The next few hours were both thrilling and tedious. Hank has to keep moving, the guards will start searching the grounds if they can’t find him in the jail. The ape keeps going through the woods, jumping from the tree branches and carefully only landing from the thicker, stronger ones to break any twigs. 

The whole area is owned and occupied by the Centronic Corporation, it’s not just the jail. As far as he knows, they operate at least 5 different high-falutin facilities in this joint – they even have a small city located a few miles from here!

Sure enough, the ape looks to a mid-sized building… Looks more like an enormous shed. Hank goes to the door and pulls at the handle. Locked. Of course, it is night. But if working in crime has taught anyone anything, it’s how to get through a lock. He taps at the override panel, and cupped his mouth before he gives a deep huff into the fingerprint scanner. The device beeped green light, and the door opened itself. 

He grins as he strolls into the dark place. Hank immediately notices that this place is lit by rows of… What are they, black lights? A deep purple light illuminates the facility with a few things brightly glowing here and there, but something’s off about these lights. They’re not quite black lights, they’re somehow different. 

Looking around… This place really is a large shed. A large empty shed. He only sees a couple of white things illuminated, but nothing. No boxes, no tools, no equipment, no tables or chairs. “Fuck, what is this place even for??” Hank grumbles as he goes to the nearest thing he sees. A green one-piece suit. Feeling it with his fingers, it’s stretchable spandex. He notes the glowing white gloves that reach to the forearm as well as the boots the cover the calves. There is also a white speedo-like place located at the pelvis as well as what looks like a simple band around the waist, and a white mask at the top.

“What is this, some warehouse for cheesy superhero stuff??” Hank asks. Scanning around, he peers around the large, broad storage unit. There really is nothing else except what he’s concluded to be other suits like the one in front of him, and there’s only a few of them besides.

“Fine, I’ll take it. I’ve been fuckin bare-assed for fuckin years.” He grasps at the suit and takes it. He pulls the spandex over his broad stomach. Each arm fills in the sleeves up to the gloves. Hank irks as he wiggles his pelvis a bit to pull the bottoms over his fat rump, the crotch giving a proper round bulge as his legs and feet filled into the boots. He even puts on the eyemask on his face just for the hell of it.

“Christ, this thing is riding up my ass.” He scowls as the monkey tugs at the wedgie, “I almost want to just fuck it all and-”


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“HHH?! What the fuck?!” He gasps. Suddenly, the storage unit became entirely lit up by white lights everywhere, “Wha-” His immediate attention is drawn upon himself. His eyes bugged out as he looks at the suit – it’s not green and white, it’s pink and white! “What the FUCK?!” He shouts as he grabs his potbelly and looks at his arms, “Jesus Christ, I look like fuckin Gay Lantern!” 


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“Shit! I need to head out!” He stomps out just as the door closed itself. He winces and irks as the skin-tight suit squeaked and stretched all over him. Aside from the face that he hasn’t had a stitch of clothing on him for a long time, this suit is REALLY not making this situation any better. The alert is going to show up on the grid’s security system, he only has a few minutes to make tracks before they find him!

He pants as he looks over his shoulder. He can already hear them coming as well as seeing the headlights of the transport, “Sssshhhiiiiiitttt!” He snarls as his arms and legs start to burn with exhaustion, “I’m NOT going back to prison! I ain’t goin back there!” 

As Hank runs, he finds it a little more difficult to gallop his muscular legs. He irks as he strips over a rock but dashes forward anyhow. His arms start to hit his gut as he continues, bouncing off the pink layered belly as he runs. “Eefff… Ngghhh!” The gorilla grunts as his body starts to feel weird. Suddenly, he finds himself drifting forward into the air before landing on the ground, “WhooOOOooaa!” Hank puts his feet back and attempts to run on two legs. 

As he pumps his arms, they begin to feel stiff and tight, as does his legs. As the ape runs, he sports a very large round shape on his torso, with his arms and legs looking like pink and white wrapped Twinkies. Hank starts to panic as he can hear the guards start to set up a parameter! He stomps on the ground, and finds himself looming into the air again.

“Whhaaaoooo!” His cheeks become bloated as he sees himself hover from the grass before his rotund stomach lands softly onto it, bouncing him gently before he tries to waddle away, “Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh,” He frowns as he looks at himself, his arms flopping out on either side of him as they started to grow. Hank starts to drift forward as the breeze pushes him, his lips puckered as he loses the ability to move his legs. 

“Wwwhhhhat??” He looks at himself, finally noticing how weird he feels. His arms squeak as he moves them up. His eyes bug out as he sees his own hands puff into round shapes before his eyes! 

