Kid Clown released his fallen captive and snapped back into his slender, if somewhat goofy form, standing to attention awaiting further commands from his grand maestro.
In his mind, Justin was devastated. He had just been forced to fight and aid in subduing a friend of his, but that was all he could recall about the unconscious teen. He tried to concentrate on the costume but absolutely nothing rose out of his mental fog. The spin of the propeller on his control cap faltered, making in clear to Jester Lord that his little puppet was suffering some mental anguish, and he was relishing the moment. This plan could not have gone more smoothly, there was no way that Red Lightning's thunder powers could affect his rubber automaton, and now he had another helpless hero at is mercy. He rubbed his thumbs in glee, "Time for another operation!"
Marek let out a groan as the ringing in his ears dissipated, his vision blurred in and out of focus but he was conscious. He tried to rub his forehead but found that impossible. His body was resting unbound to a glass tablet. They were obviously aware not to have anything conductive nearby to release his lightning into. His attention turned to a source of numbness in the crook of his left elbow. An IV tube was attached there, pumping a pink goop into his veins. This had to be the reason his focus was so erratic and why it was so hard for him to move. A mirror was attached to the ceiling reflecting Marek's undressed figure. Although his body was normally slight packed with tight muscles, his body looked a little more slender than usual.
As his focus turned to his groin, there appeared the malicious prankster with his special gun with an empty vial attached. Behind him stood the prankster's protege, Marek noted the occasional twitch from the smaller clown's diminutive limbs.
Jester Lord turned to his unwilling cohort, "I know tu can hear me in there watching on unable to act in defiance. Well now tu get to turn your old friend!" and placed the gun in Justin's hand, "skip to it!".
Kid Clown skipped towards the sedated speedster, Justin could barely stand the humiliation. Marek was shocked by the revelation, "did he say 'old friend'?" he asked mentally. His ruminations were rudely interrupted as a sense of intense bliss surged through his whole body. He never noticed the cup over his member pumping out his essence which was a pure glowing silver. If his body could move, he'd be arching in pleasure. Music started to play in his head though this time it was the frantic piano music that accompanied those silver screen silent movies.
Justin still had his finger on the trigger. His eyes forced to watch the boy's pallor fading to the same shade as his own.
"Why not look at his legs?" suggested the adult clown.
Kid Clown's eyes shot to the well seasoned muscles on the young man's legs. The muscle definition was smoothing out and the kneecaps were getting bigger. The boy's legs bowed forcing the feet to point outward as they too stretched to comedic proportions.
"Not so useful for running now!" mused the older funster to his little puppet, whose despair belied the unerring wide eyed grin that was permanently plastered on his visage.
Marek was valiantly battling to the euphoria. Unaware of what was going on as the music in his mind was eroding his very sanity and unaware of what was coming next...