Held up within a cellar, Weasel grew quite attached to the thought of living down there, whilst Badger grew concerned about the other Farthing Wood animals. Not much for worrying about others, Weasel took a liking to her new environment, particularly the red dripping liquid exiting a nozzle attached to a large barrel. Sampling some with a paw, the tantalizing taste of this wonder tonic was a revelation to her taste buds. Sadly, same couldn't be said for Badger, who judged the liquid as foul by it's smell. Still, Weasel drank on, unaware of the beverage's surprising side effects. 

"Weasel," said Badger, worried about Weasel's change in disposition, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Never better ol' chap," said Weasel through closed eyes, wearing a sloppy grin followed by a fit of laughter as she fell drunk to the floor. 

Suddenly, something caught Badger's attention outside the cellar doors. Voices were heard, calling for caution, and without warning barrels started rolling down the wooden plank leading outside. While Badger ran for cover, the drunken weasel stood with a sloppy grin for a moment, but quickly managed to evade their oncoming approach, and tranquilly returned to her drinking. 

"Weasel? Speak to me."

*Hic*

"Where are you?"

*Hic*

"Don't move." Following the sound of dripping water, Badger was relieved to find Weasel. Not so much indulging herself on the human's drink. "Weasel, we have to get out of here."

"But-I-like-it."

Despite her liking of the drink, she listened to Badger as the plank leading out through the cellar door lifted and began to retract. Leaping onto the plank, Weasel, followed by Badger, ran up the plank and passed the two humans lifting it. Drunk and uncoordinated, she ran not knowing (or caring for that matter) where she was headed, as well as spewing the same nonsensical dribble. 

"'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go!" 

Prancing through the streets without a care, some delectable allure caught Weasel's attention. Following her nose, she was lead to an open doorway, which to her delight, was a gateway to a beautiful world. At first, Weasel pondered the assumption the drink was lethal, and sent her to heaven. But the lack of other weasels to banter with refuted that. Instead to her delight, she had entered a sanctum of sorts, where food was brought and placed in rows upon sacred alters. Along with the food, Weasel spied drinks as well to her right. Hundreds of different colored bottles it seemed, all with pictures of fruit and berries. To her it was another reason why humans are so nice, leaving food out for any beast to eat. But to humans, it was the Jamestown Fine Wine and Bakery.

"Weasel," Badger scowled, "what are you doing, we have to get to the others!"

Ignoring Badger, the hiccupping weasel leapt on a nearby chair and onto the wooden counter in front of the store; making her way toward a basket of cookies covered in plastic wrap. "*Hic* You know Badger.*Hic* I never told anyone this before. *Hic* But I'm actually quite the heavy eater don't cha know."

"Weasel this is no time to eat. Now get out before anyone sees you!" Ironically, Badger leapt inside as a car passed by.

Ripping off a wrapper with her claws, she sampled a chuck of a cookie. Smacking her mouth and chewing with the utmost delight, she continued to grab chunks until the entire cookie vanished into her stomach. 

"*Hic*MmhMHmHmmMm, tasty.*Hic* See Badger, only nice people make nice things like these.*Hic*."

"Weasel, you hear that?"

She did, coming from the room behind her. 

"It's humans, quick, get down from there and hide!"

"*Hic* But I like the nice people. *Hic*Come on Badger, lets say hi to the nice people.*Hic*. Hello nice people."

Without warning, Badger yanked Weasel off the counter and quickly hid behind the opened curtains in front of the shop. Her muffling protest was followed by a loud bang, along with footsteps stomping throughout the store. 

"I told you, I told you not to forget but no you never listen to me. You never listen to anything I say." 

"Uuugh would you shut up woman, before you give yourself a headache."

"You're stupidity is what'll give me a headache. Just hurry up and get it. And put the sign up, you know we're not coming back in awhile, you want a burglar to come in hear and steal everythin'? You're hopeless, I'm waitin' in the car."

It wasn't long before high heels and heavy boots stomped out the room followed by a shut door, and the car leaving the lot. Managing to wiggle out of Badger's grasp, Weasel wasted no time in returning back to the counter. Not caring to notice the curtains closed and the door to the back room open, Weasel once again began unwrapping more cookies, stuffing herself without a second thought. Badger continued to attest to their being here, but Weasel didn't care, and continued eating to spite him. It became obvious to Badger that they were now only leaving on her accord, and being the kind soul he was, there would be no abandoning her. 

"*Hic*Don't worry Badger. This'll only take a minute. *Hic*."

If a minute would be all it took for them to leave, Badger settled down and waited. Diving into the basket, wrappers began flying threw the air, as munching and hiccups began molding together. With a mind and tongue warped by drunkenness, each cookie tasted much better than the last. After three minutes, the basket tipped over, as a plump Weasel came crawling out and walking over to the food stacked across the shelves. 

"Weasel where are you going, you said you'll only take a minute?"

