The pleasing thought of glutting herself yet again was too good of an opportunity to pass up. "I doubt I'll get too fat. I'm not you after all," she looked to Templeton. Now all that mattered was where to start. With a whole storage room filled with goodies, there was much for a rat to enjoy herself with. Getting all the hard work out of the way first, Charlene climbed to the top of the rack, using her weight to push off each box one by one. Feeling it was enough, she climbed back to ground level and opened up her first box. Inside were two smaller boxes filled with Hostess Cupcakes. A simple, humbled bunch of sweets to start her off. Sitting beside the box she opened bag after bag of cupcakes, resting each one on her plump belly, chewing away at them merrily. The sweet sugary chocolate tickled her taste buds while the cream filling continued to cushion her belly, increasing it's soft plush consistency.
Oddly while she ate the cupcakes, each one made it slightly more difficult for the next to go down. Which by the time she got to her tenth one, forced her to literally shove it down her throat with her paws. Thinking what would allow the sweets to travel down smoother, she finished off the remaining cupcakes, rolled onto her stomach, and waddled over to a nearby fridge. Grabbing hold of the door and leaning back with all her weight, she was able to open the treasure trove of beverages. All sorts of drinks just waited to be quaffed right before her eyes, but the gallon of milk she found was her preferred choice. Dragging it toward another box, she pulled it beside her, and resumed her feast.
The next pair of sweets were Twinkies, made by the same brand of course. With these she attempted to have a little more fun. One at a time, she moved them into position, opened wide, and pushed each sugary snack directly into her mouth whole; afterward quaffing a mouthful of milk to help it down. Once finishing about twenty four Twinkies, she sloppily opened another box, which held two smaller boxes of Zingers, again, made by Hostess food corp.
In loud sloshing burbles, Charlene's much added belly wobbled as she sloppily giggled. "These people sure like Hostess. Then again what could I expect from a bakery."
Swallowing each zinger whole like the twinkies, the solid snacks began heavily building up. So much, when she pressed a paw against her corpulent mass she was able to poke holes through the zinger's and twinkies under her soft layer of fat, like stepping through shallow snow. At this she began poking as much of her belly as she could, erupting in a symphony of squelching, the milk particularly adding a liquid like consistency. The amount of fullness and fat she was accumulating proved intoxicating. Her original plans would've made her stop here and now, but the more her belly consistently burbled, the further temptation began to swell.
"No, no I shouldn't," she turned her head away from a nearby box. "I've already gotten fatter than I should've. I still have to be able to take Templeton to the fair."
At the word "fair", her stomach gave an appetizing groan. "Shut up," she smacked it, "we're not there yet."
Again, her stomach protested, churning in impatience. Though usually it never annoyed her this much, it was obvious only one thing was going to shut it up. "Fine then, I'll keep going."
As if thanking her, it gave a silent plop in reply. Rolling over on her vast stomach, she crawled toward the other boxes, pulling them off their racks and opening them. Again, she was met with more hostess products. Ding Dongs, Ho Hos, Donettes, Minimuffins, and snow balls, the doe showed no mercy to what she could lay her paws on. This continued for about an hour until finally, her stomach was satiated.
Resting her round back against the wall near the door, she moaned, paws daintily rubbing her enormous belly for comfort. "*Hic* Nothing ever *Hic* goes as plan does it? And I got you *Hic* to blame for it."
Suddenly, Charlene turned her attention back to the rack as a yawn broke out from one of the boxes. Then slowly, the ratty face of Templeton peeped out, eyes half shut. "Good morning," the rat yawned.
"*Hic* Good afternoon is more like it."
"Huh, do you have hic…er…whoa." Noticing a new, much fatter Charlene, Templeton casually made his way down and by her side.
"Don't *Hic* say anything," she scowled at the grin he wore.
Templeton folded his arms, "Well well well, who's the fat rat now, hehe."
She patted her stomach, "It wouldn't *Hic* shut up, so I had *Hic* to do something."
"Oh you did something alright," Templeton snickered. "You had all the fun without me. Well, time for me to join you."
"*Hic* No."
"No, what do you mean no?"
"*Hic* We have to get going now."
"B-but, that's no fair."
Charlene's stomach gurgled slightly, "don't say that word."
"What, what word?"
"I can't tell you."
Templeton scratched his head. "Well…whatever. But how come you could enjoy yourself and I can't?"
"Because it's the *Hic* fair you want to enjoy, not this place." *Groan*. "Shut up, I fed you enough."
"Yes," Templeton sniffed, "you did."
"Lets go Tempy." Miraculously, the bowling ball of a female managed to keep her balance, "I promise you'll enjoy yourself the next place we stop at. For now we have to get moving."
"Your hiccups are gone."
"Oh…you're right."
"I kinda liked them."
Stifling a giggle, Charlene removed an air vent leading outside. "You're something else you know fat rat."
Templeton poked at her side. "Look who's talking."
Glad to of been done with the place, Charlene continued leading Templeton on their journey to the fair. Still upset having not eaten anything, the female rat reminded him of all the goodies that awaited him once they got their, which kept him quiet for the time being. Having learned from this experience, Charlene would be sure not to overdo her glutting again. As for Templeton…well, she made a promise, and didn't want to break it for her Tempy.
