As the crackling green light from Conkers’ wand enveloped Luke, he felt a sharp tingle across his skin, a sensation that started at his fingertips and toes before spreading through his entire body. At first, it was just strange—like pins and needles—but then something much worse began to happen.
His arms twitched involuntarily as a sudden pressure built up in his chest and stomach. He gasped, trying to make sense of it, but the more he squirmed, the more intense the sensation grew. His sleek, athletic body—the one he'd worked so hard to maintain through years of training—began to shift, bloat, and swell.
“No… no, stop!" Luke shouted, his voice cracking in desperation, but the ropes held him tight.
His once-flat stomach puffed out before his eyes, rounding and ballooning as if invisible hands were inflating him from the inside. The firm ridges of his abs disappeared beneath layers of fat that spread like rising dough. His chest expanded too, but not with muscle—soft, flabby tissue replaced his once toned pecs, turning them into sagging lumps of flesh that jiggled with every panicked breath.
Luke’s legs, which had been strong and lean, began to thicken, straining against his pants as his thighs swelled outwards. His jeans grew tight, digging painfully into his expanding flesh before they ripped with a loud tear. His thighs now pressed against each other, rubbing uncomfortably as the fabric gave way, exposing the heavy rolls of fat that had formed.
The sensation was overwhelming—his skin stretched painfully, yet his body felt oddly numb, as though he was losing control over his limbs. He could feel the weight settling into him, each new pound adding a heaviness that made his body feel alien, sluggish. His arms, once defined and muscular, bulged into thick, shapeless masses of fat. His fingers tingled as even his hands became puffy, the knuckles sinking into swollen flesh.
His face was the final insult. Luke could feel the pressure building in his cheeks, which grew round and doughy, his chin doubling—then tripling—until his jawline was completely lost beneath the folds. His once sharp, confident features were buried beneath a layer of excess, turning his reflection in the circus mirror into someone he didn’t recognize.
The audience of monsters cheered louder, their laughter echoing in the tent as Luke hung there, now a grotesque parody of himself. His clothes, shredded and torn, barely clung to his enormous body. Sweat beaded on his skin, trapped in the folds of fat that now coated his entire frame. He felt smothered, his breath coming in short, labored bursts as his inflated body weighed him down.
He tried to move, but every tiny shift felt like dragging an anchor. His arms wobbled with each attempt, the fat jiggling uncontrollably. His belly hung heavily over his waistband, swaying as he struggled to free himself from the ropes, only to feel the humiliating bulk of his own body working against him.
“No… no, please…” Luke gasped, his voice choked with embarrassment and horror. He could barely believe what was happening. His once-proud, athletic physique was gone—replaced by the very thing he feared most. The image of his father—his obese, out-of-shape dad—flashed in his mind, and for the first time, Luke saw the resemblance. The thought twisted his gut, filling him with a deep sense of shame.
He had always prided himself on being in control, on being fit, strong—everything his dad wasn’t. Now, all of that was gone. He was huge. Bloated. Humiliated.
Conkers grinned maniacally from the stage, twirling his wand. "What’s wrong, Luke? You look a little… full!” he cackled, the monsters erupting into raucous laughter.
Luke's cheeks flushed red, his entire body trembling with a mixture of anger and humiliation. He had been reduced to this… this blubbery mess, on display like a sideshow freak for a jeering crowd of monsters.
His mind raced, struggling to find a way out of this nightmare, but all he could think about was the overwhelming weight of his new form. The fat that now enveloped him was inescapable, a constant reminder of the loss of control, of everything he once was.