Templeton Eats Charlotte and Wilbur

As simple as it would have been to just keep gorging himself on the fairway, Templeton knew that would never be enough. He needed something a bit heartier, and more satisfying.

And he had a bone to pick with a couple of his "friends" from Zuckerman's farm.

With an excited shiver, he began dragging himself back towards Wilbur's pen. Thanks to his relentless gorge, he was quite a bit larger than he had been when they arrived, and his stomach ached for a challenge. He'd swallow the dumb spider first, of course, and then he'd swallow Wilbur himself, without even bothering to chew. They'd beg for him to release them, and he'd ignore their shouts while his satisfied belly slowly digested them both.

He moaned with ecstasy just from thinking about it.

It took him the better part of the day to drag himself across the fair, and he was forced to nap during most of the daylight hours. While he slept, his belly digested the most of the previous night's binge, increasing his size further and making him all the more ravenously hungry.

He arrived at the pen just after the sun went down. Wilbur and Charlotte were talking quietly, with Charlotte resting on Wilbur's snout. They were in the perfect position for Templeton to gobble them both up in one go. But no, he thought- he'd still eat the spider first.

He poked his head through the slats of the fence and announced himself with a sour belch. It only reminded him how empty his stomach was.

"To be honest, we weren't expecting you to come back," Charlotte sniffed. Templeton ignored her as he hauled his massive bulk over the fence and collapsed into the pen. His fat hid his smirk at Charlotte and Wilbur's gasps of surprise and revulsion. He was easily as big as Wilbur now, and soon, he'd be even bigger.

"Miss me?" he slurred, as he dragged himself towards them. As he moved, what little food was left in his belly sloshed from side to side. The pig and the spider had no idea what danger they were in as they both made disparaging remarks about his ample waistline.

"The word worked," said Wilbur. "So what made you come back this time?" Templeton was now nose-to-nose with him. Charlotte's delectable, furry little body was millimeters away.

"Goodbye, Charlotte," he said huskily. And before she could ask what that meant, he'd stretched his neck forward, opened his mouth wide, and grabbed her.

"What are you doing!?" Wilbur shouted, as Templeton swallowed with a noisy gulp. Charlotte's eight legs tickled his throat all the way down, but she was so small that he couldn't even feel it when she dropped into his cavernous gut. His stomach rumbled irritably, desperate for something bigger. Templeton smiled lazily as Wilbur moved to attack him.

"Goodbye, my humble Wilbur!" he crowed. He opened his mouth even wider and caught Wilbur's snout between his teeth. Once he had a good hold, he began to swallow ravenously, sucking Wilbur's head in first and then his shoulders and front legs. Templeton's front legs clutched his belly as it exploded in size, while his back legs kicked impotently at the air. His eyes rolled back into his head as he continued to swallow, devouring Wilbur whole in a matter of minutes. Once most of the pig's body was pressed into his gut, his struggles shifted Templeton's center of gravity, swinging him into a more or less upright position. Wilbur's hind legs kicked feebly straight up into nothing but air. Aided by gravity, Templeton barely had to swallow at all as Wilbur's legs slid down into his belly with the rest of him.

His stomach closed over the huge load with a noisy squelch.

Stunned by the size of the gorge, Templeton sat completely still, as if by moving or taking any more than the shallowest of breaths, his stomach might explode. He hadn't eaten anything that was alive, or nearly as large, so the shudder of Wilbur's breathing and heartbeat made his stomach still in confusion. It was several minutes before Templeton dared to give his stomach a tentative pat. His stomach, swollen and taut as it was, was incredibly sensitive, and it shuddered at the touch.

"I did it," he finally whispered. His belly quivered. "I did it!" he said, more loudly. He was so full that he couldn't even move, so stuffed that he couldn't even feel the pain of fullness anymore, and he didn't care. He sat right in the middle of Wilbur's pen, swollen to bursting, bragging to the world that he was the first ever rat to swallow a whole pig and live to tell the tale.

Some panicked, barely audible noises bled out from his middle. Either Wilbur or Charlotte was trying to talk to him. He laughed with delight that they were completely muffled by his stomach and his bulging fat.

"You want me to let you out?" he slurred, rubbing his belly. "Too bad." Finally sated after days of gorging himself, he belched deeply, allowing himself to enjoy Wilbur's taste.

"Mmm," he told his stomach as he belched again and relished the sweet flavor. "That buttermilk bath really does work."

That seemed to be the last indignity for Wilbur, because suddenly there was a large bump inside Templeton's stomach, and he was knocked off balance, rolling to one side. He giggled as he rolled helplessly for a few feet, his chubby and useless arms and legs flailing in the air, before he ended up on his back, his gut swaying proudly. Wilbur did it again, and he rolled to the other side of the pen before crashing with an enormous hiccup.

"Stop- hic- it," he laughed. "You're- hic- making me- hiiiicc- hiccup."

The third time, Templeton ended up propped in a corner, the perfect place to sleep off his enormous meal. Luckily for him, Wilbur was tiring out, and his movements were getting sluggish. He was running out of air. Clutching his belly tightly with both paws, Templeton let out one more satisfied belch, and groaned with delight as Wilbur slowed to a halt. Templeton's stomach gurgled richly, and digestion began to take hold. As the rest of the food in his stomach sloshed around Wilbur's unbelievably heavy body, Templeton felt over-stuffed, over-sated, and most of all, unbearably sleepy.

He rested his head and paws on his belly and fell into the deepest sleep of his life.