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Meeting a plump female stoat, he takes her offer to join her in a food competition as her new partner. Jumping at the opportunity, Jasper witnesses his first gorging of a lifetime, with hopefully more to come. \n\nYet another chapter in Jaser Fat Weasel's story . To clarify in case any were wondering, this was an interactive story, meaning I had to leave the ending open to anyone else willing to contribute to it. It's a system kinda thing on writing.com. This was the last chapter I've written, so I have to pick it up again . No more interactive story system from here on", "description_bbcode_parsed": "After quiting his job, Jasper talks a walk to mull things over. Meeting a plump female stoat, he takes her offer to join her in a food competition as her new partner. Jumping at the opportunity, Jasper witnesses his first gorging of a lifetime, with hopefully more to come.

Yet another chapter in Jaser Fat Weasel's story . To clarify in case any were wondering, this was an interactive story, meaning I had to leave the ending open to anyone else willing to contribute to it. It's a system kinda thing on writing.com. This was the last chapter I've written, so I have to pick it up again . No more interactive story system from here on", "writing": "A week after quitting his job, Jasper took a walk (yes walk) around the city, looking for a possible job he would enjoy working at this time. Only trouble was, he didn't like to work; but even in this world he needed money for food, and to pay off his apartment. Though exercising was indeed an annoying task, he had no other way to get around. So, bundled up in a small coat that was barely able to fit around his belly, the fat weasel passed various restaurants, his stomach furiously grumbling along the way. \n\n\"Shut up,\" Jasper shouted, with the eyes of other fat animals walking looking to see who he addressed. \"What're you all looking at!\"\nFrightened or nervous, anyone near the weasel kept their distance. Better so, Jasper wasn't in the mood to be in close proximity to any beast. \n\nAs his poor out of shape footpaws started to ache under his weight and the long distance he walked, Jasper relaxed on a nearby bench, grunting as his round back and bottom made contact with it. Although he was glad to finally relax, it still irked him to sit right in front of another restaurant. Inside he saw plenty of fat beasts and even families, all enjoying themselves. \n\n\"Disgusting,\" he said, his head receding into his fat body, \"look at them, all stuffing their fat faces. They have nothing better to do than eat all day. Huh, hope they get so fat they wouldn't be able to fit in those seats.\"\n\nSadly, that was something he wanted to achieve someday. It was easy to hate something he couldn't have, which eased the pain of not having it. But food was always on his mind. Some beasts glutting ten, even twenty burgers, hotdogs, or slices of pizza in one sitting. All of them, happily stuffing their growing bellies without remorse. It wasn't fair. Seeing all the food before them consumed caused his stomach to gurgle. \n\nDaintily, Jasper patted, and scratched his claws across the furry surface. \"Don't worry, I'll get us something…somehow.\"\n\nStill looking in disgust at the animals in the restaurant, a large--huggable female stoat walked by him carrying two bags filled to the brim with groceries. As she walked by, Jasper glared at her in disgust, then grinned as he noticed she was approaching a small crevice in the sidewalk. She stumbled, but kept her balance; surprising for one her size. A shame however she didn't fall, Jasper needed something to laugh at. But then, as she regained her composure, a shiny red orb came tumbling down the side of the bag, hit the floor, and rolled to Jasper's footpaw. \n\nQuickly noticing it as an apple, he grunted as he leaned over and picked it up. It was still shiny and showed him licking his lips through the reflection. It didn't matter that it was a fruit, it was food, and he was hungry. But, as hungry as he was, it wasn't his. And as rotten a attitude he had, his conscience spoke louder than his stomach. \n\n\"Darn it,\" he whispered, then got up and waddled over to the plushy stoat. \"Miss, you dropped this.\"\n\nThe stoat turned around, her big chestnut eyes looking quizzically to Jasper, and then the apple. \"Oh,\" she cooed, \"I didn't hear it drop. But, if it did then it touched the dirty floor.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Jasper, feeling like a fool for trying to return it, \"Right, sorry.\"\n\n\"You don't need to apologize. Still, thanks for being a dear.\"\n\nA dear, really, Jasper thought, her words reminding him of his mother. She was cute the way she smiled in the shape of a banana, and her rosy cheeks elevating. Her chestnut eyes now made the weasel hungrier than before, causing his stomach to groan furiously. Her giggle at the sound of it made him angrier at his stomach, embarrassed at being hungry in front of her. It was certainly an awkward moment, one he never expected to get into considering his disdain for society, and formerly toward her and her large bags of food. \n\n\"Are you still going to eat that?\"\n\nLooking to the apple, a twinge of pain hit his stomach, causing Jasper to hunch over. This was however, was one of the times he wouldn't listen to his stomach. As tasty as it still looked, Jasper had this distaste toward food that touched the floor. Even picked up within five seconds, he would get incredibly sick by whatever he ate. Of course he would, it touched the floor!\n\n\"No, I'll just…get myself something later on.\"\n\n\"Really,\" she said, looking him over. Up and down his round body, \"How later on?\"\n\nJasper kept quiet about her looking him over, actually feeling quite flattered. Folding his arms, he discretely took what he thought was an impressive stance. \"I don't know, about, an hour, or two.\" Huh, yeah right, if I could find the money.\n\n\"Well, I know this may seem very random, since I've barely met you and everything, but. Would you mind coming over for lunch?\"\n\nJasper's eyebrows shot up like rockets. \"Your inviting me to lunch?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said, oddly perky in her response, as if she asked a normal question. \"Lunch, could you? Oh, the names Jenna by the way.\"\n\n\"My name's Jasper,\" he shook her small warm paw, barely extending while still trying to hold on to the grocery bag. \"Erm…sure, I don't have anything important to do. But, why?\"\n\n\"Oh, well, just that you sound hungry, and I'd like to be a good citizen.