After much villainous scheming, the fiendish Doctor Viper has finally come up with his most devious plan. And with it, he will finally bring down the accursed Swat Kats. And he will make very sure that his revenge will be sweet. In fact, it will be the sweetest.


.:Rated general for:.
>Blueberry Inflation


Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron is © Hanna-Barbera and Cartoon Network.


I heard that  SWATtheFox was feeling pretty down, so I worked my magic, waved my magic wand, and summoned up a story for him. I hope you enjoy it man, it's my thanks to you for all the hard work you've put in over the years.


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Viperberry Pie

Deep within the swamps of Megakat City, in the tree lab of an insane scientist, an evil plot was afoot. A vile and wicked plot, one of such unparalleled evil and wickedness. A plan so vile and despicable that all who slept soundly in their beds would shudder at the supreme EVIL that was afoot. With all the fury and vigour of a cyclonic storm, a kitchen timer went off… MENACINGLY! A sickening shadow stood before an active oven, a raspy cackle echoing through the air as it reached out with a pair of black oven mitts. With the flair and drama worthy of a Bond villain, the shadow opened up the oven… AND EXTRACTED A PPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! Wait, what? A pie? Really? Really? This is Doctor freaking Viper, master of mutations and one of the Swat Kat’s vilest enemies. And… he’s… baking a pie?! [Incomprehensible muttering] Ah ha. [Incomprehensible muttering] Ah ha. [Incomprehensible muttering] Okay, right, got it.

The vile and incorrigible Doctor Viper cackled wickedly in in harsh raspy voice as he set the pie down delicately on his work bench, his abominable mutant henchman staring at it hungrily. The cruel doctor hissed defensively at them, and they shied away from their cruel master. This pie was to be his final solution against those vile Swat Kats. Those handsome and courageous rogues who were always ruining his plots to create his beautiful utopian Megaswamp City. Oh how he hated those vile Swat Kats. But of course, now that he had his pie, he would finally do away with them once and for al- Okay, I gotta stop. I mean, really now, I’m describing the evil and vileness of a damn pie. I mean, I’d understand it if I was describing a new mutagen or some fancy new disease, but, come on, it’s a pie. You simply can’t make pie threatening. I mean, what, am I supposed to warn people about not touching it, lest they get burnt or something? Oh no! Look out everyone! That crust looks awfully jagged, you might get lightly grazed. [Incomprehensible muttering] Oh wait, what? That’s what’s going on? Huh…. Alright then, I’ll trust you.

Oh yes, this pie would be the answer to all of his problems, for beneath the unsuspecting crust lay a filling of his most vile creation to date: Genetically modified blueberries. Oh yes, this bastion of crust was nothing more than a Trojan horse to contain the end of all his problems. “Ssssoon my precioussss pie” Doctor Viper hissed. (OH COME ON! How is anyone supposed to take that seriously? I know the show was hammy, but this is really pushing it.)

He stroked his pie gently with his green claws, his sharp nails gingerly gliding across the pie. It was so hot and moist, he almost wanted to consume it himself. (Are you guys doing this on purpose?) But, no, it was not for him. “Thankssss to my sssspying bacteria, I have finally found the location of the Sssswat Katssss’ hideout. Now, I can finally end thosssse wretchessss at my leissssure. It will be a triumph itsssself that they would be brought down by an unssssusssspecting pie” he cackled loudly.

Placing his moist pie in a delicate hamper, he retrieved a small card he had written himself. Sealing it within an envelope, Doctor Viper then scuttled over to a mutant that was made of nothing but luscious lips. Quickly tracing some ruby red lipstick on one of those lips, the vile mutant doctor placed the back of the letter to it. With a loud pucker the envelope was sealed with a kiss, and with it, so to was the fate of the Swat Kats sealed. The pie would make sure of that. Doctor Viper cackled as he scuttled out of his lair and into the sewers, hamper delicately hanging from his arms. Soon now, soon the Swat Kats will fall, before the power of his pie.

