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lardy simpson woke up feeling absolutely famished, he was craving a big heap of bacon with extra lard! His favourite part of the bacon. He got up out of bed, having to hold his belly and move it with him because of Carla’s previous inflation session last night. He got up and checked his fridge, no bacon in sight. He could deal with that, he checked around for any pots of lard. NONE!!! He went into his living room, empty pots of lard everywhere on the floor. The cage stood before him, a sugar glider, named Simon was hanging on the bars of the cage, waiting to be fed this morning. Little did he know what was about to happen to the poor glider.
The fat man got his tools from the kitchen and took poor Simon out of his cage, holding him on his larger arm and whispering to the animal. “I’m so sorry about what i’m about to do to you, this will hurt me more than it hurts you..I just wanted to eat lard this morning..you’re my only hope for lard.”
Simon didn’t understand english because he was only a glider, Steven put Simon on some kind of drugs that made Simon not feel any pain but he could feel the syringe going into him and sucking things out of him, it made a splashing sound as whatever came out of him went into a bowl, or bucket.
Once Steven was satisfied with the amount of lard in the bowl, he took the syringe out of Simon and put a plaster on the wound, the poor glider was skinny as hell and you could see his bones peaking out from his skin.
Steven carried the glider back into his cage and fed him, hoping the extraction wouldn’t harm him too much, he got out his phone and called Carla. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?” He paused a little to see if she would reply, she didn’t so he continued. “You could bring some people around..you know, make a gangbang..type shit” Steven said. Carla said of course and he could tell how excited she was based on her tone.
At around 6pm, Carla showed up with The Qu,Fun Ghoul, Party Poison and a pusheen plushie was in her hand. He knew exactly where this was going. He had prepared the lard prior to them coming over, fed Simon and cleaned the house a wee bit. Everyone headed to Steven’s bedroom, Carla had taken the bowl of lard from the kitchen and was carrying it now, aswell as the syringe that he had used on Simon earlier that day, but he had sterilised it before they came over, knowing what would happen.