\"\n\nSomething didn't seem right in Jasper's mind, but hey, it was free food. So, why complain. She smiled further as he agreed to her offer. Jasper carrying the grocery bags, followed her as she lead the way; offering to help of course. \n\n* * * * * \n\nJenna's apartment was by far much larger and much cleaner than his. It was shocking to see such a successful creature having to walk from the grocery store. But upon asking, she confessed to doing it willingly. \n\nBlack leather couches surrounded a clear glass table with a large TV--one the size of his parents--hanging down from the side of the wall. The soft velvet carpet was cozy to the paws, as well as clean of any crumbs or spots of dust. The kitchen was fit with dark mahogany cabinets, a large fridge, stove, and clean counter with an assortment of fruit bowls. The walls were white painted, with the furniture a contrast black. Certainly the snazzy place, one that Jasper couldn't help but look at in jaw dropping awe. \n\n\"Make yourself at home,\" said Jenna. Though, Jasper had a hard time doing so since it was so much more home than he was used to. But if he would start somewhere, it'd be the black leather couch. \n\nSlowly, he hefted his large body down on top of it, still speechless about all her possessions. Imagine all the food he could've bought with the money spent for all this neat furniture. That was probably why he was so poor, because food and getting fat was the only want in his life. \n\n\"Here you go,\" Jenna handed him a bowl stacked with piles of fruit. \n\nJasper accepted gratefully, and for the first time in forever, smiled at another beast for handing him tasty morsels. \n\n\"I'll get started on fixing you something up,\" she said, taking her groceries out of the bag. Jasper didn't object, more food was always welcome. \n\n\"Tell me Jasper, what is it you do for a living?\"\n\nEat, was what the weasel wanted to say. \"I work at a factory.\" He lied, what animal would want a bum like him eating in their house?\n\n\"What type of factory?\"\n\n\"Ice cream.\"\n\n\"What brand?\"\n\n\"Fregos.\"\n\n\"Oh really?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Rude as it was to give brief answers to a nice host, Jasper being…well Jasper, was more concerned with what went into his mouth than what came out. In aid of this, he quickly popped apple after apple into his mouth and swallowed without chewing a single one. Then quickly disposed of all the grapes. Fruit was tasty, but nothing that would add to his girth anytime soon. \n\nOnce finished and still hungry, he rested his paws on his belly, waiting for the next meal to come. He looked around and fiddled with his digits, rather surprised at how quickly it all ended. The thought of asking for more fruit did cross his mind, but it'd probably be disrespectful to do so. It irked him, a greedy glutton showing respect to those who're kind to him. It was a weakness, but at the same time a strength. By the end of the day however, his stomach assumed control, and if he didn't outright ask for more food, he'd try hinting it. \n\n\"It's less than I'm used to,\" he patted his belly, the smack sounding hollow like an empty chest. \"But thank you very much, still.\"\n\n\"Well that's splendid,\" Jenna said with a large smile.\n\nBy the grin on her face and sharp look in her chestnut eyes, Jasper receded more into the couch. Gulping while her eyes sinisterly looked into his. \"Why?\"\n\nSlowly (as slow as her round-huggable frame delayed) she walked to him, continuing to look into his eyes. \"Did you stop to think about the weight of that bowl?\"\n\nJasper shook his head, gulping as she sat beside him and leaned in. \"That was about five pounds worth of fruit you just rushed though, and your still not full.\"\n\n\"Erm…so,\" Jasper barely spoke.\n\nJenna's once peaceful chestnut eyes turned a dark brown as they leered in a harmful satisfaction. \"So,\" she began dragging a claw across his belly, \"I need your help with something.\"\n\nJasper felt the urge to scoot away but was afraid she would pounce on him, like a lion to its prey. \"With what,\" he whimpered. \n\nJenna giggled sweetly-innocently, making Jasper tremble. Her paw now against his chubby cheeks. \"There's a little eating contest near here. And my last partner bailed out on me.\"\n\nI wonder why, he thought. \n\n\"The final match takes place in a few hours and I need a partner. You certainly have the stomach for it, so, what do you say? Eat all you want and winner gets $1,000 dollars. No one else I've tried to recruit looked like they could handle enough. You however…you look like someone who'd jump to the challenge.\"\n\nThe weasel couldn't believe it. He grew wide eyed with shock. After feeling disturbed by her, he could now not get enough of her. With a $1,000 dollars he'd have enough money left over to gorge himself for about 2 weeks. Well, of course she'd split it. And $500 dollars was only enough to pay for his rent for a month. Realizing this made him less enthusiastic. But hey, more free food, and hopefully all he can eat. What did he have to lose?\n\nExcited, Jasper's hind legs and thighs painfully strained as he jumped up from the couch with joy. \"You bet I'll do it,\" he said, mouth watering when thinking about the smorgasbord that awaited him. \n\n\"Goody,\" said Jenna, snapping out of her menacing glance and now her cheerful self. \"I just know your gunna do well.\" \n\nThe weasel rubbed his stomach with his paws, \"Oh I'm sure I will.\"\n\n* * * * * \n\nTwo hours had past until they finally left to some small restaurant with lots of animals crowding the front. Jasper was taken aback at the thought of entering and squeezing his way through the crowd, but Jenna soothed his worry when told they'd be entering through the back. Walking out of her SUV and down the parking lot, they passed a large fox who kept watch of the back entrance, making sure no one would sneak in without paying admission. Walking down the narrow hallway, they came to a door that led them inside. Jasper winced as the roaring of the crowd was in full blast. Such a lively crowd for a small event; only in Fat Fur City. \n\nTaking their seats atop of a stage with a table set in front of them, a fat raccoon came out of the kitchen, microphone in paw. \"Ladies and gentle beasts! Welcome to Joe's Big Eat Off!\"\n\nJasper covered his ears as the volume of the roaring crowd escalated. \n\n\"Today we are down to our final teams. The rat team of Mendez and Hamal, and the stoat team of Jenna and…er…the weasel?