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You finally got the chance to see your favourite comedian, Logan, but he starts to blimp up in the middle of his show. How much bigger is he going to get?

Logan was a local legend, a lean heartthrob who had the entire town laughing with his stand-up comedy routines. He had a knack for humor that was as sharp as a razor blade, and his quick wit had earned him a devoted following. But it wasn't just his jokes that drew people in; it was also his unmistakable style. Logan was often spotted wearing a crisp white football jersey with a big number 23 printed on the front and back. It had become his signature look, and it was as much a part of him as his infectious laughter.
One fateful evening, Logan took the stage at a local comedy club, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. He launched into his routine, the audience hanging on his every word. His jokes were hitting the mark, and the laughter in the room was infectious. Logan was in his element, basking in the glow of the spotlight.
But then, as he delivered a particularly uproarious punchline, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach. It was a twinge of discomfort, a flutter of unease that he couldn't quite shake. He tried to push through it, thinking it was just a case of nerves, but the feeling persisted and grew more intense with each passing moment.
Logan's heart began to race as he realized that something was seriously wrong. He clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain. The audience, however, misinterpreted his grimace as part of his act and erupted into even louder laughter. They had no idea that Logan was in genuine distress.
Desperation flooded over him, and he tried to step away from the microphone, hoping to escape the stage and seek help backstage. But as he moved, he discovered that his body wasn't responding as it should. It was as if an invisible force was holding him in place, preventing him from making a graceful exit.
Panic coursed through Logan's veins as he felt his body begin to change. He looked down and gasped in horror. His once-lean frame was expanding, and he was getting rounder by the second. He resembled a human balloon being inflated, and the audience's laughter only grew louder.
Logan's cheeks puffed up, and his jersey stretched to its limits as his body continued to expand. His limbs sank into the soft divots of his ballooning form, rendering him helpless. He struggled to speak, to convey his distress, but all that came out were high-pitched squeaks.
The audience, still convinced this was all part of the act, laughed harder. They had never seen anything like it, and they assumed Logan was the mastermind behind this bizarre comedic performance. The staff at the comedy club also watched in amazement, convinced that they were witnessing some kind of elaborate stunt.
But as Logan continued to inflate, his size and shape becoming increasingly absurd, a realization dawned on some of the more astute members of the audience. This was no act; something was seriously wrong. Murmurs of concern spread through the crowd, and a few brave souls began to inch closer to the stage.
Logan's distress became more evident with each passing second. His movements were sluggish, and he could feel the pressure building inside him. He wheezed and sputtered, his eyes wide with fear, as he tried to convey the urgency of his situation.
Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit the audience and staff like a ton of bricks. Logan was getting too big, and it was no longer funny. Panic swept through the room, and chaos ensued. People started pushing and shoving, desperately trying to escape the comedy club.
Logan, now resembling a giant, round sphere, watched in horror as the room emptied out. The audience and staff fled, leaving him behind on the stage. He squeaked one final plea for help, his voice barely audible over the commotion.
"Help, I'm too fat! I'm gonna pop!"
But his cries fell on deaf ears as the last of the onlookers dashed for the exit. Logan was left alone, trapped on the stage, his body continuing to expand uncontrollably. His jersey strained against his ballooning form, and his cheeks were now comically swollen.
The pressure inside him continued to mount, and he felt as though he might burst at any moment. Logan had gone from being the center of attention to a bizarre and terrifying spectacle. He remained on the stage, a fat blimp of a man, as the comedy club emptied and his fate hung in the balance.
The story ends as a cliffhanger, with Logan's future uncertain. Will someone come to his rescue in time, or will he continue to inflate until he reaches a point of no return? Only time will tell what awaits the local lean heartthrob turned accidental spectacle.

Description
You finally got the chance to see your favourite comedian, Logan, but he starts to blimp up in the middle of his show. How much bigger is he going to get?

Logan was a local legend, a lean heartthrob who had the entire town laughing with his stand-up comedy routines. He had a knack for humor that was as sharp as a razor blade, and his quick wit had earned him a devoted following. But it wasn't just his jokes that drew people in; it was also his unmistakable style. Logan was often spotted wearing a crisp white football jersey with a big number 23 printed on the front and back. It had become his signature look, and it was as much a part of him as his infectious laughter.
One fateful evening, Logan took the stage at a local comedy club, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. He launched into his routine, the audience hanging on his every word. His jokes were hitting the mark, and the laughter in the room was infectious. Logan was in his element, basking in the glow of the spotlight.
But then, as he delivered a particularly uproarious punchline, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach. It was a twinge of discomfort, a flutter of unease that he couldn't quite shake. He tried to push through it, thinking it was just a case of nerves, but the feeling persisted and grew more intense with each passing moment.
Logan's heart began to race as he realized that something was seriously wrong. He clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain. The audience, however, misinterpreted his grimace as part of his act and erupted into even louder laughter. They had no idea that Logan was in genuine distress.
Desperation flooded over him, and he tried to step away from the microphone, hoping to escape the stage and seek help backstage. But as he moved, he discovered that his body wasn't responding as it should. It was as if an invisible force was holding him in place, preventing him from making a graceful exit.
Panic coursed through Logan's veins as he felt his body begin to change. He looked down and gasped in horror. His once-lean frame was expanding, and he was getting rounder by the second. He resembled a human balloon being inflated, and the audience's laughter only grew louder.
Logan's cheeks puffed up, and his jersey stretched to its limits as his body continued to expand. His limbs sank into the soft divots of his ballooning form, rendering him helpless. He struggled to speak, to convey his distress, but all that came out were high-pitched squeaks.
The audience, still convinced this was all part of the act, laughed harder. They had never seen anything like it, and they assumed Logan was the mastermind behind this bizarre comedic performance. The staff at the comedy club also watched in amazement, convinced that they were witnessing some kind of elaborate stunt.
But as Logan continued to inflate, his size and shape becoming increasingly absurd, a realization dawned on some of the more astute members of the audience. This was no act; something was seriously wrong. Murmurs of concern spread through the crowd, and a few brave souls began to inch closer to the stage.
Logan's distress became more evident with each passing second. His movements were sluggish, and he could feel the pressure building inside him. He wheezed and sputtered, his eyes wide with fear, as he tried to convey the urgency of his situation.
Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit the audience and staff like a ton of bricks. Logan was getting too big, and it was no longer funny. Panic swept through the room, and chaos ensued. People started pushing and shoving, desperately trying to escape the comedy club.
Logan, now resembling a giant, round sphere, watched in horror as the room emptied out. The audience and staff fled, leaving him behind on the stage. He squeaked one final plea for help, his voice barely audible over the commotion.
"Help, I'm too fat! I'm gonna pop!"
But his cries fell on deaf ears as the last of the onlookers dashed for the exit. Logan was left alone, trapped on the stage, his body continuing to expand uncontrollably. His jersey strained against his ballooning form, and his cheeks were now comically swollen.
The pressure inside him continued to mount, and he felt as though he might burst at any moment. Logan had gone from being the center of attention to a bizarre and terrifying spectacle. He remained on the stage, a fat blimp of a man, as the comedy club emptied and his fate hung in the balance.
The story ends as a cliffhanger, with Logan's future uncertain. Will someone come to his rescue in time, or will he continue to inflate until he reaches a point of no return? Only time will tell what awaits the local lean heartthrob turned accidental spectacle.