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I had fun writing this . Nothing like a good ol Templeton story to get the writing juices flowing.", "writing": "In the years to come, Templeton fervently enjoyed his return to the fair for the third time. In the back of his mind, fattening up with Wilbur's slops was only training compared to the abundant treasures to gorge on when at the fair. Being fantastically overstuffed and over bloated more than a rat should be, Templeton made an early retirement to the pen while it was still dark. But not without bringing with him a monumental amount of food to gorge on while he rested with the good company of Wilbur and Aranea, one of Charlotte's three children who decided to stay on the farm. \n\nLeaning against Wilbur's side, the blithe rat funneled a whole hotdog down his gapping maw; patting his tremendous sloshing stomach and sloppily grinning to Aranea. \"You see kiddo, this is why this fair is a rat's paradise. Hot dogs, cotton candy, pudding, corn, pizza, chocolate bananas. Oh yes, it can be found, on the ground, all around.\"\n\nAranea giggled at the content look on the fat rat's face. \"I can see that. This certainly is your home away from home.\" \n\nTempleton licked his chops while placing a pan of funnel cake on his belly. \"It's much more than that. Only the finest glutting can be found at a fair.\"\n\n\"It seems like it. Too bad the wife and kids couldn't of came. I'm sure they'd like it here.\"\n\n\"Those rambunctious rascals wouldn't be able to sit still let alone keep out of sight. Maybe when they're older they could come.\"\n\nFinishing the funnel cake, Templeton licked his paws of the remaining powdered sugar. \"And now for an early desert.\"\n\nPulling toward him an opened box of chocolate cupcakes, the rat proceeded to down the sugary treats with ease. While he ate, the body of the box caught Aranea's interest. \"Has it been three times that you've came to the fair Templeton?\"\n\nGulping down the hefty cupcake, Templeton gasped in delight. \"Oh yes, and a rich three times it's been.\"\n\n\"And, does this box of cupcakes look at all familiar to you?\"\n\nTempleton grinned while examining a cupcake. \"They're my favorite brand. I always look out for these whenever I come here.\" Popping one whole into his maw, he savored it's creamy sweetness with much relish. \n\n\"One more question, not that it really matters, but has the thought ever occurred to you, where these foods come from?\"\n\nThe thought sent a series of burbles throughout Templeton's stomach. \"Hmm, now there's something to think about. Truth be told, no, it didn't. I have everything I need here, so, it never occurred to me where the source was.\"\n\nAt this, Aranea gave a sly grin, which oddly made the rat uncomfortable, causing him to rub his belly for comfort. \"What are you getting at Aranea?\"\n\n\"Well, how would you feel, if I told you I know where the source of your favorite cupcakes are?\"\n\nNeeding no definite answer from Templeton, the rat's stomach growling was all she needed to go on. \"I'll take that as an answer. Anyways, it was while we drove over here on Zuckerman's truck, that I spotted an enormous building with that logo on the side,\" she pointed at the logo on the box. \"Also, there were massive trucks parked outside of it, no doubt to ship all the loads upon loads of cupcakes out to the public.\"\n\nThe thought of there being loads of cupcakes within the enormous building caused Templeton's mouth to water. \"Go on.\"\n\n\"In a building that size there must be thousands of them. So, would you be interested in leaving the fair for a bit to check it out? It's not too far off after all.\"\n\nDespite his bloated size, the opportunity for thousands of cupcakes to eat, maybe even more, was simply too good to pass up. \"Please lead the way, I'm getting excited just thinking about it.\"\n\n\"Hmm, though, what about Wilbur. Should we just leave him alone?\"\n\n\"He'll be fine. He's nice and asleep anyhow. If it's not as far as you say then we should be back soon.\"\n\nRolling onto his belly, the fat rat proceeded to follow Aranea. Lifting himself over the wooden plank was arduous with no thanks to the added weight from his feast, but eventually he made it over. Though pulling himself for an extended period of time began tiring him out, Aranea's list of sweets the factory might have kept him going. Thankfully, she was correct in her estimation of the buildings distance. Struggling to pull his bloated body through the front gate, Templeton managed to wiggle his way through. Such as any rat, he would prove he could fit through anything he could stick his head into. \n\n\"Wow,\" said Aranea, \"this place really is massive up close.