Jasper, a glutton among gluttons if the world ever knew one. For a weasel it was unusual to see one so big, but the look of surprise in some beasts faces only encouraged him more. Of course, before meeting Jenna and Phillip (the fat stoat and otter from Tim's story Ch 6) he was a bit of a loner. Looking after himself and his own greedy self interests; which merely included over indulging on as much food as he could stuff down his throat. But that's further on. For now, we trail back to his childhood and to what inspired him toward his weight gain journey.
As everyone in this world of fat animals, Jasper was a chubby weasel growing up. His parents never fed him excess, nor did they eat excess. They were all a chubby family, in order to fit in to this society. Jasper was a sniveling brat growing up; given just about whatever he wanted in toys, games, and most of all ice cream. It wasn't until he was 13 springs however that he discovered his calling in life. His motivation for what to accomplish in this world, and what would be a most enjoyable experience.
While the parents were at work (as usual) he arrived home early from school. Throwing his backpack down on the kitchen counter, he dug in the fridge for his favorite chocolate ice cream brand. The chubby weasel wasn't the least bit happy. Having to walk 3 blocks was such a boring and irksome task, since he despised exercise and any mention of long distance walking (3 blocks being long by his standards).
"Just wait till I get my claws on them," said Jasper in his typical sniveling tone, "what young weasel walks when he has parents to pick them up? Uuurrgh, just makes me so mad sometimes. Pffft, parents, only good for ice-cream."
Slamming his plump frame on the couch, he began flipping through channels on TV while digging his paw into the ice-cream container. At first the weasel didn't find anything interesting. The typical cartoons, game shows, and revolting soap operas that would always come on this early. It seemed that all hope was lost until he came across the sports channel, which he then spat at. More disgusting exercising, even for fat animals. Right as he was about to shut off the TV, large golden words came flying at the screen which read.
"Fat Fur City, National Eat Off!!!"
At this, the weasel tilted his head. "Is this a sport?"
Intrigued by this new discovery, he leaned a little closer. Then came the first challenge in which five trays piled with mountains of food were put before enormous beasts Jasper never knew existed. Sure at school Mr. Dobson, his English teacher, was so fat he couldn't button up his suit but this was something else. These contestants, both wolves, had stomachs that had grown to enormous proportions and didn't look bothered by it at all. Then came the best part, when they would stuff their faces full of food and never once lose their smiles or satisfaction.
Within Jasper something started to make him feel tingly; in the pit of his stomach. Never taking his eyes off the screen, he stared in awe. As an hour past, he viewed all the different competitions that took place. And memorizing the channel, he made sure to check back every time any type of eating competition would come on. It was certainly something new, and something he liked. It was the only reason he didn't scold his parents that day. Something he laughed about now that he was older.
Day after day he would watch the channel and be excited by the contestants. It was like being fat was the coolest thing in the world, and these guys were being paid for it. Getting paid to eat, he never heard of such a thing. It wasn't until a month later he wanted to be just like them, and so began his gaining journey. Using his computer to research any kind of techniques or tricks he could use to grow massive, he learned a lot. During his childhood he would ask his parents for a little more money for lunch at school. During the night he would sneak off into the kitchens when his parents were asleep and try guzzling down another container of ice-cream as fast as he could. And whenever he had a chance to over eat, even to lie about previously eating, he took it. All the while growing in size as he grew older over the years, and his parents giving him the occasional scold. One of which when he was 16.
"Don't eat so much sweets Jasper," scold his mother who was making dinner and caught her son digging into the cookie jar. "Your getting real fat lately."
That's the point, the weasel thought. Now Jasper was quite ball shaped; no longer chubby but certainly fat after 3 years of experience with over eating. He was still able to see his footpaws and turn to find his tail, but his belly and rump had certainly gained in size. With all the sitting down he did in front of the TV and computer it was no wonder. With every new inch he would grow more fond of his size and attempt to stuff more into his belly. This particular day was one he could test his eating ability with. His father's birthday, and his mother knew how much males liked to eat.
