Chapter #6The great Gorge by: Unknown At last, Templeton's opinion won.
So he climbed up the table.
Stretching, he managed to sink the remnants of his claws into the soft wood of the seat. It groaned wearily in protest of his weight. Then suddenly, Cyra was below him, pushing him higher, onto the wooden board.
The struggle repeated, this time onto the top of the table. Finally, breathing laboriously, Templeton lay on his back, resting from the exhaustive expense of energy. Quickly, Cyra was kneeling beside him, pushing him up to his feet.
"Told you" she muttered, but Templeton wasn't listening.
There were two small tables pulled together, each loaded with food.
On the first table, there was a tub of mashed potatoes, a stack of corn on the cobs, a big pan of cornbread, a bucket of fried chicken, a bigger pan of Macaroni and cheese, and a few Pizzas.
The second table had a bunch of burritos, a bucket of chips with a side of cheese, and what appeared to be a large pitcher of lemonade.
Unable to resist, Templeton rolled over to the tub of potatoes, and reached in with his paws, grabbing chunk after chunk of the still-steaming mess, and shoving them down his gullet. It wasn't until he could no longer reach more of the gooey mess that he considered that Cyra was there too. Turning,it he looked at her, white potatoes smeared all over his muzzle and much of his stomach.
Absently nibbling on a kernel of corn, she smiled at him, speaking simply in an awed tone,
"You're amazing"
Smiling toothily, Templeton realized for the first time that there was something wrapped around his thick tail.
Not that he could reach it, but it just felt uncomfortable.
Suddenly, she was there, unwrapping the paper from his pudgy tail.
"Humble" she read aloud.
Suddenly, Templeton remembered, the word! He was supposed to bring back a word. Well, this was a 'perfect' turn of events. He should turn back, and get it back there himself, but then again, he was here, surrounded by this food, he could just send Cyra to do it.
"Mind giving that to -HILP!-someone?" he asked, slurring his speech slightly.
she nodded
"Go to the -HIC!-pig pen's. HIs -HILP!-name is Wilbur"
She took another step towards him, and smiled, "Need some help?" she pushed him up, and into the half empty tub. Hiccuping with glee, Templeton Thanked her in between guzzling as much Potatoes as possible.
Then she was gone.
Templeton glutted in relative silence for a while, amind the gurgling sloshes of his tummy as it digested the meal.Then suddenly, there was no more potatoes. No more food in the tub.
Heaving, Templeton pushed himself up, onto his stomach.
he was able to see over the lip of it, and grabbed the edge with his paws.The distended stomach groaned, and sloshed indignantly, but Templeton quickly hushed it,
"Quiet. I'm-HILP!-getting us more food."
then he strained mightily, and plopped some of his gut out of the tub. another heave got him half out of the tub, and with a rich belch, he slid onto the table. hiccuping, his tail managed to wield a corn, and his paws grasping a second. Templeton devoured them, enjoying the sour flavor of the rancid butter, and when he finished the cob of one, he barely hesitated to stuff the empty cob into his far-from-empty tummy. In this manner, he had seconds. and thirds, and fourths, and fifths.
it wasn't until ten ears of corn filled his round belly that Templeton noticed an odd feeling in it. It felt unusually taunt. shrugging off the feeling, Templeton managed to swivel his gut towards the cornbread. Grabbing chunks and shoving them in his maw. Ignoring the increasing pain he felt in his belly as he shoved more and more down, Templeton glutted himself on the cornbread until it was gone.
Then he rubbed his sore distended mass tenderly, not sure he could swallow another bite. He felt sad, that his stomach had found it's limit, but he also felt a strange sense of peace, and he closed his eyes, a weary smile resting on his lips.
He rested.
Something touched his swolled middle, and Templeton jerked, exclaiming with the pain it caused him. It seemed his food had expanded in his gut, and now he seemed ready to burst. It was only Cyra there, and she quickly flicked away her tail, which had been resting on his distending stomach.
"Sorry" she placidly stated, "I gave that strip to a Spider named Charlotte, are you okay?"
Templeton grunted, and then belched richly,
"Sorry. uuughhhhh, feels like-HIC-HIC-HILP!!-m'gonna egsplode."
The release of gas dislodged some of the food he had eaten, and his belly bounced up and down wildly.
Impulsively, he patted it, and the touch felt good, like it was soothing his aching gut.
soon, bony claws massaged his tummy, and he giggled and beclhed richly with delight as he could literally feel his body changing the stuffed contents of his stomach into buttery blubber. Content, Templeton rested once more.
Before he knew it, hunger gnawed at the bloated rat's titanic tummy.  You have the following choice:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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