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

On the roof of the building as the ballooned gorilla floats above, a glint of moonlight shines on a sharp point, and then the glint shoots up, aiming directly between where the ape’s legs used to be!



-POIT-



“OWMMFF!” Suddenly, Hank irks as he feels a hard sting hit his anus! He immediately feels himself jerk backward before gradually floating back up until he finds that he is unable to move forward, merely bob and swerve slightly in the air. He sways and floats on the spot, no longer moving like a giant balloon attached to the world’s most ironic string. 

In the far distance directly below him, Hank hears the rattling of chains before something sharp yanks at his undercarriage. The ballooned gorilla sees the landscape draw up while he’s pulled down lower and lower for at least 5 minutes until he sees he is pulled into the building’s roof itself. 

He moves lower into a very large room until suddenly, he shrinks right back to normal again all at once! “WhaaaAAHH – oomph!” He lands on his butt into a conveniently placed couch, “Oww! What the shit??” He reaches down between his legs and sees the suit is penetrated by what looks like a deep-sea hook. He scowls as the ape yanks and pulls at the thick rope attached until it pops out the spandex. “Huh?” Hank observes the anus of the suit start to mend itself with strands connecting to the opening the rip made

“You’ll have to forgive me.” Says a deep and sultry voice, “The technics are still a little… Heh, fuzzy.” A figure walks from a hallway until the monkey can see a white and orange tabby cat in an ivory colored suit with a bright yellow silk tie while his fancy cane taps gently on the floor. He grins at the dumbfounded ape. “Please, have a seat.” He says, despite the fact that Hank is already sitting down. 

“What is this? Where am I??” Hank looks around. This room is large and circle-shaped, with half of it sporting a broad platform, while Hank and the couch are right in the middle of a lower floor that is built in a style of a cylindrical ditch connected by a 2 foot smooth ramp that goes up the one side of the room, while the other side has stairs to the upper platform where the cat is standing. Half of the room’s side shows a huge window, while the other half is occupied by wall with a few doorways and lifts. There are computers on desks and chairs stationed around a few spots here and there.

“To put it simply, this is basically my office.” The cat answers, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Milo Vector Centron of the Centronic’s technology innovation and development division…” He quirks a brow, “Seems like you have stumbled upon my old toy box.”



“The hell do you mean?! What are you talking about?!” Hank stands up out of his seat and points at the feline, “If you think I’m going back to that-”

“Relaaaax, big boy. Relax.” The cat says as he types a few things onto a keyboard pedestal next the wall. A huge screen flashes and covers the entire wall. It shows several different angles of the guards and the search parties scouting the vicinity of the prison. “Short-Term memory circuits have been accessed in an emergency override; they have forgotten they have seen a huge pink balloon, and will follow with standard protocol for the rest of the night and start reconnaissance in the morning. You are now one of Centronic’s Prison’s most wanted criminals for escaping jail, and you are now a top priority of the ransom market.”

“What??” Hank looked at him and what he’s being told. The ape takes off his eyemask and looks at the screens. 



“What did I just say?” The cat asked as he snaps his fingers. 



“Hup!” Hank feels his ass get super heavy as it yanks him backward. 

“Sit.” The ape feels his backside sink down to the couch. Just then, three automated carts come in from one of the lifts and drive down to the gorilla. Hank looks as he sees an assortment of food being brought to him before he looks to the tabby in the fine suit. “Eat.” Milo tells him with a soft grin, “You must be hungry.” Hank looks to the bright and colorful food. It’s so completely different from the grey mush the inmates usually eat, or the ration pills he’s given in solitary confinement. 

His hand grabs a very large muffin and brings it to his thick nostrils to sniff. “And I expect you’ll be wanting to test your taste buds, I assume they must have been restored by now.” Milo says lazily as he walks to the side. Hank takes up a sizeable gourmet burger as he picks up the aroma…

Smell. He can smell again. His eyes widened as he opens his mouth, and takes a huge bite out of the burger. “Mmnnnfff!” He moans as he chomps down onto sandwich, eating a symphony of flavors for the first time in God knows how long.

