Another afternoon, another typical day in White Deer Park; at least it was for Weasel. Ever since driving out the rats and the new assimilation of both wildlife preserves, the park had never been more prosperous. Planning to indulge in peace once again, there wasn't much to indulge with. Mice and voles have been in plentiful supply now more than ever, but the means to run after them had diminished. Rollo continued being a helpful weasel dog, but there just wasn't enough food in his bowl for Weasel to really enjoy herself with, especially with Measly to look after. He was all she had to look after in her aging, now that her two children Fido and Cleo have grown up and set off looking for their own places in the world. What was supposed to be a joyous living free from the bonds of parenthood (spoken in the kindest way of course) the numerous days to follow were much like yesterday.
"Every day is the same thing. Just laze around an do nothing. No babies to look after, no rats to fight, no walking around to find a home. This is all your fault," Weasel pointed a digit to her mate Measly, "I blame you for this twerp."
The male weasel merely looked at her through trance like eyes and with a sloppy grin across his face. "You're gorgeous when you're upset."
Any other day weasel would've swooned at his compliments, but not this one. "Well don't just stand their gawking at me, give me something to do!"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, it's your job to think about it twerp. And until you come up with something I'm staying right here."
Walking over to a stump, Weasel rested her back against it. Fortunately at this time Rollo had also come by with a bowl of the warden's lunch. Pulling the bowl beside her, she refused to share any with Measly until he came up with a solution to her boredom. Eating being the only thing to mildly entertain her, even the warden's lunch wasn't much to cheer her up. Tearing into the bacon, eggs, toast and potatoes, Weasel placed a paw to her abdomen, recalling her previous gorges from her past.
"Least eating is somethin' I always had fun with, but I'm much too old now to be chasin' after mice. And there's never enough food in this bowl ta keep me happy. Why can't you add more food Rollo?"
The dog held his head downcast. "I'm sorry. There's only so much available for me to bring back to you. Oh, I'm a bad weasel dog aren't I?"
"Not as bad a weasel dog as Measly is my mate. Think harder you twerp!"
Measly scratched his head in perplexity. "I'm tryin', but I can't think of anythin'."
"Hello Weasels, hello Rollo." Coming up from the hill besides them, Whisper the vixen came walking by her usual route. "Nice day isn't it?"
"If only it were Whisper," pouted Weasel, "if only it were."
The vixen cocked her head to the side. "What's the mater Weasel?"
"Oh, she's just bored is all," replied Measly.
"An it's all your fault twerp! Ever since the kids left you've left me with nothing ta do! By the way, how's Plucky doing Whisper?"
"He's still a little nervous assuming his role as leader, but he's alright. The park's getting along splendidly. Though, I'm sorry about your boredom Weasel."
"Thank you kindly dear," Weasel patted her stomach, "I remember the days with and without the kids I enjoyed myself with more food than I can think of. It was certainly fun, and a step up to what I do now. If only I could relive those glory days of stuffing my face full without worry."
At this, a sudden idea sparked in Rollo's mind. Excited, he wagged his tail. "Oh, oh, I know, I know."
"What are you blabbering about?"
"T-there's a place, the warden took me one day, which had lots of human food all over the floor. So much, that even the tubes they threw them were all filled up. There was so much food, it could feed an army of weasel's."
Intrigued at this, Weasel got up from her resting place, walked up to Rollo, leaned against him with her paws on his nose, and looked deep into his eyes. "Is this true?"
Rollo vigorously shook his head.
"Really? Enough food to feed an army of weasels?"
"More I think, we didn't see all of the place, just a small part of it. But there was more food there than I've ever seen in my life."
Weasel licked her lips, practically tasting all the food in her mouth. "And what is this wonderful place called my good weasel dog?"
"The warden called it a fair."
