Chapter #15Homer gets really fat by: DCPSherry   "mmmmMMMmm" Homer woke up with a moan... his disposal tube had turned on its scheduled pleasurable vibrations, causing Homer's very buried anatomy to perk up and after a few minutes Homer with it. His feeding tube was pumping his endless meal down his throat, he never let it cease... a constant stream of lard and meat chunks mixed with meal suppliments keeping his stomach almost painfully distended every minute of every day. It had been a month since Homer had moved into his new "warehome" and Homer had hit the ground and swelled like a ballon. He gained 40 pounds the first day and pushed himself to gain faster almost more every day since. Meaning in that time Homer had almost doubled his weight to 2654 pounds. His gut had taken most of the weight burying Homer's legs in loose hanging fat which in his reclined position now lay past his useless feet. His TV display let him know he was drinking 20 gallons an hour and while he felt full, it wasn't the straining feeling he found so enchanting. He used the remote kept on his right moob roll near his hands resting position to up it to 23. Feeling the rate increase as it poured into him Homer reached his pleasurable threashold and came into his waste tube, his rolling mounds of flesh shook as he gulped down 11,340 calories a minute. Homer idly watched an old Rainier Wolfcastle movie, watching as the calorie counter tracking what he ate that day climbed over 10 Million before dozing off again after only two hours awake, happy with his retirement.
Mr Zörker had been a very useful business partner and Homer was pleased to see he also was packing on the pounds. Homer wondered how his obese son was doing when his father was now the co-owner of the town's fast food joint and eating for free, which Homer could attest had great effects on the waistline. The partnership had yeilded an unexpected benefit as well, after seeing Homer hooked up to the machine for the first time he suggested implimenting a design that included a sensor that would measure how full Homer was, ensuring that if it wasn't kept near burstingly full the lard flow rate would increase until he was pumped full.
Day after day Homer kept the same routine, pumped full of lard at every minute of every day streching his nonstop meal to even greater heights. He could feel how the fat engulfed every bone and muscle under feet of pure adipose, he felt buried in a gelatin paradise that only got better. He slept roughly 20 hours a day and spent the rest of the time enjoying the sensations of feeling himself literally swelling fatter by the moment. Another month passed just as semlessly as the first, Mr Zörker installing the customized sensor to Homer's delight had meant he no longer worried about pushing buttons on the remote for anything besides setting the frequency of his waste tubes vibration feature and changing the channel on the TV, and that was mattering less and less to Homer. Months fell off the calendar in the blink of an eye to Homer as billions of calories were pumped in and staying on his body as new folds and rolls several yards wide. Homer was shocked one day when he looked at the calendar on his display and realized it had been a whole 14 months since he had last checked the date, it hadn't mattered nearly as much as the shocking 15 tons he'd gained in that same timespan to him. He kept a closer eye after that, given it was about the only thing he could do anymore, his movement was down to breathing and blinking and the tons kept piling on...
*SEVERAL YEARS LATER...*
Jeff Albertson took in the early morning air and smiled. It was 6:00 in the morning and he was starting on his morning jog to work, he liked doing it this early as there was almost no one on the road at this hour. He ran through the town square and in the mood to lengthen his path to the Android's Dungeon figured he'd run an extra two blocks past and then back around. After years of determined weight gain causing him to balloon to more than 700 pounds, a bad leg infection and some strong intervention by his doctor caused him to start dieting and excising and now he stood at under 200 lbs with a body fat percentage of a regular athlete. Still a fan of his comics and sci-fi he felt glad to have opened a new chapter in his life but on occasion found himself missing the days of his rivalry with that Simpson guy... Homer. No one had seen or heard from Homer in almost a decade, some rumors passed around for a while but everyone assumed he moved away quietly. Jeff made his way past the Krusty Burger, open for the morning breakfast run that Jeff had made many a time before he began actually running like now. Inside he saw who he assumed to be the manager. A tall and very obese man with brown hair and a thick mustache that complimented his thick facial features. Jeff paused for a moment to stretch, watching the owner fill a bag with more than a dozen breakfast sandwiches they had ready to serve into a bag, grabbing a laptop and waddling out of the store. Odd Jeff thought to himself, why would he be leaving so early in the day...
