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Gluttony

Sam Kalowinski was a pig on a mission, ever since he was a little piglet he had a fascination for chocolate - a fact that was shown clearly on his obese waistline and nearly 400 plus pound girth - and had always dreamed of going into a chocolate factory after hours, to have an entire facility all to himself and all that chocolate, now in his late teens that dream had blossomed into an obsession, like a nagging desire that he had to fulfill.

"Well, tonight's the night!" He thought to himself, huddled under a bush next to the Happy Go-Lucky Chocolate Factory's security gates. Sam had spied the factory while driving home one evening from a Fat Finders support group and, almost like fate, Sam new his fantasy would be found in the hallowed halls of that factory.

It had only taken him a week to scout out the place and find that there was no security to speak up, leaving the fence, and apparently, the factory, completely unguarded. After a slight hesitation Sam hops the fence, scraping his arms and belly on the rusted fence slightly. Getting over the fence was no easy task; Sam didn't have the most athletic of bodies and all that way pulling him down made him lose balance at the top, falling flat on his face on the other side.

With a shake of his head to clear away the stars that were floating before his eyes Sam got up and quickly ran to the door expecting that he'd have to break down the door, his heart beat louder and louder in his chest with every step, less in exhaustion and more in anticipation as he nears closer to the door. With a mighty push Sam pushes on the door with all his might but apparently only a little was needed as the door swung open as easily as if it wasn't lock, sending Sam sprawling onto the cold, hard, factory floor.

Another thing that surprised Sam as he got up from the floor was that the factory, though silent on the outside was pretty loud on the inside, machines hummed and buzzed, conveyor belts spun high up overhead and great big lights light up the entire place. Despite all this noise the factory seemed to be completely empty.

All that didn't really register in Sam's brain of course, he was hypnotized by the seemingly never ending supply of chocolates coming out of the machines, dropping into boxes that filled to the point that they overflowed, spilling their sweet treats out onto the floor, some with wrappers others without. With a renewed burst of speed Sam rushed towards the first machine that seemed to put out small chocolate pieces no bigger than the size of pennies.

Sam couldn't help but drool at this site, quickly running to the end and scooping up a huge hoof full and bringing it to his hungry jowls. Before he can dig into the pile of sweets though Sam's ears picks up footsteps approaching his backside, dropping the candy quickly he spins around seeing an odd figure approaching him. The figure was an old rat, in his claw he held his tail, swinging the tail tip around and around the way one might keep himself occupied by twirling a chain. His eyes seemed alert, despite his old age and his hair stuck out in straight strands like he rubbed some kind of hair gel in it to keep it out.

What really threw Sam off though was the he way the stranger was dressed, instead of a worker's or Security Guards uniform, he wore a blue business suit and a top hat with several holes around the top. Instead of a look of anger or concern he wore a dreamy look on his face, like he had just woken up from a nice dream. The stranger approached Sam until he towered over him, having to look down slightly to meet his eyes,

"Good evening, sir" His voice seemed dry and hoarse, "I couldn't help but notice your entrance and thought that if you're that willing to get in here then you should deserve the grand tour!" He emphasized this by throwing his arms in the air, dropping his tail, Sam thought he looked almost like a perfect "Y" when he did that. With a nervous gulp Sam nodded his head in agreement, not sure what this man had in store for him. The rat only smiled, revealing a row of what seemed to be teeth that were too sharp for even for his species and with a wave of his hand beckoned Sam to follow him.

At first, Sam was nervous. Thoughts raced in his head like birds trapped in a bird cage but as the man led him through the halls, showing him the various machines and how they worked he started to relax, even asked if he could try some of the chocolate, which was always answered with a quick "Wait until the end". They must of walked for an hour and no matter how tired Sam got the old Rat seemed to only move quicker, making Sam move in a light jog near the end of the tour,

"Well, here we are!" The rat said to himself gesturing towards a door.

"What's in there?" Sam asked,

"Why, the exit of course" The rat answered seeming slightly annoyed by Sam.

