Hi FurAffinity

Long time fan of Templeton's massive weight gain, and thought I'd try my own contribution to the amazing art and fanfiction from you all! Here's my take on the smorgasbord scene from the movie, taking it beat-by-beat, and diving into Templeton's inner monologue as he feasts until he's beyond stuffed. I hope you enjoy!

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The fair had just officially closed for the night. Lights dimmed, laughter faded, and blessedly careless humans left behind a trail of delicious goodies that could only be appetizing to a rat. To most, it was trash. But to Templeton, it was opportunity. The feasting of a lifetime lay spread out across the grounds, well-ripened with the passage of time and the heat of the day. 

"This will be a night to remember," Templeton jokingly exclaimed, with not a soul around to hear it except for every last morsel of oily, greasy, moldy and fatty fair food he has all to himself. 

"A true rat's paradise! I deserve a bit of fun anyway, and nothing is more fun than food" he fantasized how he'd feel after giving in to all of his most indulgent, hedonistic tendencies.

With a gleam in his eye and a twitch in his whiskers, he scurried from under the grandstand with every intent to have his fill.

Templeton's initial stop on his tour of the smorgasbord was the first garbage can he laid eyes on. He dove in looking for any bits that stroke his fancy and was satisfied to find the trimmings of leftover sandwiches; lettuce, cheese, sausage, olives, and slices of bread. As delicious as a big, juicy sandwich sounded to Templeton, a pang of hunger rippled through his stomach, leading him to toss each bit into the air swallowing each bit whole before he could assemble it all together. 

Every trimming slid easily right down his gullet. Tasty, sure, but far from filling. 

"First course down, but a whole fair's worth of courses left to go," Templeton enthusiastically mused. 

"Plenty of feasting left until my stomach is satisfied." 

He gave his unsatisfied stomach an encouraging pat, before laying his eyes on his next course; a half eaten hot dog. Templeton hurriedly tossed the leftover hot dog onto a stale slice of white bread, coated it in a spoonful of mustard, and shoved the whole Templeton-sized snack down his throat in one heavy gulp.

Templeton stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide, a sigh pushed past his whiskers.

“…Better,” he whispered.

His hunger somehow deepened. As his nose picked up the sweet stench of the forgotten buffet his appetite became somehow bigger than before.

The next few minutes were a blur. His hunger insatiable. The overwhelming urge to glut with reckless abandon took over. Digging through more garbage cans awarded Templeton with even more trimmings than he could gather. Salami, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, olives, all snatched up by the greedy rat.
"No more eating a la carte," he thought, "I'll assemble a triple, no, a quadruple decker sandwich piled higher than my head. We'll see how I full I am after THAT!"

He began stacking the pieces: meat on bread, cheese on meat, tomato on cheese. Higher and higher it grew, until the sandwich towered over him.

“Ha,” Templeton chortled, admiring his culinary skyscraper. “Look at it. A monument to my indulgence.”

But as he reached to crown it with a final pickle, the tower began to sway. A tomato slipped. The cheese sagged. His eyes widened as the whole thing collapsed.

Templeton dove open-mouthed toward the avalanche of meat and crumbs. He tried to catch the falling pieces midair, snapping at chunks of hot dog and bread, eyes wild with desperation.

“Can't let, *mmf* a single piece *mmf* go to waste!” he thought as he swallowed each bite he could catch.

In his feeding frenzy, he was not looking where he was running, and his body slapped into something extraordinarily red and juicy. The soft flesh of a halved watermelon. For a second, he blinked, stunned…and then instinct took over and he did what he knew best.

He ate.

Sweet, syrupy juice ran down his chin as he munched and slurped with reckless abandon. He gulped down chunks of watery, sugary flesh like a vacuum. Not even the rind was spared. His stomach let out a hollow gurgle, and then, to Templeton's chagrin, it pushed out.

With a dazed and satisfied look of dreamy satisfaction on his face, his paws grabbed his belly now rounded ever so slightly, almost the size of a golf ball. Firm with the promise of fullness that was almost in reach.

“Well now,” he purred, stroking the curve with both paws, "have I reached my limit?”

He rocked back onto his haunches, stuffed belly settling forward and outward with a gentle pull. The sensation of this level of fullness was foreign, but luscious. The pressure. The slow stretch. It lit something up inside him.

“So this is what it feels like” he said, licking his lips and eyeing the mess of scattered debris across the fairgrounds as far as his eyes could see, “to be bigger than I was just a few moments ago. Oh I could get used to his,” he sighed in pleasure and gazed admiringly down at his bloated gut. A sense of pride washed over him as he examined his rounded belly. An adult man would certainly be full after everything he devoured. The equivalent of a few sandwiches and half a watermelon would be enough to satisfy a human. But this hedonistic rat fantasized about what he could do with more. How he would feel after more? How he would look after more?