The mystery was quickly explained when the man waddled not to his car but to the unmarked warehouse that had been put up a few years prior. He unlocked the tinted glass door and went in where Jeff couldn't see him anymore. Jeff found the activity odd, what the warehouse could be for was a puzzle he found himself wanting to solve. Jeff began running past the Krusty Burger on his morning and evening return runs for the next week. He noticed how in the evenings tanker trucks would connect a hose from their storage tanks into a roll up door on the side of the building, it seemed like they were pumping something into the warehouse, not out which Jeff found gave little explanation to what was going on in there. the deliveries were 5 out of the 7 days of that week.
By the end of that week Jeff resolved to ask this new Krusty Burger owner about Homer, having followed in his footsteps as the owner perhaps they were still in contact he figured. So the next morning Jeff waited for the fat man to leave the store and in the parking lot between the buildings he jogged up to him. The large man spoke with a European accent Jeff found intoxicating, standing there in the lot the man was beginning to pant after only a moment. Knowing the feeling Jeff asked if they could sit somewhere as he had some questions about the former owner of Krusty Burger Homer and the man, Mr Zörker was surprised enough by the request he obliged and offered to continue the chat in his office next door where he thought Jeff would get the best answer.
Mr Zörker couldn't help but snack on a few of his breakfast chat while he cough his breath. The comic book guy felt a kinship, while no longer in his condition he could understand how an endless appetite could lead to such behavior and let him eat.
"So... you vant to see Homer Simpson? *urp* Vhen was the last time you saw em?" Zörker inquired.
"Well that was some years ago." Jeff said, "He owned the Krusty Burger and showed off he had put on hundreds of pounds in mere months, I don't know if you have a kid who reads comics but I run The Androids' Dungeon and would have matched bellies with you back then."
"HA! Oh I doubt that, you vill love this but when I met Homer around then I looked like you!" Mr Zörker said. "Meeting Homer Simpson had an effect on my life much like how he seems to have had one on yours. I do have a son... my little Üter Zörker is Homer's son's age... now a much larger young man. He lives at home, has to! He's is over half a metric ton now he loves our food here so much I have employees drop off bags when they get off for an extra tip throughout the day for him." Zörker had finished his bag of breakfast sandwiches and was rubbing his behemoth of a belly Jeff recognized had to be in the double digit XL size. Hearing the mans story had Jeff physically excited, it sounded like a dream he tried to live for a long time himself.
"I must say, greatest story ever!" Jeff said enthusiastically. "Sounds like you've been enjoying yourself greatly, but I must ask what happened to Homer? He said he was never going to stop but I never saw him after that last time 6 years ago."
"Ja, Homer is still in Springfield, he decided to retire from public life to enjoy an endless mahlzeit undisturbed." Mr Zörker said eyeing the door and window with the shudder down facing the inside of the warehouse. "I would not share this with you if I did not think he would appericate such a visit..." Zörker hefted himself up with a strained groan and waddled his way to the window. "After the first year he managed to put on over 10,000 pounds, it was astounding, every year he pushed harder, bigger, we had to start importing grease waste from more sources, expanding our "grease disposal" statewide and then even further than that. He put on 20,000 in a year just another year after that, 30,000 two years after that even, which was last year. It's a guess but he's got to be nearing 100 tons by this year or early next. The building we're in, it's his new residence, as he's pumped with 100 gallons an hour of cooked grease, lard, meat chunks and fat. 66% of all fast food restaurants in the state to keep him fed, 25% in every state surrounding us too." Jeff's jaw dropped as Zörker opened the blinds, the window was literally just a pressed up wall of fat rolls, two visible rolls pressed against every square inch. "The door vould be useless, he's stacked up above the top of the doorvay" Zörker said amused. "There's a hatch to the roof of this office in the space but..." as he patted his enormous belly, "I haven't been able to fit in years, go up, see if he needs anything" He said motioning to the hatch and ladder.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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