Homer turned to look up at what took away the light from his world. Above him were two bulbous chunks of fat, pushed together. Fearing for what was to come next, he started sweating. He saw the mountainous cheeks rise and start to fall, with him directly in the middle. He was hopeful that he could avoid injury by staying in the middle. He screamed as they crashed down around him and he pushed through the skin, taut with fat, until he slipped in with greater ease.
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"OW!" Bart yelled, but he continued to pull on his father's underwear. He stood up and jumped around for a while. As he was pulling up the back side, he felt back to his injury. It felt odd.
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Homer could hardly breathe. Any attempts to breathe in deeply resulted in a mouthful of slimy skin. Soon, his body fell, but his head remained lodged inside his son. His sweat had provided a lubricant for him to slip into the asshole with relative ease. He's being bounced around for a while, creating more pressure on his head and creating a vacuum effect, making it harder for him to remove himself.
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