As the Teenage Cyber Space Warriors face off against Farmer Grimroot, the sinister farmer begins to chuckle darkly, his gnarled hands gripping the handle of his scythe. His eyes glow an even deeper red, and with a sickening grin, he raises his weapon into the air.
"You think your fancy armor will save you? No one defies Farmer Grimroot and escapes unscathed!"
With a swift movement, Grimroot slams his scythe into the ground, sending a ripple of dark energy through the earth. The ground beneath the warriors begins to pulse with a strange, otherworldly light. The boys feel an intense pressure building in their bodies as if something is pulling at their very essence.
Carl stumbles, his armor flickering. "Guys... something's wrong!"
Grimroot’s grin widens, and his voice takes on a mocking tone. "Oh, something's very wrong, little warriors. You see, I’ve got a special curse just for you. Time to turn you into something more... fitting for my farm."
The boys try to move, to fight, but they are frozen in place, their legs trembling as the dark magic courses through them. Alex struggles against the growing sensation of heaviness in his limbs. "What is this...?" His voice wavers, and then he gasps as his armor begins to shimmer and warp, the sleek design bubbling unnaturally.
Luke groans, clutching his stomach as it starts to swell beneath his black armor, his normally slender frame expanding with each passing second. "I can't... resist it!"
Farmer Grimroot raises his scythe again, casting a wicked spell that takes root in their bodies. “No use fighting it, boys. You're about to join my herd!"
The boys’ faces contort in horror as their bodies begin to change. Carl, the first to feel the full effects of the spell, watches in helpless shock as his hands shrink and thicken into stubby hooves. His once-lithe body starts to round out, his belly pushing forward into an ever-growing, sagging mass. His armor groans under the strain before vanishing altogether, leaving his bare, expanding flesh exposed.
“Ah, look at you, Blue Warrior!” Grimroot sneers, watching as Carl lets out a confused grunt. His face elongates, nose twitching as it reshapes into a snout. His ears grow long and floppy, twitching at every sound. “One down, two to go!”
Alex's transformation follows closely, his athletic frame ballooning with soft, jiggling fat. His red armor distorts grotesquely before disintegrating into glowing dust. His legs shorten, his feet thickening into hooves as he falls forward onto all fours. His proud, strong face begins to push out, forming a round, piggish snout. “No… not like this…” His voice fades into a guttural grunt as his humanity slips away.
Luke, always the calmest under pressure, can’t contain a grunt of panic as his own body succumbs to the curse. His toned muscles disappear under layers of blubbery fat, his sleek black armor fading. His eyes widen in shock as he watches his fingers thicken into hooves. His growing snout twitches as his ears flop down on either side of his widening face. Despite his best efforts, a deep, uncontrollable snort escapes his mouth.
Farmer Grimroot cackles, watching with delight as the three boys, now fully transformed into fat, helpless pigs, grunt and squeal in confusion. They try to resist, but their bodies have become round, clumsy, and slow. Their powerful, sleek forms are gone, replaced by the weighty mass of farm animals.
“Ha! Look at you!” Grimroot taunts, walking around them with his scythe resting on his shoulder. “My fierce little warriors reduced to nothing but squealing pigs. You can’t even talk anymore, can you?”
Alex, Carl, and Luke look at each other, their piggish eyes wide with disbelief and terror, but they are unable to respond. Their voices have been replaced by low grunts and oinks. They struggle to move, their round bellies swaying as they attempt to stand, but their new forms are too heavy, too awkward.
Grimroot watches them struggle, laughing. “You boys aren’t going anywhere. In fact, I think it’s time to fatten you up even more!”
With a wave of his hand, an enchanted trough appears before them, filled with glowing, magical slop. The stench of it fills the air, but despite their repulsion, the boys feel an irresistible hunger growing inside them. Their pig bodies snuffle at the ground, drawn to the food.
“Go on, eat up,” Grimroot coaxes. “The more you eat, the fatter you’ll get. Soon, you’ll be too big to even move, and then... well, let’s just say you’ll make fine additions to my collection.”
Helpless to resist, the boys give in to the enchantment, shuffling towards the trough, their bloated bodies swaying with each step. They plunge their snouts into the slop, grunting and snorting as they eat. Grimroot stands over them, grinning wickedly.
“Keep eating, little piggies,” he says, stroking his beard. “Soon, you’ll be too fat to even think about fighting back.”