It was time, Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie were gone and Homer was left all alone, he'd waved goodbye at the door and quickly headed inside.
It had struck Homer recently that he really liked his belly and how fat it felt, how much it jiggled and how he loved being full and this was only at 239lbs, he kept imagining what it would be like to be truly fat, to get fatter than 315, possibly to immobile status, he hadn't really thought about it as long as he was getting fatter thats all he cared about.
Homer wanted to start right away but he didn't want to seem to eager so he sat down and watched TV, but he couldn't sit still, he decided he needed to do something, eat, drink, food shopping, anything.
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