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(Warning: Age Regression + Slight Vore warning) It was early morning in the first days of Summer Vacation, and while for most children this meant it was a time for fun, and play, and socializing, none of this served true for the brainiac mind of Lisa Simpson. While other kids ran off and played their games, Lisa was much more inclined to stay inside, and study for the next school year. It was never too early to learn, as she had so brazenly stated. For weeks now, the process was so routine it almost felt robotic to the young simpsons children. Wake up, have breakfast, Bart would go off and play outside, generally causing mischief and mayhem, while Lisa would lock herself away in her room, toiling away at math problems, science conundrums, epic literature, and much, much more. Now, to anyone else, this may seem fine. But for Marge, Lisa’s Mother, she didn’t like how much stress Lisa put herself under each day. She was growing up, and she was distancing herself away from her little girl. She wished with all her might that Lisa was young again, when her only true ambition was to eat, sleep and… well, use the bathroom. That is not to say Marge hadn’t tried to get Lisa out there. She signed her up for some sports, but she seemed to not fit well into any of them. She signed Lisa up for clubs, for Math, Science, all those types, but even they did not enjoy Lisa’s know-it-all attitude. All this seemed to do was alienate Lisa even further, which made Marge feel rather sympathetic. Lisa didn’t seem to mind, however. All she cared about was studying. But Marge didn’t want her to end up as a anti-social shut-in, shunned by her peers. So Marge decided to do something about it. “Where are we going?” Lisa asked, as she walked down the sidewalk with her mother. Lisa didn’t want to go, but she was practically being forced to by her mother. “To someone who might be able to help you with your social issues.” Marge mentioned. “You’re the only one who has an issue with it…” Lisa grumbled under her breath, but a quick glare from her mother showed that it wasn’t as quiet as she had wanted it to be. Lisa gulped and shut up. “Anyway. We’re almost there, see?” Marge pointed towards a familiar house, with a Tesla Coil jutting out the side. “Oh, this is Professor Frinks lab!” Lisa mentioned. “Yes. With any hope, he’ll inspire you to make some changes to your lifestyle.” Marge explained. Lisa groaned, “I doubt that… But alright, I’ll give him a chance.” Knocking on the door came with an immediate response, the door opened and in front of them stood Professor Frink, who recognized the two immediately. “Ah, Lisa! I’ve been expecting you, come in, come in!” Frink said, allowing the two passage into his home. Lisa knew what this was about, but couldn’t help but feel excited. Frink always had fun and exciting gadgets and potions in his lab, and with any luck, she might be able to get a tour! “So, Lisa. I heard your mother was worried about your social situation?” Frink asked. “Yeah.” Lisa admitted, “She says I don’t get out much.” “Well, Lisa, before we get into that, I’d like to show you around my lab. Would you be alright with that, Mrs. Simpson?” Frink asked. “Of course. I’ll wait out here.” Marge said, waving goodbye to a very cheery Lisa, walking into Frink’s basement Lab. A few hours passed, and Frink came up with his hands behind his back, with the face of guilt. Marge was instantly afraid, “Oh? Did something happen?” Marge asked. “Well, uh, depends on what your definition of “Happen” is, I mean… Guuuh… Yes, I guess something, ah, DID happen.” Frink explained. “What happened?” Marge asked, a bit impatient. “Well, I was just showing Lisa around, letting her press a few buttons, and next thing I know, well… Uh, well, seeing is believing, so here it is.” Frink then presented a very young Lisa Simpson held in his two hands, one no older than 2 years old. “Oh my god! What happened?” Marge asked. “I’m not sure, but I think she might’ve touched a device that isn’t fully tested yet… But the most apparent effect is that it reduces the victim to a very young infancy.” Frink offered as a possible explanation, “Now, I can let you take her back home like this, or I could try to fix this here.” Just as Marge was about to let Frink keep baby Lisa until she was normal, she had a thought. Maybe this was a good thing, now she could raise Lisa to be less worried about grades and her brains, and be more of a normal kid. “Actually, no. I’m going to keep her, this might be a blessing in disguise.” Marge mentioned. “Are you sure, Mrs. Simpson? We don’t know just what this baby is capable of, what it’s limits are-” Frink warned, but was brushed off. “My little angel is no monster! She isn’t capable of anything other than cutesy adorable sunshine…” Marge smiled, grabbing Lisa from him, and snuggling with her. Frink sighed, “Fine! But if anything happens that might seem a bit strange, or out of the normal, please, for the love of flavin, contact me IMMEDIATELY!” Frink demanded. Marge nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, sure, whatever.” She said, not caring much about Frink’s warnings. Marge forgot how cute Baby Lisa was! She was like a little button! Marge brought Baby Lisa home, and laid her down on the couch. She rested so peacefully, so calmly. This is when Baby Lisa woke up with a cute yawn, and sat on her rear end. She looked around, and saw her mother. This made her smile. “Aw, you like mommy, don’t you?” Marge smiled, rubbing Lisa’s nose with hers. But when she did this, Lisa’s belly began to growl. This made Lisa cry out loudly, obviously wanting food. Marge, not wanting to disappoint, ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle, filled it with milk, and handed it back to Baby Lisa. She began to drink from it, very happily. Marge, relieved, sat down on the couch, watching her little girl drink the milk. But as Lisa