\"\n\nSporadic murmurs traveled around the room with glaring eyes and questioning glances directed at Jasper. Funny how the raccoon was able to tell he was a weasel and other beasts not from the beginning. Being of substantial girth, the weasel lost any distinguishable properties that would normally separate him from a stoat. Both species were quite similar when bloated up. Now that others knew he was a weasel, the atmosphere didn't look too friendly. \n\nThankfully, the fox who guarded the back door came up to the raccoon and whispered in his ear. A sigh of relief then left Jasper as a smile stretched across the raccoons face. \n\n\"Ladies and gentlebeast's, Jenna's partner has left the competition due to food poisoning from the last round. In his stead, she's joined by, Jasper, Fatweasel! So, without further ado, let the competition begin!\"\n\n\"Fatweasel,\" Jasper looked to Jenna, who then shrugged in response. \"Well whatever then,\" it's not like it wasn't true. \n\nFrom out of the kitchens walked six curvaceous vixens each holding large trays of food piled high with buttery baked potatoes, char broiled steaks, and hot steamy roast. At the sight of it the weasel's stomach growled loud enough to hear past the crowd's cheering. He patted his cushiony swell, also excited. Were it not for the public and his size, he'd of pounced on the trays there and then. Each step the vixen's made caused for more gurgling. Such a benevolent feast shouldn't of taken so long to enjoy. The moment the first tray of baked potatoes touched the table Jasper madly dove at it, but was suddenly stopped. A sharp pain crawled down his blubbery spine from his scruf, which Jenna tightly held. Attempting to dislodge her vice grip, Jasper further complained at being denied this life time opportunity. \n\n\"What are you doing,\" he snapped.\n\n\"Trying not to get disqualified.\"\n\nThe two rats chuckled at Jasper being handled like a little child. Both rats were of substantial girth, about the same size as him. But the fat weasel wasn't intimidated. He had been training for this moment since he was 13. They could go ahead and laugh, but no rat was about to outdo him. Deep in his mind, Jasper was hoping they'd be worthy opponents. Just so he could get the chance to madly stuff himself beyond his threshold in order to beat them. Even after the competition was over, he hoped to still continue. \n\nThe raccoon lifted his paw in the air. \"On your marks, get set…stuff yourselves!\"\n\nLike a dog off the leash, Jasper rushed in; paws madly grabbing at the nearest baked potato. Jenna too ate quickly but in a more sophisticated style. Unlike Jasper who completely pigged out. Like a snake, Jasper ate his meals whole. Spud after spud slid warmly down his throat, filling up his stomach like rocks. With each new spud, his belly felt warmer and warmer, his blithe expression making some in the crowd laugh. The food, the feasting, the cheering, all of it added to his need for gluttony. Sadly, a spud at a time wasn't too enjoyable. Unable to contain himself, he attempted to shove six potatoes into his mouth, barely able to close it. Then he did the unthinkable. Craning his head back, he worked his throat muscles, shoved both paws into his mouth, and slowly pushed the food down the hatch. Once his paws couldn't travel down any further without gagging, his face puckered up as if eating something sour. For a time the food didn't seem to make any progress, which frightened him; choking wasn't how he wanted to die, at least not before he's so fat a tow truck wouldn't even be able to budge him. But through perseverance the euphoric weasel swallowed it all with a loud grunt, face turning red. The soft furry expanse of his body wobbling from the large meal. \n\nObviously a bad idea, for its time consumption anyway, he went to stuffing himself with three at a time; which proved an easier and more pleasurable feat. Soon, Jasper was the first to finish and didn't waste any time going to the roast, then the steak. His paws worked as well as shovels, and his stomach was the bottomless pit which continued to swell with each swallow. The larger he got, the more he slowed down. But nothing stopped him from his insatiable need to over eat. \n\nTaking a more comfortable position, Jasper leaned back in his chair, allowing his gigantic tub of indigested gorge to bulge out. He had swollen up to a much larger proportion then when he started, and so had Jenna who now finished her plate of potatoes. Both of their bellies sloshing and undulating wildly as they continued to eat; Jasper's especially. \n\nBy this time, Jasper wore a smile brighter than the sun. Nothing made him more happier than eating, and he was eating more than he ever had before. His stomach groaned for further feeding, bubbling and burbling loudly as roast after plump roast was wolfed down. He could now feel each individual slab of meat or potato sloshing around his insides, and even saw a few bumps, which he patted with a giggle. It wasn't enough that he was a quarter larger than when he started, but now woozy at having glut so much, he spent more time rubbing around his gelatinous stomach than eating. \n\n\"Stop playing with yourself and eat,\" shouted Jenna. \n\nJasper's body jiggled furiously as he giggled. It was amusing seeing the fat stoat act mad. But this still was a competition. A shame though that it has to end at some point. So, to wrap things up, Jasper leaned forward, as much as his blubbery expanse of sloshing glory could allow him, grabbed the tray of remaining roast, slapped it on his large stomach which served better than any table, and delightfully shoveled more into his gaping maw while relaxing. \n\nOnce he finished the crowd cheered loudly with the raccoon announcing it to the patrons at the back. Waiting for Jenna to finish, Jasper merely patted the bumps of potatoes on his swollen belly; pushing them back inside and sloshing it about. Dazed with a sloppy grin creased across his face, he noticed the two rats barely finishing their plate of steak and moving on to the roast; such amateurs. Sadly Jenna was the same, but she did something they didn't. \n\nWhether the rules allowed it or not, Jasper hiccupped in surprise as she slid the tray over to his direction. Paws casually on his sloshing belly, he looked to her with a cocked eyebrow. \n\n\"Don't sit their gawking, help me with this!