"Wait, you promised there would be chocolate at the end!" Sam said oinking angrily at the old man, he scratched underneath his chin with a bony claw,

"You sure you don't want to just leave? It might be better for you"

"No! You promised me chocolate and damn it! I'm going to get it!" Sam oinked louder, throwing a somewhat childish tantrum at the man. The rat shook his head, and pulled ten pieces of candy out of his pocket,

"Here but don't eat them too fast it could have... consequences" Sam smirked angry at the strange rat and just to spite him took all ten pieces out of his claw and ate them all in one big bite, chewing and swallowing. The rat didn't seem surprised at this act just shook his head again and went through the exit door.

When Sam tried to follow he found that the door was locked, tugging on the door with all his strength but it wouldn't budge,

"That bastard locked me in here as punishment!" Sam shouted out loud to himself but being locked in a factory the entire night was the least of Sam's worries, because not too long after that Sam's skin started to itch like crazy and his stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels inside him,

"Oh no, that bastard poisoned me!" He thought to himself gripping his stomach but soon his skin started to get darker, its pink colour turning darker and darker until it was a brownish colour. Scared that he might have caught something he pulled his shirt up to look at his now solid brown belly.

"Oh, shit, wha-what happened to me!?" He says but soon an intoxicating aroma filled his snout, a smell of light chocolate, looking closely at his hoof he saw that it too was producing the same smell, without really thinking Sam opened his mouth and took a small bite of his hand, expecting pain or something but instead he crunched a finger with no pain and the only thing that oozed out was melted chocolate.

Sam chewed on it for a while and when he swallowed he swore that it was the most delicious chocolate he has ever tasted! This prompted him to take another bite, and another, and another and before long his entire hand was gone, eaten by himself. Where his bones were seemed to be replaced by hard candy, candy canes perhaps? Candy Bones? He chuckled, it seems that candy he ate from the rat was magical and turned his entire body into various chocolate pieces!

There was no little voice telling him he should stop, no pain, just the taste of that delicious chocolate, his brain - which Sam swore was probably at this time literally marshmallow fluff - didn't seem to give out any impulses to stop, so Sam ate on, leaving his hand for now and thrusting his only other hand into his stomach pulling out a chunk - and several "organs" all composed of bubblegum, licorice, and various other candies - and chewing on it drooling at the delicious flavor. As he continued eating the only thought that seemed to ring in his head was, "Must continue eating! So delicious! More candy! More! More! MORE!"

As Sam continued to eat himself he noticed the Rat standing by the door again watching, only this time he was different, some of his fur had peeled away revealing muscle and bone, his eyes where sunken deep into its sockets and glossy, he wore a smile on his face but closer viewing would of shown that it wasn't a smile at all, just that his lips had rotted away long ago.

Sam registered all this but didn't seem to care as he pulled his own licorice tail off his rear, chomping it and looking over at the decomposing rat, just standing there and smiling his forever smile, he thought he even heard the rat say something,

"I gave you a chance to leave but you gave into gluttony" He had said in that same dry hoarse voice but Sam only heard a little of it for he pulled off one of his own ears chomping it down in a single bite while all around him his body bled melted chocolate that Sam made a mental note to lick up, after he's done eating of course.

-Two days later-

As the sun gently rose to greet the day as wolf pulls up to the factory in is truck, looking up at the old broken windows rusted up doors and dirty signs. Sighing to himself he opened the gate with the keys he was given, he hated having to search this old abandoned buildings making sure no one is squatting in them but it put food on his plate and paid his bills.

With some assistance from a can of oil the gate swung upon on hinges barely hanging in there and drove in. The factory was big and he knew it would take more than an hour to search everywhere with a sigh he sorted through the five keys to the factory finally finding one that opened the main door. What he saw next he would later describe to the news and police as one of the most gruesome sights he has ever seen.

when he opened that door he was confronted with a pig, laying on his back, half eaten from the waist down, organs splayed out and blood all over him -as it was the floor - one hand holding a clump of his face while in his mouth he had one of his own ribs, lodged in his throat and a big dopey smile on his face.