Chapter #5Take the word back by: Unknown Looking at the pumpkin, then to his quivering, bubbling tub of lard, Templeton decided to return the word after all. Caressing the thick ball of fur and fat, he moaned with pleasure. Over filled--over stuffed more than his simple mind could think about, the best thing he thought of (or his stomach rather) was to rest back at the pen and allow his stomach to digest the ungodly amount of food resting safely inside him.
Attempting to roll over, Templeton huffed and puffed to move himself into a crawling position. Unfortunately, his waist was so large and stomach so big that he was only able to stay in a lying down position. Placing both paws on his mountainous belly, he began shaking and sloshing it around, the food bubbling and churning all over his cramped organs. Much of the fat around his plump chest remained in a state of stasis. Gathering momentum, his belly slowly shifted to his side; causing the obese rat to giggle as his indigested gorge massaged his insides, until he was slightly lifted off the ground. Using both arms and one footpaw on the ground, leaving the other to dangle weightlessly off the ground, he pulled himself. Grunting and kicking his body across the table. Then landing with a deafening squelch that popped his ears. Waiting a few seconds to gather himself, he pressed onwards with word in mouth while grinning of his accomplishment and sighing in ecstasy at having glutted so much. With every slosh, his grin would grow wider and wider.
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As time past, daylight still a long time from coming, Templeton slowly grew accustomed to his tremendous weight. Dragging his way across the fair was more exercise than he was used to, which burn plenty of calories and digested food quicker. Needless to say, with a little more room in his belly, he waddled off here and there for more food. Corndogs, cotton candy, funnel cakes, popcorn, pie, and chicken legs were continuously devoured by the insatiable rat; growing a bit fatter as time progressed. Most of the added weight went straight to his rump, which helped to tip him over into a standing position. And miraculously, Templeton was able to walk on his virtually non existent legs. Helping him to get to the pen faster and easier.
With his body jiggling, bouncing, and sloshing loudly along the way, he ran his paws across as much of his wide, blubbery frame as he could before he took his nap.
Reaching the plank of the pen, his chubby face peeked over with dazed drunken eyes and a crooked grin. “Hic…HILP!!! I’m back.”
The pig and spider weren’t the least bit happy he was. Charlotte’s many eyes glared at each glared at him with a fiery hatred that would make any other rat cringe. But not Templeton, who was too fat to care.
“Where have you been! Has it not occurred to you that Wilbur’s life is at stake, and yours!”
Pfft, not anymore, thought the rat, typical nagging Charlotte.
In an attempt to lift himself over the board, the woodwork gave a loud snap under the rat’s weight. Sending him face first to the ground and revealing his over filled, obese figure which jiggled furiously.
Both the pig and spider gasped, but Charlotte was the only one who spoke. “Are you kidding me! Is this what you’ve been up to all night!”
Templeton dragged his bloated body to the nearby crate. “I could’ve Hic…HILP!!! stayed out longer you know, and neer Hic…HILP!!! Come back.”
Shocked to have realized such a thing, the spider pursued Templeton. “You fat, selfish, arrogant, sphere of adipose! Your too bloated to understand your own words. You’re a disgusting sight. So, tell me. If you could’ve abandon us, what gave you the audacity to come back?”
Once in a comfortable position with his back to the wooden corner, Templeton slapped both paws on his globe like belly; most of it sliding to his muzzle, which he then nuzzled his fat body with. Grinning through barely opened eyes, the fat rat slid the cut out cardboard across his belly; a pleasuring sensation flowing through him as soft fat ran past his digits.
Noticing the cardboard, Charlotte swung over to the gray mountain, causing an earthquake of giggles to ripple through the rats body as she landed. As she crawled down further, she read out the words, and with her numerous eyes looked at the euphoric rat in surprise.
“You actually came back with a word?”
Templeton didn’t open his eyes. “Hic…HILP!!! Your welcome, Hic!”
Charlotte said nothing more, just the way the rat wanted it. With his large back resting peacefully in the corner, he patted his belly one more time. The sickening sloshing and burbling like music to his ears. And then, he drifted into a deep slumber. Dreaming of reliving this glorious night all over again.
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