"More" was the word that got stuck in Templeton's mind. If his stomach felt this good being this big and full, then he must try to be even "more" big and "more" full.

His stomach let out a loud gurgle, releasing bubbles that titillated Templeton's insides. "C'mon, stomach. You can handle anything! We're not tapping out yet," he said, giving his belly a few playful, encouraging pats. The motion caused a hiccup to escape his throat, which gave way to a new sensation...a deep thirst.

"All of this swallowing has done a number on my throat," he thought, and decided to seek out a cool beverage to lube up his gullet for more carousing.

A few picnic tables away sat a half-empty pitcher of warm, golden beer. Templeton's ears perked up, his tail straightened, his grin widened. With no hesitation, he charged, his bloated belly leading the way as he scampered to the table, hoisting himself up, and dove headfirst into the pitcher.

The beer was definitely still warm, and it felt good to swim in it. He lapped up one gulp, smacked his lips with the yeasty, sweet drink, and began slurping like his life depended on it.

Gulp. Gulp. GULP echoed within the pitcher as the lager drained down his throat. Templeton rested his hands on his stomach and could feel each gulp of beer push out his bloated belly little by little. His stomach grew bigger and bigger in timed-pulses with each swallow, a new sensation that Templeton found to be absolutely delicious.

As the last drop made its way down into his gut, now slightly more distended to the size of a jumbo egg, Templeton leaned back against the side of the pitcher and spread his legs to let his engorged belly spill out in front of him, almost resting up to his chin.

"Oof, *hic*, you really can handle anything," he said lazily and lovingly at his engorged stomach. He put on paw at its peak and squeezed it a few times, which caused his gorge to ripple against his stomach walls.

"Hehe, oh how that tickles *hic*! I'm almost TWICE the rat as when I started. *hic*. Oh, how good it feels to give in, to grow, to expand, to be BIG." 

Still not used to his newly corpulent size, he gave his bloated gut a few appreciating slaps, enjoying the feeling of his feast churning inside him with each rub and grope, and the warm buzz in his head from the beer.

All of that motion in his swirling stomach forced a thundering, frothy BWAAARP out of him.

But this was no ordinary belch.

A perfect, wobbling bubble formed on his lips and swelled until it popped off his mouth and encased him entirely.

Templeton blinked. His little paws pressed against the inside of the sudsy sphere as it floated up, lifting him from the pitcher and into the night sky like a bloated rat balloon. The lights of the fairground sparkled under him.

“Oh, this is rich. I feel both weightless and overweight at the same time...*hic-HILP*!”

The sudden motion of the hiccup caused the bubble that encased him to burst in an instant. Templeton plummeted to the ground landing smack-dab on an old banana; spotty brown, soft, and ripened sweet. The impact launched the banana straight into the air like a spring loaded snack.

He didn’t even think what to do next. His indulgent instincts took over.

He sat up straight. His mouth opened. His back arched. His paws gripped his belly to brace for impact. He caught the whole banana in his jaws and with one massive, desperate gulp...it was gone.


His swollen stomach surged outward, swelling even bigger with a dramatic *GLORP*. Templeton's belly distended both wide out to his sides sides and his middle bulged round and taut, instantly bloating out to the size of a softball.

The force of the banana sliding into the rest of his gorge and the immediate expansion of his gut threw his paws up towards the sky. The banana's impact landing into his stomach released a rush of air up Templeton's throat; a welcome, drunken hiccup escaped.

The now obscenely fattened rat needed a second to take in what just happened. Templeton's paws now rested on what felt to be a dream, an absolutely delicious, intoxicating dream. For the first time in Templeton's life, he now knew what it felt like to be beyond bloated or stuffed. He was now overindulged, over-engorged, and truly ginormous. 

"Ohhh, the pleasure or a good glut. The arousal of being so full. So fat. So BIG. *hic-HILP.*”

That last hefty hiccup made Templeton lose his balance from sitting upright and onto his back, belly jutting into the air and sloshing towards his chin, causing Templeton to moan in ecstasy at the sensation of his feast; the churn of the watermelon, beer, meats, cheeses, and finally the banana for which he's so grateful for, churning around inside him. His tiny limbs flailed at his sides, half-hearted attempts to move which just caused his globular gut to sway even more. He had no control over his massive, undulating frame. 

And he loved it.

“Urgh…” he moaned, low and deep, eyes fluttering. “I feel delectable.”