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And what of those rogue Cats with attitude? Well, they were fixing cars, as was their jobs as bargain basement mechanics. The two were meandering around a rather beat-up car that just so happened to belong to Mayor Manx. Why was it beaten up? Well, that could be associated with the SHEER volume of crime that occurred in Megakat City, and the fact that the Mayor was always dragged into it. Seriously, it’s like he’s a magnet for trouble. Just put him somewhere, and guaranteed within five minutes at least three different villains will be in his general vicinity. Just amazing. Either way, Chance was underneath the car, checking out the damage of the underside while Jake was busy working under the hood. “Man, they sure did a number on the Mayor’s car” Jake remarked as he inspected the busted engine block.

“Yeah, those Enforcers have terrible aim. How do you even miss a twenty foot tall monster and hit the Mayor’s car instead?” Chance added as he inspected the dents in the front axle.

Suddenly, there was a loud rapping on the rolling door, which was closed as they had forgotten to roll the door up. The surprise knock was enough for Chance to bang his head against the underside of the car. The big tomcat groaned loudly as he rubbed his pained forehead, rolling out on his little wheelie board thing. “Who is it?” he grumbled as he rubbed grease onto his brow.

There was no reply. “Hello?” Jake called.

Again, no reply. The two Cats shared a concerned look. Nodding to each other, they edged towards the roller door, and with all their strength they forced it up as fast as they could. Adopting bizarre kung fu poses, they were greeted by… nothing. Well, nothing except for a hamper sitting in front of their building. They both stared at it, and the two shared a worried look. “Think it’s a trap?” Jake questioned, eying the envelope that sat atop the wicker basket.

“Why would it? As far as anyone knows we’re just some humble mechanics” Chance rationalized as he knelt by the hamper.

Grabbing the envelope crudely, his brow raised at the lipstick seal. Tearing it open, a small card dropped into his waiting hand. The big tom’s eyes shifted left to right as he read aloud: “To the heroes of Megakat City, I present to you a token of appreciation. From… a Secret Admirer?”

Chance flashed his partner a confused look, Jake returning it as the big tom grabbed the hamper. Peering inside, his eyes went wide with joy as the smell of blueberries pierced the air. “It’s a pie!” Chance declared in delight.

“Yeah, smells pretty good” Jake nodded, his guard still up. “But, who would our “secret admirer” be?”

“Well, it was signed with a kiss. Do ya think that, maybe… it was from Callie?” Chance said hopefully with a thick blush.

“Well, it’s possible. But, I don’t think she’d do all this cloak and danger stuff. She’d tell us outright if she knew” Jake mused.

“Well, she’s the deputy mayor, so if she told us she knew, then she could be putting herself in danger. Better to be secretive so creeps like Feral don’t catch on” Chance rationalized.

“I guess” Jake shrugged, still not convinced.

Chance purred loudly as he breathed in the rich aroma of the pie. His mind was filled with blueberries, as far as his mind’s eye could see there were blueberries. So many bushes, all divided by fences made of crust. He was already salivating by being in the mere presence of such beauty. “Mmm, it smells fresh too. We should eat it now, so it doesn’t go to waste” Chance decided giddily as he practically skipped back into the garage.

“Love to, but can’t. You know I’m dieting” Jake frowned huffily as he followed his friend.

“Come on man, you can just forget you’re on one. Or, are you scared of the pie?” Chance teased playfully. “You a fraidy cat whose scared of a few calories Jakey? You afraid of putting on a few pounds that you could easily take off at any time?” he continued, jabbing his friend’s flat belly.

The smaller Cat grunted in annoyance as he slapped his friend’s hand away. “You’re one to talk fat cat. When was the last time you’ve seen your feet huh?” Jake countered, jabbing Chance’s portly gut.

The big tom snorted in disgust, now being his turn to slap his friend’s hand away. “Please, I’m not that fat. But, if you don’t want some of Callie’s pie, then all the more for me” Chance petulantly decided.