Now having stopped, the gorilla can hear a hollow hissing sound coming from within himself. “Ggguuurrrhhhh… I feel so tiiiigght!” He groans as his body stretches and squeaks around him. His belly blows itself up slowly while his manboobs fill in above his girth. His fingers have become like balls that squeal with each time he wiggles his digits. His big ass has become massive in the joined sphere-shape of his body as his legs have swollen to recede into his mass.

He attempts to look down, but… He has no neck! His round chin shoves down as he can feel his head push against himself. Hank attempts to move, but find that his arms can barely wiggle at all. His legs waddle awkwardly as his body makes long stretching sounds as he grows, “Urrrggghhh this was a bad idea.” He irks with a frown. “GhHHHHHhhHH! So… Fuckin… Tight!” His throat squeaks out before his lips pucker firmly between his ballooning face, preventing him from talking.

The ape’s cheeks inflate on either side of his head and start to squish his lips together. His arms soon become thick mounds on his sphere-shaped body as he continues to blow himself up. It’s not long before his ball-like hands with round fingers press on the rubber apparatus as well as his feet that wobble and puff into comically round bits as they press into his body.

Hank then feels himself… Levitate. The hissing is still going, and he can feel himself get tighter and tighter. “MMmmmMHHnnnNHHH!” The monkey sweats as he looks up at the evening sky. He wiggles his hands and feet as he feels his body start to droop around. His line of sight shows him turning in the air as he starts to fly slowly up, leaving the trees as he floats up gently. Terrified, he starts to jerk as best he can as he rolls upside down, unable to do anything else. He’s completely helpless!

Suddenly, his eyes go wide as he sees a beam of light in front of him. And then a second one, and another one.

“There he is!”



“What is that thing?!”



“He’s huge!” 

Hank’s pathetic ballooned face sees the bright lights of the SCJ’s guards, pointing their rifles at him. Before them rises an enormous pink and white balloon with the head of an ape wearing a mask. The inflated primate gasped as he hears the cock and humming charge of the guns. “Mlm-mlm!” He wiggles his head back and forth shaking no as they take aim. “MLM-MLM!” He begs as best as he can.

“Shoot him down, we got’em boys.” 


A guard aims his laser at the broadside of what used to be the gorilla’s ass. His finger slowly pulls the trigger until the gun sends a screaming bullet of bright light racing right at the big shiny surface and popped a hole RIGHT in the center!



“BaaaoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Hank howls as he feels a very hard sting shoot up his ass before he jets forward! “OOOooooOAAAAAaaaoooOOOOOooooo!” Hank finds himself soaring in random directions, his butthole feeling as if he’s passing a huge amount of gas as his body loops and whizzes around. He brushes by the trees, rolls in the air and whips around several spaces until he can see the sea! “OOOOooooHHHHHHHH!” 



The ape loses momentum as his body has finally shrunk back down to his normal size… Right over the cliff. “AH! Hah-ah-aahhhh!” He flails his arms as he falls. The gorilla screams as he flips a few times, flailing as he sees the wavering surface of the ocean before-

-P-GOOHHHSSSSHHH-

Hank drops into the water, waving his arms and legs about as he tries to remember how to swim again.

-Hhhhhhhgggghhhhh-



“Mmh?” Hank blinks as he hears the internal hissing sound. This time, he looks down and sees his belly start to expand. He feels at his gut as it balloons before his eyes before his elbows migrate to his sides. Hank looks up as he realizes he’s moving up fast! Up, up, up-



“PWHHHHH!” He gasps for air once his rounded body jumps from the surface, bobbing up and down on the surface. Once again, his arms are getting stiff and hard to move as he looks at them. 

-Pumf-Pumf-

The palm of his hands pop into a pair of softballs as his fingers rounded into golfballs while his arms get rounder in shape before he loses the strength to hold them again. His legs kick and wobble as they become bloated. The pink spandex dries the water up before the ape feels himself left up, dripping from his lower body and steaming from the upper. Hank floats up to the cliff and up into the air, levitating higher and higher. 

The gorilla notices he can still see his arms this time, but he determines that he is now a round shape as he flies up. He can see the guards from up here as they search for him. “Hegh” He grins at them “Night night, losers!” He says as he attempts to turn himself. “Umf… Oof! Uuff! What am I- Ooh woomf, oomf!” He feels his hair cheeks swell and squish his mouth from either side as he goes. 

-HHhhhHHHHGGHHHHH-

The hissing grows louder as his arms and legs quickly fill up. His body swells huge and fast as his hands and feet soon retreat into the spandex. His whole body feels so damn tight as it continues to creak bigger and bigger.

Hank sees himself float above the land, flying away from the search lights, and scattering cops. His ballooned mug looks as he soars slowly across the land, and towards a large building. The primate is unable to control his flight as the inflated convict goes up and above the colossal skyscraper.