\"\n\n\"*Hilp*…gladly,\" Jasper bubbled. \n\nTrying his best to lean over once more, he dug into the pile; barely able to reach out with his paws and grab the beef as his stomach kept him at a distance. Lifting up the tray, Jenna placed in right on his belly for easier reaching. Jasper then smiled over at her, and continued to wolf down what he could. Jenna had now stopped helping; reclining now against her own chair. He looked too happy to be disturbed, plus they were at a ridiculous advantage. So far ahead, one of the rats just stood up and left, the other following him. \n\nAs the last chunk of roast went into his mouth and joined the vast village of food, Jasper let out a hefty belch; licking his lips and daintily patting his stomach. \n\n\"And the winners are, Jenna and Jasper,\" shouted the Raccoon. \n\nAs the crowd clapped and one of the vixens stepped on the stage with a trophy and envelope, Jasper called Jenna over with a claw; eyes closed and satisfaction rubbed all over his face. Leaning over, he whispered something to her. What was said made Jenna look back in shock. Jasper caught this as he slightly opened his eyes and grinned wider. Giving his bloated stomach a few congratulatory pats, Jenna pulled over both of the rat teams remaining trays of roast, put them both on one tray, and placed them on Jasper's stomach. The weight of the tray sank into the weasel's corpulent mass, making much of his gluttony surround it. Giving a hefty hiccup to the ceiling and licking his paws, he resumed stuffing his fat face with more food. Relishing the juices that sloped onto his vast stomach and hearing it groan fiercely. He was beyond full, but being the glutton that he was and aspired to be, as long as food was within reach he'd reach for it. \n\n* * * * * \n\n\"Alright, careful now. I don't want to pick you up if you fall. Don't lean back, you'll just tip yourself over. Okay, we're at the door.\"\n\nCautiously, Jenna walked with her back into her apartment. Her enlarged rump butting open the door and the rest of her on the other side. \"Okay now turn left, there you go. Come on, pick up your footpaws.\"\n\n\"I'm…*Hic*…trying! Uuuggh, how much further?\"\n\n\"Your almost there, that's it. Oh…oh wait.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Er…I'm not sure how you'll fit through the door.\"\n\n\"*Hic-Hilp* I'll fit.\"\n\n\"You sure?\"\n\n\"Ye-*Hic*-es.\" \n\nTaking step after heavy step, Jasper attempted to walk through the front door of Jenna's apartment. His hind legs working to their maximum capacity to keep his balance, though, the massive globe like weasel struggled to even know where he was going with so much belly blocking his vision of anything below him. Jenna had to serve as his guide to make sure his small footpaws didn't bump or trip on anything. Jasper found his size humorous, but the fact of the matter was, it was more than he was used to sustaining. He had gained a tremendous amount of weight in one day and eaten so much he felt like he would explode in any minute. All he needed now was to allow all the food to digest. Hopefully he wouldn't shrink too much; most of his current girth being food and not fat. \n\nBelly entering first, a quarter of it entered through the doorway before his midsection grew stuck. Thankfully, he had just enough room to get his paws on the other side to pull himself. Shifting himself, his body wobbled and sloshed as he inched his way into the room. Gently, his body managed to squeeze through without him tripping over from the momentum. Then, Jasper waddled over to the couch; grunting and groaning as his belly churned and bounced. Strenuously attempting to lean back, much of husky build bulged out and tried tipping him over. \n\n\"This is more than I've ever handled before,\" Jasper grunted. \n\nFinally making his way around the table (while bumping into some shelves and the table itself) Jasper made a heavy collapse as all his weight landed on the couch. A loud thud rang around the whole apartment and even shook some of the things hanging from the room's walls. At this, Jasper giggled. His hind legs finally being allowed to rest made contact with the soft floor. Tired and in a blithe drowsy state, Jasper closed his eyes. His wide waist took up most of the couch and round middle even touched the table. Bubbling softly, his stomach still undulated at having sat down so roughly. \n\n\"Thank you for everything,\" said Jasper through shut eyes. \"This was the greatest moment of my life. I only wish it wouldn't have to end.\" \n\nJenna was over in the kitchen scooping up some ice-cream and putting it in a bowl. \"You know there's other competitions like that around the city. We could always just continue to be partners. Why does it have to stop?\"\n\n\"Those competitions have brackets right?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"That's the problem. I wont get paid until after I win the tournament. I wont have enough to pay for my apartment.\"\n\n\"Well, why don't you live here, with me?\"\n\nJasper opened his eyes and looked to Jenna. \"Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah, you're a nice weasel. And you wouldn't have to worry about you having no job, so long as you help me with these contests.\"\n\nJasper's stomach gurgled as he gulped, thinking it was yet another slab of food sliding into him. \"How did you know?\"\n\n\"Oh, just that the manager of Fregos Ice-Cream co. is a friend of mine. Told me that another employee quit today because, \"it wasn't what he expected.\" Poor mouse, doesn't understand not to hire beasts who only want to eat all day.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Jasper sneered, \"Were I not so bloated I would've taken offense to that.\"\n\n\"Oh be quiet fatty,\" she retorted playfully, \"You know it's true, just own it. Were it not for you winning I would've been angry at the fact you lied to me.\"\n\n\"Point taken. So…when am I going to move in? That is, if you really want me to stay.\"\n\n\"You could do it after you've rested. I'm not caring all your belongings while you stay here eating me out of house and home.\"\n\nFair enough, Jasper thought. \n\nReclining back and taking a deep breath, Jasper blissfully slept. The bloated wonder weasel snuggled his head deep within his body, as he usually did when sleeping; much like an owl does. Paws resting atop of his globe like belly, he could still imagine himself reaching for mounds of food. Still glutting, still gorging to an unbelievable size, which would soon become reality. Someday, someday. The fattest weasel ever to grace the planet was on the horizon.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A week after quitting his job, Jasper took a walk (yes walk) around the city, looking for a possible job he would enjoy working at this time. Only trouble was, he didn't like to work; but even in this world he needed money for food, and to pay off his apartment. Though exercising was indeed an annoying task, he had no other way to get around. So, bundled up in a small coat that was barely able to fit around his belly, the fat weasel passed various restaurants, his stomach furiously grumbling along the way.