“You’re going to eat an entire pie by yourself?” Jake snorted derisively.

“Damn straight I am” Chance affirmed, grabbing a can of spray cream from the kitchen.

“Well, fine then, you do that,” Jake snorted in annoyance, “but remember that’s it’ll go right to your gut and butt. Hope the blueberries and cream will be worth it twaddles” he added venomously, leaving in a quiet huff.

“BETTER A BIG ASS THAN A BIG MOUTH!” Chance shouted after the departed Jake.

The big tom snorted firmly as he prepared the pie, placing the perfect dessert onto a plate. Considering only briefly that he should get a fork, he decided to forgo it, he could eat the pie like a sandwich anyways. Still quietly fuming to himself, he sat down at the table and sprayed cream all over his sweet dessert, turning it from a pie into a meringue. The warmth from the pie seeped into the cream, slowly melting the soft whipped dairy. Greedily licking his lips, Chance sunk his teeth into the pie, and his mind exploded. Oh sweet catnip it was the best pie he had ever tasted. The crust was just so crisp and the blueberries so fresh. Juice poured down his throat as he chewed the berry pulp, his mind alive with the rich flavour of berries and cream. Oh it was so good he could barely hold himself back from swallowing the beautiful dessert and then going for a second, much larger and greedy bite. This portion was just as juicy as the last, with even more rich blueberry juice pouring down his throat in waves. It was pure addiction preserved within a container of crust. He just couldn’t control himself anymore, he had to keep eating the perfect pie. Juice and crust and cream coated Chance’s muzzle and the front of his jumpsuit, staining it with the rich and potent blueberry juice. He was so ravenous for the pie, he wanted all of it inside him. The only time he paused was to take a deep breath, before returning to the pie. Oh yes that pie, that wonderful, glorious pie.

Having consumed so much, Chance was sweating profusely as the warm confection sat in his belly, the last slice sitting mockingly in his hand. Oh, he was so full now, but, he wasn’t going to let it beat him. Unzipping his suit, he freed his bulging belly, alleviating enough pressure to make the last slice all the more enticing. With gluttonous gusto he put the last piece into his maw, and greedily consumed it with relish. He sighed with relief, a small vent of steam escaping his stained muzzle as he lay back, silently praising himself for conquering the pie. “Ooooohhh, that was amazing” he sighed, rubbing his stuffed belly.

Oh yeah, that was the spot. His gut was so thick and full of pie. He hadn’t been this sated since they were allowed to go to the Mayor’s Christmas party while still on the Enforcers. Oh yeah, his belly fur was so nice and soft when he was full, ah, this must be what it felt like to be rich. You just, sit around and eat pie all day while enjoying being fat. Ahhh, if only, if only. “Resting after lunch ya fat pig?” a sharp voice remarked, piercing his daydream.

Chance growled deeply at Jake, who was standing in the doorway with a look of disgust on his face. “You bet your bells I am. That was the best pie ever, pity you didn’t want any” Chance rumbled, idly picking his teeth with a claw.

“Well, when I do I’ll scoop it off your jumpsuit, or, are you saving those for later?” Jake snarked back.

“Maybe I am, what’s it to you?” Chance retorted snippily.

The two glared at each other fiercely, like, really fiercely. If you want to understand how fiercely, if this were an anime, the general area around them would be melting from how heated their glares were. THAT’S how fiercely they glared at each other. They continued glaring, before, Jake’s lips flickered, and Chance started snorting loudly. Finally, they couldn’t hold it back as they laughed their butts off. Their hearty guffaws filled the garage, Jake especially laughing so loud and hard he was doubled over himself. Tears were streaming down their faces as their laughter just kept going and going and going until they finally managed to pull themselves together. “Ha ha, wow. Were we actually getting catty with each other over a pie?” Jake snickered loudly, wiping his tears of laughter away with a sweaty sleeve.

“Nah, we were arguing over who the fat cat here was. Clearly it’s me, given mister tummy here” Chance laughed as he playfully jiggled his belly.

