Having not else to do in life but eat, sleep, eat, wake up, eat, scold Measly, and eat, Weasel traveled to the city to further satisfy her true delight in life; eating. Wanting to enjoy yet another feast alone, she beckoned her mate Measly to stay behind at White Deer Park. Being the caring Weasel he was, he was reluctant to let her venture on her own. But Weasel wouldn't have it.
"How am I supposed to enjoy myself with you weighing me down! You measly little twerp."
Then the occasional cracked joke of her own stomach weighing her down was made. Understanding his loves request, he promised to gather up a feast for her return. Satisfied with the idea, she gave him a large hug, as well as a request, "Be sure to gather plenty of mice. Oh, and tell Rollo to pitch in as well." Licking her chops, she smiled at the thought of yet another feast waiting for her after the one she'd have in the city. Sticking her stomach out in wide view, she smacked it in admiration, he paws sinking deep into her squishy pillow of a belly.
Sadly however, the city didn't have as much working for it as she'd like. There was probably only a quarter of food within these trash cans as apposed to the ones at the fair. Oh the fair. The most glorious banquet she had ever splurged herself on. She promised to go again, once the trip didn't seem so arduous. Much of the weight she gained their had trimmed off, but still, she was left with quite the anvil. Her beach ball of a belly was a pleasant addition to lug around, and with her practice it was fairly easy. It pleased her more when Measly would sometimes use it as a pillow or give her the occasional belly massage.
Currently, Weasel dined herself on the riches of an Italian restaurant garbage bin. Ripping open a bag, she scrapped up what noodles and pasta she could find stuffing it into her mouth and licking her paws of sauce. Looking to her large stomach, she patted it tenderly as it growled. "There there, we'll find something around here. These humans can't be that hungry." But apparently they were. It seemed for each morsel she stuffed down her gullet, by the time she found the next it had already been digested. Perhaps it was her stomach adapting to the massive demand of food its master craved. Well, it pretty much knew the routine now, plus it could help her beat her previous record. With luck, she'd hopefully be able to find something, and by the munching sounds coming from a nearby trash, perhaps she found it.
Walking up to the trash receptacle, she couldn't help but feel curious about the beast who sounded quite pleased with what they were doing. Suddenly, the trash fell over with a loud metallic crash, and out of it rolled an enormously fat albino ferret, clutching at a few baked potatoes which it blithely crammed down its mouth. It was a she, and about as large as Weasel, perhaps larger. More notably the trash can she fell out of looked quite empty, and at this, Weasel cocked her head; feeling she had missed an awesome meal.
"Excuse me," said Weasel, "how much food did you find in there?"
The ferret covered her mouth with a paw, producing an unladylike belch. Then her belly wobbling around as she smacked it, she released a content sigh. "Oh…lots. This is outside a restaurant after all."
"An is this the first one you've been in?"
The ferret attempted to stand, "Nope, third." Getting to her paws, she stuck out her belly and patted it, "All of them giving me the same rich results."
Weasel couldn't believe what she heard. "How is it you found all the good stuff and I find all the scraps?"
"Raccoon nose," she pointed at her nose.
"Er…excuse me?"
"Raccoon nose. We can smell good food a mile away, and know which trash cans are filled with the most grub."
At this, Weasel clutched her sides, her belly wobbling as she exploded in laughter. "Ahahahahaha, a ferret who thinks she's a raccoon, how rich, ahahahaha."
Unable to help but laugh herself, the ferret stifled her own chuckles, her belly also wobbling. "I can see how that sounds weird. Truth is, I was raised by raccoons. So I pretty much picked things up from them. My name's Pip," she extended her paw.
Weasel shook it merrily, "Weasel."
"Weasel? Hahaha, your name is your species? Hahahaha, and you were laughing about me and my raccoon nose, ahahahaha."
"I suppose so, ahahaha."
For quite some time, both mustelids laughed merely with each other, as well as converse about themselves and where they came from. Doing this, Pip also used her keen sense of smell to find the best eating spots around. Enjoying good food and good friends, the fat pair found quite a lot in common. Going to the fair being an example. Both relayed their stories with how they battled a seemingly endless stream of gorging and glutting, their stomachs stuffed to the brim. But with high spirits and devoted hearts, they pushed their bellies to the limit, wolfing and shoveling down all they can, their paws stuffing as much delicacies down their throats as possible. Until finally, they'd retire to a triumphant victory. Overfilled many times over, they'd rest and revel in their globe like visage, tenderly stroking what blubbery landscape they had amassed.
Tales of their escapades and adventures passed the time dramatically, up until the sun went down, and nightfall had come over the once busy city. Having eaten the day away, both Weasel and Pip rested against the wall of a building; content smiles slapped across their faces. Possibly cleaning up all the garbage in the city, their stomachs were significantly larger, so much they slightly pressed against one another. Relaxing further into her own plump visage, Weasel pressed her paws against the fat which gathered around her bosom.
