Chapter 1 - Bart

Bart sat on the floor next to the couch, watching his obese dad sweat and pant as he devoured yet another box of donuts. The TV was blaring in the background, playing some mindless sitcom, but Bart didn't pay it any attention. His eyes were fixed on his father's massive belly, which jiggled with every breath he took.

To Bart, it seemed like the perfect life. No worries, no responsibilities, just endless hours of eating, lounging, and watching TV. He wished he could be like his dad, big and proud, with no cares in the world.

As Homer polished off the last of the donuts, he let out a satisfied belch and reached for a can of beer. Bart watched as he cracked it open and took a long, refreshing swig.

"Everything ok, son?" Homer asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What about if we order some pizza before dinner time?" He asked happily.

Bart grinned, feeling a sense of pride in his father's words. He knew that Homer loved him no matter what, even if he wanted to be just like him someday.

Bart watched with amazement as his father devoured the pizza they ordered few minutes ago, barely taking a break to catch his breath. Homer's stomach bulged out proudly, and his sweat glistened in the light of the TV. As he finished up, Homer leaned back into the couch, breathing heavily.

Bart stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of his gigantic dad. He was amazed at how much his dad had let himself go. Homer's belly and moobs jiggled as he scratched them absentmindedly.

"Hey Bart, do you want to play some video games with your big old man?" Homer asked, licking the grease from his greasy fingers.

Bart eagerly agreed, grabbing the controller from the coffee table. They played for hours, laughing and joking as they battled their way through the levels.

As the afternoon stretched on, Bart sat there, without stopping watching his dad sweat and drinking beer. He knew that this was what he wanted for his own life. To be big and proud and carefree, just like his dad.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening interrupted their game. Marge had arrived home from shopping groceries, and she immediately set to work in the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal for her family. Despite his full stomach, Homer eagerly looked forward to dinner.

Bart watched in admiration as his dad continued to eat, scratching his belly and moobs as he relaxed in the couch. Homer farted loudly, and Bart couldn't help but laugh.

"You're the coolest dad ever," Bart said, patting his dad's bulging belly.

Homer grinned and patted Bart's head. "That's because I know how to live, son. Eating burgers, drinking beer, and watching TV. It's the American dream."

Homer asked him to get closer and hugged him tightly, his massive arms enveloping his son in warmth. Bart felt the sweat on his dad's body, but it didn't matter. He knew that his dad loved him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

"Boys, dinner is ready," Marge called out, trying to get their attention.

Homer grunted and wiped his mouth with a napkin, struggling to get up from the couch. Homer groaned as he tried to push himself up from the couch, but his belly and thighs were too heavy to lift. Marge rushed over and offered her hand, helping him stand up as he panted heavily.

Bart grabbed onto his dad's other arm, helping him walk towards the dining table. As they walked, Bart couldn't help but feel envious of his father's size and carefree attitude towards food. He longed to be as big and proud as Homer, to live a life of indulgence and excess.

The end.