After high school and securing what he thought would be a fun job, Jasper moved out of his parents house and to a more quite part of the city. It was then that he realized his horrible mistake.
He was closer to his job, but couldn't afford a mode of transportation. So, this meant he had to succumb to the arduous task of walking. Which was more aggravating now than in his childhood since he had greatly gained in size. Along with not being able to afford transportation, he wasn't able to feed himself to the point of collapse either. Apartment rent was killing his dreams day by day, but it was the only way to make his job less stressful in days past, until now. But let me say a few more things.
When Jasper landed a job at the factory of his favorite ice-cream, he thought it would be a dream come true. Each day, returning home with gallon upon gallon of cold frosty goodness. Day in and day out, along with more food to satisfy his gluttonous gut. Sadly, this never happened. Every other week on payday he would only receive a small pitcher of ice-cream which he could now guzzle down in a matter of seconds, which proved an insulting desert. It wasn't worth the hard hours of work he put in, or the pains of labor on his fat body. Now Jasper wished more than anything to leave, but how would he pay for his apartment. Today was the end of the line. But I still need to say a few more things XD.
While continuing to live with his parents during his high school years he continued to grow fatter each day. Many more bountiful feasts proceeded the one he had 8 seasons ago. As he got fatter he also grew lazier; spending most of his days eating and taking up the whole couch as he lounged and watched TV. His belly mockingly hanging off the end of the couch as Jaspers mother watched her lazy son. Eventually, she grew tired of it and forced him to go job searching. As he got fatter and played sweet with her to eat whatever he wanted, Jasper grew into a bit of a momma's weasel and obeyed. It was a fun experience in which he passed by many donut shops and food stands scattered about the city. Until it all ended when he found a job and moved out; his parents forcing Jasper to take responsibility for his life. It was fine, he got what he wanted from them anyways. Thick arms, small concealed legs over a mountain of furry blubber, and a wide frame slopping across his body in all directions. He no longer possessed the flexibility of most mustelids (even if they were fat), instead his whole body gloriously curved down from his head; a neck no longer present. His back was cushioned perfectly with fat, enabling him to relax peacefully on any surface. And, laughably, his large belly never ceased to wobble with each heavy step he took. Jasper continued to love every inch, but still wanted to become fatter, and hopefully compete in the F.F.C.-NEO.
Today however (yes we're finally here in the present) the thought didn't cross his mind. He was at his work station, pulling levers to fill up gallon after gallon of ice-cream. A rather torturous task, but it was partly his fault during his interview, wearing a tight shirt that separated his chest from his belly, he told of how he knew the company well and knew all 32 flavors of their ice-cream. The longer he spent working, the more bitter and disgruntled he grew toward others around him. Minus his mother and father, whom he still loved dearly. Only to other beasts, since friends were now non-existent, as well as a good meal.
"Hey Jasper," said a plump mouse besides him, working a similar station with two different flavors, "Some of the guys and I are gunna shoot some pool at the bar tonight. We'd like you to come. What do ya say?"
Were it any other weasel, they'd probably accept this random invitation out of kindness. But to Jasper, food was more important than friends.
"Bugger off Willy," the fat weasel spat.
Willy cocked his head back. "No need to have an attitude mate, just trying to be nice. You never talk to anyone and always look so unhappy."
"I have to stand up for 8 hours doing the same motions over and over again. My footpaws are killin' me, and I don't even get so much as a lick of all the gallons I fill. With all the packages I fill up I could become a blimp three times over. How do you think I would feel?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You want to get fatter. Well, we'll have snacks."
"Not enough for me. After a long day of standing you want me to stand some more hitting billiards into holes with sticks."
"You could use a chair."
"The answers no Willy!"
"Jasper, could you please come in my office?"
Turning his gaze upstairs, the weasel sighed as the door to his bosses office closed shut. Jasper gave a disgruntled sigh, annoyed at walking up a few stairs just to see his boss.
"What did you do," asked Willy.
"Get back to work Willy."
