Resting within the confines of the storage shed, the plump pair snoozed the day away without any disturbance. Both having glutted so much the previous night practically melted in each other's soft warm embrace, particularly Charlene with Templeton. Resting her head within his plush furry bosom served better than any pillow. Coupled with both their stomach's bubbling and gurgling, it proved a relaxing afternoon. As night soon approached and the crowds grew slimmer, Charlene was the first to rise from her deep slumber. Slithering out of her beloved fat rats arms, she climbed back to the top of the bales of hay, looking out the window.
Scouting the ground for sustenance like a vulture, she looked for the best spots, mainly where the remaining crowds gathered around the most. It seemed to of been mostly near the ferris wheel. Quite the familiar and nostalgic sight, where she had her first gorge. Looking back to Templeton, she scratched her cheek.
"Knowing you you'd eat everything up before I even get a chance to really enjoy myself. The best food is around the ferris wheel…but…there's good food in other places too."
Stirring from his nap at the sound of her voice, Templeton rubbed his eyes and smacked his lips. "What's that? Is it time to go?"
"No, not yet Tempy." She climbed down from the hay stack. Making her way over to him, she folded her arms and rested her head atop his big fat belly. "But here's an idea dear. How about tonight, we go off and eat just by ourselves?"
Hearing her call him dear, the rat recoiled, blushing in embarrassment. "What ever you say. Just, where will you be eating?"
"Near the ferris wheel. Which means you will be in the opposite direction, near the food court. Is that okay dearest?"
Templeton giggled, "Of course my little dumpling," he held her paw.
Once it was time to move out, they went to the center of the fair where they would split up. "We'll meet up back at the shed whenever we're finished for the night. I expect, to see an even larger gray ball of fur than I did yesterday," Charlene squeezed his bulk.
The rat giggled at the touch of her dainty paws. "I wont disappoint you my sweet."
Giving him a farewell kiss, she waddled off her direction, while Templeton stood with a paw to his cheek; blushing at what just transpired. Alone and able to glut without being disturbed or having to share, Charlene proceeded onward. Climbing a inside a large food trailer, she feasted on what she could find. Opening a couple boxes, she ate raw hamburger meat, and cold French fries. Though bitter and not as pleasant to the taste buds as its cooked counter part, it was enough for her ratty stomach to keep down without getting indigestion. Climbing up to the counter, she guzzled down two bottles of ketchup and mustard. The gooey condiments added more of a liquid like consistency to her large stomach making it more pleasing to the touch. Tossing them away and patting her hefty gut, she moved onto a couple of mayonnaise jars stacked in a row on a shelf. Pushing each one off the rack, the plastic casing kept it in tact as it hit the floor, then opening them up she began her treat. Her stomach glorpped and gurgled as a river of mayonnaise trickled down her gullet, swishing around with the other condiments as her belly proceeded to grow larger. Finishing off four more, she noticed an unopened box she must've overlooked. Opening it up with her powerful jaws, the box was filled with tons of humbled franks.
"That explains all those hotdog buns I ate," she chortled, looking in wonderment at the treasure trove of meat. Finishing the remaining two mayonnaise jars, she pulled herself within the box. Within an hour, the over gorged female left the trailer to continue her feast elsewhere. Groaning and dragging herself across the floor, she admired her greatly newfound weight after finishing the entire box of franks. Patting her swollen body, she craved something sweet. So heading over to the pie judging table, she took a look at the fridge holding today's contestants. Laying them spread out in front of her, she quickly gorged on the first one.
Sending crumbs flying everywhere and cleaning the pan to the last trace of whipped cream, she licked a paw with the other patting her belly. "My verdict…needs to be more sweet with a tad more strawberry jelly." Grabbing the next, she continued down the row. "Not enough blue berries…needs more whipped cream…would go great with cinnamon…banana cream, so scrumptious, I think we have a winner but lets not count the others out."
In between glutting a pie she would regularly guzzle some milk beside her, filling her up evermore. Finishing a remainder of five pies, she sighed in bliss and leaned back. Her tub of indigested gorge soothingly sloshed over her muzzle then dragged her forward, back on her hind paws. The weight on her mid section proved a little too much to keep balance however, as her tiny paws staggered for balance, but to no avail. Frightened for a moment, she ran right off the table and landed with a resounding squelch right into another pie. Splattered in what looked like strawberry jam she scooped up and licked clean as much as she could from her fur. Looking around, she found herself in a veritable valley of pies.
Giggling, she gave her hearty stomach a smack, sloshing it about. "The sub entries, how can I forget. Well, being a fair and unbiased judge, I shall see all these are treated fairly."
While stuffing her face with as much pie as she could grab, something suddenly caught her attention. Across from her were six dark bottles packaged together by a scrap of cardboard. Focusing in on the label, she attempted to read the wording. "Bud-wei-ser." Suddenly, something snapped inside her. A wave of nostalgia took her back to her first trip to the fair. Nothing but a young little doe making her way in the world, looking for the next scrap of food, she came to the fair by word of a fat crow. Thinking nothing but a rats heaven about it, she stumbled upon a peculiar looking drink within a pitcher. Beside the pitcher was a barrel with the exact same label and wording.
