Walking over to the door in his briefs, Homer opens it and sees Mr Burns. 'AHHHH' Homer screams, trying to cover himself in front of his boss. 'Simpson! You are late!' Mr Burns shouts. 'I....I'm sorry Mr Burns' Homer said. 'Now look here you bloated gas bag! At this point, you may as well stay home for the day. But tomorrow, I expect you bright and early!' Mr Burns explains. 'Ye....yes sir. Mr Burns sir'.
Mr Burns, leaves. While Homer closes the door, 'Man...Mr burns was really mad. Plus I need to earn money, so I can really pig out' Homer said, rubbing his belly.
Homer spends the rest of the day ordering food and gobbling it down. Nervous about going back to work in the morning. His belly stuffed, he lay in bed rubbing it 'Man...if only I was over 300lbs again. I wouldn't have to go to work. I can't wait for that day...'. Homer closed his eyes and imagined himself over 300lbs, but still eating and eating. While he sat at a work terminal. His belly growing and growing. The thought of this got Homer hard. 'Oh my' Homer said, grabbing at mini Homer, 'must eat....and eat...and eat. Get fat....become a pig' Homer kept telling himself as he pumped, making himself orgasm. Panting heavily, Homer was too full to get up and soon fell asleep. Thinking about getting fatter and fatter.
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