“You have a… Decent record on you.” The tabby says as he reads from an iPad.



“Mmh?” The gorilla turns his head as he chews on a thick muffin. The screen now shows a picture of Hank Barrons himself: his mugshot, a list pertaining to various information, a nude photo from the prison, and so on.

“Worked with the Foklin Crime Syndicate for 23 years.” Milo reads, “Did all sorts of smuggling and drug trades, trafficking, forgery, vandalism, scamming and the like. You made a name for yourself.” Half of the screen shows several different pictures of the ape in various areas on the street – rush hour moments, gun fights, robbing a liquor store when he was 18.

“Hah, yeah.” The ape smirked, “Graduating high school wasn’t as lucrative as teacher made it out to be. ‘Sides.” He says while eating big chunk of pie, “Workin the mob was more fun than working a job.”



“General labor.” Milo says as he pulls up a picture of Hank working on the docks, “You made decent money, enough for rent and bills and some besides. You wanted more though, didn’t you? You didn’t have a clear career goal in mind, so you just walked on the wild side.”



“Guess you can say that.” Hank breaks a big roll of bread in half. 

“After 5 years of working the black market on the side, you took to it full time and made yourself a fantastic living. That is…” The screen showed his mugshot again, along with a mugshot of an old and crusty boar wearing an eyepatch over his right eye, “Until your boss got caught. Let me tell you, it did not take my cousin long at all to get that ugly pig to squeal out every odd and end of his syndicate; including every single person who so much as handed him a much-needed altoid. Thought if he confessed, his punishment would be less severe… Hm… Sadly for him, wardens don’t make deals with convicts.”



“Fuckin Norbert.” Hank growls, “He fucking messed up. I fucking TOLD him they were waiting for us!” The gorilla’s hand crushes a whole apple as he looks at his sleazy former boss, “And he fuckin sold us all out!”



“Yes… But that’s what bosses do, don’t they?” Milo asked, his voice cold and calculating, “They never listen to those below him. Just like parents, no? My old man never listened to me or my sister when we were kids, never knowing that even the thought of a child can have genuine value. I mean, just take a look at my cousin William.” He says as the screen showed a black cat in a uniform, “My uncle hung on to every word he said since his first words as a kitten, and things constantly worked out. Hmhmhm, Mom and Dad were never that smart.”



“So your cousin’s the warden, huh?” Hank says as he looks at an orange. “The guy’s a dick.”



“Why? Because you two didn’t get along?” Another picture comes up, it’s one of the warden with the gorilla in an interrogation room, the cat having his fists raised and Hank on his knees lurching forward with his arms held behind his back by twin horse guards. “He’s actually very good man. He just gets a little wrapped up in his work.”



“The guy busted my balls before I was chipped!”



“Well in his defense, you did make some rather provocative insults to his mother and his husband. And don’t even get me started on what you said about his kids. In all honesty, you really screwed yourself.”

“Whatever…” Hank says as he huffs as he tosses the orange in his hands.



“You know what I find most interesting about you, Mr Barrons?”



“That I’m wearing a faggy-ass fairy costume?” 



“Heh heh heh… No.” Milo tapped a few things and brought up some more of the information. “You’ve smuggled some very interesting toys in your day. Old-fashioned stuff like crystal meth and angel dust, psycho drink, slug tail, giggle pig, some very over-the-line chemistry there. For someone who never went to college, I could have sworn you had a Master's Degree at D.I.K. Institute. Not to mention all those weapons you operated and traded, all the illegal artifacts, stolen merchandise, plagiarized documents, counterfeit production. And let’s not forget you must have dealt with at least as much alcohol that can frankly fill an entire lake.”



“Yeah. So what’s your point?”



“You had access to a lot of psychedelic drugs and substances. You attended and threw all kinds of parties… And yet, throughout all over your records.” The tabby scrolls through all of the manifests and contracts Hank was established in, including screenshots from a lot of places showing the monkey… Even in his house, “You did not snort or inject so much as a single drop of any of it.”



