Templeton’s Big Belly

Templeton was about to be rewarded for all of his hard work. As Charlotte and Wilbur went to sleep, the rat glanced out at the fairgrounds and saw a veritable smorgasbord. All waiting to be put in his belly.
“The Goose was right,” the rat said gleefully, “this fair is a rats paradise! Bye bye my humble Wilbur! Fare thee well, Charlotte you old schemer! This will be a night to remember!”

With that, the rat began his bountiful feast, all while singing the song the goose taught him while giving into his most gluttonous urges. Apple cores, banana peels, soggy sandwiches and melted ice cream all made his stomach bubble and churn. Templeton never had such a bountiful meal at the farm before. With each passing morsel, the rats belly grew tighter and more plump. Templeton stacked food in a mountain of gluttony all to be devoured later. Unfortunately Templeton’s greed was too much and the tower collapsed. Panicking, Templeton ran after the delicious food as it fell catching each bite in his mouth and not even bothering to chew. He never even saw the watermelon.

Gulping down liquid frantically, Templeton swallowed the whole watermelon in one gulp. Stunned by how big this piece of food was, Templeton let himself feel the effects on his already stuffed belly. His belly was finally big enough for him to rest his paws on, but he still wasn’t done. Running down the table, he quickly devoured an ear of corn in typewriter fashion, gobbling up hotdogs, carrots, corn, and hamburgers the chubby rat plunged into a pitcher of lemonade. Cooling off the rat from the heat of the day, the rat ended up high above in a bubble. Without warning, the rats weight caused the bubble to pop, dropping him right onto a banana and launching it right into the air and down into his waiting mouth.

*PLOP* the banana went right down the hatch into Templetons belly causing it to burst out in front of the stunned and full rat. The now very fat rat let out a massive hiccup as he let his belly analyze what it had just taken in. Templeton never ate anything that big before in one gulp. Stunned at the sudden feeling of being full, Templeton was able to place his paws on top of his massive gut. The feeling inside his belly as he attempted to digest his gorge was almost indescribable. Jolly at having the meal of a lifetime and the results showing on his body, the rats smile grew wider as he realized just how fat and absolutely stuffed he had become. Belly jutting out and spreading his legs apart, Templeton immediately thought of the animals at the farm, none of them would believe this rat was able to eat his fill and become this stuffed and this full and certainly not this fat. Maybe the goose would believe it, she’s the one who told Templeton of the fair after all, but sometimes seeing is believing. And all the animals would certainly see this plump and fat rat sooner or later.
“Hlp!” The stuffed ball of fat released another hiccup. Lying flat on his back, the weight of Templeton’s belly caused him to be momentarily trapped, pinned beneath the weight of his own body. Jolly and full, Templeton began to sing his song,

“A fair... is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord, after the gates are shut... each night, when the lights go out it can be found, on the ground, all around! That’s where a rat can glut! Glut! Glut! Glut!”
Stumbling forward, dragged down by the weight of his glut, Templeton tried and failed to stay upright using a tablecloth he thought was weighted down by food. Apparently Templeton had grown so fat he outweighed the food and all of the goodies came tumbling down on top of him. Too lost in his glut to eat right now, Templeton made a mental note of where he left this small feast for later. Stuffed, fat, and unbelievably happy, the rat ran into the night, belching, burping, and letting his jutting belly guide him amongst the bounty of the fair.

Full to bursting, the rat finally decided to lie down among the treats and delicious morsels of the fair.
“Urp!” The rat released a massive belch and patted what he could reach of his bloated gut. “What a *hlp* glut... everything well ripened, seasoned with the *urp* passage of time and heat of the *hlp* day. This is rich!”
Patting his swollen belly, the ripples sent a shiver down Templeton’s spine.
“Wait until the goose gets a *urp* load of me! I don’t think *hlp* she thought I’d get this stuffed! *urp* I’m so fat I can’t even see past my belly!”
Indeed, the rat had grown so fat and large that his view was completely obstructed by his middle. Finally, Templeton decided to see what else the fair had to offer.