"Shut up," Jasper shouted, with the eyes of other fat animals walking looking to see who he addressed. "What're you all looking at!"
Frightened or nervous, anyone near the weasel kept their distance. Better so, Jasper wasn't in the mood to be in close proximity to any beast.

As his poor out of shape footpaws started to ache under his weight and the long distance he walked, Jasper relaxed on a nearby bench, grunting as his round back  and bottom made contact with it. Although he was glad to finally relax, it still irked him to sit right in front of another restaurant. Inside he saw plenty of fat beasts and even families, all enjoying themselves.

"Disgusting," he said, his head receding into his fat body, "look at them, all stuffing their fat faces. They have nothing better to do than eat all day. Huh, hope they get so fat they wouldn't be able to fit in those seats."

Sadly, that was something he wanted to achieve someday. It was easy to hate something he couldn't have, which eased the pain of not having it. But food was always on his mind. Some beasts glutting ten, even twenty burgers, hotdogs, or slices of pizza in one sitting. All of them, happily stuffing their growing bellies without remorse. It wasn't fair. Seeing all the food before them consumed caused his stomach to gurgle.

Daintily, Jasper patted, and scratched his claws across the furry surface. "Don't worry, I'll get us something…somehow."

Still looking in disgust at the animals in the restaurant, a large--huggable female stoat walked by him carrying two bags filled to the brim with groceries. As she walked by, Jasper glared at her in disgust, then grinned as he noticed she was approaching a small crevice in the sidewalk. She stumbled, but kept her balance; surprising for one her size. A shame however she didn't fall, Jasper needed something to laugh at. But then, as she regained her composure, a shiny red orb came tumbling down the side of the bag, hit the floor, and rolled to Jasper's footpaw.

Quickly noticing it as an apple, he grunted as he leaned over and picked it up. It was still shiny and showed him licking his lips through the reflection. It didn't matter that it was a fruit, it was food, and he was hungry. But, as hungry as he was, it wasn't his. And as rotten a attitude he had, his conscience spoke louder than his stomach.

"Darn it," he whispered, then got up and waddled over to the plushy stoat. "Miss, you dropped this."

The stoat turned around, her big chestnut eyes looking quizzically to Jasper, and then the apple. "Oh," she cooed, "I didn't hear it drop. But, if it did then it touched the dirty floor."

"Oh," said Jasper, feeling like a fool for trying to return it, "Right, sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. Still, thanks for being a dear."

A dear, really, Jasper thought, her words reminding him of his mother. She was cute the way she smiled in the shape of a banana, and her rosy cheeks elevating. Her chestnut eyes now made the weasel hungrier than before, causing his stomach to groan furiously. Her giggle at the sound of it made him angrier at his stomach, embarrassed at being hungry in front of her. It was certainly an awkward moment, one he never expected to get into considering his disdain for society, and formerly toward her and her large bags of food.

"Are you still going to eat that?"

Looking to the apple, a twinge of pain hit his stomach, causing Jasper to hunch over. This was however, was one of the times he wouldn't listen to his stomach. As tasty as it still looked, Jasper had this distaste toward food that touched the floor. Even picked up within five seconds, he would get incredibly sick by whatever he ate. Of course he would, it touched the floor!

"No, I'll just…get myself something later on."

"Really," she said, looking him over. Up and down his round body, "How later on?"

Jasper kept quiet about her looking him over, actually feeling quite flattered. Folding his arms, he discretely took what he thought was an impressive stance.  "I don't know, about, an hour, or two." Huh, yeah right, if I could find the money.

"Well, I know this may seem very random, since I've barely met you and everything, but. Would you mind coming over for lunch?"

Jasper's eyebrows shot up like rockets. "Your inviting me to lunch?"

"Yeah," she said, oddly perky in her response, as if she asked a normal question. "Lunch, could you? Oh, the names Jenna by the way."

"My name's Jasper," he shook her small warm paw, barely extending while still trying to hold on to the grocery bag. "Erm…sure, I don't have anything important to do. But, why?"

