Unfortunately, Mabel would find no help from Dipper, as he was busy being attacked by a rogue Hot Dog machine! They were shooting into his mouth like a gattling gun, being restrained by metal tubes, his mouth forced open by the many sausages being shoved into him. They came in at such a powerful rate he couldn't consume them all in time before another batch came in, he was constantly growing fatter and fatter with no end in sight!
The two Pines twins were trapped, each one now heavily obese to the point of ripping out of their clothes from the sheer amount of lard being piled onto them. Just as they felt they were going to keep growing forever, the machines suddenly stopped. They miraculously ran out of food to feed them with, huzzah! They wobbled around, feeling up all their newly-added pudge and blubber.
"Hee hee... After all the force-feeding, this fat is pretty cool!" Mabel smiled, wobbling her gut around playfully. It seemed she was enjoying it a lot, much more than Dipper, who was in the middle of a panic attack.
"Oh no! I've ripped out of all my clothes, I can barely stand! I need to find Mabel, we need to get out of here, quick!" He stated, attempting to get up onto his feet. He managed to just barely stand up, and waddled his humongous body over towards where Mabel was, managing to find her pretty easily from the sounds of playful giggling and a groaning stomach. "Mabel, oh no, you got fat, too?"
"Yeah! Oohh, your tummy looks so cute and squishy! Bwop!" Mabel giggled, poking Dipper's giant belly. He shoved as much of his shirt down as possible to cover it, but didn't do that great a job of it.
"Mabel, this is serious! Something weird is going on in this carnival, and we need to get out before--!"
Before Dipper could finish, he...