"Ah yes, Legos. They have been around since 1932 and this year marks 45 years since the minifigure had been invented. Why am I bringing this up? Well it appears some fanfic writer has become very hyperfixated on literally all the themes."

Clutch Powers just shrugged as he listened to his biggest fan, Artie, read off his notes for an event celebrating all three criminals being recaptured and returned to the space prison. We all know what happened to the evil wizard Mallock, but Squidman and the Omega were no match for the now organized team of four. "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? Bringing attention to all themes would mean people will be more exposed to them, right?" He asked.

Artie gave him a long hard stare, then he responded. "It's a double edged sword, sometimes we can end up with underappreciated themes getting amazing fanart or fan continuations, but it could also mean something bigger. Literally bigger."

".. Uh huh, I think you're overreacting a bit. Like next you'll tell me there's an ongoing story where I turn into a fat slob thanks to some cursed gem or a cult worshipping my fat body." Clutch joked. "But seriously we should get to that party.

It was quite uneventful to say the least, just a few speeches, pictures taken with the heroic team and mocking the recaptured prisoners. As the Legos all continued their celebrations, a dark figure lurked in the shadows, placing a green tablet into Clutch's coffee before slipping out. However the famed adventurer didn't suspect a thing as he sipped his drink. "I was sure I asked for no cream in here." He thought, although he couldn't stop drinking. "Whew.. I'm feeling awfully tired, I think I'll turn in early tonight."

Clutch stumbled his way back to his red sports car, thankfully still aware of his surroundings enough to drive back home. Despite being famous and rich enough to afford an entire mansion, Clutch lived in a bungalow just in the suburbs. It was a quiet neighborhood with only the occasional bus passing by, as much as Clutch enjoyed the bustling city life it was nice to unwind somewhere quiet. "Eh, I guess I might as well watch a little TV to help me sleep." He thought.

He was mindlessly flipping through channels until something caught his attention. "After finding that giant silver snake fang, I've been hopping from realm to realm. Also that crystal shard attached to the satellite lets me access all channels from across the Legoverse." Clutch chuckled to himself.

A massive minifigure took up most of the screen, he was so fat it was hard just to see his face. All Clutch could make out was a tuft of black hair on his head. "Hey you! Yeah you! Ever wanted to have the experience of a lifetime? And not concerned about gaining weight?" He exclaimed.

"Uh-"

"Well then you're in luck! September has become Sumotember! All eateries and grocery stores will supply free food for anyone who will enter, the winner will be given a year's supply of pizza!" The announcer added, his ten chins jiggling.

"Heh, you won't catch me joining in on something like that." Clutch joked, although the sound of pizza got his belly rumbling up a storm. "Huh? I just ate at the party. I'll just sleep it off." As the adventurer laid in his bed, something huge was going to happen overnight.

The blankets rose as he began to swell, barely able to cover up his flabby belly. It seemed to fatten up from nothing, within seconds all the buttons on his pyjama shirt popped off one by one. Clutch moaned in his sleep as he continued to bloat, his limbs became short and stubby, covered in flab rolls. His thighs and butt were next to swell, rolls were hanging out over the sides, or they would have if the excessive weight didn't immediately crush his bed.

It was a miracle that Clutch didn't instantly wake up from the crash, finally it was time for his face to flab up. His cheeks puffed up like little balloons and a quadruple chin rolled down his face, covering up his practically nonexistent neck. His clothes were nothing more than tattered bits of fabric on the ground and his flabby belly sloshed back and forth with each snore.

"Urrgh, that was some weird dream. I had an eyepatch and was pestering a group of fruit coloured ni-AAAH!! What happened to me?!" Clutch belched once he finally awoke. His front view was blocked by his titanic belly, he flailed his stubby limbs as much as he could until he finally rolled off his squished bed. "Urrgh.. Okay, I'll just pull myself upright on the dresser." He groaned, it took a lot of work but Clutch Powers was back on his feet.

"Hopefully Artie knows a way to fix this, uh. I should probably get dressed first. There should be something extra stretchy in here somewhere."

Speaking of his fan, he immediately busted down the door, the newly crowned King Varen by his side. "I knew something like this would happen! I had a bad feeling when that commercial came on." The blue haired scientist exclaimed. "Well at least it only happened to you."

Clutch was about to respond, but only let out a massive burp. "The Sumotember thing? Heh, maybe I should enter after all."

"Uh yeah, about that you'll need a minimum team of three to sign up. Where are you going to find two other sumo sized Legos?" Varen asked, he went over to place his hand on Clutch's rounded shoulder, only for Artie to panic.

"Varen wait! Don't to-"

But before he could finish his sentence, a green light burst out from the touch. The king backed up, only for his own belly to burst right out of his usual outfit. "Ack! How am I getting so fat?!" He squeaked. The excessive weight added on so quickly made Varen lose his balance, he tumbled and was sent bouncing uncontrollably.

Some of his arm fat brushed against Artie's face, his face rounded out immediately. The two men fattened up before Clutch's very eyes, falling over onto their bubble butts once they reached half his size. He struggled to help them up as they continued to swell, their bellies bumping and squishing together the more they continued to stick together.

"Well.. I guess that answers that question, Varen. Wait, I remember that coffee I had last night was weirdly creamy, but it didn't taste like any milk was in there. Not anything I knew about anyways." Clutch remembered. "Oooh, why can I only think about that year's supply of pizza for entering?"

The now obese scientist wasn't going to wait around, he squeezed his two friends out the door and drove them to his lab personally. "Whatever the reason, it has to be connected to that commercial. Urrp, try to refrain from eating anything fattening in the meantime." Artie theorized. "I'll have to modify the old spaceship to check out the other Lego realms, I just hope it hasn't spread."

Clutch just jiggled his belly fat around, slapping the sides and smirking at the sight. "Heh, it feels kinda good actually. Ack! Uuh.. Fat is everything~ Wait I didn't say that!"

Artie just rolled his eyes. "Eh, might as well enter that contest. At least we won't risk having anyone else suddenly bloat up from just touching us."

As they got dressed, an invite appeared on the table. What caught the attention of the three blobby Legos was that it was stamped with a sumo minifigure. "I guess that means we're in. Weird, I didn't hear anyone come in."