Superman flew out into the sky above Metropolis, intent on finding that ray gun and find out how to reverse what was happening to him. However, as he flew, he suddenly found himself losing altitude. Frowning, he tried to fly higher, but slowly he continued to descend, as if his newly swollen gut was pulling him down towards the ground. In fact, as he flew, his gut was actually growing bigger. Putting in more effort, he tried to continue flying, but he found himself struggling, and for the first time in his life, sweating. Not only was he flying lower, but his speed was also slowing down, going from as fast as a plane to a car to the speed of a old lady with a walker. With each added pound of fat, he felt himself grow weaker, more exhausted and less super. He was breathing heavily to try and continue his flight, the wind taken out of him.
Finally, Superman couldn't take it any more. Struggling, he managed to make it to a secluded alleyway to land. The moment his feet touched the ground, he collapsed and sat down, gasping for breath as if he had just run a marathon for a year straight. Looking down at himself, all he found was a sea of flab that was once the strongest muscular body in the world. His taunt abs was replaced by a huge doughy gut with love handles stretching the sides. His proud pectorals were now two fleshy moobs that stretched out his trademark S into a distorted mess. His thighs were thicker, now rubbing against each other. Every time he moved, his whole body would jiggle and wobble endlessly.
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