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A drinks table (ID #1328437)
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Templeton had somehow ended up at a stand that served exclusively beverages, but that was ok with him. He was thirsty after his large meal, and besides that, his fur was covered in sticky fruit juice and other bits of food. A good cleaning was in order. Rows and rows of ice buckets brimming with sodas were waiting for him, almost begging him to drink them. Each individual bottle looked lonely and cold.
Well, Templeton had a solution for that.
He stumbled over to the nearest bucket and pulled out a bottle of coke. After gnawing the cap off, he rested the bottle on his swollen gut and guzzled up the contents, giggling as the fizzy liquid tickled his insides. The sudden influx of fluid forced his belly to swell, and the food from his gorge dislodged ever-so-slightly, sloshing around inside of him. Enjoying the sensation, he gulped down a second soda, and a third, resting a paw on his stomach so he could feel it swell with every swallow. By the time he'd finished everything in the bucket, he was surrounded by empty bottles, he'd developed some severe hiccups, and his belly had bloated to nearly double its previous size.
"Ooo," he said thickly, followed by a loud and near-painful hiccup. "Not- hiiicc- thirsty anymore." He couldn't feel any solid food inside of him at all. The fullness he felt from the liquid was different from what he'd felt after filling himself with food- the food had made him feel stuffed and heavy, while the fluids just made him feel funny all over. The monstrous concoction of sugary drinks that he'd created in his belly almost seemed to have a life of its own, shifting gently back and forth as the liquid struggled to break free. His stomach ached from trying both to contain it and keep it still.
"Hiic." Templeton grunted miserably, patting his stomach. He was able to sink his paws into his belly, causing it to change shape as the liquid shifted. "At this- hic- rate, my stomach will- hiiiicc- run away from me. Hiiic."
He wasn't far off.
Giving into exhaustion, his stomach stopped trying to stop itself from going where it wanted to go. His enormous gut swayed to one side, and this time, it kept going. Even with his new girth, he wasn't heavy enough to stop his latest glut from dragging him off of the table and rolling him away into another part of the fair. He grunted in discomfort as he rolled his way down the midway, unable to grab any foothold, until finally, he crashed into something and righted himself. His belly quivered with triumph. Templeton groaned.
"Finally. Hiiic." This time, though, the hiccup stuck in his throat. The long roll had churned his beverage into a frenzy. The carbonation was bubbling furiously. Templeton licked his lips, opened his mouth, and indulged himself a long, throaty belch. The storm quelled, but only slightly. He was desperate to weigh himself down with some solid food.
"Now," he said. "Where are we?" Rubbing his watery eyes to clear them, he looked up.
His jaw dropped.
His mouth watered.
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