Summary
Bart has returned home from school with a suspiciously large belly.
Lisa is mad at you, and has shouted for mum.
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"Bart! Go to your room!" Marge shouted, without hesitation, after all, it was routine of Bart to return home late for whatever bizarre reason.
Bart's belly gave a huge churn, to which Lisa looked at him, with a disgusted face. Bart rubbed his stomach and smiled. "Excuse me Lis, I need my beauty sleep!"..
"Muuuuum?!" Lisa yelled...
"Lisa, leave Bart alone. He's been a bad boy!"
As Bart slowly ascended up the stairs, pulling himself up with each step, Lisa shuffled her arms, and walked away...
Bart stumbled into his room, short of breath. The skateboard home had been a chore in itself, but walking up the stairs was another level of tough.. Panting, he took his t-shirt off, which had become increasingly tighter... His belly was as tight as a drum, slowly churning away the girl inside.. He laid back on his bed, and caressed his stomach.
Outside, a car pulled in. The door opened and upstairs came Homer from work.. "Yummy yummy yummy I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like.." he hummed. He past Barts door as he walked to his bedroom.... before pausing, and peering back into Barts room once again.... Bart ballooned like an over stuffed cuddly toy, his skin soft, tight, but unphased by its meal... It bubbled and groaned, like a humble, resting beast.
"Wooooooow..." Homer exclaimed in awe... with a big shock, Bart rolled off his bed, with a loud thud on the floor..
Bart popped back up, his arms pushing himself up against the bed... His eyes darted.. "I-didn'-do-it"..
Homer came in, and sat on the bed, closing the door.. "Son, its nothing to be ashamed of! Thats a genuine sign you're becoming a true Simpson, a true man!"
Bart was confused, this was certainly not the reaction he was expecting. Homer chuckled. He approached him to lift him up onto the bed, but Homer strugged to even lift him off the ground. Eventually, he squatted and pulled Bart up with both arms, with all his strength.. plopping him onto the bed.. Homer sat beside him short for breath. "Ugh, how where were we"..
"Dad, I can explain, you see at school, we were.."
Homer poked his stomach, "No son! I know exactly what you were doing.. Its been the playground tradition for generations and generations!"
Bart began to sound optimistic, beginning to regard himself with more pride.. "It is?" Bart rubbed his stomach, looking at it.. "Heh! Well Homer, they taste so yummy! So smooth, but almost dirty at the same time.. Thats taste."
Homer wrapped his arm around Bart, hugging him closely, Homers hand now patting Bart's spherical gut..
"Yep, thats exactly how I felt when I discovered the lunchtime 6-packs of Duff!"
"Huh?" Bart replied, shocked...
"Theres nothing quite like the very first, pure taste of that delicious delicious beer..." Homer started drooling just at the very thought of Duff's succulent taste....
Suddenly, from under Homer's hand, there was a sharp movement.. Bart, startled, his eyes popped open, took Homer's hand off of his belly... "Erm... strong bubbles, huh dad!"
Homer smiled! "Bart, you're a true champion of the playground now! I know you'll do the Simpson name proud... We have a philosophy Bart. In the end, life isn't about a job, or your money, or your car, or your kids..."
"Huh?" Bart exclaimed
"Erm.. no! As long as your have your beer belly, you are a man, worthy as much respect as the beer that fills you!"
Bart was nervous... Then Homer started erratically rubbing his stomach!
"And wow, what a belly you've grown! I mean, look at me!" Homer pulled up his shirt, Barts belly visibly larger than his.. "Bart my boy, what you've got there is a new staple in the Simpsons family history! I knew this day would come Bart! I knew you'd make me proud!"
"Aww dad!" Bart and Homer hugged... before the girl began to kick inside again!
"Wow, thats really something else Bart! So now.. business!" Homer stated
"Business?" Bart replied
"Yes, business Bart!" Homer said "We've got to keep that belly in shape! Son, its time you started joining me at Moe's Tavern"
Bart gulped, although he briefly considered the idea of keeping his stomach this large... he remembered, the foul, sour taste of dad's beer... and the undeniable revenge Moe would surly lay upon him....
Bart had stayed well out of trouble since he got in, but this act had to come to a close. Bart had to make a decision..
Does he tell the truth?
