It was an early Saturday morning, and the orange glow of the peeking sun flashed streaks of light throughout my Garfield themed bedroom. I sprung from my Garfield sheeted bed (complete with a wooden carved Garfield and Friends backboard) and raced to the kitchen to prepare my daily offering. Fifteen traditional Italian stone ovens greeted me as I ran to the fridge to create a lasagna feast fit for a king. My high paying job allowed me to sacrifice my would-be comfortable life to one that serves my Orange God and all of his desires. Outfitting my home with the most luxurious kitchenware was obviously a must. Hours went by as I crafted a magnificent array of crisp golden treats, and I was starting to squirm with anticipation for what was to come. The cooking was done, and now the final preparations needed to be set. I laid out 40 freshly killed gray cats in a perfect circle. Each deceased cat had nametags stapled to their foreheads that read “Nermal fucker”. After carefully placing the lasagnas in the center of the flesh circle, my work was complete. I sat cross-legged, embraced my handcrafted Garfield plushie (made from my shaved body hair), and prayed for the orange cat’s arrival. After an hour of waiting, a blinding flash of white and orange light erupted from the center of the room. The shockwave from the blast sent pieces of my sacrifice flying throughout the room, but their descent stopped midair as a dark plump figure slowly emerged from the light. It was him. My God. My savior. It was Garfield. I immediately removed my custom made Garfield and Friends prayer robes, and eagerly presented my freshly bleached asshole. I heard a soft, but hearty chuckle from behind that could only be described as velvety vocal gold. “Heh, I thought I might mix things up today and try something a little different.” Garfield casually mentioned as he picked me up from the ground to face him. My eyes immediately locked to the floor as I dare not make eye contact with such a supreme being. He chuckled again making me slightly whimper with ecstasy. “Do not be afraid to look into my gaze, sweet innocent child.” Garfield gently put his hand to my chin and lifted my head. I was met with the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. The whites of Garfield’s eyes softly glowed in the dark room, and his black pupils gave off a sense of warmth and fatherly love. As we looked into one another’s eyes for what felt like centuries, I felt a strong warmth pushing against my stomach. I glanced down and my eyes widened. There it was. Garfield’s Fat. Juicy. cock. I looked up to see Garfield smirking. “I want to be inside you, but not in the normal fashion.” I was puzzled by what he meant, but before I could ask any questions Garfield was reaching for my un-erect cock while lubing his meaty orange member with lasagna sauce. He drew my penis close to his and he began to separate my urethra apart like a budding flower. I screamed in agony. The pain was unimaginable, but I had to please my king. Garfield bumped his girthy bazooka up against my now foot wide urethra. “Hmm, this is going to be tight fit, but I think we’ll manage…” Garfield mumbled as he pushed himself deep inside my forbidden hole. The pain of a thousand needles brushing against the walls of my urethra sent me into complete shock. I could no longer stand on my own, but the supernatural power of Garfield kept my body from crumbling to the ground. Blood started to dribble out of our newly created ravioli hole as Garfield increased the frequency of his pumps. “Garfield, It h-hurts so much… I-I can’t-” Garfield placed a thick finger over my lips to silence my begging. “Shhhh, I know, but you will be the bearer of my brood. This pain will be temporary, but your euphoria will be eternal once I plant my corrupted seed.” I wept tears of joy and pain as he wrapped his powerful arms securely around me. “This is it, prepare yourself.” I felt a massive twitch inside me as Garfield thrusts faster than before. A mass of hot gooey cheese shoots deep inside me. I could feel the cum wiggling it’s way deeper inside me to form the AntiChrist. Massive yellow chunks of semen plop to the ground as Garfield removes himself from my destroyed penis. “You have always been a loyal follower, so I have chosen you specifically to grow my offspring. I will be back in nine months for the child, my sweet flower.” Garfield quickly snaps his fingers breaking the sound barrier, as the same portal from earlier forms in the center of the room. Walking through the portal, Garfield glances back at me, winks with his classic smirk, and slowly fades away into the bright light. A loud snap echoes throughout the room as the portal blinks out of existence. As I lay alone with my fully prolapsed penis, I softly put a hand against my stomach. A grin forms across my face. He chose ME to be the mother. Thank you, Garfield.