Coming to the conclusion that White Deer Park was no longer safe for her and Measly, Weasel ventured elsewhere with her mate, searching for a safe place to have her young. It wasn't long until the two stumbled upon a farm, and in due time, were about to raise a family there…at least for awhile. Coming of proper age, Weasel's children Fido and Cleo have really lived up to their weasel mischief, and soon, it was in accordance with the other animals on the farm that they leave. Together, searching far and wide for a new place to call home, they made plenty of stops, only to be met with disappointment. Until one day, a peculiar smell caught Weasel's attention.
Trekking over a large hill, the weasel family halted as Weasel focused her gaze upon a small stone cottage in the distance. "Do you smell that Measly?"
Measly sniffed the air, "Aye, smells like something's being cooked."
Savoring the sweet scent of baked bread, Weasel licked her lips. Having walked most of the day, rest and a good meal sounded exquisite. "Fido, Cleo, come along now."
Awkwardly fiddling with his paws, Measly stepped beside Weasel. "Er, you sure that's a good idea my sweet?"
"Of course I'm sure you measly little Twerp. When haven't I got a good idea?"
"I mean, it's just that we'll be next to the humans kitchen, an…I don't think-."
"That's right, you don't think. That's why I always do the thinkin'. Fido and Cleo are hungry, and so am I. So just shut your trap and follow me."
Reluctant, Measly merely obeyed the demands of his wife. Heading up to the cottage, Weasel lead her family through the back of the house, through a small hole in the wall. Planning to sneak through the back, find the kitchen, snatch whatever was cooking and make a run for it, her plans were immediately foiled by what caught her eye in the first room. There was at least eight rows of shelves in front of her, filled to the brim with bread, cheeses, scones and delectable packaged meats. To her right and left were a bunch of barrels smelling of different fruits and vegetables picked from a well fertilized garden. Finally, to her back was a large rack, stacked with sausage links and baskets filled with eggs. Filled with excitement beyond comprehension, the pupils of her eyes grew wide as she stood frozen in the middle of the room, as if Adder had hypnotized her. Agape, her tongue slipped out as drool slithered down it. In wonderment of the feast, she rubbed a paw to her middle, as both knew what they'd be getting themselves into.
Measly came to Weasel's side, "Er, Weasel, we better take what we can and get outta here."
Snapped out of her trance, the weasel scowled at her mate. "Get outta here? Has all that walking roasted your brain or something," the children giggled, "don't you see all this food?"
"Yes my love, but the humans could come in any second an-."
"Then we'll run away if they do twerp. But this is a golden opportunity."
"B-but Weasel, think about Fido and Cleo."
"I do. Look at them, they're positively famished."
Fido raised his paw.
"Yes," said Weasel, "what is it love?"
"We're actually not that hungry mama."
"Yes you are, now hush up." Weasel turned her attention back to Measly, "and if you're so worried about humans go keep watch by the window er something."
Slightly more relieved, Measly saluted, climbed up the sausage rack and peeked out a window. Glad to have gotten that out of the way, Weasel beckoned to her children. "Come Fido, come Cleo, eat up."
Regrettably, Weasel didn't admit to agreeing with Measly. With the humans in the next room she too was worried for her children's safety. With all the food in the room calling to her, she wanted nothing more but to gorge on as much as she could fit in her belly. Being quite the heavy eater, it was difficult to let such a wonderful opportunity go. Wiping a tear from her eye, she went over to the rack Measly sat on lookout, and chewed on some sausage links.
"Er…Weasel," said Measly.
"What?"
"The people are going."
"What?"
"They're going."
Climbing the rack to join her mate, Weasel's disappointment turned to glee as out of the front door left a man and his wife with their own children in tow. All of them entering a truck, they sped off down the dirt trail, disappearing over the hill. Filled with excitement once again, she couldn't help but pull Measly over to her and kiss him. Blushing and nearly falling off the rack Measly fell in his own trance like state.
"All right everyone, new plan. Now that the humans are gone we don't have to worry about being discovered. But still, we might not have much time so eat as much as you can. We wont have another chance like this ever again."
"Oh, you're so gorgeous when you're happy," said Measly.
Weasel stuffed a sausage in Measly's mouth, "Put a sausage in it, ahahahaha."
Excited, Weasel as well as Fido and Cleo dived into their feast, with Measly casually eating away at the sausage. The young weasels more or less played with their food, but still ate. None of the three compared to their mother however, who ravaged at everything she could lay her paws on. Starting with the first shelf to the left of the room, she wolfed down wedge upon wedge of cheese, each landing with a resounding glop inside her belly. Along with the crunchy loaves of bread, Weasel wore a beaming smile, as the combinations of flavor swathed at her tongue like an artist painting a masterpiece. Continuing to the meat, pork and beef were gratuitously stuffed down her gaping maw with her own paws. Chewing would've indeed savor the meaty goodness, but eating it was what she wanted. Stuffing down another slab of meat into her maw, she swallowed and put her paws on a now heavy frame. At least as fat as a plump chicken, she patted her belly, giggling as her glut sloshed around. Looking to her children, they too were significantly plump, where's Measly still chewed away at his sausage links.
Continuing to gorge on cheese, bread, and meat from one rack to the next, Weasel's belly continued to bloat out evermore, as well as her arms, legs and tail plumping up. After each pawful she'd lick the grease of cheese from her paws, pick bread crumbs off her belly, and pat her over gorged gut after wolfing down a slab of meat. Such bountiful eating was what Weasel lived for, and before the humans returned, she'd try and stuff as much as she could in her gut as possible.