"Pip my dear, your gift of a nose is certainly a blessing."
Pip's belly quietly sloshed and bubbled as she stifled a giggle. "Why thank you Weasel. Your knowledge of this town was certainly helpful in our bountiful banquet."
Weasel giggled as well. Looking to her belly, its undulating motions whenever she'd rub her paws against it, would always coax her fancy in such a pleasant way. "You know dear, even after all we've eaten today. I'm still rather peckish."
Pip squeezed her stomach, "I know what you mean. This isn't nearly as much as I'd hope to dine on. Don't suppose you know anywhere else? Anywhere fine and grand enough to soothe two corpulent queens such as ourselves?"
"Hehehe, oh you tease. Sadly, no, I don't. We could've went into one of these bakeries or something earlier, but now they're all shut."
"Hmm, well, I think I know a place."
Intrigued, Weasel turned to Pip. "What is it?"
"Well, you know the fair? You ever think about where all the food comes from?"
"The humans, ahahahaha."
"Yeah, but where do the humans get it?"
At this, Weasel scratched her chin. "I don't know."
Pip grinned, "Well what if I told you I did. The source of all that food. I've been to one once, and it was the most grand time I've ever had in my life. Food as far as the eye can seen, all fresh and whole, not thrown away or chewed on. And all of it will be ours. What do you say Weasel, you with me?"
It was a silly question with an obvious answer. The drooling weasel quickly kicked and rolled onto her haunches, lifted her friend up, and beckoned her to lead the way. While walking Pip continued coaxing Weasel's interest with all the food that would be present, stimulating her hunger further. Reaching a large building, they entered through a vent which they had to squeeze their way into. Reaching the end, Weasel's nose was thrown into a whirlwind of different tasty aromas, which caused her belly to tremble with anticipation, producing loud gurgles and sloshes. The smells came from all the boxes stacked atop of metal racks all throughout the room. Cartons of what looked like juice and liquid were also scattered around. Though the room was cold, both girls were fat enough to keep warm. Eager to attack all the precious smells that laid before her, Pip restrained Weasel, and took her around the room, through a door and into what she first thought was heaven.
"Feast your eyes Weasel, all this, is yours."
Though it was dark, Weasel's eyes could see perfectly what laid before her. Rows upon rows of food were stacked as far as her near sighted eyes could see. Virtually anything she'd eat at the fair, was found here untouched by human mouths. Produce, poultry, sweets, drinks, snacks, breads, veggies, it was all here. Excited out of her mind, she gave the fat ferret a hefty hug. Their bellies bouncing and burbling as they pressed together.
"Pip, what would I possibly do without you?"
"Starve."
Both girls burst in laughter for a bit, then left their own ways, betting each other on who could get the fattest before they were done. Weasel went over to the milks section while Pip went to produce (wanting to indulge in her potatoes before Weasel). Grinning and rubbing her paws together, she was impressed at all the different brands and types of milk there were. Low fat, 2% reduced, Fat free, and of course, the regular kind with no fat taken out. She grabbed at two gallons first, pulling them down to the floor with her. Then opening one, she covered the hole with her mouth, leaned back and guzzled the carton like a champion; making sure every drop of fresh cold dairy went straight to her mid section and not on the floor. It took about ten seconds each for her to empty both cartons, and she grew phenomenally fuller than when she started. Moaning in pleasure, she looked to her belly, which had greatly grown in size with only two cartons of milk. Mesmerized with how it swayed to and fro like gelatin, the bloated Weasel shook it, giggling at how loudly it sloshed about.
"This is going to be a long night."
While she continued her drinking of dairy, Pip helped herself on potatoes, squash, pears and bananas. Preferably potatoes though. Sweet, red, and regular all at once. She spared no time chewing them, as stuffing them down whole was her favorite way to eat them. Quickly, her belly grew in size with each new spud to graze her figure. Delightfully, the food was stored on a slope like table, so Pip was able to relax while gorging herself. Her belly greatly sagged however, as gravity pulled much of it over the side of the table. Thankfully though, a bar was put in place to keep her and the food from falling over. Mirthfully, she began popping two potatoes at once, each landing in her belly with a resounding glorp, pushing and shoving her other indigested gorge.
Feeling a bit of a tingle, she giggled and smacked her belly, "No need to fight, you have to share room with everyone. How're you doing Weasel dear!"
"*Hic*!"
In their gluttonous language, Pip understood her all too well. Finishing her potatoes, she rolled over and pulled herself to the squashes, then the pears, then the bananas which did the biggest number on her. The squash and bananas added to her stomach's overall squishiness, which served her well when plopping back down to the floor. Struggling to climb up a step ladder she put in place, she went over to the next section of fruit which contained different types of apples, grape fruit, straw berries, and grapes. Groaning with bliss, she happily continued to stuff herself.