\"\n\nHuffing and puffing, Templeton took some time to rest. \"Hope it's…filled with…food. So…tired…and hungry.\"\n\nAranea giggled at the panting rat. \"Come on Templeton, almost there. No pain no gain mister, get those arms and legs moving.\" \n\nNot too keen on Aranea's role as a fitness instructor, Templeton glared at her as he groggily continued. Crawling through a vent on the side of the building, he exited through the other side and entered a dimly lit area. The size of the machines intimidated Templeton slightly, as conveyor belts, knobs, and levers seemed to be spread out in all directions. Suddenly, once stepping into the center of the building, he was met with a cornucopia of bliss. Aranea was indeed right, there were a ton of opened crates of what seemed to be filled with cupcakes, but not only that, but also slices of cake within small plastic containers. To his right and left were large refrigerators stretching down the building, filled large finely decorated cakes, some three times taller than him. More to the center area were the conveyor belts which carried more boxes of cupcakes, and behind it, an enormous vat filled with white sugary butter cream used to fill the cupcakes. \n\nThe joyous sight of all these sweets sent a waterfall of drool seeping down his mouth. So much, the rat had to use an arm to wipe it all off. \"You were right Aranea. We found the source.\"\n\n\"Hehe, well, I found it anyway. You'd still be at the fair eating scraps.\"\n\n\"True, but it'd be a night to remember none the less.\"\n\n\"So, what are you waiting for, haha. Are you gunna enjoy yourself or not?\"\n\nThe question had an obvious answer. Waddling over to the crates in joy, he used a couple of small boxes to reach the top. Leaping inside the crate, he opened box after box of cupcakes, ripped off the wrappers, and proceeded to voraciously stuff all a sundry into his gapping maw. The flow of sugary sweets caused his belly to burble in delight; glad to of finally had some nourishment after so much exercise. A fed stomach, is a happy stomach after all, and boy did Templeton feed it. Soon, the continuous gorge of cupcakes left him moaning in pleasure. Tipping over the crate with his sheer weight, he plopped on the floor in a symphony of sloshes, grinning as the added belly fat to his back sloshed and rolled on top of him. \n\n\"Oooh, so much sweets, all gorged so quickly. And there's still so much more to go.\"\n\nAranea giggled at the rat's blissful attitude toward over eating. \"Well, don't keep your stomach waiting.\"\n\nFollowing her orders, he moved into position more boxes to climb on. Now dropping into a crate with packaged cake slices, he opened one at a time, swallowing the strawberry glazed syrup strawberries into his mouth whole, then devouring the remainder of cake. Each crate held it's own welcoming surprise. Sometimes it was chocolate cake, sometimes it was vanilla. Sometimes there were glazed banana slices, sometimes it was cherries or strawberries. The constant trickle of different flavors sent his taste buds on a wild ride, as well as created a party in his growing overburdened gut. More loud than his incessant munching and smacking of his lips as he licked any remnant of icing, was his groaning belly which gained in size with each cake he ate. \n\nUpon finishing the final crate in the room (not counting the ones on the conveyor belt), Templeton was practically an over gorged blob of a rat, whose belly was fat enough to nearly break open the front of the crate, and even break it as Templeton added more pressure. Resting and licking his lips however, he clenched at his blubbery swell with a paw, and shook it away. His chubby face smiling at the rich sloshes that emanated from it. \n\n\"*Hic* What a glut. *Hic* Never have I had so many sweets in my life. *Hic* All of it so wonderful and creamy *Hic*, and there's still plenty more where that came from. Ooh, I'm not *Hic* sure my stomach can handle all of it.\"\n\n\"Oh please,\" said Aranea, \"Is this the same rat who told me his stomach can handle anything? Though, you are bigger than any rodent I've ever seen before, I'm sure at this point there's nothing you can't handle.