Finishing up the final shelf stand to the left, she pulled herself back to the middle of the room; grunting as her enormous belly held her back, and nullifying the use of her legs as they dangled off the ground. Along with her added weight, Weasel's gluttony produced a pleasing series of hiccups which wobbled her overburdened body and sloshed it's contents around; giving her quite the pleasing inner belly massage. Looking to Fido and Cleo, she smiled as they've grown quite fat, and slept beside each other like lion cubs after a feast. Measly however was quite the disappointment, who'd only been able to obtain a bit of a paunch.
"Measly," scolded Weasel, "*Hic* you stuff that sausage down your throat *Hic* and you do it right quick."
"Sorry dear, I would but I'm just not as big an eater as you."
"Well," she struggled to rest her back against the side of the first shelf stand she ate from, "*Hic* make yerself useful and bring me somethin to eat down here *Hic*, I'm still starving."
"Yes my sweet."
Climbing down the rack and onto the unfinished shelf the kids ate from, Measly grabbed all he can in his arms, and with Weasel's permission, climbed onto her belly, placed them on her cushiony bosom, and ran off to get more. Continuing to stuff more food into her belly, Weasel felt her body growing wider. Food began distributing to her hips and waistline, as her belly progressed further out and around. Each trip back to his beloved Weasel grew a tad more tiring, as each climb up her mountainous belly proceeded in difficulty. Not one to complain however, pleasing Weasel also pleased him.
A good thirty minute had passed until everything on both shelves had disappear within Weasel's titanic belly. Having bloated up fatter than a badger who had enough fat for two hibernations, Weasel slapped at her gargantuan swell. Content with losing her feminine curves and waist, she rested her chubby face within her plump bosom. Laying down atop of her belly, Measly sighed through swooning eyes.
"Are you okay my love?"
Weasel shook her corpulent expanse. "Never *Hic* better Measly my dear." Through drowsy eyes, Weasel looked over to the racks hanging the sausage links and eggs. At the sight of more food her belly burbled loudly. Patting it to sooth it, the echoing sloshes wobbled her midsection about like a waterbed. Also eyeing the barrels of fruit and vegetables, she rubbed her stomach in anticipation. "Measly dear *Hic*, would you put everything in the barrels in a huge pile?"
"Anything for you my gorgeous Weasel."
Submitting to his love's commands, Measly indeed threw as much as he could out of each barrel, and when enough was out he'd tip them over. All his hard work allowed Weasel to rest while she waited for her next gorge. "Measly dear *Hic*, would you also bring down those sausage links *Hic*, an the eggs too *Hic*? Be gentle with 'em."
"Yes…dear…" Measly panted. As an hour passed, the humans still gone, Measly finished the task he was bidden. In a symphony of sloshes, Weasel rolled onto her belly and made her way to the food. Collapsing beside her, Measly panted. "Here…you are…gorgeous."
"*Hic* Thank you Measly."
Without warning, Weasel pinned Measly down with a hefty arm, and grabbed a potato from the mountain of food. "Now open *Hic* wide."
Reluctant, Measly shook his head. "It's okay Weasel, I'm really not hungry."
"Open up twerp *Hic*, you're never going to eat like *Hic* this again, so it's best to do it now so *Hic* you wont complain about it when we leave *Hic*."
"B-but really, I'm not-." Suddenly, Weasel gave him a smooch on the cheek, causing him to melt in relaxation with a sloppy smile. Willingly, he opened his mouth and allowed Weasel to shovel all manner of fruits and vegetables from the pile down his gullet. Not having much chance to chew, the continuous stream of food bloated his stomach quicker than expected. Fortunate for Measly, he was only able to finish half the pile, with Weasel finishing the remainder. Filled to the brim in potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, broccoli, radishes, apples, and corn, Weasel continued her gluttonous pursuit. Spread out on the floor with paws daintily relaxed on her belly, she blithely opened her mouth as Measly cracked one egg at a time, and allowed it to plop into Weasel's mouth and down her gullet.
Worried about his mate's tremendous size, Measly withheld an egg. "Weasel, I'm…kinda thinkin' maybe you should stop…"
Weasel kept her eyes closed, squinting with a large smile. "Don't *Hic*, stop, more."
"But, you're already too fat to move very well."
"*Hic* Measly, do you *Hic* want me to *Hic* be happy?"
"Well of course."
"*Hic* Then give me more you *Hic* twerp."
Defeated, the reluctant weasel continued plopping egg yolks down her gullet, and into her ever expanding gut. This continued until all the eggs were finished with; all ten dozen of them. Next on the menu were the sausage links, which were easier to glut down ask she sucked them up like a vacuum. Finally finishing everything the room had to offer, Weasel patted her blob like stomach, reveling in it's chorus of sloshes and groaning. Each pat she gave was a sickening squelch, followed by intense bubbling which caused the rest of her body to wobble about. Resting his head against her massive body, Measly sunk deep into her blob like body.
"You happy now my dear?"
"*Hic* Yes, thank you Measly."
"We should probably get going now. The humans could be back any time."
"Let them *Hic*, I'll just eat *Hic* them too, ahahahaha *Hic*. Let me just sleep *Hic* some of this off. Go an *Hic* keep lookout until they *Hic* come back would you?"
Nodding, Measly groaned and grunted as he pulled himself to the racks and up next to the window. Rubbing her sloshing corpulence, Weasel gave a mirthful sigh. It was a shame she and her family couldn't stay here, thanks to her gluttonous appetite eating everything; but at least she was able to live out a kind of fantasy she had, with her kids and Measly no less. With Measly on guard, she trusted him enough to shout or scream of the humans return, and if so, there was always that comfy looking bale of hay toward the sheep's pen to hide in. But until then, she dozed off, patting her corpulence; resting and thinking of another opportunity she'd have like this. Hopefully, she'd be able to break her record.
