Being meters away from the gorging of a lifetime, the temptation was too much for Templeton to handle. Hiding and spying might have been one of his hobbies back on the farm, but eating was his true passion of passions. He warned her didn’t he, he wouldn’t spend all his time running errands. Never had he received a single thank you for his favors, never a congratulatory pat, nothing. The ingrates would be getting what they deserved. His stomach gave a loud rumble, as if urging him to stop standing around and get to the task at paw already. Giving one last devilish grin back at the pen, Templeton locked away his guilt (if temporary), and set off for what was to be the pinnacle of his ratty life.
Templeton waited for awhile so that the crowds would disappear. After the fair grounds were empty of danger and distraction, Templeton set off to work. His thrill began at the hotdog stands. Easily climbing the carts he spotted a treasure trove of hotdogs and buns; along with ketchup, mustard, onions and tomatoes. Quickly, he shoved everything within the cart, and jumped in; eating everything by the pawfuls. Over 10 bags of hotdogs and buns were devoured in minutes, and out came a bloated rat with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Licking his whiskers for drips of grim, he waddled off to more stands. Cotton candy, funnel cakes, ice cream, lemonade, soda, mounds of food were shoved into his ever expanding stomach. The more he ate, the more difficult it began to climb onto the stands for the food.
With the strenuous task of climbing tiring him out, Templeton waddled toward the leg of a table and rest his now larger back against it. Allowing his legs to drop down, they were nearly lost under his bloated bellies visage. Groaning and bubbling, the rat patted his glorious swell contently, causing it to slosh and gurgle in his wake.
“Oh, this is the life,” the rat sighed, squeezing the soft flesh and fur, “no more orders, no more worries, why didn’t I come here sooner.”
Noticing an unfinished pretzel near him, he pulled it closer with his tail and rested it on his plump belly with a slosh. Casually taking his time in savoring it, looking around to see what his next course of action would be. Although this was the most he had ever eaten in his life, his belly could’ve been satisfied a lot more. It would become a personal goal that he’d consume as much as he could without stop. Suddenly it hit him. THE TABLE! He was under what could be a dinner for a family of ten.
Struggling to climb up the leg and onto the counter, Templeton drooled in amazement. Burgers, fries, cake, more ice cream and hotdogs, and a stack of chicken sandwiches, all seemingly untouched by human hands. Giving his belly a hard slap, which sloshed furiously in excitement, he ran as quick as his bloated body could take him to the feast before him. Chunks of meat and bread were ripped off each burger, bouncing the rats belly with every mouthful. While on the last burger, Templeton stuffed as much fries down his throat as he could; even resorting to shoving his paws down his throat just to get the food down. He winced as he swallowed, then exhaled as the pain passed. When the burgers and fries were finished he worked on the ice cream and hotdogs. His belly gurgled ominously toward the task before him, but with a few reassuring words and patting, he continued. Quickly, Templeton slid hotdog after hotdog down his throat, not even bothering to chew. The more he did this, the more his continuously growing belly started to groan and glop at the continuous amount of food being fed. His pudgy waist began growing larger than his legs, which made it hard to stand upright. Grabbing the bucket of ice cream, he stuck his head within it; sucking up the melted contents like a vacuum. Sticky strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate made his fur messy as he pigged out. When the contents where done, he attempted to stand upright. His now enormous, cavernous belly of indigested gorge, wobbled around like jello. His round behind, unable to contend with his over gorged mass, caused him to run forward in an attempt to gain balance. Thankfully, while giggling due to his clumsy size, his mouth was wide open to receive a large mound of cake. Closing his mouth and swallowing, he continued glutting down the cool frosting and strawberry filling. Quickly, the cake was done, leaving Templeton to lay on his enormous body. Letting out a hiccup, the rat felt woozy and felt at his stomach. Now the size of a bowling ball, he giggled further at how little he was able to touch. But within the soft mass he was able to feel all the hotdogs and solid objects he had glutted. But it wasn’t over yet. There was still the chicken sandwiches. Bloated beyond comprehension, he spotted the plate not too far from him. Licking his lips, he did the arduous task of crawling forward; his ever groaning belly, sloshing along the way. Letting out a long breath, the long travel was finally over. Giving his belly a few more inspirational pats, the undulating fat gave him the go ahead. And so, as fast as his paws would allow him, he ate and ate and ate. Growing evermore fatter. With a few more sandwiches to go, he pondered if eating lying on his back would be easier than eating lying on his belly. Not thinking it made any difference, Templeton rolled on his back. His belly burbling and sloshing loudly, until he did a complete 180. Due to his titanic size, his stomach sloshed on top of him like a loved one wanting to cuddle. Smiling at his large bellies yearn for attention, he pushed it away ever slowly, and continued, until he was finished within half an hour.
Templeton, a monstrous gray orb, laid on the plate, too engorged to move. What had been a gorging of a lifetime now caused him a slight amount of grief, if not pleasure. Letting out a anguished moan, he placed his small paws on the blubbery ball of adipose tissue.
“Hic…HILP!! Never have I dreamed of…hic…HILP!! Getting so full. The goose was right…hic…HILP!! But my stomach feels like its gunna explode.”
Suddenly, he felt something shake at the pit of his belly. His fat jiggled about as all the nights contents began bubbling and churning. Templeton gave a few soothing pats and rubs; hopping it would stop the churning. But it didn’t, it just grew louder. Finally, whatever had been churning went up to his chest, then to his throat. From fear of regurgitating, he held his mouth. But the force was too much.
*BURP*
The expel of gas immediately calmed him down. But not only that, it freed up space in his stomach, and with space left, there must be food to fill it. Or, now that he had enjoyed himself, perhaps he could return to Wilbur and Charlotte with a word. Of course, much time had already passed, and Charlotte wouldn’t be too happy with him taking so long; let alone his feeding taking priority over the pigs life. Decisions decisions.
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