"Oh, well, just that you sound hungry, and I'd like to be a good citizen."

Something didn't seem right in Jasper's mind, but hey, it was free food. So, why complain. She smiled further as he agreed to her offer. Jasper carrying the grocery bags, followed her as she lead the way; offering to help of course.

* * * * *

Jenna's apartment was by far much larger and much cleaner than his. It was shocking to see such a successful creature having to walk from the grocery store. But  upon asking, she confessed to doing it willingly.

Black leather couches surrounded a clear glass table with a large TV--one the size of his parents--hanging down from the side of the wall. The soft velvet carpet was cozy to the paws, as well as clean of any crumbs or spots of dust. The kitchen was fit with dark mahogany cabinets, a large fridge, stove, and clean counter with an assortment of fruit bowls. The walls were white painted, with the furniture a contrast black. Certainly the snazzy place, one that Jasper couldn't help but look at in jaw dropping awe.  

"Make yourself at home," said Jenna. Though, Jasper had a hard time doing so since it was so much more home than he was used to. But if he would start somewhere, it'd be the black leather couch.

Slowly, he hefted his large body down on top of it, still speechless about all her possessions. Imagine all the food he could've bought with the money spent for all this neat furniture. That was probably why he was so poor, because food and getting fat was the only want in his life.

"Here you go," Jenna handed him a bowl stacked with piles of fruit.

Jasper accepted gratefully, and for the first time in forever, smiled at another beast for handing him tasty morsels.

"I'll get started on fixing you something up," she said, taking her groceries out of the bag. Jasper didn't object, more food was always welcome.

"Tell me Jasper, what is it you do for a living?"

Eat, was what the weasel wanted to say. "I work at a factory." He lied, what animal would want a bum like him eating in their house?

"What type of factory?"

"Ice cream."

"What brand?"

"Fregos."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." Rude as it was to give brief answers to a nice host, Jasper being…well Jasper, was more concerned with what went into his mouth than what came out. In aid of this, he quickly popped apple after apple into his mouth and swallowed without chewing a single one. Then quickly disposed of all the grapes. Fruit was tasty, but nothing that would add to his girth anytime soon.

Once finished and still hungry, he rested his paws on his belly, waiting for the next meal to come. He looked around and fiddled with his digits, rather surprised at how quickly it all ended. The thought of asking for more fruit did cross his mind, but it'd probably be disrespectful to do so. It irked him, a greedy glutton showing respect to those who're kind to him. It was a weakness, but at the same time a strength. By the end of the day however, his stomach assumed control, and if he didn't outright ask for more food, he'd try hinting it.

"It's less than I'm used to," he patted his belly, the smack sounding hollow like an empty chest. "But thank you very much, still."

"Well that's splendid," Jenna said with a large smile.

By the grin on her face and sharp look in her chestnut eyes, Jasper receded more into the couch. Gulping while her eyes sinisterly looked into his. "Why?"

Slowly (as slow as her round-huggable frame delayed) she walked to him, continuing to look into his eyes. "Did you stop to think about the weight of that bowl?"

Jasper shook his head, gulping as she sat beside him and leaned in. "That was about five pounds worth of fruit you just rushed though, and your still not full."

"Erm…so," Jasper barely spoke.

Jenna's once peaceful chestnut eyes turned a dark brown as they leered in a harmful satisfaction. "So," she began dragging a claw across his belly, "I need your help with something."

Jasper felt the urge to scoot away but was afraid she would pounce on him, like a lion to its prey. "With what," he whimpered.

Jenna giggled sweetly-innocently, making Jasper tremble. Her paw now against his chubby cheeks. "There's a little eating contest near here. And my last partner bailed out on me."

I wonder why, he thought.

"The final match takes place in a few hours and I need a partner. You certainly have the stomach for it, so, what do you say? Eat all you want and winner gets $1,000 dollars. No one else I've tried to recruit looked like they could handle enough. You however…you look like someone who'd jump to the challenge."

The weasel couldn't believe it. He grew wide eyed with shock. After feeling disturbed by her, he could now not get enough of her. With a $1,000 dollars he'd have enough money left over to gorge himself for about 2 weeks. Well, of course she'd split it. And $500 dollars was only enough to pay for his rent for a month. Realizing this made him less enthusiastic. But hey, more free food, and hopefully all he can eat. What did he have to lose?

Excited, Jasper's hind legs and thighs painfully strained as he jumped up from the couch with joy. "You bet I'll do it," he said, mouth watering when thinking about the smorgasbord that awaited him.

"Goody," said Jenna, snapping out of her menacing glance and now her cheerful self. "I just know your gunna do well."

The weasel rubbed his stomach with his paws, "Oh I'm sure I will."

* * * * *

Two hours had past until they finally left to some small restaurant with lots of animals crowding the front. Jasper was taken aback at the thought of entering and squeezing his way through the crowd, but Jenna soothed his worry when told they'd be entering through the back. Walking out of her SUV and down the parking lot, they passed a large fox who kept watch of the back entrance, making sure no one would sneak in without paying admission. Walking down the narrow hallway, they came to a door that led them inside. Jasper winced as the roaring of the crowd was in full blast. Such a lively crowd for a small event; only in Fat Fur City.

Taking their seats atop of a stage with a table set in front of them, a fat raccoon came out of the kitchen, microphone in paw. "Ladies and gentle beasts! Welcome to Joe's Big Eat Off!"

Jasper covered his ears as the volume of the roaring crowd escalated.

"Today we are down to our final teams. The rat team of Mendez and Hamal, and the stoat team of Jenna and…er…the weasel?"