Fair, it certainly would be fair for Weasel to finally enjoy herself for once in a long time. Thinking of the plan himself, Mealsy suggested she'd go. The decision being unanimous, Weasel climbed on Rollo's back. Denying Measly the opportunity to come with her (not coming up with something for her to do quick enough) she offered the invitation to Whisper. Rather shy about it, Whisper declined at first. But swayed by Weasel's wit and charm, she couldn't help but deny herself this guilty pleasure; reminiscing her younger more gluttonous days before meeting her deceased mate Bold. Anxious about this gluttonous journey, Weasel couldn't rest while they ventured to the fair. Thoughts of stuffing herself to incredible proportions were too rich to ignore. She'd be sure to break her previous record. Especially with enough food to feed an army of Weasels.
Finally arriving in the dead of night, Rollo took a much deserved rest at the fair pens while Weasel and Whisper moved on into the heart of the fair. Taking in all of it's soothing aromas, the pair couldn't simply wait to get started. Mouth drooling and eyes boggling at the vast amount of food and trash laid out before them, Weasel ran over to the nearest pile of food she found.
"First beast full is a smelly badger, ahahahaha."
Reaching her first pile of food, Weasel grabbed and shoveled all she could in her gaping maw. Gorging herself with as much as she could with one swallow. Feeling the added weight of her first mouthful, she patted her stomach, excited that this will be a night to remember. Over by a table Whisper curiously sniffed at a box of pizza. Not having indulged in human food for the longest time since leaving the city, she was most uncertain of herself. But upon opening the box with her muzzle, and sampling a bite, a jolt of delight sprang throughout her body. Though the pizza was cold, it was still one of the most delicious things she had ever tasted, and losing herself, she preyed on all the food in her reach.
Cramming the last piece of rotten leftover lettuce in her mouth, Weasel slapped her paws on her newly plump form; taking delight in the sound of soft squelches. Lifting up her tummy, she giggled as it bobbed up and down once dropping it. Far from reaching her record breaking body, she rapidly climbed up a table polished off a few sticks of cotton candy, and leapt into a trash can. It was as Rollo said, filled to the brim with leftover food, enough for her to swim around in. Digging deeper into the bowls of the can, Weasel commenced with stuffing. Wolfing down a few corndogs, drinking what was left of a few sodas and other soft drinks, chowing down on some fries and leftover burgers, and splurging herself on a barely nibbled on chimichanga. The vast trickle of food being crammed into her belly caused it to expand rapidly. Feeling her stomach touch more and more of the garbage around her, she continued to finish off what remained of the trash can; anxious to glut within a few more.
Whisper had developed a bit more plump around her mid section as well. Consuming much of what laid around atop of tables, she had a hefty helping of chicken sandwiches, sloppy joes, turkey sandwiches, and potato salad. All of it within large bowls big enough to accommodate a pig. Removing the plastic wrappings was a synch, but why a human would leave some perfectly good food around was their loss and Whisper's gain; literally. After glutting on so much, the vixen relaxed. Spread out across the table, with her belly spreading much of her legs out. Putting a paw to her muzzle, she held in a belch, whilst her other paw massaged the wide expanse of her full belly.
"I forgot how much fun overeating was. I haven't felt this stuffed since my first time in the city so long ago."
Hearing a wrestling coming from the trashcan across from her, a large bloated Weasel rolled out as it tipped over. Coming to a halt, her once plump belly had now transformed into a veritable sloshing bowling ball. Getting onto her hind paws once again, she viewed her added corpulence with great delight; patting it some more as she looked to Whisper and giggled.
"You're not full already are ya dear?"
Whisper rubbed her belly, "Oh no Weasel, I'm just getting started."
Her belly wobbling as she lifted and dropped it, Weasel walked over to further feats of gluttony, while picking up what scraps she could along the way; like grabbing fire wood in a forest. Gathering all she did, she placed it in a pile, then left to gather more food. Eating here and there and bringing more food to add to the pile, Weasel amassed a mountain of rotten veggies, fruits, scraps of meats, and breads. Wobbling her stomach around, she bit into the pile. Suddenly, the tower of food grew unstable, and on the verge of collapse, Weasel waddled off to catch whatever scraps she could in her mouth; just so they wouldn't fall off the table. As the tower fell, so did the food, and like a venus fly trap, Weasel caught all she could in her mouth. Swallowing quickly in order to catch the next morsel. Unaware of her direction however, the fat weasel crashed into the wet, juicy center of a watermelon cut in half; leaving imprints of her bowling ball of a belly, her limbs, tail, and shape of her head. Realizing where she was, she swallowed everything including the seeds, then like a vacuum, glutted the entire exterior, which greatly bloated her out more to her pleasure.
