Unable to move properly, Templeton did the only thing he knew how to: he rolled. With the help of the momentum built up from his stomach's rhythmic swaying, he used his weight to drag himself off of the table. He landed on the ground with a loud belch and rolled a few feet, ending up on his back with his massive stomach up in the air.
He was pinned under his own gorge.
His decision to eat the entire blue-ribbon pumpkin suddenly seemed not so great, as he realized that his stomach was now so heavy he wasn't quite able to move it on his own. When he pushed at it with his paws, it grumbled and pushed back. His belly was exhausted, and it had apparently decided that the middle of the vegetable judging stand was as good a place as any to take nap.
"Come on," he groaned, and he shoved at it some more, to no avail. Well, there was nothing for it- he'd just have to sleep some of the meal off, and hope he wasn't discovered. With his limbs spread out and his belly stretched upwards, Templeton fell into an uneasy sleep.
As he slept, he felt his stomach attack the enormous meal. His belly groaned and sloshed as it slowly liquified the many large chunks of food Templeton had greedily swallowed whole, without concern for how it would affect his body. Even so, his stomach fought valiantly, and in time, even the pumpkin stem had been melted into a thick mush. His stomach changed shape as it digested, from the impossibly taut bulge of being completely stuffed to layers of soft fat. It shrank in size, too, allowing the food to be absorbed into his body.
The rat belched himself awake a few hours later, still in the same spot, and unmolested by humans or other vermin. The sun hadn't risen yet, but he could sense it was close. The word humble was still clutched in his chubby paw. With his smaller, albeit fatter, body, he was sure he'd be able to move.
"Let's go, stomach," he grunted, and with minimal effort, he rolled over onto his belly, allowing all four legs to touch the ground. He scurried away from the vegetable stand at a slow but comfortable pace, headed straight for Wilbur's pen.
That didn't mean he couldn't stop for a snack here and there, of course.
The third time he stopped, he inhaled a two sodas followed by some leftover fries and two cheeseburgers in large, greedy bites, letting out a loud hiccup when he finished. By that point, he was well aware that his stomach was bulging outwards again and it was slowing him down. He dragged himself a little further towards the pen before his weight forced him to stop for a break. Next to some more food, of course.
"It's just too much," he said with a grin and a burp, petting his rounded belly. "Too much- hic- delicious, grimy food. I just can't let any go to- hiiiiicc- waste." He inhaled a hotdog and smacked his lips before letting out a loud belch. He looked around for his next destination, and a slow smile spread across his fat face. Turning himself slightly off-course, he dragged himself over to a large pile where a trashcan had been overturned, and began shoving food into his mouth relentlessly. Pizza, chicken, pickles, candy, hot dogs, hamburgers, condiments, club sandwiches, apples, popcorn, pretzels- all of these remnants disappeared into the rancid melting pot of Templeton's stomach, forcing him to bloat outwards with over-full belches and moans of delight.
Just as Templeton finished licking the melted ice cream off an ice cream sandwich wrapper, his gluttony was halted by an upsetting sight.
The sun was finally coming up.
The word humble was still clutched in Templeton's tail, and he rushed towards the safety of Wilbur's pen, running on his hind legs with his enormous belly dragging him forward. He made it just in time, but he wasn't able to stop his forward momentum. He crashed into the side of the fence, and instinctively, his tiny claws burrowed into the wood to keep himself upright. His stomach churned wildly from all the excitement.
"I'm back," he slurred. "Hiiiiicc."
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