\"\n\nSlightly blushing, Templeton patted his belly and hiccupped. The force in which he patted was enough to burst the crate open, which then sent him falling back, causing his glut to slosh over him. Fighting against the wave of his body, he pushed his stomach forward, allowing him to stand upright and waddle over to the fridges. Now a larger rat, he would deal with larger cakes. Opening up the fridge, he was careful to only pull each cake out so it wouldn't fall on top of him. For the higher cakes, they would have to, but not without Templeton taking a chunk out of them before they would spill over his belly and smack his face. Playing gluttonous janitor to clean up the mess wasn't a difficult task however. \n\nOnce again, the various flavors of all these fresh cakes made his stomach burble and bubble with ecstasy. The pleasant cream practically melted in his mouth with each and every bite, especially the banana cream, which delighted him to envision his first time at the fair, when he swallowed that banana whole and ballooned in size. The past however couldn't compare to the present. \n\nThough it took quite a long time, eating caused time to go by fast, as he finished up the final cake from the final fridge. Leaning back against a fridge, he gained a bit in height to compensate for his massively titanic belly. Rubbing all he could, it undulated about while sickeningly burbling and bubbling as he rubbed his paws through the soft layers of fat. His smug face, nearly sinking into his body, grinned in delight. \"*Hic* Now for the final touch,\" he said looking to the vat. How he'd ever get up there was beyond him however. \n\nAranea thought the same thing, but thanks to her meticulous eye she found a solution. \"Here you go,\" she stood on top of a hose distending from the side. \"I think you'd just have to press this and the cream comes out.\"\n\nSloppily giving a sly grin to his clever friend, Templeton waddled over. Sitting down, back leaning against the vat, he put a paw to his gelatinous belly and one to the trigger of the nozzle. Without thinking he pulled the trigger, and a waterfall of some of the finest butter cream he ever tasted began filling him instantly. Entranced in this gluttonous utopia, Templeton blithely relaxed as his stomach continued bloating further and further. \n\n=====\n\nAbout an hour and a half passed until Templeton was too full to go on. Though just finishing the cupcakes in the beginning was equivalent to a good night at the fair, Templeton wanted to glut on as much as he could before he had to leave. Fortunately, things went exactly as planned, and not so much. Fueled by his insatiable lust for overeating, the rat gorged on so much he couldn't even leave the same way he came. So opening a garage he then waddle outside, and into the back of a small van filled with even more cupcakes and cake slices. \n\nEasily popping each and every one into his mouth, he conversed with Aranea about the night. \"*Hic* I don't know how I'm going to get back to the fair now. I'm so *Hic* fat you'd have to be blind not to notice me.\"\n\n\"I'll say,\" said Aranea resting atop of Templeton's head. \"You're so fat you take up most of the space in here.\"\n\nIt was a truth Templeton couldn't help but snicker over. Finishing half of the vat of butter cream, Templeton's stomach had grown in size so much, some of it pressed against the other side of the van. Becoming quite the blob of a rat, his ability to eat wasn't hindered at all. And if he was still able to stuff food in his mouth, he'd do so with great relish. \n\n\"Well, I'm sure we'll think *Hic* of something. In the meantime, would you like some?\" He handed her a slice of cake. \n\n\"No thanks, it's way too big for me.\"\n\n\"Suit yourself.\" Templeton stuffed it into his mouth, and after finishing the final cake, he wiped his mouth, relaxed further into the van, and closed his eyes. \"Let me know when you have *Hic* some kind of plan. Otherwise I guess I could go to the toy store down *Hic* the street and imitate a plushy.\"\n\n\"Will do. Just get your rest for now, I'm coming up with something.\"\n\nRelaxing further, the rat's belly greatly pressed against the side of the van. Holding in further hiccups, his body wobbled and sloshed about. With a content smile and belly full of indigested gorge, it wasn't long until the rat entered the blissful state of slumber. Resting his paws atop of his belly, the soft tissue of fat sent pleasing thoughts into his head, as patted and rubbed at his new corpulence in his dreams.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the years to come, Templeton fervently enjoyed his return to the fair for the third time. In the back of his mind, fattening up with Wilbur's slops was only training compared to the abundant treasures to gorge on when at the fair. Being fantastically overstuffed and over bloated more than a rat should be, Templeton made an early retirement to the pen while it was still dark. But not without bringing with him a monumental amount of food to gorge on while he rested with the good company of Wilbur and Aranea, one of Charlotte's three children who decided to stay on the farm.