Slightly taken aback at having gorged on such a large specimen, Weasel smacked at her rotund figure which now began to take up most of her body; so much, her legs laid behind it when she sat, rather than beside it. Getting back on her haunches, she arched her head back just to carry her tremendous belly. Enjoying the quivering motions it did, she couldn't help but sing and use her belly as a drum.
"Oh how I love being a weasel! A big fat weasel! A big fat weasel, wit a belly full of food! Oh how I love being a weasel! A big bellied weasel! Cause being a big fat weasel, feels so good!"
Finishing her last note, she returned to her once grand mountain of food. Once a monument to her gluttony, the tower was now a pile of ruble. But being the determined builder she was, Weasel picked up the foundations, and made perfect use of it. Filling her over gorged gut further with the remnants of Weasel Tower; blossoming it to perfection.
Whisper currently held her head under the nozzle of a soft serve ice cream machine, and holding down the lever, took in the euphoric flavors of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. Prior to this, the vixen had enjoyed all the contents within an Icee machine, some cinnamon apple pie, a few funnel cakes, and the remains of a chocolate shake. Growing into a mere appendage to her own stomach much like weasel, she continued to glut until her perseverance reaches its last straw, and finishing up all three machines, her belly wasn't far from it. Dazed and moaning in bliss, Whisper rolled off the table, landing on the floor with a monstrous squelch. Grabbing at a nearby box of nachos, the voluptuous vixen rolled onto her back and rested against the arm of her table; her corpulent waist nearly consuming her hind paws.
"I *hic* think I'm done Weasel. Not sure I could *hic* go on."
Still stuffing her face full of the remaining pile she gathered, Weasel finished the last of it. Enjoying quite the tremendous gorge, she ran her paws down her tremendous, quivering, glorping gut. Her plump face creasing in a satisfied grin. "I guess that makes you a smelly badger then, ahahahahaha."
Whisper giggled, "I *hic* suppose so."
Weasel waddled over to a few cinnamon pretzels lying near a trash can. "Come on dear. Just have a little more. This fair has one bountiful feast after another. Can't let a weasel have all the fun can you?"
She kinda could. Weasel was so gluttonously resilient she would be able to gorge for the both of them. But she was right, she might never get this opportunity again. Though splurging herself on all she could eat was satisfying, age took priority. Not having a stomach such as she had during her younger years, she could only push it so far, where's Weasel perfected her gluttonous art, so no matter what age, she'd be able to enjoy her passion.
Grabbing a nearby half eaten hotdog, Whisper popped it effortlessly into her maw. Delighted, Weasel did the same. "That's the spirit love. Finish off like a fighter, show that food who's top fox around 'ere."
Leaping into the garbage, Weasel swam around, catching all she could in her mouth. The glorious banquet of Weasel and Whisper continued for another hour until Whisper's stomach had finally given in. Gorging on more food than she would eat over the span of a few months, she collapsed within the comforting seat cushions of one of the amusement park rides. A slave to her own gluttony, her over gorged stomach sloshed over her a few times until she was finally able to drag herself to someplace she could rest. Her belly and blubbery back taking up a majority of the seating, her added plush along with all she had consumed, was enough to rock her into a quick and heavy sleep. Much of her stomach hanging off the seat and nearly touching the floor, it bubbled and burbled throughout the night; singing it's song of triumph at having give shelter to so much food.
Waving her off, Weasel still planned to surpass her past gluttonous record. Having the chubby upper paw over Whisper since the beginning of the night, Weasel's passion for over eating knew no bounds. Managing her tremendously obese form well, she was able to teeter on her hind paws long enough to fall before her latest feast with an explosive glorp, and repeat the process for some time. Gaining an incredible amount of weight in one night, Weasel had fattened up enough to fit a badger in her stomach if she wanted. Obtaining such a grand regal size, she wobbled and smacked at her quivering blob of a gut evermore proudly for every pound added.
