Glutting as much as they could the previous night, Charlene and Templeton continued growing at an obscene rate. Sleeping off all of the previous nights gluttony, both rats woke to find an additional layer of soft delectable corpulence to await them. Leaving the shed, they waved goodbye, as it would be the final time for awhile that they would see it. It pained Templeton more so than Charlene to say goodbye to the place which sheltered them while they slept off such a rich trickle of food burbling around within their fantastically fat bodies. But they've enjoyed much of what the fair had to offer, and walking away from their shed, fondness for what the fair held continued to swell up inside him.
"It's not like we wont come back," said Charlene, leaning against Templeton's plush arm. Their large waists rubbing against one another as they waddled in the direction of the entrance. "We'll just find a home not too far from here and come again another day."
Templeton still couldn't help himself. Even as they walked, his tail and left paw would pick up whatever scraps of food he could. Further filling his already massively over gorged gut to further proportions. Picking up a barely nibbled on hotdog, he wolfed it down in seconds flat. Patting his stomach with a sloppy grin slapped across his face. "I still wish we could live here. Other than you, this fair is the best thing to of ever happened in my life. So much food lying around, a rat can glut for weeks without ever going hungry."
Stopping, Templeton waddled over to a tray which had a half eaten cheeseburger, some fries, and onion rings. Giggling as she looked on at the gluttonous rat, Charlene crossed her arms. "This place is nice dear, but you might want to get used to the stomach you're carrying now, lest you grow so fat you wont be able to move an inch."
"I should...mmfff...be so lucky." Finishing the large burger, he picked up two corndogs he found nearby. Disposing of both quickly, he tossed the sticks away. Finding another small pile of food, the rat splurged himself without end. Shoveling pawfuls of food down his gullet, the immense feeling of everything being crammed into his stomach made him only want to glut more. Finishing the pile, he stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, and clenching at his added girth, proceeded to wobble it around. Reveling in the content sloshing his abundant belly produced.
"You hear that? You know what my stomach is saying to you?"
Charlene giggled, "What's it saying?"
"It's saying it doesn't want to leave. It's saying it wants to stay here and glut forever."
"Well we wont be very far," she petted his belly, which softly squelched, "so it doesn't have to worry."
"At least let us enjoy one more gorge, would you?"
Unable to resist Templeton's cute plea from his chubby face, she nodded. "Fine, but try limiting yourself. I'm not going to carry you out of here."
Excited beyond measure, he burbled and sloshed about as he waddled off to further feats of glutting. Who was she kidding, the rat didn't know how to limit himself. If there was enough food to fill a truck, Templeton would surely eat it all. Nothing kept this rats stomach at bay. It was something she liked about her cuddly fat rat, other than his overall sweetness. This whole trip was meant to spoil him, far be it from her to stop now.
Following him, she was merely a spectator in his gluttonous escapade. Hauling himself with great effort up a table, his small footpaws kicked helplessly in the air as he tried pulling up his blob of a belly up a table. Finally making it, he went over to a basket of fried chicken. The delectable breasts and legs were still soaping with grease, just the way he liked them. Pulling pawfuls at a time toward him, he tore the meat and skin off the bone. The juicy grease slopping atop of his fur as he madly swallowed. His belly bubbling and glorping as slabs of chicken entered it, he heartily patted it, until it was all done. Sticking out his gut and jiggling it about, he moved onto a bucket of hojos. Pulling the tip of the bucket over with all his weight, he managed to pull it down, allowing him to stuff himself full of the tasty spuds. Not enough entered his mouth quick enough, which pushed him to fill his chubby cheeks to the brim. Load after load entered him, landing heavily in his belly like a brick and expanding it further.
Nothing would go better with hojos than ketchup, and bringing over a nearby bottle to him, he proceeded to guzzle it down like a soft drink. Tossing it away, he gave a content sigh, and looking to his belly he squeezed at it, happy that it grew at least two quarters larger.
"You done yet," asked Charlene.
Looking over to her, he licked a paw and smacked his belly with the other. "I'm just getting started."
