"Whoa! You've beefed up," Danny noted as he saw Vlad, his arch foe, who had increased in muscle mass beyond his large stature from before.
Vlad grinned as he flexed his inflated biceps, which looked as though they would tear through his white suit at any moment. "And that's not all, boy."
Vlad turned around to show Danny his greater assets, his large, round butt. It was the size of two basketballs, and Danny stared in disbelief as Vlad laughed deviously before readying himself with a squat and launching Danny backwards with a large, wet . . .
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!!!
Danny coughed and huffed as the stench sent him on his back. He tried to get up only to find the two globes wrapped in white pants about to crush his face. His face soon became a chair for Vlad Masters, now Plasmius, to relax his rump.
"Foolish boy, you always think you can beat me," Vlad laughed.
"I do!" Danny yelled, although the sound was muffled against the meat crushing his face.
"Ha! Pathetic excuse for a hero. If you ever truly beat me I wouldn't be here squashing your face beneath my ass. Tell me, boy, how does this feel?"
Vlad let out another deep fart, this time it was trapped on Danny's face.
"Ugh!" Danny groaned and shook violently beneath Vlad, but ...
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