Sporadic murmurs traveled around the room with glaring eyes and questioning glances directed at Jasper. Funny how the raccoon was able to tell he was a weasel and other beasts not from the beginning. Being of substantial girth, the weasel lost any distinguishable properties that would normally separate him from a stoat. Both species were quite similar when bloated up. Now that others knew he was a weasel, the atmosphere didn't look too friendly.

Thankfully, the fox who guarded the back door came up to the raccoon and whispered in his ear. A sigh of relief then left Jasper as a smile stretched across the raccoons face.

"Ladies and gentlebeast's, Jenna's partner has left the competition due to food poisoning from the last round. In his stead, she's joined by, Jasper, Fatweasel! So, without further ado, let the competition begin!"

"Fatweasel," Jasper looked to Jenna, who then shrugged in response. "Well whatever then," it's not like it wasn't true.

From out of the kitchens walked six curvaceous vixens each holding large trays of food piled high with buttery baked potatoes, char broiled steaks, and hot steamy roast. At the sight of it the weasel's stomach growled loud enough to hear past the crowd's cheering. He patted his cushiony swell, also excited. Were it not for the public and his size, he'd of pounced on the trays there and then. Each step the vixen's made caused for more gurgling. Such a benevolent feast shouldn't of taken so long to enjoy. The moment the first tray of baked potatoes touched the table Jasper madly dove at it, but was suddenly stopped. A sharp pain crawled down his blubbery spine from his scruf, which Jenna tightly held. Attempting to dislodge her vice grip, Jasper further complained at being denied this life time opportunity.

"What are you doing," he snapped.

"Trying not to get disqualified."

The two rats chuckled at Jasper being handled like a little child. Both rats were of substantial girth, about the same size as him. But the fat weasel wasn't intimidated. He had been training for this moment since he was 13. They could go ahead and laugh, but no rat was about to outdo him. Deep in his mind, Jasper was hoping they'd be worthy opponents. Just so he could get the chance to madly stuff himself beyond his threshold in order to beat them. Even after the competition was over, he hoped to still continue.

The raccoon lifted his paw in the air. "On your marks, get set…stuff yourselves!"

Like a dog off the leash, Jasper rushed in; paws madly grabbing at the nearest baked potato. Jenna too ate quickly but in a more sophisticated style. Unlike Jasper who completely pigged out. Like a snake, Jasper ate his meals whole. Spud after spud slid warmly down his throat, filling up his stomach like rocks. With each new spud, his belly felt warmer and warmer, his blithe expression making some in the crowd laugh. The food, the feasting, the cheering, all of it added to his need for gluttony. Sadly, a spud at a time wasn't too enjoyable. Unable to contain himself, he attempted to shove six potatoes into his mouth, barely able to close it. Then he did the unthinkable. Craning his head back, he worked his throat muscles, shoved both paws into his mouth, and slowly pushed the food down the hatch. Once his paws couldn't travel down any further without gagging, his face puckered up as if eating something sour. For a time the food didn't seem to make any progress, which frightened him; choking wasn't how he wanted to die, at least not before he's so fat a tow truck wouldn't even be able to budge him. But through perseverance the euphoric weasel swallowed it all with a loud grunt, face turning red. The soft furry expanse of his body wobbling from the large meal.

Obviously a bad idea, for its time consumption anyway, he went to stuffing himself with three at a time; which proved an easier and more pleasurable feat. Soon, Jasper was the first to finish and didn't waste any time going to the roast, then the steak. His paws worked as well as shovels, and his stomach was the bottomless pit which continued to swell with each swallow. The larger he got, the more he slowed down. But nothing stopped him from his insatiable need to over eat.

Taking a more comfortable position, Jasper leaned back in his chair, allowing his gigantic tub of indigested gorge to bulge out. He had swollen up to a much larger proportion then when he started, and so had Jenna who now finished her plate of potatoes. Both of their bellies sloshing and undulating wildly as they continued to eat; Jasper's especially.

By this time, Jasper wore a smile brighter than the sun. Nothing made him more happier than eating, and he was eating more than he ever had before.  His stomach groaned for further feeding, bubbling and burbling loudly as roast after plump roast was wolfed down. He could now feel each individual slab of meat or potato sloshing around his insides, and even saw a few bumps, which he patted with a giggle. It wasn't enough that he was a quarter larger than when he started, but now woozy at having glut so much, he spent more time rubbing around his gelatinous stomach than eating.

"Stop playing with yourself and eat," shouted Jenna.

Jasper's body jiggled furiously as he giggled. It was amusing seeing the fat stoat act mad. But this still was a competition. A shame though that it has to end at some point. So, to wrap things up, Jasper leaned forward, as much as his blubbery expanse of sloshing glory could allow him, grabbed the tray of remaining roast, slapped it on his large stomach which served better than any table, and delightfully shoveled more into his gaping maw while relaxing.

Once he finished the crowd cheered loudly with the raccoon announcing it to the patrons at the back. Waiting for Jenna to finish, Jasper merely patted the bumps of potatoes on his swollen belly; pushing them back inside and sloshing it about. Dazed with a sloppy grin creased across his face, he noticed the two rats barely finishing their plate of steak and moving on to the roast; such amateurs. Sadly Jenna was the same, but she did something they didn't.

Whether the rules allowed it or not, Jasper hiccupped in surprise as she slid the tray over to his direction. Paws casually on his sloshing belly, he looked to her with a cocked eyebrow.

"Don't sit their gawking, help me with this!"

"*Hilp*…gladly," Jasper bubbled.

