“WHAT IN THE…*WHEEZE…!??!” Confused, Donnie instinctively hopped up from his stool, except he didn’t quite move as quickly as he was expecting. His “hopping” motion didn’t quite lift his body from the stool but instead slid his pudgy form to the side, nearly tipping the stool over. He grabbed the edge of the lab bench to steady himself just in time before slowly stepping down, his lardy exterior sloshing off his lap and down toward the floor too. The purple-banded turtle immediately became aware of a sense of weight pressing down against his joints, as well as a distinct hefting sensation as his gut wobbled, dangling towards the ground as it slapped against his thighs and seemed to pull his entire torso forward, a motion that was only counterbalanced by his large backside that bounced heavily as he steadied his balance. Donnie glanced down at his thicker frame and the green mist encircling his limbs that seemingly coaxed his body to expand more and more before his very eyes, puffing out his skin, stretching out his multiplying rolls, and birthing to life one patch of stretch marks and cellulite after another, he was fattening up in real time! A thousand thoughts ran through Donnie’s head all at once, but they all came to a standstill when he suddenly heard the fire alarm blaring in the distance. He glanced towards his doorway and saw that a thick trail of the ethereal mist was coming from said direction. He could also hear the distinct mumbles of Mikey grumbling in the distance, prompting the purple-banded turtle’s eyes to narrow. “*WHEEZE…MIKEY…!!!” Donnie bellowed, beelining for the door, his body sloshing back and forth with each step. The thick jostles, the gelatinous wobbles, and the meaty weight were foreign to Donnie and quickly made him start to pant, but he still managed to plod his way down the hall using the walls to help steady his swaying frame.