As the Badboy Baboon and Balloon Goon continued their heated struggle over the transformation remote, another stray beam shot out from the sparking device. This time, it struck Kenny directly.
In an instant, his small 11-year-old body began to grow, rapidly stretching upward. His skinny arms and legs bulked up, filling out with muscle as his shoulders broadened. His baby face morphed back into that of a grown man, now sporting a thick, scruffy beard. His tough-kid clothes stretched tight across his body before ripping apart with a loud RRRRIIIP, leaving him standing tall in shredded, child-sized leather and fabric barely hanging on.
Kenny’s transformation back into an adult was fast and dramatic. His hairy chest poked out from the torn remnants of his shirt, and his beard bristled as he flexed his newly regained adult muscles. However, while his body had returned to its rugged, full-grown form, his mind remained trapped as that of a rebellious, bad little boy.
“Whoa-ho-ho!” Kenny exclaimed, flexing his biceps with a mischievous grin. “I feel like a real tough guy now!” He punched the air a few times, clearly enjoying his newfound strength. But his eyes still gleamed with the mischief of a troublemaker.
Alex stared in disbelief at his now-adult father, who stood there towering over him, still with that same bad-boy attitude from before. "Dad, snap out of it!"
Kenny laughed at his son. "You're one to talk, doofus. Put some clothes on already. Everybody can see your boner."
Alex turned bright red with embarrassment and covered his manhood as best he could. But before Alex could even begin to reason with him, the Balloon Goon saw his opportunity and cackled gleefully. “Oh, you think you’re tough now, huh? Let’s see how tough you are after a little balloon magic!”
With a dramatic flourish, the Balloon Goon unleashed a bushel of brightly colored balloons, which floated down toward Kenny. The balloons swirled and bobbed in the air, surrounding him like a playful storm. Each balloon had a strange, glowing aura about it, and as they touched Kenny, something strange happened.
Kenny blinked, his tough-guy demeanor momentarily flickering as the balloons brushed against his skin. His expression softened, and then… he smiled. But this wasn’t the cocky grin of a bad boy. No, this was the wide-eyed, innocent smile of someone who had just discovered a new love.
“Balloons!” Kenny exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like a little kid’s. He reached out and grabbed one of the floating balloons, holding it close as if it were the most precious thing in the world. “I love balloons! They’re so… so fun!” He grabbed a balloon, rubbed it against his hairy chest and laughed as the static generated tugged on his chest hairs. "This is neato!"
Alex’s jaw dropped. “What the—Dad! What’s going on?”
Kenny was now completely captivated by the balloons, hugging them close and giggling like a child. He grabbed more and more of them, his massive arms cradling the colorful, bobbing shapes as if they were his new favorite toys. “Look at all the pretty colors! These are the best! I love the sounds they make!” He batted them around, laughed, rubbed balloons against his crotch and totally lost himself in the silly strange behavior.
The Badboy Baboon laughed and pointed, for the moment forgetting his rivalry with the Balloon Goon. "Not bad! I might actually like this guy better this way. I suppose I can always zap him back into my bad boy side kick if I want to."
"Oh yes," The Balloon Goon agreed. "We can always take turns with these playthings. Tell you what, Baboon. Why don't we deflate our conflict and work together!"
"Excellent idea!" The Baboon aimed the transformation remote at the three horny and disoriented Cyber Space Warriors. "First order of business. What to do with these troublemakers!"
Alex, Luke, and Carl stood defensibly, trying in vain to hide their still uncontrollable arousal. They braced themselves for whatever nonsense was coming next!