Finding a few baskets of eggs, she placed them atop of her belly, using it as a table. With a box of pudding snacks and that large, tantalizing cake not far off (not to mention the remaining trash cans in the area) she merely popped eggs into her mouth whole rather than cracking the shell and consuming the yolk. She relied on the massive amount of indigested gorge in her to crack them open for her. Adding more food to her overburdened stomach filled to the brim many times over, Weasel grew more drowsy and food drunk. The more she ate, the more she felt had to be eaten. Despite her mountainous stomach's protesting, she'd undulate it about, distracting her fullness with the chorus of sloshing.
"You're *Hic-Hilp*, done when I say you're *Hic* done," she slurred, her voice a tad more husky than before. "The stomach *Hic* of a weasel knows no *Hic* limits."
Grabbing and placing a bunch of pudding snacks atop of her belly, she began rapidly guzzling each one down. Her three flavors, chocolate, vanilla, and even Oreo, kept adding to the soft layer of fat of her belly. Occasionally she had to lick her lips as she tried guzzling multiple snack packs at a time, spilling and dripping a few globs of pudding on her fur. But in little time, she finished the entire box off, and groaning to sit properly upright in order to stand on her hind paws, she carefully teetered over to the table which had the large cake. As slow as a snail, she climbed the seat, her monstrous weight putting her at a disadvantage. A constant tirade of vociferous sloshing, burbling, and churning arose as she worked her way up to the top, until finally, she reached the cake; huffing and puffing as she took the first bite.
About as tall as her (with her new weight), it took little effort to level it down. The swathing of butter cream fueled her to take larger bites, as she reached the strawberry filling in the middle. Eating from top to bottom, the layers grew increasingly larger. Not to mention her stomach got in the way, so much she had to lye down just to eat the bottom. Once finished, she groaned in bliss, as it filled her up much more than anything else she had eaten that night. Looking to a trash can not far from her (as all tables had) she attempted rolling toward it. At a glacial pace, she grew closer, with her grotesque blob of a body sloshing evermore vibrantly. Reaching the lid and falling on top of it, she was too fat to fit inside, and due to her tremendous weight, she toppled it over. Landing with a squelch, the momentum rolled her over to a nearby box, and peeking inside it, her fat face gleamed with excitement.
Rubbing as much of her stomach as she could, she pulled it over to her. "This *Hic*, will probably be *Hic* my final eating."
As much as she didn't want her heaven to end, she had long broke her record, and if not yet, this box packed full of banana bunches would sure put the nail in the coffin. Grabbing a few, she placed them atop of her, directing them toward her mouth, and with her plump arms, she hugged them against her soft corpulent bosom, sending a flurry of bananas zipping their way into her gullet. Gulping down multiple fruits at one time caused her to wince, but the sheer joy of overeating compensated for the brief pain. Continuing the process, she chowed down on what remained, which took about fifteen minutes to ingest a couple dozen bananas.
In order to not be consumed by her own stomach, Weasel returned to Whisper slowly but surely, and rested her globe like blob of a weasly body against the side of Whisper's seat. Still as fat as ever, the vixen had long dozed off, too tired to be awaken by the constant groaning and sloshing of Weasel's stomach. Proud at her gluttonous achievement, Weasel patted as much of her landscape of a stomach as she could. Expanding a few feet in front of her, she released a content sigh and submerged her head further into her fat body. The giving way of her limbs and muscles caused her fat belly to spill out further, like a melted ice cream.
"*Hic* Oooh, this…was a night *Hic*…to remember. Never in my *Hic*…life…did I ever…*Hic*…expect, to become so large. Oh, wont *Hic* Measly be proud."
She could only imagine how gorgeous he'd say she was, despite however much she weighed. Licking her lips of what flavors her nights gluttony produced, she rested her paws atop of her jello like belly. Hedonistic as always, she looked forward to the next time she'd be able to enjoy herself like this. She wouldn't even have to eat for sometime, holding enough food to feed a family of weasels for a season. Such greed and self satisfying was what she lived for. And having enjoyed it here at the fair, she couldn't fathom what the next place would bring.
