Getting a New Car for Homer.

Chapter 1 - Getting a car for Homer

Homer and Marge were sitting in their living room, watching TV, when Homer suddenly turned to his wife.

"Marge, I've been thinking. I need a car that can hold my weight."
Homer sat on the couch, looking dejectedly at his old car parked outside. It had been a year since he last drove it, and he couldn't fit in the driver's seat anymore due to his massive weight gain. He turned to his wife Marge, who was sitting beside him, and let out a deep sigh.

"I miss driving around town, Marge," Homer said. "It feels like I'm trapped here all the time."

"I know, Homie," Marge replied sympathetically. "But we have to find a solution that works for you. We can't risk your safety by trying to squeeze into that small car."

Homer nodded in agreement. "I guess you're right. But I just hate feeling so helpless."

Marge put her arm around Homer's shoulders. "We'll figure something out, dear. We'll find a car that can hold your ample rear and make you feel like yourself again."

Homer smiled weakly. "Thanks, Marge. You always know how to cheer me up."

Marge got up from the couch and walked over to the computer. "Let's start looking online for a big van. We can find one that's comfortable for you and has enough space for the kids too."

Homer's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea! We can go on family trips and I can finally drive again!"

Marge grinned. "Exactly. Now let's start our search and find you the perfect car."

Homer felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement. With Marge by his side, he knew they could find a car that would make him feel like himself again. He leaned back on the couch and watched as Marge began to search for the perfect van.

The next day, Homer woke up early in the morning and remembered the appointment he made the day before at the car retail store. He was excited and nervous at the same time, as he had been unable to drive for a year due to his obesity.

Homer let out a groan as he tried to roll over in his king-sized bed. He felt like he was sinking into the mattress and his body felt heavy and sluggish. He knew he needed to get up, but his body didn't want to cooperate. He tried to push himself up with his arms, but they were weak and shaking.

"Help! Bart! I need your help!" he shouted.

Bart, who was in his room getting ready for school, heard his dad's cry for help and rushed to his aid. He opened the door to his parents' bedroom and saw his dad struggling to sit up.

"Need a hand, Dad?" Bart asked.

Homer nodded and reached out his hand. Bart grabbed it and pulled with all his might. Homer grunted and groaned as he struggled to lift his immense weight off the bed. Finally, with one last heave, he managed to sit up.

"Thanks, son," Homer panted. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Homer slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. But his knees buckled under his weight and he fell back again onto the bed.

"Oof, that hurt," he groaned.

Bart rushed over to help him again, and together they managed to get him standing up. Homer stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, trying to squeeze himself into his favorite Hawaiian muumuu. It was one of his most comfortable outfits, but unfortunately, it had become too tight for him.
As he tried to wiggle into the garment, he found that it wouldn't budge past his midsection. He grunted in frustration and sweat started to bead on his forehead.The fabric was stretched to the limit and Homer's enormous body was bulging out of the sides.

"Son, I think I might need your help once again" Homer panted. "I can't get into my mummu by myself."
Bart rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit amused by the sight of his dad struggling with his clothes. He approached Homer and began to tug on the fabric, trying to stretch it enough to fit his dad's massive frame.Homer groaned and moved his collosal body from side to side, causing the floor to tremble beneath their feet. Bart struggled to hold onto the mummu as his dad's body shifted, but he managed to finally get it over Homer's head.

With a final tug, the mummu slid down over Homer's big moobs and belly.Homer let out a sigh of relief as Bart stepped back to admire his work.

"Phew, that was a close one," Homer panted, sweat was still dripping down his forehead.

Bart couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you should consider a bigger size, Dad."

Homer scowled playfully. "No way, son, this is my lucky muumuu. I'll never give it up."