Reluctantly continuing to follow her fat rat, Templeton made his way over to another table, this time using an ice cream stand to get on top of it. Firstly, he opened the hatch as wide as he could and leapt inside. Just barely making it through as his blubbery waist and belly squeezed past it. Opening wrapper after wrapper, he bit through chunks of the cold sugary treats. Stuffing ice cream sandwiches down his mouth whole and licking clean any vanilla ice cream within a chocolaty core. It's melted creamy contents added a more liquid like consistency to his belly, which when he patted his stomach, made it undulate and slosh evermore vibrantly. Chuckling at his stomach, he proceeded to finish the rest of the ice cream until the final fudge bar was gone. Opening up the bottom hatch, the rat slithered out, landing on the fair floor with a vociferous squelch. His blubbery back swaying to and fro, he patted it, squeezing at its softness and blushing with delight.
Pulling himself across the floor, he came near the table's long table cloth, and pulling on it to stand up, his sheer weight dragged it down, bringing with it a new feast. A trickled of food and leftover trash toppled over him, some landing directly into his mouth, but too much to eat all at once. As the pouncing stopped, he ate his way out of the pile and rested his body on top of a large mound of scrap food and rotten vegetables. The sheer amount of food he had to eat out of made him rather dazed; the euphoria of glutting so much slowing coaxing him into a drunken like state. His immense stomach gurgling and bubbling for further nourishment, the fat rat licked his chops as he continued to appease it.
Scooping up all he could with his plump arms, he shoveled all manner of rotten fruits and vegetables, scraps of meals, deserts, and snacks, into his gaping maw. Getting as much as he could into his mouth and swallowing, the weight of his oncoming gorge continued building up, as his belly grew heavier and more difficult to support on his two forepaws. Soon, he had to lye on his belly just to finish off the remainder of scraps, until there was only a banana remaining. Rolling onto his back, the vast amount of food sloshed and churned within his belly like clothes in a washing machine. Careful and making sure his sheer obesity wouldn't attempt to embrace him, he placed a paw over his stomach to hold as much of it back as he could, and use his other arm to squeeze the banana against the right side of his plushy body. Practically a professional when it came to angling food into his gullet, he analyzed the trajectory of it's decent, opened his mouth wide, and allowed the missile of a fruit to glop right into his belly which instantly bloated it out at least three inches. Reopening his eyes from wincing at the fruits impact, he craned his head over his blubbery chest. Looking to his belly, it quivered and sloshed about; his left paw sinking into his side as another soft cushiony layer of fat added to his abdomen.
Dazed at having over glutted once again, he sloppily grinned. Laying his head back down to the floor, he squeezed and patted his squelching burbling belly. "*Hic-Hilp* Ooh, what a fantastic glut *Hilp*! This fair is simply *Hilp*, too good to me."
Hearing a crashing sound to his right, he woozily shifted his body. Hiccupping, he smiled as Charlene came out of a knocked over trash can. Only, she was still her original, yet large, size. But picking up as much as she could carry in her plump arms, she walked over to her happy massively bloated rat.
"I know you're not done yet, besides fattening up more than I told you to. So here, this trash can has enough food for you to get full three times over."
"*Hic-Hilp* Ooh, Charlene my darling, you spoil me so."
Charlene smacked his belly, "A fat rat like you needs much spoiling. Just don't forget to return me the favor."
"*Hilp* Mmm, I owe you everything *Hic-Hilp* my sweet."
Sinking his head further into his body, he rubbed at the large expanse of belly which laid in front of him. So much fat, so much food, all of it sloshing around and massaging his insides while Charlene fed him more. This entire experience was a dream come true, and looking back to their first night within the dumpster of the fast food restaurant, he couldn't possibly think why he would've said no to her wanting to come here. Once he left the fair, everything would be fine, because he'd always have her. She was his fair, she was his food, she filled his heart and stomach full of love more than one hundred cakes ever would. This sweet, fat, lovable doe of a rat named Charlene. No future he had with her, could've possibly have a rainy day.