Continuing to eat and drink like royalty, the two mustelids continued having the time of their lives. Weasel, finishing at least fifty cartons of milk, was practically the size of a bloated, blubbery calf. Trying her best not to tip over, her stomach filled with tubs of milk made moving around quite the challenge. Every slight movement made her body want to gelatinously tip over like a barrel of water, something Weasel found amusing. Though there was still some milk, chocolate milk, and early morning drinks to go, the fat Weasel craved solid foods. So waddling over to the cookies isle, she grabbed a couple bags, ripped them open, and downed all of it's contents in a flash. Her large chubby cheeks beaming with ecstasy as chocolaty goodness tingled her tummy. The more she ate, the more her body began to stabilize. Solid food shifted around with the milk, caused every slight tremor to slosh and glorp about. Enjoying this, Weasel wobbled her belly.
"This place is *Hic* a Weasel's paradise!"
"And a ferret's!"
Once finishing all the bags, Weasel moved onto the boxes which had a curious label on each of them. "Better to buy in bulk," she read aloud. Looking down, she viewed her enormously wide frame which seemed to stretch out from all angles. Squeezing and patting at what she could reach she snickered. "*Hic* I couldn't agree more, ahaha*Hic*hahaha."
Finishing up the entire produce section, Pip waddled over to the canned food section with a can opener in paw. Savvy at using human tools and utensils, she thought it fair for her to allow Weasel to eat the more accessible goods. Plus she got to enjoy her canned potatoes. Picking them and opening them one at a time proved a minor inconvenience, but eventually downing the contents they held proved all worth it. Corn, soup, clam chowder, peas, it was all glutted with finesse. As her belly grew in size, she used it to slam against the isle, making all the cans from the higher shelves to fall down. Feasting on those, she finished the beans and sauces, as well as everything chef Boyardee related. Finally, the last can reachable traversed her gullet and entered her monumental stomach. Having more blubber than an elephant seal the ferret woozily lost her balance and slowly fell backward; her enormous bottom taking time to face flat on the floor. Slowly, a tsunami of stomach sloshed over her and proved too much to fight back. Thankfully though, with liquid consistency it rolled forward, freeing her entrapped legs which were previously consumed by her abundant waistline.
"*Hic-Hilp* I've already glutted so much *Hic-Hilp*, but there's still so much more to glut."
Suddenly, an enormous weight leaned over her shoulder accompanied by thunderous sloshing and burbling. It was Weasel, content and pleasantly woozy herself. "*Hic* Pip my dear, you certainly know how to show a Weasel a good time. *Hic*."
"How did I *Hic-Hilp*, not hear you coming?"
"Hehehe, your own stomach was makin' too much knows to hear me coming behind you," she patted the ferret's belly. "Now I don't suppose your done because there's lots more left."
Pip playfully shoved Weasel off of her, causing her to fall back and deal with her own stomach sloshing on top of her. "I'll beat *Hic-Hilp* you to the good stuff, hahaha."
"No *Hic* fair."
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A couple hours past whilst Weasel and Pip tore at everything they could lay their paws on. Unable to finish everything in the store, both girls conceded, ending their competition in a draw. Though, being the gluttons that they were, enough was never enough. Going to the back room to rest, the temptations of the food within their boxes on the racks was too much to resist. Pushing the boundaries of their stomachs even further, they ate everything they could possibly reach, ending with a box of bananas for each of them. Fatter than any mammal on the planet (besides a whale), both rested back to back, resting their paws on their other worldly stomachs, which took up a majority of the room in front of them.
"*Hic-Hilp* Weasel."
"*Hic* Yes Pip dear?"
"Heh, I never *Hic-Hilp* thought it'd end in a tie. I was pretty sure I *Hic-Hilp* would be able to out eat you."
Weasel's corpulent mass of a body jiggled and sloshed as she giggled. Daintily, she rubbed her massive belly. "I'm a very accomplished eater. *Hic* I was pretty sure I could beat you."
"Hehehe *Hic-Hilp* hehe. Well, this was great, wasn't it?"
"The best *Hic*. So, how're we gunna get out of here?"
"*Hilp* Er, hehe *Hic*, just give me a bit of time to think of something."
A bit of time was fine for Weasel. Having broken her glutting record yet again and put on enough pounds to break a bench, she felt she deserved a rest. As she closed her eyes and relinquished herself to sleep, she couldn't help but think of how much Measly would have to massage once she got back; having become ten times the Weasel she used to be. It was moments like this she lived for after all. Glutting without end, and getting fatter with each feast. With so much belly before her, she softly patted it without lifting her plump arms, allowing the symphony of pleasant squelches to lull her to sleep, with Pip following in suit.
