As the sun cast it's warm glow over the convenience store, Charlene stirred from her slumber. Waking up atop of Templeton's belly, the fat rat looked cute the way he slept in his own corpulence all bundled up. Leaning in and giving him a quick kiss to the muzzle, she gently slid off of him and near the dumpster lid. Immediately stopping at the sound of two voices. One calm, and the other outraged.
"I can't believe this happened! What maniac would wreck my store, eat a quarter of the food, and not even take the money?"
The store owner must've returned, "This isn't good," said the doe. Peeking out of the crevice, she continued listening to the owner's berating, while analyzing a safe avenue of escape.
"Didn't you lock up before you went home?"
"I always lock up! The door was still locked when I came back, and if anyone were to of snuck in the security system would go off! Uuugh, this is a disaster…I don't think my insurance will cover this since-there isn't really any damage besides all this mess everywhere. Damn it!"
"Well I'm going down to the fair to get some of the boys, they'll help fix this place up."
Fair? He's going to the fair, thought Charlene, her stomach growling.
"No man, don't bother their fun just to clean this stuff."
Yes, bother them!
"Well I'm going to take my daughter's anyway to spend time with their cousins. After that I'll come back to help you."
"Thanks man. It's amazing. Whoever broke in here must've been a real fatty. They ate enough food to feed a village."
Looking to Templeton peacefully snoozing, she giggled at his stomach inflating and deflating each breath. "You don't know the half of it mister," she whispered.
"Well, I'll be back man. See ya."
"Thanks, see ya too."
"This is our chance," spoke Charlene aloud. Running over to her over gorged friend, she shook him (and his belly) into wakefulness. "Come on, get up fat rat."
Moaning at the sudden disturbance, he rubbed his eyes. "What kinda monkey shine is this," he yawned.
"You have to get up, otherwise you'll miss it."
"Miss what?"
"Our ride to the fair."
At this, Templeton was fully awake. "We have a ride?"
"Yes but we'll miss it if you don't get your big butt up. Otherwise you'll have to walk a whole day again."
Not comfortable with the idea, Templeton wobbled to his paws, and followed Charlene's lead. Leaving the dumpster and hiding behind it, they waited for one of the men to enter their truck. As soon as he did, they ran to it and scaled up a conveniently dangling rope hanging off the side. The climb was easy enough for Charlene but grueling for Templeton. But thanks to his determination, he was able to climb into the truck bed before the vehicle began to move. Never having rode in a car before, Charlene comforted him as he held on for dear life.
"It's not too bad really. It's actually kinda fun moving around whenever he makes a turn," said Charlene, both rats hiding under some drapes covering what looked like barrels.
"Glad you're having fun. I on the other paw want to live."
"Oh you'll get to live Tempy, now that we're on a one way ticket to the fair," her stomach growled.
"Why does it do that?"
"What, growl at the mention of fair," it growled again.
"Yes."
She patted her plump visage, "It just has fond memories is all. It hasn't been to the fair in quite sometime and kinda misses it."
"When was the last time you've been there?"
"Oh, about…three seasons I believe. Hehe, it sure seemed to take that long for all the food to digest and get me petite. Now…doesn't seem like that matters anymore, haha. But anyway, we're finally going to get there Tempy. You're going to have such a good time."
Templeton certainly hopped so, otherwise this frantic ride of his life would be all for nothing. The tossing and turning seemed to last forever as they left the convenience store, picked up some kids, and made their way to the fair. All the while Charlene continued to comfort him with all the goodies the fair held. Hearing it for the third time still didn't bore him, especially since they were nearly there already. About twenty minutes passed, the ride being a lot more smooth, until the truck finally came to a halt. Hearing the man and two girls exiting the truck, their voices growing more faint in the distance, Charlene left the cover of the drapes and checked that the coast was clear.
"Alright Tempy, it's safe."
Leaving the cover as well, Templeton waddled to Charlene's side, feasting his eyes (or his nose rather) at all the bountiful aromas emanating from the fair grounds. Such strange yet tantalizing smells of food Templeton never knew existed pleased his senses as drool began dripping from his mouth, and the temptation proving a little too great.
"Lets go!"
"Hold on ratty," she held him back by his scruff, "you can't just go in during the day time. You'll get caught for sure."
"What? Then…you mean…"
"Yes, you'll have to wait until it's night."
A tear wanted to pour out Templeton's eye. "But…that'll take…forever."
"Well, you'll find it'll all be worth it in the end."
Bummed down, Templeton had no choice but to listen. Following her once more, they left the parking lots and stalked closer to the animal pens where humans come less often, due to them leaving their prize winning pigs or horses so they may go off and enjoy themselves. Hiding inside a storage shed filled with straw and horse feed, They slept behind straw bales located at the very back. The wait for night tortured Templeton little by little as hour after hour went on, unable to sleep. Helping him out, Charlene would stroke his head with her dainty paws, lulling him little by little into a slumber like state; even rubbing his fat belly at one point, which seemed to do a world of good. Until finally, her pleasant spell was cast upon the rat, as he drifted into sleep once more.