“I warned ya it would go to your gut. You better work that off or you’ll end up as fat as Feral’s ego” Jake chuckled.

“Nothing could ever get that fat and live!” Chance guffawed back.

They giggled childishly at that joke, until they could finally settle down to take straight. They both sighed loudly, before their calm was disrupted by Chance’s gut gurgling loudly. “Oof!’ Chance groaned loudly as he rubbed his tender belly.

“Cramps?” Jake inquired.

“Nah, just, just some gurgles, I’ll be fine” Chance said dismissively.

“Fine then, and now with your early lunch over, go get cleaned up. We still need to work on the Mayor’s car” Jake declared before leaving.

“Y-yeah” Chance grimaced, his belly gurgling loudly again.

A pressure was starting to build up inside him, and it was very quickly dawning on him that eating an entire pie might have been a very stupid idea. His belly gurgled loudly in agreement.

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Chance’s guts had refused to settle over the past hour, and they were still grumbling something fierce. If that wasn’t bad enough, a rather nasty side-effect of his overindulgence kept rearing its ugly head. His guts gurgled fiercely as he tried to concentrate on his work, but something else arose. “UUURRRRPPPP!” the chubby tom belched loudly, the taste of blueberries on his tongue.

“Oh jeez Chance, cover your mouth when you do that would ya? I can smell the blueberries from over here” Jake complained with his nose right by a greasy engine.

“Sorry” Chance apologized.

Every time his belly rumbled, a new wave of blueberry scented gas forced its way up his throat and out to freedom. At first it was funny, but now it was growing pretty concerning to him. “UUURRRPPP!” he belched again, with the fragrance of blueberries filling the air.

“Okay man, please just stop already” Jake begged his partner, now growing very tired of smelling fresh blueberries.

“It’s not like I can control this Jake” Chance alleged defensively. “UUUUURRRRPPP!”

Jake groaned in disgust, trying desperately to focus on his work while Chance lay below the car, still tinkering with the axles. “UUUURRRRPPP!”

“OKAY STOP IT!” Jake shrieked loudly, now at his wits end.

“Look I’m sorry, but it’s better out than in, right?” Chance declared weakly.

“I’d rather you inflate like a balloon than have to keep smelling blueberries all day” Jake mumbled sulkily.

Chance had heard that, but he said nothing as his belly kept growling loudly. The rumbling had been growing in volume with every belch, and he was starting to feel a little claustrophobic beneath the car. So, he hastily finished his work before sliding out. Hefting himself to his feet, he wiped a layer of sweat from his brow. And as he did, Jake was watching him intently, his eyes as wide as saucers. “What’s wrong?” Chance asked.

“Err… are… are you feeling okay, Chance?” Jake asked in a hush whisper.

“Aside from some bad gas, fine. Why?” Chance inquired.

“I… well, mate, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… your neck is turning purple” Jake reported.

“Ha! Pull the other toy Jake” Chance laughed weakly.

“I’m not joking Chance. Your face is turning purple” Jake said seriously, twisting the car’s mirror around so Chance could see his own reflection.

The smaller Cat was right Chance discovered the moment he saw his reflection. The nape of his neck was a vivid shade of indigo, and it was spreading up towards his face at a frightful pace. “Wh-what’s happening to me?” Chance whimpered, feeling at his face while his arms started turning blue as well.

“Chance, you’re turning violet!” Jake declared in shock as the colour spread across Chance’s body.

The bigger Cat was completely speechless, all the while very aware of the colouration that was coating him like a plague. And as it did, the pressure in his midsection was expanding at a frightful rate. He was doubled over from the intense feeling swelling within him. “CHANCE! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” Jake shrieked in shock as his friend staggered back into a more open area.

“The- GUH! Pressure! Inside me! It keeps building up!” Chance groaned loudly as he hugged his bloated belly.