“Don’t do drugs. Ya learn it as a kid.” Hank smirks, “You let other people do them and they get to pay you big time for it.”



“I see, yes. That makes perfect sense. So I am to understand that you were guided by refusing to become a slave to ecstasy and hyper-heroine rather than a moral compass?”



“Did you seriously just say ‘moral compass’?”



“Another very interesting fact is your… Casualties.” Milo goes on. Hank’s eyes cast directly at the feline from that last mention. The cat tapped a few icons on his pad and brought up a few words coupled with a number.

MURDERS: 0
LIABILITIES ERASED: 0
ACCIDENTAL DEATHS: 0
ASSASSINATIONS: 0
CASUALTIES: 0

“Zero kills.” Milo tells him. Hank looks back at the round fruit in his hand. “Absolutely zero kills. For a man who had every gun invented since the inception of black powder, enough exotic poison to take out your worse enemies in a minute, a whole arsenal of knives and other rather sharp objects in your grasp, and you never took a single life?”



“How do you know I ain’t kill anyone? Not like your pampered ass ever set foot in ship with law-heavy junk or in the crossfire of a turf war.”



“True. But I do my research.” Milo crosses his arms as the gorilla just sits there, “A man in your line of work for as many years as you’ve done would have at least a minimum of 17 kills under your belt, according to statistics. But your hands are completely clean of blood – sterilized, I might say. Even when you held a very high position in the syndicate and had your own henchmen, you never even told your men to off anyone. You know it’s common for bosses to have their workers kill people for them – they think they’re not guilty if they don’t pull the trigger, for personal and religious reasons. But you? You merely got their asses kicked and let them walk scott-free. Even when dealing with a squealer or a double agent, you got rid of them without any life-threatening options.”

“Yeah, well… Not like I would’ve got more outta killing people.” The monkey scowls lowly.



“Many folks at the Short Circuit would disagree; sometimes the ONLY option is to have someone disposed off, as they would say. But then, they’re still sleeping in their metallic little cocoons right now, aren’t they? So I imagine their input would be somewhat obsolete at this time.”

“Is this going somewhere?” Hank asks as he brushes the crumbs off, “I hate suspense, and I got things to do.”



“Heh… Not all that bright, are you? Then again, jail will do that to your brain.”



“What the hell does that mean?”



Milo paces over to the large window and gazes out to the big forest, holding his hands behind his back, “So what was the plan, Hank? Steal some clothes, get yourself to the city? Look up who runs the hottest spots in the underbelly of the black market and do some work, do what you do best? Save up enough money and start fresh back in a new town?”



“Uh… Actually, yes.”

“Huh huh huh…” Milo chuckles, “William’s right about you criminals. Agonizingly predictable.”

“Fuck off, kitty.” Hank frowns.

“But you didn’t steal some clothes, did you?” The tabby says as he turns back to the ape, “You happened upon a very old facility of mine. You understand, I was just a teen the last time I was there, and I mostly keep it around for when a relative or a colleague wants to barrow it.”

“Yeah, I put THIS thing on.” The ape says as he tugs at the spandex.

“Ah yes…” Milo snickers, “The PINK one.”



“Hey, fuck you!” Hank snaps at him, “I thought it was a green one, and it was all I could get!”

“Of course. The pink one’s my favorite, by the way.” Milo tells him, “It was the last thing I was able to make in my arts and crafts time before I was off to the university. Up till now I never got to test it out.”



“What do you mean ‘test it out’? Do you,” Hank looks at himself in the pink and white suit, “THIS thing made me blow up?”

“See, when I was a boy,” Milo said, “I was really into superheros. Spider-Man. Superman. Hulk. Captain America. Aquaman. Thor. It’s so hard to find vintage comic books from the 20th century, but I loved them. I even started making suits that gave superpowers to the wearers. I was very clever in science class.” 

“You’re telling me some little kid made a suit that turned me into a blimp??” The gorilla asked out loud.