Trying his best to lean over once more, he dug into the pile; barely able to reach out with his paws and grab the beef as his stomach kept him at a distance. Lifting up the tray, Jenna placed in right on his belly for easier reaching. Jasper then smiled over at her, and continued to wolf down what he could. Jenna had now stopped helping; reclining now against her own chair. He looked too happy to be disturbed, plus they were at a ridiculous advantage. So far ahead, one of the rats just stood up and left, the other following him.

As the last chunk of roast went into his mouth and joined the vast village of food, Jasper let out a hefty belch; licking his lips and daintily patting his stomach.

"And the winners are, Jenna and Jasper," shouted the Raccoon.

As the crowd clapped and one of the vixens stepped on the stage with a trophy and envelope, Jasper called Jenna over with a claw; eyes closed and satisfaction rubbed all over his face. Leaning over, he whispered something to her. What was said made Jenna look back in shock. Jasper caught this as he slightly opened his eyes and grinned wider. Giving his bloated stomach a few congratulatory pats, Jenna pulled over both of the rat teams remaining trays of roast, put them both on one tray, and placed them on Jasper's stomach. The weight of the tray sank into the weasel's corpulent mass, making much of his gluttony surround it. Giving a hefty hiccup to the ceiling and licking his paws, he resumed stuffing his fat face with more food. Relishing the juices that sloped onto his vast stomach and hearing it groan fiercely. He was beyond full, but being the glutton that he was and aspired to be, as long as food was within reach he'd reach for it.

* * * * *

"Alright, careful now. I don't want to pick you up if you fall. Don't lean back, you'll just tip yourself over. Okay, we're at the door."

Cautiously, Jenna walked with her back into her apartment. Her enlarged rump butting open the door and the rest of her on the other side. "Okay now turn left, there you go. Come on, pick up your footpaws."

"I'm…*Hic*…trying! Uuuggh, how much further?"

"Your almost there, that's it. Oh…oh wait."

"What?"

"Er…I'm not sure how you'll fit through the door."

"*Hic-Hilp* I'll fit."

"You sure?"

"Ye-*Hic*-es."

Taking step after heavy step, Jasper attempted to walk through the front door of Jenna's apartment. His hind legs working to their maximum capacity to keep his balance, though, the massive globe like weasel struggled to even know where he was going with so much belly blocking his vision of anything below him. Jenna had to serve as his guide to make sure his small footpaws didn't bump or trip on anything.  Jasper found his size humorous, but the fact of the matter was, it was more than he was used to sustaining. He had gained a tremendous amount of weight in one day and eaten so much he felt like he would explode in any minute. All he needed now was to allow all the food to digest. Hopefully he wouldn't shrink too much; most of his current girth being food and not fat.

Belly entering first, a quarter of it entered through the doorway before his midsection grew stuck. Thankfully, he had just enough room to get his paws on the other side to pull himself. Shifting himself, his body wobbled and sloshed as he inched his way into the room. Gently, his body managed to squeeze through without him tripping over from the momentum. Then, Jasper waddled over to the couch; grunting and groaning as his belly churned and bounced. Strenuously attempting to lean back, much of husky build bulged out and tried tipping him over.

"This is more than I've ever handled before," Jasper grunted.

Finally making his way around the table (while bumping into some shelves and the table itself) Jasper made a heavy collapse as all his weight landed on the couch. A loud thud rang around the whole apartment and even shook some of the things hanging from the room's walls. At this, Jasper giggled. His hind legs finally being allowed to rest made contact with the soft floor. Tired and in a blithe drowsy state, Jasper closed his eyes. His wide waist took up most of the couch and round middle even touched the table. Bubbling softly, his stomach still undulated at having sat down so roughly.  

"Thank you for everything," said Jasper through shut eyes. "This was the greatest moment of my life. I only wish it wouldn't have to end."

Jenna was over in the kitchen scooping up some ice-cream and putting it in a bowl. "You know there's other competitions like that around the city. We could always just continue to be partners. Why does it have to stop?"

"Those competitions have brackets right?"

"Yes."

"That's the problem. I wont get paid until after I win the tournament. I wont have enough to pay for my apartment."

"Well, why don't you live here, with me?"

Jasper opened his eyes and looked to Jenna. "Really?"

"Yeah, you're a nice weasel. And you wouldn't have to worry about you having no job, so long as you help me with these contests."

Jasper's stomach gurgled as he gulped, thinking it was yet another slab of food sliding into him. "How did you know?"

"Oh, just that the manager of Fregos Ice-Cream co. is a friend of mine. Told me that another employee quit today because, "it wasn't what he expected." Poor mouse, doesn't understand not to hire beasts who only want to eat all day."

"Well," Jasper sneered, "Were I not so bloated I would've taken offense to that."

"Oh be quiet fatty," she retorted playfully, "You know it's true, just own it. Were it not for you winning I would've been angry at the fact you lied to me."

"Point taken. So…when am I going to move in? That is, if you really want me to stay."

"You could do it after you've rested. I'm not caring all your belongings while you stay here eating me out of house and home."

Fair enough, Jasper thought.

Reclining back and taking a deep breath, Jasper blissfully slept. The bloated wonder weasel snuggled his head deep within his body, as he usually did when sleeping; much like an owl does. Paws resting atop of his globe like belly, he could still imagine himself reaching for mounds of food. Still glutting, still gorging to an unbelievable size, which would soon become reality. Someday, someday. The fattest weasel ever to grace the planet was on the horizon.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Jasper the Fat Weasel ch3", "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": "36" }