"So we meet again," she spoke to the bottles, "well don't just stand there, come here." Pulling herself over, she drank every last drop from each. The bitter taste made her wince in disgust, yet, continue with delight. It was an odd love hate relationship, that in the end made her quite happy, and woozy. Finishing the contents of the last bottle, she sloppily grinned through dazed vision; returning to the pies. Taking a bite out of the first, she bubbly giggled, holding her chubby cheeks. "These *Hic* pies are delicious. *Hic*."
To her shock and amusement, the second hiccup had produced a few bubbles from her mouth. Giggling further, she smacked at her overgrown gut. "Pie and *Hic* bubbles. Is there anything *Hic* this fair doesn't have?" Popping the remaining bubbles with a claw, she continued her glut. All manner of cinnamon and sugar traversed her gullet while the sweet scent of the pastries exited her mouth through further hiccupping. Sloppily, she stuffed all she could into her maw, crumbs, cream, jam, or jelly all spilling on her stomach, which she picked up and licked from her paw.
Finishing the final pan, she nestled her huggable heft, wobbled it around, and continued to more forms of glutting. Popping further bubbles along the way, she ate at piles of garbage litter across the fairway, gorged on barely nibbled on dinners and snacks, made quick work of a stack of chili dogs, and felt the tender sugary melting of cotton candy in her mouth. Finishing off a whole rind of grapes and wedge of cheese, she clutched as much of her belly as possible, sat down on the floor, opened her mouth and lifted her head, and allowed the oncoming banana to travel down her throat and expand her belly further. Obscenely bloated and over gorged beyond her own comprehension, she sloshed and wobbled her way over to the ferris wheel. Disposing of any goodies she came across, she rested against a stand with a basket filled to the brim in eggs next to her. Looking on at the gargantuan attraction humans would ride to hours on end, she cracked an egg, opened it and let the yolk travel down her gullet, landing with a glop inside her belly.
"Oh *Hic* Pip," she sighed, "it would've *Hic* been nice to see you again." Continuing to muse about her friend, she continued downing the gooey yolks, reminiscing her first trip to the fair. Such fantastic gorging didn't compare to her current one however, but the company it held was something nice to remember. Of course, now she had Templeton, a rat after her own heart. Plopping the last egg into her mouth, she gave her stomach a series of pats, and pulled her way back home. Hoping to see her beloved fat rat there in all his swollen glory.
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Apparently, going back to the shed wasn't as easy as it sounded at first when there was still food to be had. As excited as she was to see her Templeton nice and big, she couldn't resist further opportunities to glut herself. Finding an untouched chocolate banana, she shoveled it all down her maw. Along with that she tipped over a few trash cans, glutted some funnel cakes, swallowed a corn cob whole, quaff a carton of apple juice, and wolfed a few bowls of mac and cheese. Miraculously staggering on her hind paws, she slammed against the shed door with a sickening squelch. Her mid section bloating to the size of a plump juicy watermelon, she stifled a giggle at her clumsiness.
"Wait until *Hic* he gets a load of me, hehehe."
Waddling through the shed door with a creak, she closed it and looked to the fantastically over gorged pile of bubbling sloshing rat in the back of the shed. "*Hic* I'm back," she woozily said with a sloppy grin.
With poor coordination, Charlene crashed and nearly fell in every direction, until finally landing atop of Templeton's titanic belly, with a resounding series of sloshes coming from both of theirs.
"*Hic* I see someone had a good time," said the male. "*Hic* My little sugar dumplings turned into a sugar cake."
Charlene rubbed and squeezed at his sloshing bulk. "And my little* Hic* fat rat turned into a big hunk of *Hic* rat. I ate more than you though *Hic*."
"*Hic* Oh no you didn't," Templeton playfully wobbled her belly with a footpaw, while patting his own, "I ate an entire pumpkin."
Charlene giggled, "Well I ate *Hic* a village of pies."
"Well I ate *Hic* a box of donuts."
"Well I ate *Hic* a box of hotdogs."
"Well, I ate *Hic*a bushel…of bananas."
At a loss for words, Charlene patted Templeton's belly. "You really are a fat rat."
"Takes one to know one," he said with a sly grin.
Plopping down on the floor, Charlene cuddled up closer to her beloved fat rat. Pressing her belly against his, she snuggled into his fattened up bosom like the other night, only this night more of her face sunk into its warm comforting embrace. "I'm so *Hic* happy to have you here Tempy."
"*Hic* I'm happy to have you to, my little sugar dumpling," he cuddled her, "So, *Hic* what'll we do tomorrow?"
"Same *Hic* thing we've been doing. Gorge without stop *Hic* and see how fat we can get."
"Can we do *Hic* do it together though? I *Hic* missed you."
Charlene gave Templeton's titanic gut a hearty smack. "Of course dearest, we'll do it together."
Happy, Templeton cuddled her further. Keeping each other warm, the pair of obese rodents slumbered in blubbery bliss. With bellies bubbling the remainder of the dawn away. Glad to be with her Tempy once again in his warm embrace, she wrapped as much of her paws around his plush midsection as she could. Her belly, liquid like with all the eggs and drink, also slightly spilled over his. This fair certainly was a rat's paradise, where she and her Tempy could glut together to their hearts content. It will be a moment she'd treasure forever in the days to come, with Templeton forever by her side.