“I was 18, Hank. But yes.”

“So what now? Can you get me some actual pants and a shirt? This fuckin suit’s been chaffing since I put it on.”



“But it looks so good on you.” The cat smiled, “Rarely see a superhero with a fat figure, and a hot one at that.”

“I ain’t no super hero, Miles!” Hank tells him as he walks up to the feline. Hank is easily 2 or 3 feet taller than him, not to mention the cat has a lean figure as opposed to the gorilla’s buff and thick build.



“Milo.” He corrected.



“Whatever. I’m not some little plaything or something out of some stupid book.”

“You have yet to convince me otherwise.” Milo smirked. 

“Can it!” He pointed at him. “I’m busting out of here and getting my life back, got it?!”



“Hmhmhm…” The tabby chuckled, “You’re really in no position to talk like that, big guy.”



“Yeah?” Hank sneers as he crosses his beefy arms. 



“Do you know what the penalty is for escaping the Centronic Prison Facility? Attempted escape deals in solitary confinement for a month. But escaping? That is a 50 year sentence with no chance of parole or redemption; even if you were framed and innocent, it would not matter in the slightest. You would be tossed into a white box with just enough rations to keep you alive on the bare minimum of nutrition, and then there is the forced labor if you get too bored, with your movements highly restricted with plasma chains so you don’t get any ideas about getting as much exercise as a crippled penguin. Heh, you might as well have killed a few people where you’re standing. See where I’m going with this?”



“Do tell.” Hank smirks at him.

“I got you by the balls, Hank.” Milo says with a cold gleam in his eye, “I’ve been very generous to you since you woke the whole cell-block up. Clothed you, fed you, got you out of immediate danger, I even took the liberty of making the guards forget they saw a monkey parade float – there goes my chit for a while. You owe me big time, you fuzzy fat brute.” Milo says as he cups the primate’s chin. 



“Yeah? Take a good long look, fluffles.” The gorilla says as he opens his arms up to show the cat his muscular build as well as his manly gut, all contained in the bright pink spandex, “I’m twice your size in a few ways than one, pussy cat.”



“I’ve noticed. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” The cat’s tail wavered gently as he ogled the primate. 

“Yep. I can crush you like a bug, kitty. I got your suit, you got me cleared, and I plan on getting out of this hole first chance I get.” The primate leans down so he’s eye-to-eye with the feline, “And what are YOU gonna do about it? Little man~?”

“Oh, I plan to do a lot with you, handsome.” Milo grinned, “You’re still not every bright, are you?”



“Heh. Up yours, pussy.” The gorilla gloats as he walks away from Milo, “I got a few things to do. Thanks for the grub.”



“VCF System Function Number 071.” Milo said aloud “Code Name: Good Boy, activate.”

“Heh, whatever, fuzz…” -Beep Beep- The ape looks down as he feels the suit tingle a bit as a few lights flash from the belt and the gloves, “What the?”

“Lets do some further testing, shall we? I’ve been eager to see how much I managed succeed in programing…”



“What the fuck you on about?” The ape says, “Fuck this, I’m-”


“Shut up for a minute and give me a shoulder rub.” The cat tells him. 



“Ah-MMP!” Hank’s mouth sealed shut. Then his legs turned him around and came back to the cat facing the window. Before he knew it, Hank’s own hands are gripping and massaging the feline’s shoulders. “Hmph?!”



“Mmnnn, that’s good~” Milo says as he rolls his head a little while his tail wraps part-way around Hank’s waist, “Ooh yeah, make me purr, you stud~” Hank’s hands went from the shoulders to deftly digging into the cat’s face fluff, “Oh, oh, ohhhh yeeees~ Mmmm oooh, baby~” 

‘RrrRRrrRRrrRRrrRRrrRRr’ The cat purrs out loud as the monkey’s thick fingers scratches his neck and rubs those shoulders. 

“What the fuck is this??” The gorilla asked.

