"Yet another wonderful dinner eh dearest?"
"Every dinner's wonderful for you Jasper."
Full and belly near bursting, Jasper retired to his space on the large couch in front of the TV. He and Jenna spent their typical Saturday walking (walking, oh how Jasper loathed it) from store to store around the local mall. Afterwards, Jenna treated Jasper to a dinner at an all you can eat buffet in return for his suffering. Walking itself wasn't the problem for Jasper, his hind paws were more than capable in supporting his heavy frame. It was the abundance of snack and concession stands he had to walk by without so much as a nibble on what they had to offer. But now home and as full as his body could be, he lounged on the couch; with his hind legs dangling off the edges as well as his belly.
Flipping over to one of his favorite channels, he came just in time to view one of his favorite soaps, "Fur on Fire."
"Jasper, sweety," Jenna called from her room.
"Yes?"
"Did you get the mail when we came in like I asked?"
Remembering her request, he blew a sigh of frustration, "No dear."
"Well, could you go get it?"
Jasper mumbled under his breath, "Go get it yourself."
"What was that," Jenna spoke in a more assertive tone.
"Er, uh, nothing dearest. I'll go get it."
He got up just when the recap of the show finished. Esteemed business beast Jason Ferretone had just married Elizabeth Rubyeye, soul heir of the albino fortune. Though they both are unaware of Elizabeth's inheritance, Tod Huskivile, beloved friend of Elizabeth, found out about her secret riches from her stepbrother and plans to inform Elizabeth of this. However, Elizabeth's stepmother Madam Seville, has Tod's family hostage, and with the snap of a claw can do away with them, permanently, all while they continue living their daily lives under her shroud of influence. Meanwhile, Jason's first daughter, Cecilia Ferretone, plots to ruin her father's marriage, so that when she disposes of him, she'll be the rightful owner of his company and riches. Another exciting episode of Fur on Fire, and missing a minute of it would be worse than dunking cookies in a bowl of sour cream, which oddly enough caused Jasper's stomach to growl, even in its full state.
Giving it a hefty pat after picking up the keys from the kitchen counter, Jasper chuckled at its gluttonous integrity. "Nothing ever satisfies you does it?"
Knowing his stomach's obvious answer, he licked his lips as chips and sour cream sounded like an ideal food combination once he came back. However, once opening the door, he stopped himself in the nick of time from bumping into another beast standing directly in front of the doorway. It was a female weasel whom he stood a head taller than. She was a healthy looking beast, slightly plump and possibly in her forties, wearing an extravagant black and white stripped dress with a matching summer's hat and purse of the finest quality. Looking rather bemused at the enormous weasel before her, she took off her sunglasses. Upon noticing who she was, Jasper felt an overwhelming embarrassment flooding over him like a tsunami ravaging a city.
"Jasper?"
"Mother?"
The sudden unexpected appearance of his mother threw Jasper off guard. Had he known she would be arriving he'd at least wore some more appropriate attire than an unbuttoned blue and black patterned shirt.
As surprised as he was to see her, his mom inspected him thoroughly in disbelief, pulling him out further from the doorway and walking around him like a vulture inspecting a corpse. "Is this really my Jasper? My little baby which I've raised?"
Gulping, Jasper took a few steps back, pressing against a wall. "Mother, w-what are you doing here?"
"What am I do--what kind of question is that to ask a mother? You never call, you never visit, I haven't heard from you in ages, so I stopped by your old apartment. But your landlord said you moved out, so I went to where you worked and asked your manager, and he told me you quit your job and were living with a colleague of his. So then I come here and finally found you after all this time. And…my word…what happened to you, you're so fat."
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Jasper tried thinking of any means to salvage some dignity. "Er, now mom, I'm not fat. I'm just a growing weasel is all."
"You call this being a growing weasel," she poked his belly, "Good heavens, I thought I fed you well Jasper but if you were really starving all that time why didn't you tell me?"
"I wasn't starving mother, I-."
"Well if you were depressed and used food as a form of comfort you know I was always willing to help you through tough times."
"I wasn't depressed mother, I-."
"Well then how on earth did you get so big honey? Just look at your belly," she prodded with a claw, "You could fit a whole isle at a grocery store in there."
Fiddling around with his paws atop of his belly, Jasper looked downcast to his mother. "Mom, you're embarrassing me."
"Sorry dear, I'm just-shocked is all. Well, no matter how big you get you're still my son. So, you going to invite me in."
"Oh, er, of course, please."
As she walked in admiring the décor, Jasper wiped his face with a paw in frustration. He loved his mom more than food itself, but at times back at home she could be a bit of a pain. Always unintentionally embarrassing him in front of company or by what she said. Still, she was the sweetest mother any weasel could ever ask for, and though her visit was unexpected, it was more than welcomed.
"Can I get you anything to drink mom?"
"A glass of water would be nice dear. Very fancy place you have here, very fancy. You certainly must've quit your job for something more rewarding."
Though that statement was true to an extent, it wasn't something Jasper wanted to admit openly to his mom. "Er, hehe, this actually…er."
