Alter his metabolism so he's fat and lazy

"Honey, I'm home!" Melissa called out to Brad, who sat on the sofa watching the game. "And I've brought your favorite," she said, plopping a bag of burgers and fries on his lap. It fell to the floor because of his paunch.

"Thanks, babe," he said as she picked the bag up and sat beside him. She rested her head on his shoulder as she began feeding him the fries.

"Now remember what the doctor said. You've got to eat the whole thing to keep your cholesterol up. And if you finish everything, I've got a special treat for you," she said, nibbling his earlobe.

"Don't you want any?" he asked.

"No thanks, I'm saving my appetite for you. In the bedroom. I want to feel all that weight on top of me." She smiled. He didn't need any more encouragement than that.

When he'd finished all 12 burgers, he ate the other half of the sheet cake she'd baked him the night before. He didn't have the energy to climb on top of her, but she was more than happy to oblige. She rubbed her hands all over his round, heavy body, practically bringing herself to orgasm just by feeling his every curve, nook, and cranny. He found her blowjobs so much more satisfying now that he was trying to get fat. And she came every time he was inside her. Life was so much better than when he was the Lone Wolf.

"I'm glad you're not a crimefighter anymore," she said lazily after they'd had sex.

"Me too," he replied, kissing her forehead and passing out.

Outside the anti-gravity chamber, Ms Kyoto watched a visual representation of the 70th consecutive time Brad experienced this particular program. She used dials to carefully adjust the high concentration of sodium, sugar, fatty acids, and addictive chemicals being fed into Brad's bloodstream intravenously through the arms of the VR suit. Monitors helped her calibrate so the normal concentration of the harmful additives in his blood rose higher and higher without causing a heart attack. She prided herself on doubling his blood pressure and tripling his cholesterol in less than four hours -- all without increasing his weight or even alerting his subconscious that anything had changed.

"By the time I rouse you from this state," she said out loud, though she knew he couldn't hear her, "you'll be as lethargic, lazy, and dim-witted as if you really were the man in that VR. Even if I don't fatten you up first, you'll do it to yourself the first chance you get. Your body will demand it or you'll risk going into shock. I wonder, should I have my way with you while you're still the athletic Brad who used to become the Lone Wolf, or should I wait until you're ballooned out and helpless? Maybe I should fuck you both ways and see which one is better." She watched with glee as Brad passed out in the 71st run of the VR scenario and his levels spiked again.