"Oh ma, it's okay," said Jasper pleadingly, "I'm only going to have one." Along with growing in weight, Jasper grew in respect for his parents. Figuring a change in attitude would bring more food to the table. That and because of maturity he grew more appreciative for their services. Now, he was more selfish and sniveling toward animals he didn't know.
"Alright then," said his mother, unable to say no to her son's puffy face with big beady eyes staring at hers. "Just wait until dinners ready, your aunts and uncles are also bring food over."
Excellent! Thought the weasel. Today will be a grand day indeed. Hope my cousins don't come over.
Oh the cousins. Loathsome creatures in Jasper's eyes. Especially Jared, his older cousin who never ceases to annoy him. Well, he'd make sure to eat and run before any major kind of annoyance came. If anyone deserved to be starved to death in a warehouse of edible goodies, it was Jared.
"Sure thing mom, their food could never be half as good as yours though."
Jasper's mother blushed. "That's so sweet of you son, but please don't tell them that. I know the stuff they bring isn't exactly the best, but its okay. I want to out do how much your aunt Samantha brings this year. Apparently between families its about quantity over quality. You go ahead and have as much cookies as you want, just so you wouldn't have to taste her disgusting food."
Hehe, oh aunt Samantha. Both his mother and dad's sister have been in a bit of a rivalry since a cooking competition where Samantha won first place with how much food she made, rather than how it tasted. Jasper's mother never let it go. To be honest though, Samantha's cooking was quite delicious. And if it was a race to see who makes more food, Jasper could only salivate at the thought of how much he'd be indulging himself with tonight. Hopefully Samantha wouldn't be bringing Jared over.
Taking the entire jar with him, Jasper returned to his spot on the couch. Lounging with the jar on his belly and watching his usual show. While in his thoughts, he imagined himself as big as a stuffed bear. Glutting until he couldn't glut anymore. Despite of what everyone thought.
* * * * *
That night, Samantha ended up coming without the accursed Jared to pester him. Jasper greeted his aunt with much kindness, which in turn made her blush at his manners. He could tell by the way his mother stood she wasn't too happy with it. But after walking over to give her a hug she calmed down. It was a fairly large gathering, mostly consisting of his dads brothers, and one sister. Jasper didn't know them much, other than the fact that they were all quite fatter than his father; but no where near the size Jasper wanted to be.
As dinner was served, and boy was it served, Jasper filled up three plates of food. Catching his fathers eye, Jasper grinned, and started to dig in; more than enough food to fill everyone up three times over, thanks to his mom's and Samantha's competition. As well as the fathers brothers bringing over more food from their wives who just couldn't make it for some reason.
Not used to his son eating so much, Jasper's father spoke up. "Uh…son, perhaps you should finish one plate before you fill up three." He said calmly, not embarrassed or angry at his sons gluttony.
"Its okay dad, I can finish them," said Jasper. Enjoying the concerned look on his dad's face. Though he respected his father, it tickled him to know others were shocked at his appetite.
"Hahaha, way to go Jasper," cheered one of Jasper's uncles, "Ihat's an appetite I wished I had hehe."
Fueled by further encouragement, Jasper's grin grew wider.
As everyone ate, Jasper truly let himself go. To be civil, he used a fork and knife. Scooping up the pounds of lasagna, spaghetti, macaroni, beef, chicken, and glutting them all down into his insatiable stomach. It all tasted and felt so good. He chewed very little, only focused on the contents slithering down his throat and resting inside his fat belly. Already on his second dish before anyone else, he could feel the load pilling inside his stomach. Prepared for this, he wore his larges unbuttoned shirt. Allowing his stomach to stretch as it pleased. Thinking he should have a little more fun with his meal, he slapped some lasagna on a mound of white cheese, and using his paws, shoved it into his mouth. Giggling at the spectacle he was making at the table. Chewing only briefly, he allowed the large barely nibbled chunk to sink down his throat, and muscle his it down into his cavernous swell. It was a hefty swallow, and as soon as he got it down he left out a content sigh. Patting his stomach happily at having gorged the large slab of pasta and cheese, which now groaned fiercely. Repeating a similar act with a large slice of pie, and some sour cream, as well as piling it was a baked potato, some butter, and gravy, he lifted up the hefting portion, opened his mouth wide, and wolfed it all down, expanding his belly a little further.