With a satisfied grin, Homer waddled out of the room and headed to the kitchen.
Marge was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard the sound of Homer's footsteps and the sound of his heavy breathing.
Marge couldn't help feeling excited every time she saw her 500-pound husband. Homer appeared in the kitchen, and Marge greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hey there, big guy," Marge said affectionately, admiring Homer's impressive size. She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his massive waist, and hugged him tightly.Homer grinned, feeling Marge's embrace.
"Hey there, beautiful," he replied, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Marge leaned back to look up at her towering husband, admiring his broad shoulders and impressive girth.
"You're looking good," Marge said, reaching up to stroke Homer's double chin.
Homer chuckled, pleased with Marge's words. "Thanks, babe. You always know how to make me feel good."
Marge beamed at Homer, taking his hand and leading him to the table. "Breakfast's almost ready. I made your favorite: pancakes and bacon".
Homer's eyes widened at the mention of his favorite meal. "Oh boy, that sounds great!" he exclaimed, rubbing his massive belly in anticipation.
Marge couldn't help but notice the way Homer's body filled the chair, his belly spilling over the sides. She reached out to caress his soft skin, enjoying the sensation of his warmth.
"Are you excited about going to the store today?" Marge asked with anticipation.

Homer groaned, "I'm more nervous than excited. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the salespeople. They might not have a car that fits me."

Marge gave Homer a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, we'll find something. I'll come with you, and we'll figure it out together."

Homer nodded, feeling grateful for Marge's support. He knew that he couldn't do it alone. Together, they finished breakfast and got ready to leave.
After breakfast Marge called for a cab big enough for Homer in order to pick them up and taking to the car retail store.
The taxi arrived and Homer struggled to get in, panting and sweating from the physical effort. The taxi driver made a snide comment about his weight.

Homer's face turned red with anger, and he immediately stood up for himself. "Hey, watch your mouth! I might be big, but at least I'm comfortable in my own skin. Can you say the same?" Homer said, his voice booming with confidence.
He told the driver that his weight was none of his business and that he had no right to judge him and also reminded him that he was paying for the ride and deserved to be treated with respect.
As soon as the taxi driver realized his mistake, he felt ashamed and guilty for making fun of Homer. He knew he had crossed a line and felt terrible about it. He realized that he was right and that he had been acting unfairly towards Homer. He apologized to them both and promised to treat him with the respect they deserved.
Marge noticed his unease and reminded him of all the things he was good at - like being a great dad and a hard worker. She encouraged him to focus on the positive and not let other people's opinions bring him down.
She really loved how he didn't let anyone put him down or shame him for his size. It was a quality that she admired and was one of the reasons she fell in love with him.
When they arrived at the car retail store, Homer took a deep breath and braced himself for another potentially uncomfortable experience.
As they walked into the store's entrance, Marge couldn't help but feel turned on by her husband's display of strength and confidence. She whispered in his ear: "I love when you stand up for yourself, big guy." She gave him a playful pinch on his love handle, and Homer grinned, feeling proud of himself.

The salesman welcomed them and offered them something to drink in order to start checking Homer's options. Marge asked for a cold glass of water and Homer undoubtedly asked to have a 2 cans of soda.
The salesman brought their drinks and while they were drinking them he couldn't stop thinking how heavy Homer was... Then,the salesman politely asked him his weight.

Homer hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious about his weight, but he knew he couldn't hide it forever. "I'm around 530 pounds," he proudly admitted.

The salesman looked surprised, but he quickly recovered and offered a sympathetic smile. "Well, we have plenty of vehicles that can accommodate your size, sir. We want you to feel comfortable and safe on the road."
Homer nodded, appreciating the salesman's professionalism. "Thank you," he said, taking another sip of his drink.

Marge placed a comforting hand on Homer's belly. "Don't worry, honey," she said. "We'll find a car that's perfect for you."