Leaning against Wilbur's side, the blithe rat funneled a whole hotdog down his gapping maw; patting his tremendous sloshing stomach and sloppily grinning to Aranea. "You see kiddo, this is why this fair is a rat's paradise. Hot dogs, cotton candy, pudding, corn, pizza, chocolate bananas. Oh yes, it can be found, on the ground, all around."

Aranea giggled at the content look on the fat rat's face. "I can see that. This certainly is your home away from home."

Templeton licked his chops while placing a pan of funnel cake on his belly. "It's much more than that. Only the finest glutting can be found at a fair."

"It seems like it. Too bad the wife and kids couldn't of came. I'm sure they'd like it here."

"Those rambunctious rascals wouldn't be able to sit still let alone keep out of sight. Maybe when they're older they could come."

Finishing the funnel cake, Templeton licked his paws of the remaining powdered sugar. "And now for an early desert."

Pulling toward him an opened box of chocolate cupcakes, the rat proceeded to down the sugary treats with ease. While he ate, the body of the box caught Aranea's interest. "Has it been three times that you've came to the fair Templeton?"

Gulping down the hefty cupcake, Templeton gasped in delight. "Oh yes, and a rich three times it's been."

"And, does this box of cupcakes look at all familiar to you?"

Templeton grinned while examining a cupcake. "They're my favorite brand. I always look out for these whenever I come here." Popping one whole into his maw, he savored it's creamy sweetness with much relish.

"One more question, not that it really matters, but has the thought ever occurred to you, where these foods come from?"

The thought sent a series of burbles throughout Templeton's stomach. "Hmm, now there's something to think about. Truth be told, no, it didn't. I have everything I need here, so, it never occurred to me where the source was."

At this, Aranea gave a sly grin, which oddly made the rat uncomfortable, causing him to rub his belly for comfort. "What are you getting at Aranea?"

"Well, how would you feel, if I told you I know where the source of your favorite cupcakes are?"

Needing no definite answer from Templeton, the rat's stomach growling was all she needed to go on. "I'll take that as an answer. Anyways, it was while we drove over here on Zuckerman's truck, that I spotted an enormous building with that logo on the side," she pointed at the logo on the box. "Also, there were massive trucks parked outside of it, no doubt to ship all the loads upon loads of cupcakes out to the public."

The thought of there being loads of cupcakes within the enormous building caused Templeton's mouth to water. "Go on."

"In a building that size there must be thousands of them. So, would you be interested in leaving the fair for a bit to check it out? It's not too far off after all."

Despite his bloated size, the opportunity for thousands of cupcakes to eat, maybe even more, was simply too good to pass up. "Please lead the way, I'm getting excited just thinking about it."

"Hmm, though, what about Wilbur. Should we just leave him alone?"

"He'll be fine. He's nice and asleep anyhow. If it's not as far as you say then we should be back soon."

Rolling onto his belly, the fat rat proceeded to follow Aranea. Lifting himself over the wooden plank was arduous with no thanks to the added weight from his feast, but eventually he made it over. Though pulling himself for an extended period of time began tiring him out, Aranea's list of sweets the factory might have kept him going. Thankfully, she was correct in her estimation of the buildings distance. Struggling to pull his bloated body through the front gate, Templeton managed to wiggle his way through. Such as any rat, he would prove he could fit through anything he could stick his head into.