Weasel sloppily grinned at Badger, "I said I'd take a minute with the basket, not with everythin' else, ahahahahaha." 

Disgruntled Badger returned to his spot near the door, looking at Weasel's gluttonous display. Making her way from left to right, Weasel began gorging herself on banana bread and honey glazed scones. With ease she was able to tear away at the entire shelf, along with picking up what crumbs she left behind. Continuing to glut what she came across as she continued descending, she returned back to the counter, bloated and twice her size at having eaten so much bread. 

To finish her treatment she waddled over to the bottled drinks. Using her fangs she pulled off the cork, tilted back, and allowed the sweet bitter strawberry flavored drink to cleanse her gullet. The mixture of liquid with chunks of food began to make Weasel's belly wobble and slosh. Wine, cider and ale all began to bubble within Weasel, bloating her out further until she had her fill. Feeling more top heavy, the gluttonous weasel feel onto her stomach with a squelch. 

"Weasel you pig, don't you have any idea what you're doing to yourself?"

Rolling over just enough to see Badger, the drunk weasel sloshed her stomach about. "*Hic* It's like I told you Badger. I'm a 'eavy eater. *Hic* It's only now you actually get to see, ahahahahaha *Hic*."

"Well you've had your fill, lets go."

"*Hic* But I'm still 'ungry."

Cocking his head back in shock, Badger kept an eye on Weasel as she entered the back room. Wobbling to and fro, she managed her new weight pretty well considering this was the first time she had ever been this fat. Within the room were a few boxes scattered about with faint but swell scented food emanating from them. Waddling over to a nearby pile of boxes, she used her claws to cut the tape sealing them revealing a treasure trove of cylindrical cheese. 

Badger shook his head in shock. "Oh no, Weasel. You aren't honestly going to eat all that by yourself."

"*Hic* Care to join me then Badger, ahahaha?"

Not waiting for his answer, she pulled herself within the box and truly let herself go. Glutting on all this food was everything she ever dreamed it would be, since she was restricted from eating mice and voles for the time being. The plopping of each slab she'd swallow caused her exuberant hiccups to become that much louder, as well as her belly's sloshing and burbling. Her stomach's vociferous attestations fell on deaf ears, until Weasel had gorged on the last slab of cheese, resting upon a mountain of burbling, gurgling goodness. 

In a chorus of sloshing and groans, Weasel used her superior weight to tip the box over, pulling herself to further opportunities of gluttony. Her treatment continued with cookies, pies, apples, packaged cinnamon rolls, ginger bread, and lastly, banana's, which proved to be a lot more fun to swallow whole than most of what she had already filled into her cavernous stomach, while Badger watched in shame. 

From all the food she had eaten, Weasel had grown obscenely fat, never yielding to the onslaught that entered her mouth nor allowing her stomach to rest. Naturally slender like most mustelids, she had completely lost her shape, replacing it with a heaping pile of sloshing, wobbling fat and indigested gorge. With a box beside her she laid her overly chubby back against a wall, with a paw feeding her the remaining bananas and the other patting her grotesquely swollen belly. Which was as fat around as badger was tall. 

"*Hic* I always knew I were a big eater," moaned Weasel in pleasure, "*Hic* but never this big."

"Look at you, you're as big as you are selfish and greedy. If I'd of left you the rest of us would've been long gone by now."

"*Hic* Can't leave without Weasel *Hic*. You know Badger, you've been like a father ta me *Hic*. I always looked up to you with the highest--*Hic*."

"If only you'd listen to me like a father, then we would've gone back by now."

"*Hic* Cheer up 'ol chap *Hic*. I'm almost done with this here box *Hic*. But I am getting' kinda tired. So if *Hic* we going I might have to ride on your back, ahahahaha *Hic*. 

The thought of Weasel riding his back was not a comforting one. As she plopped the final two banana's into her mouth she rubbed at her corpulent expanse. Jiggling it about and giggling at the sound of her gorge shifting inside her cavernous belly. Enormously pleased with herself, nothing would please her further than to continue this for months. But all good things came to an end. 

Declining her request to ride him, Badger and Weasel finally set off in the dead of night back to the other's, if they were still there. Thankfully Badger blew a sigh of relief as owl flew overhead to lead them. Noticing Weasel's enormous change in size, she awkwardly held in any comments until the trip was done. 

At a slow pace thanks to the bloated creature, they finally rendezvoused with the others. At the sight of Weasel, all of their worry had turned into scorn, as the bloated beast laid near a bush paws resting on her belly. As they berated with comments of shame, selfishness and greed, Weasel only took in the sounds of her continuously sloshing bubbling belly. It's song of gluttony formed whimsical thoughts of further gorging herself in the many other stores back at the city. Having lived a dream, Weasel patted her immense stomach once more, as her and the others drifted to sleep. Awaiting what the next day will bring.