A satisfied belch rolled out of him, followed by a shameless hiccup. He giggled.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this alive. His whole body pulsed with the feeling of being so HUGE. Of being expanded into so many different directions at once. Of taking up so much space. And the satisfaction that his new size was a result of his own indulgent, decadent tendencies. He's always been a rat that knows what he wants, food being the prime desire. But until he felt the watermelon rest into his belly causing it to push out for the first time, that sweet pressure of fullness, he didn't realize just how much he enjoyed the feeling of growing bigger too. 

“So much inside me,” he whispered, breath quickening, paws resting on the top of his gorge. “And yet...I could go for seconds," he smirked as his eyes locked onto another picnic table covered in a cloth and another feast of more gooey, rotten remains of the day. If only he could waddle there and yank the table cloth down, he'd be set up for his second glutting of the night.

Templeton continued to rub, pat, massage, and play with his sloshing, jiggling belly. His stomach's gorge finally glorped with enough force that his stomach pulled him upright. His gut now sagged towards his feet, and for the first time Templeton could really take in just how round he was...and how tasty the feast just a few feet ahead of him looked.

He stretched an arm up dramatically, the other paw sliding across the curve of his bloated gut like he was admiring a prized possession, and attempted to walk. He arched his back slightly to get some momentum and felt the weight settle deeper into him. The shifting mass gave a juicy squelch as something inside him re-situated. He drunkenly waddled forward with one arm outstretched for balance while the other slide across the curve of his bloat like he was admiring a prized possession. 

His waddle turned into a shuffle as the weight of his glut pulled heavily downwards and he began to lose balance. He stumbled belly-first forward a few feet, his hind paws barely able to keep up with the momentum as he surged towards the next table.

Templeton inched closer and closer to the tablecloth, belly dragging heavily against the ground. His mouth watered, he felt another gurgle of hunger rise from his gut anticipating its next feasting, until his paws finally grasped the tablecloth pulling it while falling forward, and the gorgeous gobs to gobble, down to his level with it. 

"Another buffet beyond my wildest imagination, to make me even BIGGER beyond my wildest imagination." Templeton exclaimed, hoisting himself up to examine the spoils. 

He was now at a 45 degree angle with his arms and chest resting atop the pile of goodies including whole sausages, hard boiled eggs, and more cheese and tomato. At this angle, he relished in the sensation of his gut spilling out in front of him, heftily resting against the ground, and still churning away.

"Ohhh I can't wait to feel all of this inside of me, swelling me bigger and bigger with each bite," he giddily proclaimed with as much excitement as opening presents on Christmas morning, "You're going to make me so FAT. Just wait until Charlotte and Wilbur see just how much I can grow in a single night."

But as Templeton was about to dive in, he raised one paw to his forehead resting another paw on his ballooned belly for balance and comfort, he caught glimpses of what was truly in store for him should be put his mind to it. This is a fairground after all, full of such fattening, greasy, creamy, HEAVY foods like funnel cakes, ice cream, donuts, burgers, french fries, etc. Why should be confine himself to more fixings and trimmings like he already had tonight?

"Well, well, well… what have we here?”He licked his lips slowly, dragging one paw across the swell of his gut, feeling it gurgle and shift as he saw what awaited him across the fairgrounds.

“Sausages slick with oil, bowls full of melted hot fudge sundaes, fries still glistening with lard. Grease… sugar… salt… all so FATTENING, and just waiting for me." Templeton pushed himself away from the pile of food he was resting on, and felt his belly lift off the ground and reposition to resting straight out in front of him.

He breathed it in deep, chest puffed up, tail flicking with excitement, stomach growling. Then, arms flung wide, voice rising like a ringmaster, shouts, "Look what can be found on the ground all around!"

He spun in place like a child in a candy store, arms thrown high over his head. But his belly swung with a mind of its own, flinging outward with momentum, stretching and wobbling like a great fleshy pendulum. It swung so obscenely far forward that it nearly dragged him off balance, sloshing with the contents of his binge.

Then, eyes narrowing toward the awaiting buffet still glistening with sugar and fat in the moonlight, he licked his lips with a crooked grin. “Don’t worry,” he whispers to the food in a sultry moan, “You’ll all be safe and sound… inside me. Making me bigger and bigger with each. Scrumptious. Bite."

With the realization that he's about to balloon up even bigger and fatter than he was in that moment, swelling to proportions he's never thought possible, and the anticipation of Charlotte and Wilbur laying eyes on him the next morning in such a state, he waddled off to not just eat the fair, but to become the fair. 

With each step his belly stretched out and wobbled in front of him, as Templeton gleefully shouted, "The fair really is where a rat can glut, glut, glut, GLUT!"