drank, Marge noticed something very peculiar. Lisa was… growing! But not in height… in weight. Lisa was getting fatter by the second! She was already as fat as a basketball from the one bottle alone, and she was hungry for more. Her belly growled in anger, demanding that it be fed. Marge was concerned. Was this because of the experiment? Maybe she should take her back to Professor Frink… But before Marge could react, Lisa cried out loudly, and Marge had no choice but to get her more food. She just couldn’t bear to let her little sunshine suffer! She grabbed another bottle of milk, but Lisa refused it. She wanted more than just milk, she wanted FOOD. Marge clenched the bottom of her lip. If Lisa go this big from just milk, how big would she get with regular food? As it turned out, Marge was about to find out. Hours pass, and Lisa had devoured everything in the house. No, not just the food, EVERYTHING. After she had eaten all the food, she began eating the paintings, then the furniture, until Lisa, and her immense, globular gut and butt, destroyed the whole house in her fat. This 2 year old Infant was now heavier than a great white whale, and Marge couldn’t figure out what else she could do. But it seemed now, that she was immobile, that Lisa wouldn’t be able to move anytime soon. But she was gaining lots of attention. People from around heard the collapse of the Simpson Home and saw the gigantic Baby Lisa. “What is that? A huge, yellow blob?” “It’s a monster, kill it!” “It looks like a big pile of butter…” Were only some of the comments made by the mob of people. Lisa looked down, and smiled, happy at all the attention she was getting. Marge slid down Lisa’s gigantic body, and saw Kent Brockman at the scene. “Marge, it seems as if your house is under attack by some gigantic, yellow blob. Your thoughts?” Kent asked. “That BLOB is my daughter! It’s… a long story.” Marge mentioned. “Well, we have someone on the line that might be able to help explain this situation, one Professor Frink.” Kent stated, passing it over to Frink. Over the speakers came the familiar voice of Frink, who was panicking, “Oh, by flavin, this is bad!” “You’re darn right, mister! You have some explaining to do!” Marge mentioned. “Yes, well… Yes, and no. Well… Mostly yes. But yes, I should’ve mentioned that when Lisa reverted in age, she kept her current appetite. Now, since that exceeds the appetite of a 2 year old, it goes into an infinite loop, making her hunger everlasting, one that cannot be sated by normal food. She will most likely devour the world, if we do not stop her.” Frink stated. Just as Frink had said that, Lisa lifted herself up, and began eating other houses bite by bite. It seemed Frink was correct. “How do we fix this?!” Marge asked. “All you need to do is keep her from eating anything for at least 15 seconds, then she will go to sleep, and, hopefully, revert to normal when she wakes up. Hopefully.” Frink explained. “Then I guess I’m going back up…” Marge stated, watching as her immensely obese daughter grabbed more homes and swallowed them whole, “And fast!” Kent was generous enough to allow Marge a flyby over Lisa in the Helicopter, and they got a good visual of Lisa’s destruction. Devouring homes, people, it seemed that she was unstoppable. Marge gulped, and then hopped down onto Lisa’s neck flab, climbing the rest of the way to her mouth. It was squishy, sweaty, and overall difficult, but Marge finally reach the mouth. Lisa was just about to eat Professor Frink’s house, when Marge held her hand over Lisa’s mouth, and said… “No! Bad Lisa! Stop eating!” Marge scolded. Now came the hard part. Lisa began to pout and whimper, on the verge of tears. Marge had to keep herself from looking at her. “This… is for your own good, sweetie!” Marge stated, “After this, I’ll make you a great big dinner, okay?” But Lisa seemed unconvinced. 10 seconds. “I’ll… Take you down to the Ice Cream Shop and let you pick out any Ice Cream you want?” Marge reasoned. Tears began to trickle. 5 seconds. “...I can’t let you eat the town, sweetie. I’m sorry.” Marge said, defeated. But just as Lisa was about to cry out, she fell asleep, just as Frink had predicted. Marge, relieved, rested on Lisa’s gigantic belly, glad this was all over. The next morning, Marge woke up in her bed, back home, no destroyed city, nothing. It seemed everything had reverted, not just Lisa. That was a relief! She ran to Lisa's room, and was more relieved to see her resting in bed, at her proper age, and at a proper weight. "I'm glad you're back, Sweetie..."
It was a special day at the Loud House, a day they had been preparing for a few months now. Ever since Lana and Lola got into the excitement and pageantry of wrestling, the family thought it would be a fun idea to set up a little wrestling match in the backyard. Every member was given the task to come up with a fun and interesting character to play-wrestle against their family members, and whoever ended up winning was exempt from chores for the rest of the month! It was not only a challenge of skill, but of fashion, as well. Anyone can knock someone out of the ring, but only the most fashionable, powerful wrestler would be taking home the belt! Yet, as fun and as exciting as such a prospect was, they soon realized they lacked a lot of the material necessary for such an extensive project, and they didn’t really want to ruin their clothing for supplies so… Instead, they settled for a good old-fashioned sumo contest instead. It was Lisa’s idea, to put everyone into two
Lisa Simpson gets reverted to the age of a toddler, but with an appetite the size of a whale! I found this lost in my Google Docs folder, thought it was pretty good so I decided to post it here for the lulz. Don't worry, I only have oooone more Simpsons Fic planned after this one, so after that, I'll be sure to keep my content more varied. Hope you enjoyed reading!
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