Splinter sighed as he continued rubbing the fat the enveloped his body. He wondered when his sons would get back with the pizza delivery, he was really getting hungry... again. Splinter was definitely packing on the pounds after his mutation into a giant rat. A pot belly covered his once proud six pack, his biceps drooped with fat overcoming muscle, his butt morphed into two basketballs of concentrated adipose, and his face looked more akin to a chipmunk than a rat. Splinter's weight only increased after his sons discovered pizza, they'd bring some to Splinter and watched as he inhaled pie after pie. Soon, Splinter ballooned up into the rotund rodent father he is today. Bigger than a pickup truck and fatter than... actually none were as fat as Splinter, he said he was going to try and lose weight when the Shredder was defeated. Well that was nearly six years ago and still no weight loss. If anything Splinter looked to be getting fatter, if he wasn't immobile before, he definitely was now. And quite frankly, he wouldn't have it any other way. The sound of the door drew Splinter's attention as he saw two of his most reliable resources for food, that being Leonardo and Michelangelo, carrying dozens of take out bags. Splinter mouth being watering as the aroma hit his nose. Splinter's stomach told it was ready to feast.