Apparently, There had been a pie-eating contest planned, but it had not been carried out.
Pies, of all shapes and sizes and with varting amounts of pieces taken from them, stretched out before Templeton.
A banner was draped along the edges of the sides of the table.
"Welcome to our Humble Contest!" It declared in thick red letters.
Immediantly, he stumbled forward, and fell, his bulk pulling him into a Key-lime pie.
Greedily, the rat opened his muzzle, and guzzled the green inside, only pulling his head out occasionally for sweet air.
As before, the rat's now-thickened tail snaked around, and grabbed chunks out of a nearby Apple pie, and shoved them down his gullet as he tried to gasp for air.
Soon, both pies were gone, vanished into Templeton's growing gut.
He took a moment's respite, and half-heartedly slapped his belly and watched, tantalized at the ripples in his blubber.
The skin of his rumbling tummy could stretched further than his fur, and there would have been alot of pink flesh exposed between hairs, but green goop, as well as smeared bits of apple and banana covered most of it.
Attempting to stand, Templeton was rewarded with only a mildly concerning squish, as gravity pushed him right back down again, now with his tremendous bulge on top of him. Templeton used his thick arms to push pack the flab, which threatened to stifle him.
"Oof!" he mumbled to it, as if trying to soothe it. Gases pushed their way up, out of his mouth as he spoke, leaving him with rich belches and hiccups, and slurring his speech a bit, "HILP! your gettin-HIC-HILP!- trickky and-UUUURRRRPP! move. HIC-HIC-HILP!!"
He slapped the gurgling mass again, and watched the violently rippling mass with glee.
Groaning with pleasure, he used his meaty claws to massage his swollen stomach, helping it digest his gorge.
And then it rumbled mightily
"ye-HIC!-ah, yoo sai-UUURRRRPPP!"
Decisively, Templeton managed to pull most of his mass forward, and now lay on it. rocking himself back and forth until he built up enough momentum to travel out of the tin, and on, to more pies.
Unfortunately, Templeton sailed, or rather, rolled, straight past one, and his weight dragged him down, off the table.
Frantically, his claws tried to catch on a strip of paper, aided by his flailing tail.
it did not work.
Templeton splatted on the ground with a groan, but it barely hurt.
His extra-thick layer of flab had protected his organs, and much of his gorge, but not even it had been enough to stop the food from slamming into the ground.
needless to say, Templeton's stomach groaned with him, and he was ready to soothe it agin, but he heard a high pitched squeak.
A sudden burst of adrenaline coursed through Templeton chillingly, as he considered what it might be.
HIs first and only thought was a cat.
managing to wobble himself precariously to a semi-sitting position, Templeton hiccuped nervously, and got a look, and it was........
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