Apparently a birthday party had ended early because there was a huge chocolate cake spread out across the table, along with half-melted ice cream, soda pop, potato chips and egg salad.
"Ohhh," Templeton grinned, rubbing his swell with anticipation. "It's somebody's birthday alright!"
And he dove in, Kamikaze style, his mouth wide open and his teeth bared. He landed in the cake face first, covering himself in the icing. He munched and slurped messily and loudly, unable to contain his joy at the euphoria of sugar and starch that he was consuming. He stopped for a moment and looked around, considering something, and then he grinned when he had an idea. He got up, waddled over to an ice cream container and dumped the half-melted contents all over the cake. He did the same with the other two ice cream containers, followed by the chips and egg salad, until he had one great big rancid concoction.
"I have my best ideas when I'm hungry," he grinned.
And he dove back in, slurping and munching and crunching and literally swimming. "A fair is a verrrrrrritable smorgasbord - orgasbord - orgasbord! Now I shall stuff my gut!" he sang between bites. "All this food that the folks have left shall go inside - make me wide - let them slide - down my throat as my mouth shuts!"
Soon, he had nearly demolished the entire thing, and he was covered in ice cream and icing. He cleaned himself off with a bottle of soda, and then down a few others himself, catapulting his stomach outwards even further. Content to have made short work of the table, he heaved himself over the edge of the table, where he landed on not one - not two - but three bananas, causing all three to burst free of their respective peels and send them rocketing into the air. He leaned back, opened his mouth, and allowed all three to slide down his throat and into his stomach. His stomach stretched even wider, pushing further ahead to make room.
Templeton leaned back, looking at the massive fuzzy balloon that lay before him, giving him a rather heavy feeling. He let out a huge belch and patted it feverishly.
"Birthday cake and melted ice cream. Bananas, chips and...probably something else soon," he sang. He heaved himself to his hind legs and forged onwards, trying to navigate with his new-found gravity. He staggered on towards another picnic table, and with surprising grace, he bounded up to the top and found even more food, which he sang about as he stumbled along.
"Apple pies, and double-Decker sandwiches! Jumbo hotdogs, buttered popcorn, candy, and lots of super-fatt'ning food that can make me rounder still!"
He ate all this and then some, until the table was completely bare. He staggered on ahead, and after looking over each edge of the table for something safe to land on, he was satisfied to find a huge spilled bag of cookies. Despite now having a stomach the size of a watermelon, he did a graceful swan dive into the bag, which he devoured in seconds.
"Ohhhhhhh...," he moaned. "Sooooooooooooooooooooooo... Goooooooooooooooood..."
Letting out a huge belch, he staggered upwards onto his hind legs, leaning back against the table, looking at the huge globe in front of him. He grinned at how far ahead it was stretching.
"I...can...handle...anything...," he panted.
Taking a look around, he was pleased to spy a stall that read "DOUGHNUTS". Licking his lips, he made a run for it, stumbling and tripping a bit, but he made it in one piece.
He went around to the back and found the supply: chocolate iced, glazed, sprinkles, custard filled, jelly filled, creme filled...
"Time for dessert," he snarled, getting a determined glint in his eye.
And he dove straight in, grabbing tray after tray of doughnuts, stuffing them all into his mouth. He got covered in icing all over again, but he didn't care. He'd just lick it all off later on. "More...," he whined, grabbing his tenth tray. "Gotta have more... Getting bigger.... SO full... So heavy.... Stuff.... Stuff... STUFF!!"
And an hour later, he was done.
Twenty trays demolished.
And a rat the size of a beach ball sat in the middle of it, leaning against the pile.
Templeton gasped for breath. "Can't...move...," he moaned. "Can't...breathe... I think...I'll just...HILP! ...stay here... Have a li'l...nappy-nap..."
But then he saw something that scared him - morning!
The people would be coming soon! He couldn't stay here!
Ignoring the protests from his gurgling stomach, Templeton managed to stagger upright. Most of his feast had been digested by now, coating him in a fresh layer of flab. Hiccuping and belching and moaning, the huge rat managed to waddle out of the stall and off to look for a place to hide.
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