Topic: The All-New Official™ McWalter Fanfic Thread
Anonymous A started this discussion 11 years ago #41,885
The day broke as a shrill alarm began to ring on a bedside table in a gated community in suburban Detroit, Michigan. After a few seconds, an obese, pale arm and hand came smashing down onto the alarm clock, destroying it completely as it shattered into pieces.
"Damn, third one this week," said a deep but strangely effeminate voice from the bed.
Gasping and wheezing, an elephantesque form rolled to the side of the bed, then fell onto the floor with an earth-shaking thud.
"McWalter, honey? Are you up?" called a motherly voice from another room.
"Need...food...mom. FOOD!"
Mrs. Dempsey, withthe help of a special electric block and tackle rig that Mr. Dempsey had made, helped to load McWalter into his specially-built, industrial-strength Hoveround™ personal mobility scooter.
Almost defying the laws of physics, McWalter scooted himself through the house, scoffing at his mother's suggestion to bathe first, and went into the garage. He used another special pulley system to hoist his hippo-like girth into the Cadillac SUV. Barely fitting into the cab, which had been custom-modified to hold him, he drove the enormous, gas-guzzling monstrosity 32 feet to the McDonald's next door. Waddling out, using only the sheer desire for food as his motivation, McWalter managed to walk into the store.
"Good morning, Mr. McWalter! The usual, Sir? The entire breakfast menu?"
"You know me so well, Leroy," bellowed the human rhino. "While you make it, I need to make a quick trip to the men's room."
In the back of the kitchen, the janitor heard the conversation and immediately quit his job.
McWalter waddled into the bathroom and managed to squeeze into the giant handicapped stall. Almost pulverizing the toilet, he sat down carefully and prepared for a giant McShit. But something caught his attention. From beneath the next stall slid a giant, red shoe, tapping the floor invitingly. McWalter's fat eyes opened wide, and he...
(to be continued)
"Damn, third one this week," said a deep but strangely effeminate voice from the bed.
Gasping and wheezing, an elephantesque form rolled to the side of the bed, then fell onto the floor with an earth-shaking thud.
"McWalter, honey? Are you up?" called a motherly voice from another room.
"Need...food...mom. FOOD!"
Mrs. Dempsey, withthe help of a special electric block and tackle rig that Mr. Dempsey had made, helped to load McWalter into his specially-built, industrial-strength Hoveround™ personal mobility scooter.
Almost defying the laws of physics, McWalter scooted himself through the house, scoffing at his mother's suggestion to bathe first, and went into the garage. He used another special pulley system to hoist his hippo-like girth into the Cadillac SUV. Barely fitting into the cab, which had been custom-modified to hold him, he drove the enormous, gas-guzzling monstrosity 32 feet to the McDonald's next door. Waddling out, using only the sheer desire for food as his motivation, McWalter managed to walk into the store.
"Good morning, Mr. McWalter! The usual, Sir? The entire breakfast menu?"
"You know me so well, Leroy," bellowed the human rhino. "While you make it, I need to make a quick trip to the men's room."
In the back of the kitchen, the janitor heard the conversation and immediately quit his job.
McWalter waddled into the bathroom and managed to squeeze into the giant handicapped stall. Almost pulverizing the toilet, he sat down carefully and prepared for a giant McShit. But something caught his attention. From beneath the next stall slid a giant, red shoe, tapping the floor invitingly. McWalter's fat eyes opened wide, and he...
(to be continued)
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 19 minutes later[^] [v] #556,555
Meh.
Lemon Drop !aeNZeP7XP2 joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 3 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[^] [v] #556,596
Niggers tongue my anus.Recliner !PIz7qrS1vE joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 26 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #556,606
3/10 try harder
Bobby2Sox !ROYAL6AaYk (OP) replied with this 11 years ago, 1 day later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #557,105
...touched the toe of the giant red shoe with that of his own. He heard a clownish giggle from the next stall.
"Could it be?" thought McWalter, as he strained to crap out a giant log.
Almost giddy with the possibilities, McWalter lifted his gargantuan frame and opened the stall door. Gasping, he saw that his dreams had come true: standing in front of him was Ronald McDonald, in all his sexy glory.
"I always thought you were just a character, a kid's legend," explained McWalter in his growling but girly voice.
The clown said nothing, and merely giggled. His giant, bright yellow, begloved fingers beckoned McWalter. McWalter waddled closer, and Ronald began to massage his corpulent, multi-layered body. McWalter's 1-inch penis immediately became stiff.
McWalter reached down and, with his chubby sausage fingers, undid Ronald's pants. As they slid down, McWalter could not believe what he saw!
(to be continued)
"Could it be?" thought McWalter, as he strained to crap out a giant log.
Almost giddy with the possibilities, McWalter lifted his gargantuan frame and opened the stall door. Gasping, he saw that his dreams had come true: standing in front of him was Ronald McDonald, in all his sexy glory.
"I always thought you were just a character, a kid's legend," explained McWalter in his growling but girly voice.
The clown said nothing, and merely giggled. His giant, bright yellow, begloved fingers beckoned McWalter. McWalter waddled closer, and Ronald began to massage his corpulent, multi-layered body. McWalter's 1-inch penis immediately became stiff.
McWalter reached down and, with his chubby sausage fingers, undid Ronald's pants. As they slid down, McWalter could not believe what he saw!
(to be continued)
Green !BEERiVqJJw joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 7 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #557,106
@previous (Bobby2Sox !ROYAL6AaYk)
So you were Bobby2Sox all along, Matt? I must admit that I am shocked. To think someone on the internet would lie about such a thing as dying in a plane crash.
So you were Bobby2Sox all along, Matt? I must admit that I am shocked. To think someone on the internet would lie about such a thing as dying in a plane crash.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 11 years ago, 9 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #557,109
@previous (Green !BEERiVqJJw)
I am afraid that someone stole Robert's tripcode. Perhaps he can make a new one.
I am afraid that someone stole Robert's tripcode. Perhaps he can make a new one.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 11 years ago, 17 hours later, 2 days after the original post[^] [v] #557,368
@557,106 (Green !BEERiVqJJw)
> So you were Bobby2Sox all along, Matt? I must admit that I am shocked. To think someone on the internet would lie about such a thing as dying in a plane crash.
What more did you expect from matt? Lying is a way of life for him.
> So you were Bobby2Sox all along, Matt? I must admit that I am shocked. To think someone on the internet would lie about such a thing as dying in a plane crash.
What more did you expect from matt? Lying is a way of life for him.