"Wow," said Aranea, "this place really is massive up close."

Huffing and puffing, Templeton took some time to rest. "Hope it's…filled with…food. So…tired…and hungry."

Aranea giggled at the panting rat. "Come on Templeton, almost there. No pain no gain mister, get those arms and legs moving."

Not too keen on Aranea's role as a fitness instructor, Templeton glared at her as he groggily continued. Crawling through a vent on the side of the building, he exited through the other side and entered a dimly lit area. The size of the machines intimidated Templeton slightly, as conveyor belts, knobs, and levers seemed to be spread out in all directions. Suddenly, once stepping into the center of the building, he was met with a cornucopia of bliss. Aranea was indeed right, there were a ton of opened crates of what seemed to be filled with cupcakes, but not only that, but also slices of cake within small plastic containers. To his right and left were large refrigerators stretching down the building, filled large finely decorated cakes, some three times taller than him. More to the center area were the conveyor belts which carried more boxes of cupcakes, and behind it, an enormous vat filled with white sugary butter cream used to fill the cupcakes.

The joyous sight of all these sweets sent a waterfall of drool seeping down his mouth. So much, the rat had to use an arm to wipe it all off. "You were right Aranea. We found the source."

"Hehe, well, I found it anyway. You'd still be at the fair eating scraps."

"True, but it'd be a night to remember none the less."

"So, what are you waiting for, haha. Are you gunna enjoy yourself or not?"

The question had an obvious answer. Waddling over to the crates in joy, he used a couple of small boxes to reach the top. Leaping inside the crate, he opened box after box of cupcakes, ripped off the wrappers, and proceeded to voraciously stuff all a sundry into his gapping maw. The flow of sugary sweets caused his belly to burble in delight; glad to of finally had some nourishment after so much exercise. A fed stomach, is a happy stomach after all, and boy did Templeton feed it. Soon, the continuous gorge of cupcakes left him moaning in pleasure. Tipping over the crate with his sheer weight, he plopped on the floor in a symphony of sloshes, grinning as the added belly fat to his back sloshed and rolled on top of him.

"Oooh, so much sweets, all gorged so quickly. And there's still so much more to go."

Aranea giggled at the rat's blissful attitude toward over eating. "Well, don't keep your stomach waiting."

Following her orders, he moved into position more boxes to climb on. Now dropping into a crate with packaged cake slices, he opened one at a time, swallowing the strawberry glazed syrup strawberries into his mouth whole, then devouring the remainder of cake. Each crate held it's own welcoming surprise. Sometimes it was chocolate cake, sometimes it was vanilla. Sometimes there were glazed banana slices, sometimes it was cherries or strawberries. The constant trickle of different flavors sent his taste buds on a wild ride, as well as created a party in his growing overburdened gut. More loud than his incessant munching and smacking of his lips as he licked any remnant of icing, was his groaning belly which gained in size with each cake he ate.

Upon finishing the final crate in the room (not counting the ones on the conveyor belt), Templeton was practically an over gorged blob of a rat, whose belly was fat enough to nearly break open the front of the crate, and even break it as Templeton added more pressure. Resting and licking his lips however, he clenched at his blubbery swell with a paw, and shook it away. His chubby face smiling at the rich sloshes that emanated from it.

"*Hic* What a glut. *Hic* Never have I had so many sweets in my life. *Hic* All of it so wonderful and creamy *Hic*, and there's still plenty more where that came from. Ooh, I'm not *Hic* sure my stomach can handle all of it."

"Oh please," said Aranea, "Is this the same rat who told me his stomach can handle anything? Though, you are bigger than any rodent I've ever seen before, I'm sure at this point there's nothing you can't handle."