Slowly walking up some nearby steps, which painfully added more pressure to his poor delicate footpaws, he arrived at the door. Making sure to knock before entering before his boss beckoned him in.
"Take a seat Jasper, and please shut the door."
Doing so, Jasper trundled over; already having a clue why he was called up, but remained solid in his disposition. Squeezing his big weasel bottom into the small chair, he then fully relaxed. His sore footpaws finally getting a chance to rest happily. Folding his paws, he placed them atop of his distended belly.
"I have bad news Jasper," said the boss. "I've been looking over your records and am pretty disappointed."
Jasper rolled his eyes as his boss flipped through pages. The more fatherly concerned nature of his employer got on his nerves. "How so," he asked as if startled.
This seemed to of increased his tone, and even held his face rather downcast. "Constantly late for work, late when returning on your lunch break, a lack in job performance after your first month here, bad attitude toward other employees. The list goes on, Jasper."
Jasper grinned, his laziness and incompetence more of an accomplishment to him than something to improve on. "Well please, read on."
"Don't get cheeky, that attitudes exactly what I'm talking about." Standing up, the boss circled around his desk and stood in front of Jasper. "When you first came you were so full of enthusiasm, then after that month you've started to change. What's the matter Jasper?"
It further annoyed Jasper to see his boss actually concerned about him, when he actually wanted to see some rage, and even get fired. It was at least humorous seeing most of the mouse's body being concealed by his giant belly.
"Nothing's wrong sir," sighed Jasper, waiting to hear, your fired, part already. "Working here just wasn't what I thought it would be."
The mouse sighed, "I've heard that before. Look, I like you. You're the only employee who ever showed any enthusiasm for working here in the beginning and the only one who knows all 32 flavors. But if you don't get your act together I'm gunna have to fire you."
Gunna, gunna, the weasel thought, why not just do it now and save yourself the trouble of keeping track of a lazy employee? It was tiring to work here, or work in general. It was all just exercising, and oh how he hated it. The torture had to stop, he just didn't want to take anymore of it.
"Actually sir, you don't need to worry about firing me," said Jasper, "I QUIT!"
The mouse sighed again, leaning back on his desk, saddened. "I've head that before too. Don't forget Clean out your locker before you leave then."
Oh I'll do better than that, thought Jasper-grinning slyly as a plan unfolded in his head. It was so sweet and tasty it caused his belly to groan as he struggled out of the small chair and out the door. Nearly leaving with the chair still stuck on his behind.
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Not soon after Jasper quit, did the whistle for lunch break ring. The sly weasel, like a fat wraith, waited at the very back of the factory where employees would sometimes sleep or get away from their bosses eye. It was here he waited for everyone to leave. And in a rush to enjoy their meals did the boss and employees left.
"Alone at last," whispered Jasper, giddily waddling over, like a school boy with a loly pop, to his former fill up station.
"Hello there my precious," said the weasel to the levers that dispensed vanilla and chocolate ice-cream. "It's a shame we couldn't meet like this before, but now I have you all to myself."
Jasper's eyes were in a dreamlike state. Finally, he would actually get to have fun at his station. Getting into a comfortable position, Jasper put his head under the nozzle. The covering his mouth over it he pulled the lever; cold ice-cream pouring down his throat. With a large tank of ice cream to finish, Jasper knew by the end he'd get some pleasuring results.
Sadly, Jasper was only able to enjoy himself for about ten minutes until he felt stuffed and the vanilla ice cream nozzle ran out. Removing his mouth from the nozzle, he gasped for breath. The weight of his barrel belly caused him to slump down in a sitting position. Looking to his stomach, he giggled. Bubbling and burbling, he gave his enormous belly a congratulatory pat, causing it to slosh and groan about.
"Well that was satisfying," he grinned. "Certainly the best day here I've ever had."
Moaning to get himself to stand, Jasper managed. His enormous belly was certainly a lot to carry for now, but a few hours of rest back home would allow the sugary liquid to turn into fat. Which was a bit of a shame. He was beginning to like the way his stomach jiggled about, and even gave it a couple more slaps.
