Months after meeting Jenna, Jasper had never been happier in his whole life. Each month was food competition after food competition, and thanks to his bottomless stomach they'd win each and every one. And what better thing to do with his share of the prize money, but go out and eat some more. After each competition the weasel still couldn't stuff enough food in his mouth to satiate his gluttonous interest, and as a result, he continued growing fatter and fatter. The addition of belly was a welcomed side effect though, for the bigger it got, the more food it was able to hold.
Jenna also guiltily liked her new roommate's growth, along with other qualities, and as time passed, both had grown fond of each other's company. So much, that though unmarried, the two proceeded with calling each other flattering names like dear and honey. It was as if the two were married already. But strangely contrary to his character, Jasper thought it better to be official someday, and often times when not wolfing something down, he'd ponder when and where to propose.
Out for another food competition, the stoat and weasel (the weasel especially) were rather pleased by the fact this next one took place at a carnival. Though Jasper would rather not go on any of the rides after a meal (if his weight didn't restrict him), carnival food was what really interested him. Everything soaked with grease, massively unhealthy to the core, fattening, and ridiculously cheap. He'd be sure to gorge on some before the day was done.
Fixing the weasel up, Jenna adjusted his tie, and tucked it into Jasper's nice brown formal suit. "Okay, that should just about do it."
Jasper gave a reluctant smile. "Dearest, tell me again why I have to wear this monkey suit when all I'm just going to do is eat?"
"I thought we went over this. I love you and don't mind your mannerisms, but the least you could do for me is look formal when coming to these things. Plus you look cute in a monkey suit. If you were one of my employee's I'd dunk you in my coffee."
Don't think I'd be able to fit, thought Jasper. "Well I hope you didn't waste all that money just to see these buttons pop, and this shirt slide all the way up to my neck."
"What neck," she giggled, "don't worry about the price, I could buy a hundred of these."
"Only a hundred…now I'm worried about ruining this."
"Okay not a hundred a thousand, ten thousand. I doesn't matter what happens to this suit, just focus on winning this thing."
Jasper patted his gigantic gut, "My stomach's ready for whatever this carnival dishes out. Any idea what I'm up against?"
"Hotdogs."
"Hotdogs?"
"Yes, mounds of them. They'll be bringing them over by trays, along with some water to swallow easier."
"And the competition?"
"Nothing a fat weasel like you needs to worry about. But one thing first. The competition starts in an hour, and until then you mustn't eat anything, anything at all." She patted his gut, "this barrel of blubber needs to be empty for the time being."
"Awww," Jasper whined, "But I wanted to try some of the sloppy joes here. And the funnel cakes, and candy apples." His stomach growled.
"I'm sorry honey, but losing this isn't a chance I want to take."
"But I thought you said there's nothing I need to worry about?"
"There isn't because you have an empty stomach, but knowing you you'd persistently go around the carnival eating everything in sight. Now that, would be something to worry about. The more competitions we win the more likely we'll be noticed by an FFC-NEO scout, which in turn increases our chances of being selected to enter the brackets to compete in the competition. I would hate for you to lose that chance because of your own fondness for food."
She made a good point, and having heard that, she went off on her own, gradually enjoying the snacks and such the carnival provided, while he waited for the competition to start. It was a torturous hour, seeing everyone filling their fat faces with cotton candy, popcorn, corndogs swathed in ketchup, chocolate banana's, everything Jasper wanted, but finally it was called for the competition to begin. Heading down to the grand stand, Jasper took his seat at the very edge of a large table spread out in front of him. Waving to Jenna who watched on in the crowd, he looked at his competition: a rat, a wolf, a husky, two otters, and a ferret. The dogs and otters were his biggest concern, but he was confident in his own abilities to out eat them. Taking precautions however, he unbuttoned his suit and slightly lifted his shirt up.
"Competitors," shouted a fat mouse, "are you ready?" Each one nodded. From behind the stand, plump vixen's carrying large trays stacked with hotdogs placed them in front of the competitors. "Each of you will be given a tray of fifty hotdogs and drink. The first beast to finish ten trays wins!"
