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Mirthful Moaning and Stupendous Sloshing (ID #1243122)
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Night had fallen once again, bringing with it an empty food loaded fair once more. Stirring from his slumber at last, Templeton sniffed out all the delectable goodies from the pen. Wobbling his fat around to free his legs, he then stretched his limbs for the night ahead. The over abundance of calories the previous night had converted into soft fat throughout Templeton’s body. Giving himself a few smacks to his belly, he rolled over and out the pen, eager to resume his glutting once more.
“Those two wont be seeing me for awhile,” whispered Templeton to a sleeping Charlotte and Wilbur. “Wont they be surprised by how much I’d change.”
Not wasting another moment waiting, Templeton pulled himself over the wooden plank of the gate, landing with a squelch, and waddled into the food loaded fairway. Finding small pile after small pile, he stuffed himself continuingly, patting his hefty belly once finishing one. Then pulling himself onto a table, he found many ingredients used to make a sandwich. Opening the bag of bread, he slapped the first slice on the floor and proceeded to pile it high with meat, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. Not bothering to use the peanut butter or jelly jars, he just glutted both down, adding to the plush sloshing goodness of his belly. Using as much ingredients as he could and eating the leftovers, Templeton took his first munch of the massive meal towering him. More than delicious, he continued his relentless glutting, until he sat by himself, patting a massive belly spilled across the table in front of him.
Waddling over to a nearby trash can, he landed inside with a squelch, and in under thirty minutes knocked it over, with all of it’s previous occupants sloshing and glorping within his cavernous swell. Doing the same with two more trash cans and disposing of the piles of food sitting atop of the tables, the voracious rat bloated further to his delight. So much that he had to transition from walking to pulling himself as his belly lifted him higher off the ground, neutralizing his legs. Being of no consequence to him, he gradually swallowed whole a hotdog soaked to the brim in grim and topped with mustard, then afterwards finished the mustard jar.
The fair, where a rat can be a rat without any worry or danger. The only consequence being, that by the end of the day (or month for that matter) mobility might not be feasible. It was a goal Templeton planned on reaching, becoming fatter than any rodent living. Slowing down due to his weight however, the rat found a pile of cups, wrappers, and discarded trays and pans to rest against, all the while stuffing himself with further sustenance.
Wolfing down a slice of pizza, he gave a hefty smack to his titanic sloshing, burbling stomach. “*Hic* If I knew a fair were this bountiful *Hic*, I would’ve came here a long time ago.” Wolfing down another slice, he grabbed a small box of juice and quaffed down the rich grape flavored drink. “I think the goose *Hic* always knew about this place, and only *Hic* told me about it so I’d come with *Hic* Charlotte and Wilbur.”
Pulling himself slightly forward, he lifted a pan of funnel cake, rested it on his belly, and funneled as much as his mouth could hold, finishing it in no time flat, ready to grab the next thing to glut. “*Hic* No one cares about ‘ol Templeton *Hic* do they. Except you,” he held a hefty portion of pie eye level, “You care about me don’t you?”
“*Hic* Yes Templeton,” said the rat making his voice a higher pitch, “I appreciate *Hic* you.”
The rat smiled his sloppy smile, and kissed the pie, “I appreciate you too.” Without warning, he violently shoved the slab of pie into his mouth, stuffing his paws down his throat to get it all down. Jiggling his rippling stomach, Templeton laughed. “Now you could appreciate me with all the others, ahahaha.” Templeton, the gruesome glutton, the merciless muncher. To him, nothing edible on the planet was safe from his maw.
Finishing what was left around him, he rolled onto his fantastically over gorged mass and proceeded toward further gluttony. Making melon rinds out of melons and cans out of cantaloupes, he mused as to where some significant eating can be had. Already overfull and overfed many times over, the fair experience was a limited one, and he wanted to milk it for all the food it had. Speaking of which, he disposed of a few warm milkshakes scattered besides cheese burgers and French fries. The salty snacks forced him to guzzle down a few cups of soda, as well as take a bottle of ketchup to go with the fries.
About two hours passed and Templeton was still glutting himself with absolute abandon. Pulling his continuously bloating body around proceeded to grow more difficult, but with resilience Templeton fought on. The gorging had greatly slowed down compared to earlier in the night, but only because Templeton’s body limited him, not due to the rat’s tiring. Having surpassed the capacity of fullness, Templeton psychologically remained hungry. So long as there was another morsel to feed him, it’d be crammed within his gigantic sloshing blob like swell.
Finishing the remains of a watermelon for the third time that night, he rolled his back onto three bananas stuck together. His tremendous weight catapulted each rich fruit into the air, and shifting his blubbery mass skillfully about, he caught each one in his mouth with a sickening squelch, adding more weight to his stomach. He became a mere appendage to it, head, limbs and tail all at his belly’s mercy. And truthfully, Templeton couldn’t be happier.
Moaning in pleasure, Templeton stroked as much as his lard filled expanse of fur allowed him to. “So…much…food *Hic*. Don’t…know…*Hic* if-I-can…glut…any…more.” Testing this theory, he grabbed at a nearby sausage and shoved it down his blubbery cheeks; his neck no longer present, but fusing with his vociferously sloshing, gurgling mid section. “Well…maybe I *Hic* can…still…glut some, hehehe *Hic*.”
He might’ve, but it would be a matter of whether he could still drag himself with so much food already fattening him to an obscene extent. Still, the thought of further gorging delighted him, as it was his dream to be the fattest rat in the world. “I can…do *Hic* this. My *Hic* stomach…can handle…anything.” After each glorious hiccup, he reveled in the amount his stomach sloshed and undulated about. Soon letting out an extra loud hiccup, a tsunami of fat and indigested gorge attempted to swallow the rat whole, just as he’d done to so much that night. Unable to fight against the squishy sloshing onslaught, he went with the wave of fat as it rolled him further and further backwards.
Once the rolling stopped, he was upright once more, back resting against something moist, soft, and aromatic. Turning with more loud sloshing, a sloppy grin formed across his face as he came in contact with an extra large cheese burger. “*Hic*Ooooooh,” he moaned, as his stomach protested and fiercely churned to his pleasure, “Fate *Hic*…wishes me…to continue *Hic* glutting.”
With gluttonous zeal, he attempted to polish off the large burger. With each grimy mouthful he had to forcefully shove down his throat, he continued growing in girth, making him that much more eager to continue gorging himself. The greasy satisfaction aroused his sense of smell, which after finishing half of the burger, helped him to spot five more. Moaning further in pleasure, he ate the remainder. Rubbing and patting all he could wrap his paws around, he looked at the remaining five lustfully. Pondering whether he should continue with his glut, or return home and wait for the next night.
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