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Summer weaved its warm web as Spring came to a close. Much of the newborn animals which had spawned during the first initial season of the year had long opened their eyes to the large world around them. The same was said for Templeton and Charlene's first litter. Five young darling ratties, two girls and three boys, which both parents cherished immensely.
The couple had made their home within an abandoned, rundown Volkswagen Transporter within a large junk yard not too far off from the fair. Grateful to the possible hippies who owned it, there were plenty of cushions lying around, along with the soft shag rug. Without tires or rims, the back of the van was easily accessible through its large doors which were a synch to open and close at their leisure. It was a comfy home, with plentiful amounts of food lying around. Not so much as the fair, but enough for the couple and their children to live off of.
"Lester, be careful, you and Ralphie could get hurt. Come on, listen to daddy."
Waddling about after his two boys, the young a spry pair occasionally tired the fat rat out with their adventurous antics. Lester was the root of the problem however. Always daring, and oblivious to danger. Ralphie not being too bright merely acted as his assistant; unsure, yet willingly supporting his risk taking brother in all he did. Sometimes their curiosities would involve their own father. Using his enormous belly as a trampoline or cushion for a large fall. It drove him nuts at times, but they were still his children which he loved and adored.
Templeton Junior (or just Junior) and Henrietta, both sat on their auntie Pip's belly, hearing her story of how she met her mother and all the gluttonous adventures she had been through. Like an old war vet telling stories of his battles, she captivated their minds. Particularly Juniors, who couldn't help but salivate at the thought of all the food the fair had.
"Is it true," the young rat crawled closer to Pip's face, "is it really true?"
"Oh it is my little munchkin," Pip kissed his forehead, "Auntie Pip would never lie to you."
"And you really ate that much," asked Henrietta.
Both children bounced on Pip's large gut as she laughed and patted her stomach. "My little peach, how do you think I've gotten this way?"
Junior hugged as much of Pip's stomach as he could. "When I get older, I want to be just like you auntie Pip."
The ferret chuckled some more. "Well, it would certainly be a step up from your father."
"I heard that! Don't listen to her son," Templeton patted his stomach, "You want to be a big rat like me."
"Hah, as if a rat can eat more than a ferret."
"It most certainly could. My stomach can handle anything."
"I'll give you something to handle."
"Bring it ferret!"
Whilst the fat rat and fat ferret bickered amongst each other to Junior and Henrietta's entertainment, Charlene cuddled with her youngest daughter Carol snuggled up in her arms. Unable to be without her mother's attention a majority of the time, Charlene spent the most time with her, until she would fall soundly to sleep in her arms, resting against her soft pillow of a stomach.
Currently, Charlene softly spoke the story of how she came to meet her father in a junkyard last year. Telling him of the fair and taking him for the most joyous event of his life. Eyes growing heavy, Carol tried fighting sleep by asking her mother more questions of their time together.
"Why does Dad eat so much?"
Charlene withheld a giggle. "Because that's what all rats do dear. Your dad's just more...happy about it."
"Are you happy too?"
"I'm very happy dear. You, your dad, auntie Pip and your brothers and sister make me very happy."
"And...would you go...to the fair with...daddy...ever...again?"
"Most certainly dear. You dad loves it. But we have to wait until it comes back in a few more months."
"Can I go?"
Looking to her daughter, she held her closer as she began to doze off. "Of course dear. I'm sure you'll have a great time." Not as gluttonous as her mother or Junior, she undoubtedly wanted to go because her mother would go. She really couldn't stand being without her. Templeton would understand.
Attempting to ask another question, her eyelids finally gave in, as she dozed off into a deep sleep in her mother's arms; the warmth of her body heat comforting her. Looking to her family, Charlene couldn't help but blissfully lay her head down as well. Though they had responsibilities toward their children, Charlene herself looked forward to going to the fair once again this year with her Tempy. Perhaps one year they'll even bring the kids and Pip would come along rather than be a baby sitter. Not that she mind. But until then she would have to dream of it before it came to fruition. What a wonderful fantasy it was. Food and family, the two most cherishable things Charlene had in her life.