Looking out the shed windows, she kept on eye on the time of day, as well as the festivities the humans enjoyed. What caught her attention the most of course was the food, and how the humans carelessly treated it. Throwing away half eaten hotdogs, dropping their sandwiches on the floor and leaving them there. This fair was certainly a nocturnal foragers paradise, one she knew Templeton would never forget.
Some few hours later, Charlene shook Templeton from his sleep once again. "Pst, Tempy wake up. It's time."
The rat immediately jumped up to her words. "What'd you say?"
"It's time," she repeated with a smile.
Unable to contain himself, he ran out a crack on the side of the hedge which was large enough to accommodate his hefty body. Not stopping him, Charlene followed in his suit. Reaching the grounds, he stood in the middle of what looked like a veritable goldmine of trash and hardly touched food. Stupefied by the wide array of smells swathing his senses, he couldn't help but hug as much of himself as his paws would let him.
"Oooooh, she was right," he cooed, "this fair is a rat's paradise."
"Well," said Charlene, patting his back, "What are you waiting for, dig in fat rat. You're finally here."
Yes, finally. Not held back by restrictions, nor time limits, and nowhere left to go now that they've reached their prime destination. Finally, here, at a place where a rat can glut without stop. He needed no second bidding. Like an arrow, Templeton darted off, with Charlene going her own way to enjoy the festivities the fair held.
Grabbing at the first things he could get his paws on, he wasted no time stuffing foods he'd never seen before into his awaiting mouth. Banana peels, rotten veggies, scraps of funnel cake, cheese and bread were all devoured effortlessly. Picking up an eaten watermelon rind, he quickly disposed of that as well. Finding the barely nibbled on sandwich Charlene spotted earlier, the rat wolfed the entire thing down in one gulp, stuffing the large specimen down his throat with his own paws. It continued like this some time, all the while Templeton began growing fatter by the mouthful. At the new appearance of his growing belly, he patted it with mirth. Already getting fatter and not even scratching the surface of what the fair offered. In congratulations, he rapidly polished off two corndogs sitting beside each other.
Patting a now swollen sloshing belly, he rubbed at it with a blithe grin, "This fair is terrific," he shouted.
"Isn't it," shouted Charlene from a distance, who by Templeton's surprise was now his size and eating an entire bowl of gelatin.
Following her example, Templeton pulled himself inside a basket filled with fried chicken. Ripping the tender meat off each and every bone, he also winced as he swallowed the bones themselves. Finishing his gorge, he moved onto pies, funnel cakes, apples, oranges, bacon, a cheeseburger, cotton candy, anything and everything which smelled good.
Staggering to and fro, he made his way to a pumpkin, tripping and landing against it with a squelch from his large belly. Eating his way in, he was able to stick a quarter of his body within the pumpkin, and began eating it from the inside out. Glutting on the large meal, not even the seeds were spared, as mouthful after mouthful proceeded into his fat stomach. Once there was nothing left inside, the rat ate everything else, except the tip which remained a lonely nub as an entire pumpkin nestled itself inside Templeton's cavernous stomach.
Having eaten all of it so fast, the rat hiccupped and slowly tipped backward until resting on his back. His sloshing belly then rolled onto of him, and hugging it, Templeton pushed it away, carrying him back on his footpaws. Covering his mouth from further hiccups, his stomach pulled him directly into a trash can and to new forms of glutting. After a few minutes, the rat knocked over the can gurgling and sloshing as his bowling ball form rolled out.
Eating a watermelon whole, stuffing a stack of hot dogs down his throat, and glutting on all sorts of candy, cheese, and a cake, Templeton finally decided to rest. Having glutted on twice as much food prior to arriving at the fair and after meeting Charlene, he finished his treatment with a banana, bursting his gut to further proportions. Pulling himself and placing his plump blubbery back against the arm of a table, the rat stroked, patted, and wobbled his gluttonous trophy. Proud at having an enormous stomach like he always wanted, he gave a hefty hiccup to the sky.
"*Hic* Never have I seen so much food gathered in one place *Hic*. This fair is everything and more *Hic* Charlene said it would be."
Suddenly, with a loud burble, something heavy squelched against Templeton's massive stomach. It was an over gorged Charlene. Massive, and about as large as Templeton. Shaking and patting the rat's belly, the doe leaned in closer, and rested her head against Templeton's bosom.
"*Hic* I told you this would be great, didn't I Tempy? *Hic* You've finally became the fat rat you've always wanted to be."
Opening his maw, Templeton ate a slab of cheese Charlene grabbed. Wrapping his arms around her, he proceeded to rubbed and pat her titanic sloshing belly. "We both have."
Charlene placed her paw on one of his. "You're not *Hic* full yet are you?"
"*Hic* Not if you aren't."
Of course, the definite answer was no. Rolling on their bellies, the duo of rats continued to glut the night away together. Feeding each other also, once they've gotten too fat.
