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Art and Story by Yours Truly
Bebop, Rocksteady, and the TMNT © Nickelodeon

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"Let me get this straight," grunted Bebop as he tried to maintain his balance. "You wanna pack me back into one of those glowing bubble things and just float me across town? Are you crazy?? This is one pig that does not fly!"

Donatello sighed over the t-phone as he continued to work on the batch of retro-mutagen. "Look, I know it's not exactly ideal, Bebop, but at least the bubble will keep you weightless enough to expedite the trip."

"But those things are made of energy, right? What if I end up absorbin' it all and I fall out of the sky or something?"

Donnie carefully tapped some formula into a beaker, watching the mutagen turn from blue to purple. "Well, there's no way to get you across town -without- absorbing extra energy, but Raph and Mona have extra activators they can use to reinforce the bubble. It -should- be enough to get you here without much trouble, especially if they use the route I planned out to avoid powerlines and other energy hotspots."

Rocksteady offered his friend a smile, patting Bebop's belly and making it jostle. "Da, and I will be taking van with other turtles to help be there when you are arriving!"

Bebop snorted, still disliking the idea. "Yeah, well, nobody better blame me if I end up falling a hundred feet and squashin' someone flat!"

Raphael rolled his eyes, tossing one of the triangular activators up and down in his hand. "Then maybe we should get going before you get any bigger, huh? Here!" He chucked the activator at the oversized warthog's feet, causing it to spring open and envelop Bebop in a translucent pink bubble.

Without wasting time, he and Mona Lisa grabbed the tether and ran out of the Mutanimals' headquarters before taking to the rooftops. Inside the bubble, Bebop couldn't feel any sort of inertia or gravity, so he could only whimper and watch the world spin around him... and feel his body slowly swelling. When Mona saw the energy bubble flicker, she deftly tossed up another activator, letting it latch on to reinforce and increase the bubble's size as they made a beeline for the lab.

Of course, it was a vicious cycle; Bebop would absorb energy from the alien technology and then it would have to be reinforced with even more energy. He could feel his body widening, his limbs growing thick, his face filling out. It felt like every part of him would be pressing up against the bubble's interior before another activator would be attached and he'd be given more room, only to fill that up as well.

Raph grabbed his t-phone as he leapt across another rooftop. "Donnie, I think Bebop's butt is getting bigger a lot faster than we thought! We're down to our last two activators and I don't think he's gonna fit through the door!"

Donatello typed in the code necessary for the lab equipment to whip up a larger batch of the retro-mutagen, fingers dancing furiously across the keys. "I was afraid of that. His growth is exponential, just like Rockwell said. There's some bay doors in the roof that I think were meant for some sort of stealth blimp or something; you can bring him in through that. And whatever you do, don't let that bubble burst! There wouldn't be enough time to to stop him from becoming Bebop-zilla and draining the entire city of energy!"

Raph tossed up one of the last activators. "Ugh, I've already seen more of him than I wanna see for a lifetime!"

"Hey!" Bebop oinked, snout and cheeks pressing against the bubble. "Being big doesn't mean I'm deaf! I got feelings, yo..."

Fortunately, the last sprint to the lab was a smooth one, and Raph and Mona jumped down into the building with Bebop in tow. Donnie rolled the barrel-sized canister of retro-mutagen into place with Rocksteady's help, but blinked when he saw Bebop's bubble. "Uh, wow, you weren't kidding. He got a -lot- bigger."

Rocksteady nodded. "He is like a pig-fish too big for fishbowl."

Donnie sighed and reached out turn off the weakened activators. "Well, we should be fine now the he's HOOPH!"

The bubble snapped like it had been made of soap, releasing a small tide of porcine blubber that spilled out in all directions, including up! Bebop wasn't just wider, he'd actually grown taller, towering over even the mutant rhino like a small mountain covered in stretched out circuitry. His legs had been rendered completely useless, swollen feet barely sticking out from fatty lumps attached to a massive rear. Even if he could have stood up, his huge belly would never have left the floor, rendering his mobility moot. He pressed his thick fingers into his soft sagging chest, though he could barely see past his numerous chins and swollen cheeks. Even though his arms felt like they had pillows wrapped around them, he was glad he could at least move them a bit.

"Umph! Oof, well, that's a relief..." Bebop's blubbery tonnage settled. "Hey, where's the egg-head with the cure?"

Donatello picked himself back up from where the warthog's belly had knocked him over. "I'm down here! Okay, just give me a second to get the pump working..." The turtle went back to the barrel, holding up the long nozzle attached to it. "I figured we'd better be safer than sorry. This should definitely be enough! I think. everyone stand back!"

Pounding the pump with his foot, Donnie took aim and sprayed the purple retro-mutagen out over Bebop, who sputtered but was in no position to shield himself. After a minute, the goopy spray died down.

Bebop looked over himself as best he could. But instead of having deflated back to his normally skinny self, he remained enormous and immobile. "What?? I thought that stuff was supposed to work!"

Donatello cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, well... it did. See, I was working under pressure, so I only had time to cure your energy-absorption. I'm afraid that it's going to be a while before I can figure out how to get you back down to size, if at all..."

Bebop squealed, and would have lunged for the pruple-banded turtle, but only managed an awkward wobble. "WHAT?? You mean I gotta stay lookin' like something out of a B-movie? I'm a blob of bacon! A pile of pork!"

He felt Rocksteady's hand rest against his, the rhino offering a dopey smile. "Da, but at least you are not getting any bigger! Do not worry, comrade, if you want to lose weight, I will help you do it, old-fasioned way! You will be getting thin in no time flats! ...Well, perhaps not so thin as before. It never is hurting to have extra presence!"

Bebop groaned, but Rocksteady was right; he wasn't getting any bigger, so maybe there was hope he'd be able to see his feet again. Or at least stand on them, at some point. "Whatever, I guess. I've had enough hero-stuff for a while anyway. ...So does someone have a sandwich, or something? I haven't eaten all night!"