At this pleasurable experience he laid back in bliss with his paws resting on his belly. He had never been happier until now. It was like he was in his own eating competition, and was like the animals on TV. After enjoying his moment of bliss he finished up his third plate. All while the rest of the house was nearly done with their first.
"You've just eaten three plates full of food," said the father, "don't you feel the least bit sick?"
Jasper shook his head. Only getting started with his binge.
"Oh let the boy eat Daryl," said one of Jasper's uncles, "He knows a fine meal when he see's it. Delicious pie Petunia."
Jasper's mother blushed. "Thanks Mark, I knew you liked cinnamon, so I put extra."
Stung by the compliment, Samantha stepped up her game. "Here my beloved nephew, try some of my April Dumplings."
Jasper accepted the bowl gladly. "Thanks auntie."
"Of course puddin'."
"Er, not before you try my honey glazed chicken sweetie."
"Thanks mom," said Jasper, placing two strips of the gooey chicken under and over the dumpling like a sandwich.
"Oh, don't do that, Jasper," said Samantha.
"Why don't you let him eat the way he wants," said Petunia, pleased at the symbolism of her chicken strips crushing Samantha's dumplings.
"Not like that, he'll ruin the dumpling."
"Ruin it, I think it's an improvement!"
It didn't matter to Jasper in the long run. As long as they kept feeding him, that's all that mattered. And boy did they. Giving Jasper plate upon plate of their cooking to see which one he'd find more favor from in the end. It was all too good to be true. Mouthful after glorious mouthful, his stomach held against the massive onslaught of flavor. By the time he was done, Jasper was about twice the size he started. Catatonic in his gorge, his chair creaked as he leaned back, picking up any left over crumbs on his soft bloated belly. The shirt he wore was definitely much tighter than when he started. His stomach sloshed constantly with each hiccup he tried to suppress. It was truly his night, a night to remember. His first stepping stone to becoming the incredibly obese weasel he wanted to be. And at the thought of it, his head blissfully snuggled into his body; with a bright smile and sparkling exuberant eyes.
Jasper's father, Daryl, no longer had any concerns about his sons gluttony. Instead, he was rather impressed like the rest of them. Catching his fathers eyes, Jasper waved at him. Causing his father to shake his head giggling. With a perfect end to a perfect dinner, Jasper picked himself up, stomach burbling and groaning loudly, thanked everyone, and retired to his room.
When everyone had finished and the plates were being cleaned, Jasper relaxed on his large bed. With a grunt, then a sigh of relief, Jasper's glut sloshed around as his back made contact with the mattress. He could imagine many more nights like this when he grows up. Every day being a feast which he would grow fatter and fatter without stop. Glutting himself on untold amounts of food without the slightest pang of guilt or remorse. In a world where food is an unlimited resource and in abundance, who would starve anyway.
From his bulging sides he could feel more of the softer foods being distributed, where's the solids were more up front. Running his paws pleasurably through a soft forest of fur and lard, Jasper moaned. So tight, so full, and so big. His hind legs laid lifelessly beside him, while his head relaxed on top of a pillow. While cuddling and enjoying his round frame, he thought of how he'd look in 10 years. Enormous, round, and with a belly as large as a 50 inch TV; larger even. With legs having to carry the heavy load, and arms too large to rub every surface. With a body too large to fit through most doors. And his belly, able to hold up to one hundred pounds of food; more possibly. He'd be the fattest weasel in fat fur city. But for now, he would take his baby steps with his parents. Until the reigns broke lose, and he was out on his own. With more food than his body would be able to hold. And he would still cram sweets down his throat.