Jake could only watch in horror as Chance kept moving backwards, his arms being forced apart by his expansive gut. The red Cat’s eyes bulged out of his head as he watched Chance’s belly swell outwards from beneath his jumpsuit. It was inflating like a balloon, but, if that loud “slosh glosh” sound was any indication, he wasn’t filling with air. “Something’s filling me up!” Chance grunted, unable to bear it anymore as he released his belly.

Oh yes, he was filling up, with sweet and rich blueberry juice, formed from the fermented remains of Doctor Viper’s mutant blueberries. Chance groaned loudly as he rubbed the sides of his expansively swelling midsection, his zipper straining against the beach ball hidden beneath it. His inflating belly gurgled and growled as it bloated larger and larger, filling up every inch of space within his suit. The fabric creaked loudly, being stretched beyond its size by his engorged gut, and by his arms and legs that began to fill with rich juice as well. His powerful arms plumped with rich filling blueberry juice, his muscles buried beneath jiggling and wiggling bingo wings. His long and dextrous fingers plumped up with juice, resembling miniature blue logs as he wiggled them about. The poor Cat was helpless in his expansive growth, when, with a loud tear from behind, he blushed violet. Craning his head back, his now blue eyes watched in awe of his swelling rump, whose sudden expansion had devastated the rear of his jumpsuit and his pants. His swelling butt cheeks were straining against his Scaredy Cat boxers, pulling it to its limits as the tip of his crack peaked ever further over the horizon of his waistband. The juice within sloshed about constantly, bouncing his bodacious behind as its contents refused to settle. Craning his head back around, Chance held out a desperate hand to Jake. “HELP ME!” he begged.

Jake tried to say something, anything to help Chance. But, he just couldn’t find the words. His mouth was simply agape as his friend continued ballooning outwards, the zipper of his jumpsuit only barely hanging on. With a sudden tear it gave way, the full expanse of Chance’s juice-filled form coming to light as his bloated navel hooved into view through the crack. His leggings were so tight from the volume of juice that blimped his legs, turning them into thickening tubes of blueberry delight. Large patches were torn through the cheap fabric, replaced by Chance’s vividly blue and bloated fur that forced its way through. The fat tom was so large now, his belly filling forwards and to the sides as his hips swelled outwards, joining his belly in this festival of growth. The hole in his zipper was repeatedly torn larger and larger, allowing more of his tremendously bloated gut to force its way through. His navel was puckered deeply within his expansive girth, forming a small pocket. Jake was hypnotized by how it bobbed and wobbled, Chance’s juicy innards sloshing and gloshing as it filled him by the gallon. He was so full, and yet even more juice continued to fill him, making him fuller and fuller every second.

Chance was so ginormous now, his jumpsuit was struggling to contain all of him as he appeared to be growing taller, his body stretching to accommodate his enormous blueberry belly. His arms were so full and bulky, he could scarcely bend them. All they could do was jut out from his body, and sit helplessly as his belly gurgled loudly, growing even faster. By now his belly had consumed his torso, his proud pecs bloating with juice, becoming harder and more turgid from their sweet filling. His rear was now fighting with his belly for space, the medicine ball sized spheres tearing the back of his jumpsuit, and stretching his boxers to their limit. The sound of the juice was deafening, the sloshing fluid echoing in the contained area as Chance’s body jiggled perpetually. The large tom closed his eyes and grit his teeth as his cheeks bloated with juice, making him resemble a cute blue Chipmunk. All he could do was groan loudly from the ever-building pressure and weight. How his thick legs held up his enormous mass was a mystery, but, it scarcely mattered as his entire body was growing out into an enormous blue ball. Pockets were beginning to form at his shoulders and thighs, his expansive growth consuming his limbs as his body rose upwards, devouring his neck and leaving his head encircled by a thick blue tyre. With a loud bang his jumpsuit eviscerated itself, leaving him in a very strained tank top, and his incredibly pressurized Scaredy Cat boxers.

