Half a decade had passed since the Adriano Act had been signed, and since then Balloonmen have been able to be open about their condition without any fear of being killed or experimented on. Scientists have also now been able to study more about the gene as well as its origins, it was once dominant in all humans up until the 1800s when fear of witchcraft was on the rise. As such some humans were born without it and were able to blend in with the crowd. The now 62-year-old mayor Fleck was visiting the grave of his old friend, placing some flowers down. "It took a long time, but at least now you were given a proper burial." He whispered. 

Vito and Sienna were paying their respects as well, joined by the rest of the former criminal gang. "Um, do you think Papa would be proud? I mean, for going back to school and wanting to work alongside the mayor?" He mumbled to Sienna. 

"Oh Vito, he would always be proud. Look at how much you've grown, and if it weren't for you speaking up, we wouldn't have gotten this far." She cooed. "Perhaps you would even be mayor one day when Fleck retires." 

"Uh, you really think so? I mean I don't even have my degree yet, I've still got a long way to go." 

Hank then approached, giving his boyfriend a kiss. "Hey, you'll make a great mayor! And Fleck could be your assistant if you need anything, and of course all of us too. Heh, Mi amoré?" 

Vito blushed at the compliment, returning the kiss. "Yeah, mi amoré."

Meanwhile, Duke and Snake were in an apartment. They have been married for a year by this point and were happy as can be. Snake was running a small bakery on the corner while Duke was still a cop, of course. But they weren't in their apartment currently; they were in his mother's. This was because Daisy was having a bit of a problem. 

"Huh..." 

"Fuck you mean 'Huh'?!" Daisy exclaimed, not even knowing about the Balloonman drama since she was busy planning explosions. "Hold it missy, calm down a bit, then you'll be able to deflate." 

Daisy sighed, and took some deep breaths in and out, since that's what she was told. As she calmed down, she deflated. "Oh... I guess that fixed it... Um... Can you leave the room for a bit so I can get some freakin' clothes on?" She asked, embarrassed since the sudden inflation tore the clothes she was wearing. "Right, right, we'll leave you for a bit." 

Once she got her clothes on, she returned to them. "So, mind explaining why I got expanded?" The arsonist snapped; a bit crabby from being embarrassed.

Duke had to hold back a snicker, this reminded him of when he first inflated and how flustered he was. "Well, it looks like you inherited that inflation gene too, some people when they turn 26 are revealed to be Balloonmen, or I guess Balloon-Woman in your case." He explained to his sister. 

"Wait, so you're telling me that some people are just able to inflate? I was just trying to get myself a place of my own during the election so I didn't catch any news of this." Daisy demanded. "And you were able to do this for years now?" 

"Heh, yeah. I was shocked when Wheeler told me during my 26th birthday, I had to control my inflation down in the sewers back then. It was rough, but at least you'll be able to learn about this out in the open." The lieutenant assured her. "There's even a center that teaches the history of Balloonmen and how to keep yourself from suddenly bloating when you don't want to." 

"Had it that rough, huh? Well now I've gotta get stretchy clothes, do stores sell them?" 

Duke went over to pat her shoulder. "There are now, Harl made them himself and they've been selling like hotcakes! The mayor even got one custom made in his usual corn suit." He assured. "When I married Snake, we had our suits made with the same material." 

The cloud birthmark was now prominent on her wrist. "Let's go see him, as long as he's not too busy. He's been working with Wexler and Ravenhurst on what he calls 'Inflation Classes'."

"Inflation classes...? What do they teach people to inflate?" Daisy asked. "Because that's what it sounds like."   

"Actual it's kind of the opposite. You'll see when we get they." 

But before they can go to the inflation class, they had to shop for some stretchy clothes for Daisy. "God I don't know, I mean, can't I just control it? Not to be rude, but I don't want to wear ugly clothes. I have an aesthetic and I don't want it to be ruined by a type of clothes." The arsonist exclaimed.  She had the problem before, as a plus sized woman, she had to buy mens clothes since they fit well, as well as being not as much of an eyesore.

"I mean you were the one saying you needed stretchy clothes. But don't worry, Harl made sure to incorporate alternative styles for the clothes he makes." Duke explained, upon which, as if right on que, Harl appeared. "Hey Duke, do you need any help?" The handyman asked, looking at the lieutenant.

"Eep! Oh, hello Harl, it's almost like just the word summons you. Could you make some more custom stretchy clothes? Daisy wants something more suited to her arson work, I'm guessing a lot of bright reds and oranges." He asked. 

"Oh of course! Come with me into the junkyard, you'll have more privacy there." Harl chirped, leading the three into his workshop. Tippy was already inside alongside Wheeler and Ollie, the older couple were skateboarding just like the old days. "Those specially designed boards work like a charm, but what I'd really like to make one day is a custom car for Balloonmen." Harl remarked. 

"Oh Harl, dear, you've already done so much." The doorman cooed, kissing his own husband on the lips. "Once the fitting is done, how about we have a little date? I can roll you into the fanciest restaurant in the city." 

"Aww, you sure it won't be too much to ask?" 

"Of course not, I inherited all of my stepfather's money once he passed away. I used most of it to help fund that center for people like you." He insisted. "Mm, and I can use the rest to keep my sweet blimp pampered." 

They would have continued if Daisy didn't grunt to get their attention. "Oh right, let's get you some new clothes." 

Duke took a seat on a bench just outside, joined by Snake. "I packed a couple more turnovers if you wanted any, I know they're your favourite." He purred, feeding one to the chubby lieutenant. "You've gotten nice and soft since the wedding.~" 

"Heh, thanks Snake. Your cooking is just so irresistible." Duke blushed. "A lot has changed in just five years. You know, my birthday will be coming up soon, it will be five years since I discovered my heritage." 

"Then we better do something extra special to celebrate, just you, me and the horses." 

Duke simply smiled, laying on his lap. "Oh get a room you two!" 

"Ack! Oh hi Daisy, that was quick." 

The arsonist shown off her new outfit, complete with a pocket for smaller explosives.

It was quite similar to her old outfit, but with a bit more flare. Not only were there pockets, but there were also little details, such as flames embordered into it which used elastic to make it stretch along with the outfit. "Wow, you look great!" Duke commented. "Heh, thanks. Not only is this stretchy it's also really breathable." 

"That's a good thing, right?" 

"Hell yeah. I was worried that Harl would use an uncomfortable material or something. Thank God he didn't. Now then... You said something about Inflation classes?" 

"Oh, we should get there then, or at least drop you off or something." Duke stated before being stopped. "Duke just tell me where it is. It's clear that you were having a 'special moment'. Daisy said, making Duke blush.   

"Well, alright, if you want to go alone." The lieutenant said before telling her the location of the classes.

It was now just the two of them, the sun was setting in the horizon. "Shall we?" Snake purred, leading his husband back to the ranch. "Someone was eager to see you." He pointed to Corn; she was neighing to get Duke's attention. 

"Heh, alright. Let's get you saddled up; will you go with King?" 

"Mamba could use the exercise, she was stuffing herself with apples yesterday." The rancher chuckled, walking the horses outside. King and Copper would be following along at their own pace, snorting as they watched the couple being loving towards each other.

Duke gently squeezed his legs against Corn, riding off with Snake through the fields and into the sunset. From now on, life couldn't be sweeter.