Slightly blushing, Templeton patted his belly and hiccupped. The force in which he patted was enough to burst the crate open, which then sent him falling back, causing his glut to slosh over him. Fighting against the wave of his body, he pushed his stomach forward, allowing him to stand upright and waddle over to the fridges. Now a larger rat, he would deal with larger cakes. Opening up the fridge, he was careful to only pull each cake out so it wouldn't fall on top of him. For the higher cakes, they would have to, but not without Templeton taking a chunk out of them before they would spill over his belly and smack his face. Playing gluttonous janitor to clean up the mess wasn't a difficult task however.

Once again, the various flavors of all these fresh cakes made his stomach burble and bubble with ecstasy. The pleasant cream practically melted in his mouth with each and every bite, especially the banana cream, which delighted him to envision his first time at the fair, when he swallowed that banana whole and ballooned in size. The past however couldn't compare to the present.

Though it took quite a long time, eating caused time to go by fast, as he finished up the final cake from the final fridge. Leaning back against a fridge, he gained a bit in height to compensate for his massively titanic belly. Rubbing all he could, it undulated about while sickeningly burbling and bubbling as he rubbed his paws through the soft layers of fat. His smug face, nearly sinking into his body, grinned in delight. "*Hic* Now for the final touch," he said looking to the vat. How he'd ever get up there was beyond him however.

Aranea thought the same thing, but thanks to her meticulous eye she found a solution. "Here you go," she stood on top of a hose distending from the side. "I think you'd just have to press this and the cream comes out."

Sloppily giving a sly grin to his clever friend, Templeton waddled over. Sitting down, back leaning against the vat, he put a paw to his gelatinous belly and one to the trigger of the nozzle. Without thinking he pulled the trigger, and a waterfall of some of the finest butter cream he ever tasted began filling him instantly. Entranced in this gluttonous utopia, Templeton blithely relaxed as his stomach continued bloating further and further.

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About an hour and a half passed until Templeton was too full to go on. Though just finishing the cupcakes in the beginning was equivalent to a good night at the fair, Templeton wanted to glut on as much as he could before he had to leave. Fortunately, things went exactly as planned, and not so much. Fueled by his insatiable lust for overeating, the rat gorged on so much he couldn't even leave the same way he came. So opening a garage he then waddle outside, and into the back of a small van filled with even more cupcakes and cake slices.

Easily popping each and every one into his mouth, he conversed with Aranea about the night. "*Hic* I don't know how I'm going to get back to the fair now. I'm so *Hic* fat you'd have to be blind not to notice me."

"I'll say," said Aranea resting atop of Templeton's head. "You're so fat you take up most of the space in here."

It was a truth Templeton couldn't help but snicker over. Finishing half of the vat of butter cream, Templeton's stomach had grown in size so much, some of it pressed against the other side of the van. Becoming quite the blob of a rat, his ability to eat wasn't hindered at all. And if he was still able to stuff food in his mouth, he'd do so with great relish.

"Well, I'm sure we'll think *Hic* of something. In the meantime, would you like some?" He handed her a slice of cake.

"No thanks, it's way too big for me."

"Suit yourself." Templeton stuffed it into his mouth, and after finishing the final cake, he wiped his mouth, relaxed further into the van, and closed his eyes. "Let me know when you have *Hic* some kind of plan. Otherwise I guess I could go to the toy store down *Hic* the street and imitate a plushy."

"Will do. Just get your rest for now, I'm coming up with something."

Relaxing further, the rat's belly greatly pressed against the side of the van. Holding in further hiccups, his body wobbled and sloshed about. With a content smile and belly full of indigested gorge, it wasn't long until the rat entered the blissful state of slumber. Resting his paws atop of his belly, the soft tissue of fat sent pleasing thoughts into his head, as patted and rubbed at his new corpulence in his dreams.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Templeton and the Cake Factory", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/gif", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "0", "rating_name": "General", "ratings": [], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "147" }