“You know, you’re not very grateful, monkey-butt.” Milo says, “VCF System Function Number 57. Code Name: Tank-Top Mode.”



“What now?” Hank says before he backs off. Then his stomach suddenly wobbles free. He looks down to see the suit’s top has receded up to his pouchy pecs and still covering his arms, but his torso is exposed. Milo turns around and grins as he puts his paws on Hank’s round potbelly.

“Mmnn now that’s what I’m talking about~” Milo purrs as he fondled the ape’s flabby belly. Hank gawked as the tabby digs his face onto that soft grey hide. Milo’s arms tucked over and under that big gut as he nuzzles his bellybutton and deeply rubs into the broad belly, “I just gave you a feast and you were just going to walk out of here on me with my prize?”



“Cut that out!” Hank slaps those paws away and shoves the cat back, “I ain’t playing with you, furball!” Just then, the pink spandex races back over his gut and back, covering him again.


“I AM playing, however. VCF System Function Number 009. Code Name: Airbag.”

“Look, I’ve had about enough of-” His eyes blink open and gasps. He feels something pop LOUD inside him before his height doubled. The ape’s lips pucker up between his puffing cheeks as his body takes on a sphere-like shape, his arms and legs widen and flop helplessly for a second. The abrupt rush in air causes Hank’s rear to impact the platform and bounce up a bit. “Mmhh! Mmwwh!” Hank’s arms wiggle about as he lands down lightly on the floor, but it’s no use; his limps are completely hollow! 

The gorilla’s tight stomach bobs slightly as the cat walks to him. 

“VCF System Function Number 024. Code Name: Helium at 30%” Milo says. Hank blinks those bulging eyes as his body instantly feels lighter. 



“Mmppppddd!” Hank’s lips sputtered as he feels the tabby’s shoe kick him lightly to send him wafting up. The gorilla’s arms and legs wiggle around as he whirls in the air, lingering up and slowly lowering down, but staying in mid-air. Milo grins as he pulled his arm back and SLAPS the flat surface of Hank’s crotch! “MPPPDD!” Hank is sent flying and spinning until his face hits the wall and bounces him off. 

The rotund gorilla topples comically in the air before he sees the tabby approach him again. By the time Milo reached the ape, Hank is completely upside down with the hair on his head tickling the platform. The cat puts his paw on Hank’s head, and gives the ballooned monkey a hard THRUST upward!



“MPPPDD!” Hank’s huge ass impacts the ceiling, making him blow out a hard raspberry from his lips just as his head hits the platform and then launching backward again before the smash of his blimp-butt forces another fart out of his mouth just as his face plants on the floor again!



“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud- “PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud-“PPPDDTH”-Thud- “PPPppp” --Thunk-- “Ppp” --Bnngg--


After a few seconds of the rapid bouncing between the floor and ceiling, the gorilla ball slows down and floats backwards, his eyes rolling in dizziness while his mouth has gone numb from buzzing a pattern non-stop. The cat gently takes the ape’s hollow ankles, and spins him forward. 

“Hulllmmm!” Hank whines internally as he does several moderate flips a few times before he comes to a stop, once again eye-to-eye with the feline.

Milo chuckles as he puts both paws on the ape’s big chubby cheeks. “Get it now, banana-boy?” He asked with a sneer. 



“PPpppPPpp” Hank can’t help but blow weak raspberries as those paws incidentally squeezed some air out of those goofily puckered lips.


“I told you earlier that you stumbled into my old toy box. Right now you’re nothing more than a Ken doll that put on a limited edition accessory.” The feline rubs those round cheeks, gazing into the semi-panicky look in the ape’s eyes. “That’s right. You’re MY toy now. I could send you right back to Short Circuit right now if you weren’t such a goddamn sexy dumbass. It’d be a waste to have you rot in jail for the rest of your life, especially after seeing you take to the suit so well. I’d say you’re getting off easy right now, don’t you?”

“Mnnhhlllppptth” The ape leers at the cat with angry eyes.