With much straining and effort the rat was finally able to make it onto his feet.
*Hlp* Where should I go first? This fair has so much to offer a glutton like me I don’t know where to start!”
Then a thought, or rather, a memory came back to Templeton. Venturing back the way he came, past the merry go round, Templeton found the pile of food that fell on top of him earlier. Drooling and almost trembling with anticipation, the fat rat dug in, devouring tomatoes, eggplant, chicken, beef, and noodles. As the rat ate, his belly grew and grew and grew, finally he was finished the pile reduced down to nothing but crumbs. Lying on his back once again against a table the rat let out a hearty belch.
*Urp* Wow!” The rat said rather slowly, “so much food, such glutting and feasting! This fair *hlp* really is a rats paradise! I *urp* never want to leave!”
Rubbing and patting his massive belly, the rat began to sing his song once more,
“A fair, is a *hlp* veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgas*urp*bord after the gates are shut... *hlp* each night when the *urp* lights go out it can be found *burp* on ground *hlp* all around! *urp* that’s where a *hlp* rat can *urp* glut! Glut! Glut! Glut!” *burp*
Singing each glut, the rat gleefully pat at his round and full belly, the feeling of being so stuffed was better than anything Templeton could have imagined before. The rat always had dreams of eating to his hearts content but he certainly never thought it would’ve been possible on the farm. Burping, hiccuping, and laughing at his newfound girth, Templeton decided to keep going and see just how fat he could get. Walking through the fair grounds, a hand on his belly, he found a toothpick that he could use to pick up food that was left behind by careless families and running children. Chicken wings, fruits, and vegetables all added to his ever growing belly. Patting and rubbing his rock hard belly, Templeton decided to comment on each finding.
“Delicious, so *hlp* very delicious” the rat. The more Templeton are, the bigger and rounder and happier he became. He ate and ate and ate until he wasn’t able to fit another mouthful inside his sloshing massive belly. Finally, too full and round to walk, the rat decided to head back to the pen before he was discovered. Letting the weight of his glut rock him forward, the stuffed rat began the slow crawl back, belching and hiccuping the entire way.

The sun had barely begun to come up when Templeton peeked his head over the board to the pen. The rat had continued eating throughout the night on the way back and as a result, he could no longer stand without his jutting belly dragging him forward. Sandwiches, hot dogs, burgers, cake, and all manner of drink ended up finding a perfect home inside his belly. The rat noticed Wilbur and Charlotte looking at something in the corner of the pen, wanting to show off the fruits of his labor, the rat released another hearty hiccup,
*hlp* “I’m back!”
Wilbur and Charlotte turned around to greet their friend, shocked at his massive weight gain. Crawling over the board the rat landed with a massive squelch as his meals hit the ground first, jostling and rumbling in his belly. The rat began to crawl toward them
“What a night, never have I seen such leavings! Everything well ripened and seasoned with the passage of time and the heat of the day, oh it was rich my friends, rich!”
Finally resting against Wilbur’s leg, the rat placed a hand on his belly in order to calm the churning and sloshing. Charlotte was not impressed,
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” the spider chided, “it would serve you right if you had an acute attack of indigestion”
Smiling, the rat retorted,
“*hlp* “My stomach can handle anything,” the rat replied, patting as much of his stuffed belly as he could reach. Wilbur was not impressed either,
“Templeton, if you weren’t so dopey, you’d notice Charlotte’s made an egg sac,”
Peering up through blurry vision, Templeton could barely make out a small item in the rafters. The rat decided he didn’t care.
*hlp* “Hooray for Charlotte,” the rat replied giving his belly another hearty couple of smacks.
“She’s going to be a mother,” Wilbur informed him,
“For your information, there are five hundred and fifteen eggs in that peachy little sac”
Deciding he was too full and sleepy to deal with the spider and pig, Templeton decided to go take a nap and enjoy the feeling of being so stuffed in private,
“This has been a night,” Templeton mumbled, leaning forward, the weight of his gut brought the large rat forward. Crawling into the pen, the rat released one more loud hiccup to get the last word in.

Finally lying down in the warm straw, Templeton tried his best, and failed, to cover himself for a nice long food coma.
*Burp* “I’m so full, so very fat, I don’t know how I can go back to the farm,” the rat thought to himself, “but I have to, the goose needs to see just how right she was about this fair being a rats paradise,” Templeton then gave his belly a few more big pats, and let himself drift off into the deepest sleep of his young life. Finally he was overstuffed, overfilled, and incredibly happy at having such a rich, massive, and well fed belly, excited for the next night when he could glut and fill his belly once more.