Homer smiled at her, grateful for her support. Homer followed the salesman, feeling self-conscious as he walked past the other customers. They looked at him, and he could hear their whispers. Homer tried to ignore them and focus on finding the right car.
Together, they began to browse the car lot, looking for a vehicle that would suit Homer's needs.
The salesman led them to the car he had in mind for Homer. It was a large SUV, with plenty of space in the backseat and the trunk.
The salesman was eager to sell the car to Homer and began to pitch his latest model. "This car is perfect for someone like you," the salesman said. "It's got all the latest features and plenty of room for your big frame."
Homer was intrigued by the salesman's pitch and agreed to check out the car. He waddled over to the car and tried to open the door. But to his surprise, he couldn't fit through the door. He tried to squeeze himself in, but it was no use. Homer was too big for the car.

He turned to the salesman and said, "I can't fit in this car. It's too small for me." The salesman was taken aback. He had never encountered someone as big as Homer before. But he was determined to make a sale.

"Let me help you," the salesman said. He grabbed Homer by the arm and tried to pull him into the car. But Homer's body was just too big. He began to pant and sweat from the physical effort.

"Stop, stop!" Homer said. "I can't do this. It's too much for me." He called out to his wife, who was next to him. "Honey, can you come over here and help me?"

His wife rushed over and saw her husband struggling to get into the car. She knew he was embarrassed and did her best to keep a straight face. "Let's try this together," she said. "On the count of three, we'll both push."

Together, they pushed and pulled, and after a few minutes, they managed to get Homer out of the car. He was panting and sweating from the physical effort, and his face was bright red.

"I'm sorry," the salesman said. "I didn't realize how big you were. I'll find you a car that's more suitable for your needs."
The salesman asked Homer if he was open to try a van instead. He led Homer and Marge towards a red van parked in the lot outside. As they approached, Homer couldn't help but notice how spacious it was. The salesman opened the door and invited them to take a look inside.

"Wow," Homer breathed, as he lowered himself into the driver's seat. "This is roomy."

"Yes sir, it is," the salesman said with a smile. "And it's also designed with features that accommodate those who need a little extra space and support."

Homer raised his eyebrows in interest. "Like what?"

The salesman gestured towards the seat. "Well, for one thing, the driver's seat has a built-in massage system. It's designed to ease tension and provide support for those who might be carrying a little extra weight."

Homer leaned back, feeling the massage rollers gently knead his back and neck fat folds. "Oh, that's nice," he murmured.

"And that's not all," the salesman continued. "There's also a small fridge installed right between the driver's and passenger's seats. Perfect for keeping your beverages cold and within easy reach."

Homer's eyes widened. "No way! That's amazing."

"Plus," the salesman added, "the side doors and rear hatch are extra-wide, making it easier to get in and out of the van."

Marge nodded in agreement. "That sounds like it could be really helpful for you,big guy."

Homer looked at Marge, excitement bubbling up inside him. "What do you think, honey? Should we give it a try?"

Marge smiled. "I think it's definitely worth considering."

As they stepped out of the van, the salesman handed Homer a brochure and told him to think it over. But Homer had already made up his mind.Excited by all the features and conveniences offered by the van, Homer decided to purchase it. The salesman was happy to hear that and quickly got to work on the paperwork. Once the paperwork was completed, the salesman handed Homer the keys and wished them a safe and enjoyable ride. Homer and Marge thanked the salesman and got into the van.

Homer started the engine and immediately felt the power of the van. He turned on the massage system and leaned back, feeling the tension in his huge body melt away. Marge smiled as she saw the look of pure bliss on her husband's face.

Homer was feeling quite hungry after purchasing the van and decided to stop by the drive-in restaurant to grab some food for him and Marge. As they pulled up to the menu board, the cashier's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of Homer's enormous body in the driver's seat of the brand new vehicle.

Homer leaned out the window to place the order, his massive belly spilling over the steering wheel. The cashier tried to hide his amazement and asked for their order in a professional tone.

Homer requested a two large orders of fries, three double cheeseburgers with extra bacon, and a jumbo diet soda. Marge, just ordered a salad with grilled chicken and a small bottle of water.