“Heh heh heh, you still think you got one on me?” Milo gloats as he boops the balloon on the nose, “That’s another thing I love about you. You’re more stubborn than a brood of mules and you never give up, even when you’re on a very sexy leash.” The tabby says before he pushes his paws into Hank’s ballooned cheeks twice.

“PPTTHPPPP! PPTTHPPPP!” Hank sputters out like an instantly refilling whoopee cushion.

“Has anyone ever told you you look adorably erotic when you get angry?” The cat teased. He rolled the ape backwards and pressed on a couple of buttons on the belt. 

“P-Kkooouuuuuhhhhhfffff” Hank’s mouth pops open in a steady exhale and promptly begins to shrink. As he loses air, his body gradually regains its regular shape as his arms and legs start to form, then his head, then his torso, right until he stopped huffing out. “Alright, fuck this shit, I’m taking this off.” Hank scowls in a ragged voice as he grabs at the hem of the left glove. He pulls at it, but it stretches from where it is, not moving or loosening from his hand at all, “Rrrggh…” He gives up and tries to pull down his pants, but finds they remain glued to his lower body, only stretching around before he goes for the neckline, “What the hell?? Why isn’t this thing coming off??” He growls as he stretches the suit over and over.

“Only your mask is able to come off without the override feature, I’m afraid.”

“So put in the motherfucking override feature.” Hank tells him through gritted teeth.

“For me to do that, I would want you out of your suit, Hank.” Milo chuckles, “And there’s only one way I can make THAT happen.”



“Then do it, fuckball!”



“Alright then.” Milo smirks, “VCF System Function Number 010. Code Name: Wardrobe/C-String.”

The suit beeps, and suddenly, it disappears. Hank’s eyes bug out as he gasped and looks down, “Ahh!” He yelps, seeing him completely naked – all save for a pink bulge holding his genitals bundled in a strapless thong, “What the fuck?!” His huge hands covers his shame as he frowns at the cat, “I said take it off me, dammit!”



“Even if I wanted to, the suit’s CPU has been somewhat damaged.”



“CPU?”



“Simply put, after years of collecting dust, not every file in its programming on it is functional.”



“Meaning?”


“VCF System Function Number 93. Code Name: Fountain.”



“HAH!” Hank flinches as he braces himself for whatever happens next, clenching his eyes shut and gripping his package. After a few seconds his eyes blink open, realizing that nothing is happening. 

“See? Some of the files have been corrupted and unusable. By now, you are supposed to be spewing water out of your mouth, penis, and/or anus. When you first arrived, I had programmed the suit to turn into a cockring. But as you can see, it did not happen.”

“You’re fuckin weird and sick, Molo!”



“Milo.”



“Just take this thing off already! And get me some pants!”

“Aren’t you paying attention? I can’t take it off even if I wanted to. And besides.” The cat smirks at the suddenly modest primate, “You’ve been naked for over a decade, and NOW it suddenly matters whether or not you’re decent?”



“I uh… I- You- Shut up, just fuckin do it!”



“Your inhibitions have also resurfaced, it seems. And you do make an excellent embarrassed brute~” The leering cat giggles, “Humiliation is one of the best looks a stud could wear.”



“Hey, fuck you!”



“VCF System Function Number 010. Code Name: Wardrobe/Supersuit.” The pink and black spandex races from the gorilla’s crotch and clothes his body. Hank frowns as he stands back up, huffing dangerously as he goes up to Milo and grabs onto the scruff of his own formal attire.

“Listen you little piss-ant. I want out of here, and I want it now! I’m not some toy for a pampered priss like you to be throwing around! I am Hank, fucking, Barrons, and I’m a goddamn smuggler! So you get this fuckin stupid suit off my ass, get me some REAL clothes, and let me out of this fuckin house, you get me?!”



“Not only do I ‘get’ you, I get to own you.” He taunted, clearly unfazed and amused by the ape’s highly aggressive behavior. 

“Why you fffffucking little short-shitting-” The ape raises his arm to give him a punch right in the face!