The crowd cheering loudly, Jasper rubbed his paws in anticipation. "Ten trays of fifty, piece of cake," his belly furiously growled at the mention of the desert. That was another thing he was unable to eat prior to the contest.
"Then on your marks…get set…go!"
Rapidly, Jasper and the others tore into their trays, while the vixens held the next tray in waiting. Grabbing as much as his paws could hold, Jasper didn't bother dunking the dogs in water, and proceeded to stuff all he can down his throat. Pawful after pawful, he felt the hot steaming dogs soothingly traverse his esophagus by bunches. What would've made it more pleasurable is if there were condiments added to them, but oh well. Taking a peak at the other contenders, he grinned at how slow and how little they ate, even the wolves. Finishing his first tray and leaning back in triumph, stomach sticking out for all to see, the vixen handed him his next tray while the others were halfway done with their first.
"I got this in the bag," said the fat weasel, patting his distended belly with mirth. Continuing his gorging, he repeated the process with this tray, then the next, and the next. Slowly but surely, his belly began to significantly plump up. Though it filled up, it wasn't full, and if it were full, it would have to endure. For the fat weasel didn't eat to get full, he ate for the pleasure of eating. Such thoughts fueled his motivation to finish faster, because the faster he finished, the more hotdogs there'd be left over for him to glut.
Fueled by this mindset, he lifted the tray onto his belly, which was perfectly wide and pudgy enough to accommodate the wide tray, opened his gaping maw as wide as he could, and shoveled as much as he could into it. From the corner of his eye he noticed some of the contestants stop to witness such obscene gluttony. Holding in his chuckles until after eating this latest pile, he closed his mouth, chewed a second, and swallowed a bowling ball sized portion, which landed with a squelch inside his content stomach. Belching, he gave his swell a few content pats, "Now that's how you eat hotdogs."
Continuing to eat in this fashion, he finished up the ninth tray, and once receiving the final one he went all out. Giggling at his gluttonous antics, he lifted the tray and slowly poured the hotdogs into his mouth. Carefully directing them so none would hit the ground, and gorging a seemingly endless flow of food. Just like that, five hundred hotdogs were now nestling in the cavernous stomach of the immensely bloated weasel. Patting it contently, he grinned at the other contestants, who knew they were no match against such a heavy eater.
"And your winner is, Jasper!"
As the crowd cheered, Jasper merely leaned back and waved with a paw to his belly. Fantastically overfed, he called over to one of the plump vixens and whispered into her ear. Calling the other vixens forward, she relayed Jasper's order to them. With the contestants leaving the stage, the vixens brought over what remained of their trays and placed them beside Jasper. Licking his chops, he piled everything onto one single tray, placed it on his fat stomach, and casually ate away once again.
Amazed by his gluttonous zeal, the crowd along with the announcer laughed. "Looks like he's still hungry folks. Lets here it for Jasper!"
Once more, the audience cheered and gave a thunderous round of applause. Delighted, the fat weasel couldn't help but blush somewhat. "I love my job."
"Congrats honey," said Jenna walking on stage, "they certainly didn't stand a chance."
Jasper slapped his belly, "against this stomach, how could they. So that means I could've eaten anything in that hour and still would've won."
Jenna shrugged, "well that doesn't seem to matter now, does it? You got your tray of free hotdogs."
"Yeah, the vixen's will be bringing me the rest also. So, I might be a little preoccupied here."
"When aren't you after a competition. Well, I'm going to collect the money. Try not to over do it again. I'm not carrying you to the car."
"Don't worry," Jasper slyly grinned, "no matter how fat it gets my stomach's never been a nuisance. I'll be able to walk to the car. Have some fun my dearest, these hotdogs are going to take awhile."
Kissing her goodbye, Jenna left the stage, leaving the fat weasel to glut himself peacefully in the middle of the fair. As tray after tray was brought for his nourishment, he continued to relish the endless fight for room each hotdog made in his stomach. Wolfing them down one by one or in pawfuls, just continuously eating was a dream he lived often after these competitions. This was the biggest post contest gorge he was given, and so, he made sure to enjoy each tasty bit.
