Part 2 of my “little” lab rat sequence I had to throw in the “mobility device breaks down” trope because I’m a sucker for that one lol

< prev

And the second half of the Wings of Fire story is nearly done!

Enjoy :)

As the study came to an end, the scientists found themselves faced with a rat unlike any they had encountered before. Once a lean and active creature, she had practically melted into a blob of gluttony and sloth, her body swollen with excess lard and her muscles practically nonexistent from disuse.

She had long passed the threshold of immobility, first struggling with her weak, flabby limbs to move under the weight of her own bulk, her underused muscles straining against the burden of her colossal frame. Then as time wore on, even the most basic of movements became impossible for her. Her plump, chubby paws could no longer even reach the floor past her bulging, sagging gut, leaving her entirely dependent on the care of the researchers.

However, this unique figure had given the scientists an idea, a chance to explore the limits of her laziness and the impact of her newfound immobility. It had been proven time and time again that rats were remarkably adept at learning to drive small vehicles, navigating complex mazes with ease and even continuing to drive for fun long after any reward had been removed.

And so, with the study at an end and the rat's future uncertain, the scientists decided to put her to the test. They introduced her to a small, modified remote control car, modified to be operated by a rat's paw. At first, she showed little interest, her lethargy and disinterest in physical activity evident in her extremely sluggish movements and lack of enthusiasm.

But as the days passed and her caretakers gradually withdrew their attention and care, no longer feeding her by hand round the clock, something remarkable began to happen. With no one to sate her constant cravings for fatty, greasy high calorie food paste, the rat's practically dormant survival instincts kicked in, driving her to seek out a way to regain some semblance of mobility and control over her eating schedule.

And so, still reluctant to do anything at all, the obese lab rat began to explore the controls of the vehicle that her blubbery gut had been plopped down on top of. Tentatively at first, but with growing confidence as she discovered the new power in reach of her sluggish, chubby paws, she grew more adept at maneuvering the vehicle, her movements becoming smoother and more coordinated as she adapted to her new mode of transportation.

With her newfound ability to move about her enclosure again in her vehicle, the obese lab rat's world expanded exponentially. No longer confined to her nest of soft bedding, she roamed effortlessly, her vehicle enabling her laziness while she explored every corner of her domain in search of sustenance.

And sustenance she found, in quantities greater than she had ever imagined. The scientists, eager to encourage her newfound mobility, had begun offering more food than ever before in dozens of new feeders, tempting her with an endless buffet of treats and delicacies in the hopes of coaxing her into using the vehicle.

Their plan worked spectacularly. Freed from the constraints of her immobility, the rat's appetite knew no bounds. No longer reliant on the scientists to hand feed her, she could now drive herself over to the food troughs whenever she pleased, gorging herself with abandon until her belly bulged with fatty food.

As the days passed, her weight began to skyrocket once more, her already bloated form expanding at an alarming rate under the onslaught of her greedy appetite. Her growing mass strained against the integrity of her vehicle, weighed down by the sheer heft of her obesity.

After she’d finished clearing out one feeder, licking the trough clean so as not to miss a single precious calorie, the rat was already looking to the next course of her practically non stop feast. With a weak, flabby limb, the obese lab rat pawed at the accelerator of her faithful vehicle, the pedal nearly buried beneath the ever growing sea of lard that spread beneath and around her. With a sputter and a groan, the car lurched forward haltingly, the choppy motion causing the copious reserves of fat on every part of her blubbery frame to undulate and wobble wildly.

Driven by her insatiable hunger, the rat pressed on, her eyes fixed on the food troughs ahead, her soft, doughy limbs straining to even make the bare minimum of exertion necessary to keep the pedals pressed down. Each sluggish movement sent ripples cascading through the layers of fat that encased her body. Despite the growing chorus of protesting groans and cracks from her overworked mobility device, she drove on, her insatiable hunger driving her ever forward in search of her next meal.

Her massive, lard swollen gut sagged heavily over the sides of the poor vehicle, sagging in all directions like a blob of melting ice cream. Despite her elevated position atop the car, her immense weight threatened to pull her sagging gut down to drag across the floor once more.

With each labored breath, the rat's bloated belly quivered and wobbled, the excess fat rippling like waves on a pond. Her body was a mass of flabby flesh, oozing over her faithful vehicle like a landslide of excess, the sheer bulk of her obesity pressing against the strained plastic.

But then, without warning, disaster struck. With a sickening crack, the roof of her vehicle collapsed inward, unable to bear the weight of the immensely obese rat any longer. The car ground to a sudden halt, the motors whirring uselessly as the wreckage groaned under the strain of her immense bulk.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the labored wheezing of the rat as she struggled to catch her breath. Then, her spoiled, pampered attitude resurfacing the instant she was no longer being enabled by technology, she began producing needy squeaks and squeals between each heavy, wheezing breath, demanding attention from the scientists, more food, and a more robust vehicle, preferably all of the above.

< prev