As they waited for their food, Homer relaxed in the driver's seat of the van, feeling proud of his purchase. He rubbed his belly and smiled at Marge, "I'm so glad we got this van, Marge. It's the perfect ride for a big man like me."
Marge smiled back at him, happy to see her husband feeling confident and proud of his size. "I'm glad you're happy, Homer. You deserve to feel good about yourself."

Finally, their food arrived, and Homer eagerly dug in, his massive hands shoveling fries into his mouth and biting into the juicy burgers. Marge enjoyed her salad quietly.

Homer leaned back in the driver's seat, feeling stuffed after finishing his meal. He patted his round belly, underneath his mummy dress, and let out a contented belch. As he was about to start the van when he turned to Marge and asked, "Do you think it's okay if I order a dessert too?"
Marge, who was busy checking her phone, looked up at him and smiled. "Sure, honey. Treat yourself," she said.
Homer's face lit up with excitement, and he leaned over to the intercom. "Excuse me, can I add a large hot fudge sundae with brownie to go, please?" he said.

The cashier's voice crackled through the intercom, "Sure thing, sir. That'll be an extra $6.99. Thank you."

Homer eagerly handed over his credit card, and the cashier took it and ran it through the machine. While they were waiting for the sundae, the cashier made small talk with Homer.

"Nice van you got there," he said, eyeing the vehicle. "Looks like it's got plenty of room for a big man like you."
Homer beamed with pride. "Yeah, it's pretty great. I can stretch out and relax in there, and the seat even has a massage function for wide people like me," he said, rubbing his hand over the armrest.
The cashier chuckled. "That's awesome. I'm glad you're enjoying it."
Homer's attention was drawn back to the intercom as the cashier announced, "Okay, sir, your hot fudge sundae is ready. Enjoy!"

Homer eagerly grabbed the sundae and began to spoon it into his mouth, moaning with pleasure as the cold, sweet dessert melted on his tongue. Marge shook her head, amused, and turned her attention back to her phone as they drove off, with Homer happily munching on his treat.

Homer was thrilled with his brand new van and couldn't wait to show it off to his kids. He turned to Marge and suggested they pick up the kids from school together.

"I want to show off our new van to Bart and Lisa," Homer said.

Marge smiled at Homer's excitement. "That's a great idea, Homer. I'm sure the kids will love it," she replied.

They got in the van and drove to the school. When they arrived, Homer carefully parked the van in the school parking lot, making sure not to scratch it.
As soon as Bart and Lisa spotted their parents, they ran over to greet them. "Wow, Dad! Is that a new van?" Bart exclaimed.

Homer beamed with pride. "Yes, son. It's a special van made for people like me," he said, patting his belly.

Lisa couldn't resist asking, "What's so special about it, Dad?"

Homer excitedly listed off all the features of the van, including the massage system, the cold beverage fridge, and the extra spacious seats. Bart and Lisa listened in awe, impressed by all the new gadgets and features.

Bart's friends came closer to look his dad's new vehicle. They were in awe of his enormous size and how he could fit in the driver's seat of such a big vehicle. Homer could see the admiration in their eyes and decided to share how he got so big and happy.

He told the kids that he had gained weight in order to work from home and be more comfortable. Some parents who were nearby couldn't believe what they were hearing and started to stare Homer in disapproval. But Homer didn't seem to care and continued to talk about his achievements

The kids were fascinated and kept asking questions about his diet and how he managed to do certain things at his weight. Homer was happy to answer his questions.

As they drove home, Marge reached over and started rubbing his belly, making him feel even more relaxed. "You know, Homer, I'm proud of you," she said with a smile. "You've really made something out of working from home."

Homer smiled back at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He had gained weight, but it had been worth it to be able to work from the comfort of his own home. And now with his new van, he could drive in comfort and style.

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the smooth ride feeling of fullness from their meal. Homer couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him as he thought about his day.