Gorging for about an hour, Jasper received the final tray of hotdogs not only to the vixen's relief, but to his own. There had indeed been times in his life where he was stuffed to the brim, but never near the point of feeling like he'd explode. It was an interesting feeling he'd always wanted to feel before, and right now, it was a guilty pleasure. Fattened to the point where his own stomach occupied his part of the table, the fat weasel moaned and groaned as an orchestra of sloshing and churning weaved pleasing music to his ears. Pleasing, yet vindictive.
Belching to make room, Jasper stuffed the final hotdog into his mouth, even using a claw to force it down. "Uuugh, got anymore?."
"Sorry sir," said the plump vixen, lifting the tray and eyeing his enormous burbling belly in admiration. "That's all we have."
"Oh, well thank you." Resting a bit, he soothingly rubbed his overburdened belly, hoping for the discomfort to die down. "You see, I told you, you could handle anything. Almost three thousand hot dogs. Uuugh, I have to find Jenna so I could sleep this off at home."
Getting up from the table, Jasper leaned back to compensate for his titanic bubbling swell, which had grown greatly in size since they arrived, along with his waist and backside. Everything below his head had plumped up, even the shirt and unbuttoned suit were quite the tight fit. It was nothing some digestion wouldn't solve, but to do that he needed the keys from Jenna, who was still hopefully here.
Waddling step by heavy step, he slowly but surely made his way through the crowd. Masking his discomfort was nearly impossible, as his stomach's continuous protestations made his countenance look miserable. Clutching at his vast corpulence, he let out another belch. "Jenna! Where are you?"
"Hey, if it isn't the winner of today's eat off!"
Turning to his right, a fat jolly rat greeted him. "Congrats on beating the others, they couldn't lift a finger to you. You were great."
"Thanks," said Jasper, "have you seen a stoat wearing a black suit with slightly red fur?"
"Hmm, yes actually, she was talking with an otter I believe. Big fellow, about as big as you in fact. Went near the Ferris wheel."
"Thank you sir."
"You okay, you don't look too well. You know what you need, some of my nice creamy chocolate dipped banana's. Here you go, on the house. You take care now ya hear."
Nodding to the rat, Jasper couldn't resist the temptation despite his churning, over packaged belly. Walking to the Ferris wheel, he quickly downed both bananas at once, clutching his belly and moaning again as the new additions tightened his belly further. "Jenna…hello?"
"Is that Jasper, the winner of today's eat off?"
Oh dear another one, thought Jasper, turning to a ferret fixing some kids up a sandwich. "You were awesome today, a true symbol to mustelids everywhere. Can I have your autograph, I know you're gunna be famous someday."
Jasper shook his head, reluctant to pass up someone asking for his autograph. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
"Oh, well that's fine. Hey, let me fix you up something real quick, my treat."
Reluctantly, more food was too good to pass up once again. While the ferret quickly stacked his sandwich with various goodies, Jasper tried to not think how much more his stomach would hate him for this. "Hey uh, have you seen a female stoat with dark red fur pass by here?"
"Oh Jenna, yeah she's by the Ferris wheel."
Jasper cocked his head, "You know her?"
"Eh, I'd like to think so. Nice girl, you're a lucky weasel. I own a small deli shop, and she comes in for lunch now and then. Even brings back a couple orders for her honey she tells me, hehehe."
That's my Jenna.
"Give her my regards would you?"
Nodding, Jasper took the sandwich, and continued onward. By his standards, it wasn't huge, but judging by the size of it he'd have better luck eating a few more hotdogs. Still, not wanting good food to go to waste, he crammed the thing down his gullet, not even allowing himself to have so much as a taste. As it took up more room, Jasper groaned in what was now a gut wrenching pain. "J-Jenna…w-where are y-you?"
"Hey, it's everyone's favorite fat weasel."
