Gazing out at the wondrous goodies they passed as Wilbur's crate was carted to his stall had tempted Templeton all day, as he sat waiting in the pen. And now it was time. 'Screw the Pig,' He thought, and his stomach angrily growled an agreement, and this thought was quickly followed by another,'It's time for Templeton to glot.'
And so without further contemplation, both Wilbur and Charlotte were abandoned to the nights promise of a glorious feast.
Templeton found half of a hotdog, and shoved down his waiting gullet, and then he spotted the first stop on his wild gorging frenzy.
Lying on the ground were a few half-eaten pretzels, as well as about thirty-eight strawberries, two bananas, four pears, and three apples, all ripe and just waiting for a certain ratty someone to gobble them down.
Lurching forward, Templeton sat down in the middle of the feast.
Greedy claws grabbed and dragged a pear closer to him, while his tail, almost with a mind of it's own, snaked around the stem of a strawberry. Templeton took a chunk out of the pear, revelling in the sweet juices it provided, and then swallowed it greedily, already shoving more pear in his face. That, too quickly vanished, and Templeton's tail snaked forward, to shove the whole strawberry into his mouth, which was gasping for air. This cycle continued for a while, untill Templeton had eaten all of the pears and apples, and half of the strawberries. Then, hind legs sliding a bit wider, to accomidate for his growing girth, Templeton slid as many of the strawberries as he could in his maw with one arm, while the other shoved them down his gullet. Berries gone, Templeton laboriously dragged his hiccuping mass to the pretzels, decimating them three at a time, each claw clutching one, and his tail wielded the third. Six pretzels later, the enormous rat collapsed on his bulge, heaving belly sloshing indignantly.
Food drunk, Templeton mistook this for something else, and slapped his gargantuous gut mightily,
"HILP! good i-HILP!-dea. let's UUUURRRP!! more."
The woozy rat struggled to stand upright, but his overhanging belly pulled him back down, falling dirctly on the tiny bunch that consisted of two and a half-eaten bananas.
they flew out of their peels, except for the half-one, which simply smeared on his mighty tummy.
Swiftly, Templeton rolled onto his back, pushing away the rolling mass that threatened to stifle him. He only had one chance to make this, and already his vision was fuzzy.
the bananas flew to earth, and seemed to hurtle themselves into his awaiting gullet. The first got stuck halfway through, but the other flew down, straight into his heaving gut.
Struggling, Templeton rolled back onto his expansive stomach, nd began to massage it soothingly, feeling the chunks of his feast that he hadn't bothered to chew, letting out rich belches and an increasing number of hiccups. Dazed, Templeton could actually feel the massive gorge digesting, covering him in flab.
half an hour later, enough paunch had collected on his back and rear that he could pull himself up and waddle on, exploring his growing self. his legs had plumped up enough that he could carry his still sloshing belly, which carried most of the buttery-soft fat, and his arms had swelled equally. A second chin had formed, and the belching rat's doughy, once-slender tail, now three-times as thick, swayed to and fro, snagging goodies he himself hadn't seen.
Finally, the fat rat came to a halt, his almost-bowling ball belly bouncing wildly.
Templeton stared up at the table for a moment, before trying to climb it.
chubby claws dug fiercly into the wood, as his weight gave him leverage to claw painstakingly upward.
many minutes later, Templeton wound up on the table, breathing laboriously.
Then a delectable scent floated towards him, and he stared, momentarily in awe at the feast that spread out before him, dwarfing his previous 'snack' greatly.