Chance was well over ten feet tall now, and the tom kept rising higher and higher as his ravenous body consumed his limbs, vanishing his thighs and biceps beneath its bulk, his forearms and calves not far behind. With a loud gurgle and groan his arms and feet seeped into his body, forming their own large pockets. With an air of finality the groans and gurgles ceased, replaced only by the gentle sloshing of Chance’s body. He whimpered loudly from his lofty height, his head a mere few inches from the roof. He tried to move his hands and feet, and he succeeded. But he got nowhere as they flailed about uselessly, unable to do anything from their deep indents. He was completely stuck, bloated, and immobile; his belly constantly wobbling with loud blorps.

As for Jake, he could only stare in awe of Chance, or rather, Chanceberry. From behind the car he crept out slowly, taking short and measured steps towards his friend. Once he stopped a foot away from the blueberry Cat, he could fully appreciate the loud sloshing of Chance’s juicy insides. With a passive stare he looked straight into poor Chance’s eyes, and he just burst out laughing. His laughter hit him so hard he was literally rolling on the floor laughing, his hands pressed to be his belly just so he didn’t bust a gut laughing. This was utterly priceless, he honestly hoped that he wasn’t dreaming just so he could treasure this moment. “Oh ha ha, very funny” Chance grumbled, his cheeks wobbling from his grumpy speech.

“AH HA HA HA HA HA! AH HA! AH HA! AH HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!” Jake howled loudly.

This really was the funniest thing he had ever seen, ever. There was nothing he could remember that could even compare to how gloriously hilarious this moment. If he could frame this moment, he would hang it on his wall just so he could look upon it and laugh. Too bad Chance didn’t share his sentiment, as he couldn’t find anything hilarious about his situation at all. “You done?” he growled threateningly.

“Gimme a sec” Jake giggled, still on the floor and laughing his ass off.

After a few more seconds minutes of laughter, Jake was finally done. Well, mostly done anyways, as he kept giggling to himself while picking himself off the dirty floor. “Oh I haven’t laughed that hard in forever” he declared mirthfully while wiping a tear from his eye.

“I’m glad someone finds this funny” Chance pouted grumpily.

“I’m sorry man, it’s just, ya almost kinda deserve this, y’know? It seemed too good to be true that we would be rewarded for our efforts since we’re MASKED vigilantes. And I did warn you that all that pie would go to your gut and butt. I just underestimated how much” Jake sniggered.

“Nobody deserves this” Chance whimpered, his body jiggling constantly from all the contained juice.

“Yeah, you’re right, sorry. Now, hold on a sec” Jake said as he orbited around Chance, coming face to face with the stretched face of Scaredy Cat. “Nice butt” Jake teased as he pressed his paws against his friend’s enormous booty.

“Hey HEY! Hands off my butt mistUUUUUOOOOOOHHHHH!” Chance cried as Jake shoved him hard, rolling him forwards until his head was halfway to the ground.

Grunting loudly, Jake rotated back around Chance, now able to speak to him face-to-face. “Well, now that you’re like that, how do we fix me?” Chance whined loudly over the deafening sloshing of his liquid innards.

Jake shrugged nonchalantly. “You got me. I can bet you a pound of kitty litter that this is the work of Doctor Viper. Thing is, I don’t know if an anti-mutagen can even help you” Jake explained while still trying to sound supportive.

“Well, this is just grATE!” Chance belched loudly, spraying juice onto Jake.

“Gross” Jake spat in disgust.

“Sorry” Chance apologized sheepishly.

“Ugh, no, really, this is gross” Jake complained as he wiped the juice from his fur. And without really thinking, he licked his hand, the taste of blueberries on his tongue. “Huh, this stuff actually tastes pretty nice” he had to admit.

“Dude, what if it’s contagious!” Chance cried out in fear.

“Relax would you? It was only a small taste, not like the entire pie you ate. I’m pretty sure I’m fine” Jake chortled as his nose slowly started to turn blue. “What’s the worst that could happen?” he added as his midsection gurgled loudly.