Oh please, not another one. This time it was a fox holding two ice cream cones. "You did great today, here's a little congratulatory surprise."
"Eh, no please, I really shouldn't."
"You're not going to turn down a gift from a loyal fan are you?"
"Well…when you put it that way," he reluctantly took the ice cream.
"That's the spirit. See ya, and good luck at the next competition. Eh, who am I kidding, you don't need luck with that stomach hahaha."
It was always nice to meet a fan, but in this case it was a pain. An unrelenting pain which punished him for his gluttonous sin. Holding onto the ice cream, he kept it out of his sight. "Mustn't…eat it…mustn't…eat it. Hey, it's Jenna!"
Waddling up to her, Jenna looked upon the weasel wide eyed with shock. "Jasper, goodness. I told you not to over do it! I knew it wouldn't do any good, that's like telling a fish not to swim."
The large otter beside her roared in laughter, his stomach wobbling. "Like tellin' a fish not to swim, good one miss Jenna."
Jasper scowled at the otter, then Jenna. "Who's this?"
"Jasper, this is Phillip. Phillip, Jasper."
"Pleasure to meet you," said Phillip, Jasper merely nodding in reply. "Jenna's told me great things about you."
"Oh…did she now?"
"Phillip here has been in his share of contests too. Hasn't lost a single one."
Jasper wasn't impressed. "Well, I've never lost also ya know."
"I know, Jenna told me."
Jenna gave a guilty smile as Jasper scowled at her once again. "Phillip wants to start a team with us. An agent noticed him and he needs two teammates to compete in the brackets."
"It's everything you've been working towards right? To be noticed by someone who could get you into the NEO? Well, I think all your hard work has paid off, if you'll join me. You and Jenna would be superb partners to work with."
All this time walking around and not resting continued to churn Jasper's stomach more fiercely. "Well not to be rude, but I got to go. Jenna, could you drive me back to the house, I really need to rest."
"That's all you have to say? Phillip gave us a way in and you just want to go home and rest?"
"Fine already, I accept his offer. Now please dearest, I really need to sleep all this off."
"Alright, good, but you're not eating in my car, even if it's just a scoop of ice cream."
Darn it, she reminded me, thought the weasel. Looking to the cone, he couldn't just throw it away. Doing such a thing would throw his principles and beliefs out the window. Unable to resist, despite the consequences it might have on his stomach, he tossed the frozen desert in his mouth, swallowing the most laborious gulp he ever felt in his life, and with a deep sigh, collapsed to the floor. His stomach crushing him with a thunderous squelch, proceeded by vociferous sloshing and gurgling.
"Jasper," Jenna shouted in fright. "Are you okay?"
By his side, Jasper looked at her with a sloppy grin through half shut eyes. "Too…much…hot…dogs."
Without warning, Jasper groaned in pain further as Jenna landed a kick to his midsection. "Why…did you do…that…for…Ooooohhh."
"I told you not to eat so much, but you never listen. Well, now you've done it. I also told you I wasn't going to carry you to the car again."
"No worries miss Jenna, I got this."
From all around, beasts joined the otter to lift Jasper up and take him to Jenna's car as she led the way. It took at least fifteen beasts to hoist the fat weasel, something he found humorous in the back of his mind. The thought that it took so many to lift him, showed just how fat he had become before meeting Jenna. So much food, so much gluttony, all packaged into one obscenely obese weasel. Daintily patting his burbling belly, he couldn't of been happier with the results he's made. It was all thanks to Jenna, that his dream of joining the FFC-NEO, and taking his place as the fattest weasel in the world, was on the verge of coming true. Reaching Jenna's car, and groggily reclining in the front passenger seat, Jenna talked to Phillip a little bit more, before driving back home. Weakly, he wave to all who cheered him on as they drove away. They cheered for him to eat, cheered for him to grow, cheered for him to be the fattest weasel he could be. All of them, such wonderful creatures, cheering him on for the one thing he loved doing in life.
Reclining further into the chair, he released a content sigh. "I love my life."
