Giving a mental shrug and realizing that he probably can't maneuver himself much anyway at this point, Templeton lets out a quiet yawn and watches Pip leave before he rests his head on the sloshing mass of his middle, falling asleep quickly.
He dreams of food; of eating and eating and eating until he has to be rolled away, of thick warm ice cream, butter, popsicles, everything sliding down his throat and flowing straight into his filling belly, of growing and growing until he's a huge, completely spherical ball.
When he wakes, Templeton finds himself nestled firmly in a rusty metal base of some fair ride. Stretching,he looks around, finding a slumbering Pip, curled around her own huge belly, nestled beside him. The two are pressed close together, though Templeton quickly rolls a way, feeling hot under the machinery.
Once he's able to sit up, mammoth stomach spread between his thighs, Templeton decides to examine himself, smirking at how he's grown.
Templeton's limbs have grown so plump they now resemble thick sausages with thick claws bursting out of the thick ends, and his head is easily nestled into the thick rolls of his neck, the bottom-most of which always rests squarely on his belly. His rear has plumped up to help balance him out, though is not nearly comparable to his burgeoning belly, which sprawls out before him, resting on the ground and pooling out to his dimples of knees and high enough in the air that he can rest his arms on it comfortably. Even his tail has become sausage-like, though a quick test reveals that it's kept most of it's dexterity.
Pip murmurs something, rolling over onto her other side, towards him, in her sleep, drawing his attention back to her. Faintly, he can smell something sweet stuck to the fur of her belly, making him remember how long it's been since he's eaten anything.
His own belly gives a growl at the thought of food, and Templeton begins to knead his doughy flab in excitement. Unfortunately it's daytime, and there are humans everywhere, so he can't exactly amble out there and glut himself right now.
However, a nearby trash can catches his eye, or more accurately, the frequency of half-eaten food that's tossed in the trash can, as people are eager to get on whatever ride they're beneath, catches his eye, and Templeton finds himself salivating at the thought of it.
There's also an abandoned food stand right next to the ride that would be easy to get to, though he's not too sure what food would be left...
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