"This actually what?"
"Erm, this, er. I, have a room mate, hehe."
"Oh, where is he?"
"Actually, its, er-."
"It's a she."
Turning around, Jasper was met with the questioning face of Jenna, looking at him serious and stern. The malice of her gaze made the fat weasel want to melt into a puddle of goo then and there. "Jenna, er-."
"Why didn't you tell me your mother was coming? And here you are looking all unruly with your shirt unbuttoned and your blimp of a belly sticking out. Go put on something decent."
"Yes mam," Jasper mumbled. "I can never get a break."
"What was that?"
"Er, nothing dearest, nothing."
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After dressing into his formal suit, he set his TV to record his show for a later time, and spent the rest of the evening hearing about how his mother had been and what she and her father were up to. Her and Jenna grew very attached to one another, as both seemed to take great joy in unintentionally embarrassing Jasper further. Reliving the annoying days of his long forgotten childhood, Jasper sat in the kitchen overhearing their stories and experiences with him, while he guzzled bucket after bucket of ice cream; the only comfort he had through this experience. Still, at least they both were happy, even to his dismay. Stuffing food in his mouth always made life easier, no matter what the situation.
By the time the onslaught of embarrassment was over, Jasper had gone through ten large buckets of ice cream, his stomach feeling fuller than it previously was. As the day began coming to a close, Jasper brought his mother's bags from her car inside, as she spent the night with him and Jenna. Relinquishing his bed to his mother, Jasper slept on the couch that night. Though more often then not he had an easy time sleeping wherever he rested his plump form on; his own body cushioning any surface. To his surprise however, the couch was an exception.
Tossing and turning, Jasper finally gave in. Getting off the couch and making for the kitchen, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Smacking his lips, he opened the fridge, and reached for a bucket of ice cream. "How can that couch be so comfy to sit on, but so uncomfortable to sleep on. How does that make any sense. Does my butt have more fluff than my back or something?"
Taking one bucket of ice cream, the second also peeked his interest. Even at 2:00 am, if he had an opportunity to eat, he wasn't one to pass it up. "Meh, two buckets of cookies and cream is fine."
Sitting at the table, he dipped a paw in the bucket, shoveled a large scoop, and popped it into his mouth. "It's never too late for ice cream, hehehe."
"Jasper!"
"Mother?" Caught in the act, Jasper stuffed the second scoop of ice cream in his mouth. Bowing his head in embarrassment with a paw still in his mouth, he didn't take his eyes off his mother's scolding gaze. Suddenly, eating ice cream so late wasn't as appetizing as it previously was with her knowing.
"Use a spoon," she said with her paws on her hips, then going over to the fridge she pulled out a pitcher of water.
Perplexed, Jasper cocked his head. "A spoon?"
"Yes, you know, that thing you scoop up food with and put in your mouth. The thing I used to pretend with you was an airplane just for you to open up your mouth and eat your vegetables."
"I know what a spoon is mother, I just mean-you-don't mind me having ice cream so late?"
She shrugged her shoulders as she poured herself a glass of water. "You're as fat as you are for a reason, so I'm not too surprised. Still, just because it's late doesn't mean you should throw proper table manners out the window."
Walking over to him, she handed him a spoon, which Jasper accepted reluctantly. Seeing her walk off and into his room, the weasel sat dumbfounded at what transpired. It felt weird knowing that his loving caring mother was okay with his gluttonous lifestyle. Given such a lifestyle was a highly common thing in society, seeing that his own mother was okay with him living such a life weird him out for some reason. Looking to the ice cream, then the spoon, he closed the lid of the bucket and sighed in reluctance.
"I'm ready to eat two buckets of ice cream at 2:15 am, and mother tells me to use a spoon? Something bad's going to happen soon, I just know it."
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"Well Jenna, it's been a pleasure getting to know you."
"You too miss Carington, and don't worry, I'll take good care of your son."
"I can take care of myself," Jasper retorted.
His mother giggled, "I know he's in good paws, and you be a good weasel Jasper," she pinched his chubby cheek. "Mind your manners, and take care of my future daughter in law. Oh, and don't you dare not call me when the wedding starts. I look forward to seeing my grandkids."
Jasper blushed, "Mom, stop it. You're…you're embarrassing Jenna."
"No she's not," the stoat giggled.
Letting go of his cheek, she gave her son a hug around his large waist. "I'll be sure to tell your father you're doing okay. You've grown so much…inside and out."
Once again, Jasper felt uncomfortable hearing this from his own mother. Hugging her in return, he said goodbye, seeing her drive off down the road, and turn around the corner. Embarrassed but happy for her to of stopped by, he could still feel her paws around his belly. Running a paw through that spot, he looked forward to the next time he'd be able to embrace her again.
"So, you tell me Jasper, when is the day going to come when I'm Mrs. Carington?"
Blushing, Jasper scratched the fur behind his neck. "Er, eh, hehe. Mmmm, well, y-you know I love you dearest." He gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"And what about those grandkids."
"Er-goodness! I sure am starving! How about we go get ourselves some breakfast, eh pumpkin?"
