On December of 2014 to January 2015,  sondere- made this interactive series of images about Jason, a chubby bluejay who has a penchant for softer things... particularly soft bellies. You can see the the images here:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

This series was so amazingly well done that I just couldn't hold myself still, and I asked Sondere himself if I could type in a short story about his great character, and he agreed. So I did, and asked him for permission to post the result of my over-excitement.

Here you have it... I hope you enjoy it. I know it might seem like I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do and slacking off on the trades I have to do... But trust me. I'm also inching my way forward in that aspect. Don't you worry.


Jason and the thumbnail ©  sondere-

Story ©  dragontzin

Amazing editing job ©  choiced

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Jason’s Gain

He barely left the couch now. He had long since given up all that hassle. Besides, it only wasted precious time to laze around and enjoy the food around (and inside) him. And lazing around and enjoying food was all he wanted too do after all. Times had been pretty tough all throughout the year and now he had earned more than enough time for himself and he was not going to waste it at all. He could always shed any winter weight he could possibly gain, but with his swiftly metabolism, he doubted he would even so much as put on a couple of pounds if anything. Sure he wasn't a model and his body wouldn't appear in any well-merchandised trendy store, but he had kept his healthy weight for a long time with no problem. It made him look jolly.

He closed the fridge door with a rolling motion of his hips, slamming the door a bit harder, a bit sooner and with a jigglier movement than what he had anticipated. "It's only a quick snack before lunch." He excused himself as he walked back to his couch

The bluejay took the tall pile of leftovers back to the living room, a couple of Thai food containers along with a double cheeseburger and one and a half family-sized pizzas. Perhaps he would return after awhile for some ice-cream if the while array didn't manage to fill him out. Spoiler, it wouldn't.

The three-seater groaned and creaked, complaining boisterously about the more than four hundred pounds of blubber and feathers that were suddenly applied to at least two of the three seats, with love handles spilling over the armrest and right into the third place of the couch, where the feast-sized snack was momentarily set before it was voraciously wolfed down.

The same pattern had repeated throughout the past several weeks, waking up late; something unusual in his daily routine, given that he was much of an early bird (forgive the pun), and fixing up some heavy snacks, figuring that they would compensate for the lost breakfast, only to order up some lunch a couple of hours later, taking advantage of the sweet winter deals that offered party platters and family-reunion servings for absurdly low prices. He could always keep what he couldn't eat as leftovers. After eating lunch, each day becoming more of a test if he could finish a bigger portion of the massive arrays of food he ordered out, he would pass out on his couch, widely sprawled over an increasing fraction of the three seats, with his formerly chubby belly growing tighter and rounder each time he sat to eat.

By the time afternoon rolled over, he would've slept for at least a couple of hours. So the groggy and still bloated bluejay would wake up to see if there were any plans for that night. Which meant if his friends were available for playing some video games. If they were, he would freshen up a bit and waddle his way to their place, or in a more likely possibility, they would come over to Jason's apartment and they would spend the late afternoon and a good deal of the night chatting, playing and trying to beat each other. And in Jason's case, snacking. It's a good thing his friends knew his tastes and never visited him without more than enough chips, popcorn and cookies to munch for the length of their intense gaming matches. Admittedly, Jason was the fittest of the group by the time his winter break started. The three other fellows snuggly filled the wide couch so one would have to sit in the floor, much to his unfortunate dismay. But that only meant an easier reach for the snacks of course. With all of them being young adults with limited cash resources, they would often order a pizza once night had fallen and they had finished the snacks. Jason, forgetful about the contents of his fridge would only too late remember his surplus of party platters and would end up offering them by the time pizza was already consumed and their appetites had been sated. Occasionally the four gamers would accept seconds and even thirds if the gaming got exciting enough, a habit that started to grow on Jason after a while, given his enthusiasm for food. The gaming night would end when they all sat full of food, tired of punching on the controllers and happy of spending a night with friends; where Jason would end his day stripping from his tightening casual attire and slowly drifting off to sleep in a mattress that would each day seem to be shrinking around the blue bird.

His routine, carefully designed to fulfill Jason's biggest pleasures of lazing around and eating plenty, made him the happiest bird in existence. He would change nothing about it at all.

But all good things come to an end, and his routine could only hold as long as his metabolism did. Unfortunately and unbeknownst to the avian, his days of keeping his weight in check were pretty much over, and his friend's habits would only rub on him more and more with each day that passed. The first notorious change his routine suffered was a consequence of his increasing appetite and the seemingly insufficient calorie consumption during the day that left Jason with wild hunger pangs all throughout the night, which at first were merely ignored but soon grew louder and more painful, and could only be solved with the simplest solution: eating. So in addition to the constant snacking, he would now wake up for a midnight snack or two before returning back to his bed to digest his hour-long binges

The new meal only served to fuel his already rapid gain, and his clothes would be the first to notice the effects. His large-sized outfits lasted only a bit longer than his 38 inch waist jeans, that were simply replaced by some stretchier materials like those jogging pants he once bought a couple sizes too big. Those were sure better to laze around and felt far more comfortable around his middle. His shirts followed soon after, choosing a baggier look that allowed him and his growing body to expand without restrictions. His friends barely noticed the gradual change; being accustomed to seeing people with chunkier and wider frames, Jason barely made it into that group.

However, little by little, our hungry bluejay expanded, filling quite nicely his position as the utmost example of a laid-back lifestyle that anyone would be pleased to embrace. Of course the side effects that came with that particular lifestyle slowly became part of the bird's life, who brushed them away with simple excuses: it's just some winter fluff, it'll go away, he assured his fellow gamers when they made a discreet remark about the way, when Jason occupied a spot in the couch there was no longer room to spare, like there used to be. And as he grew in size, and he persisted in a state of denial, his friends poked more and more fun at the flabby avian, whose neck became swaddled by fat, heavy jowls drooped down the sides of his beak fighting for space with the increasing size and number of extra chins. Going down his body, the next thing that called anybody's attention and his most notorious feature given the fact he was a male, were the two sagging orbs of blue feathers that couldn't be contained by this time by any shirt no matter the size. And in case they could be somehow tucked in place, they would stand out like a female's breasts and with the way they wobbled around whenever he moved, they would end up ripping any shirt, tank-top, or wife-beater in store. Nothing held them back so Jason had resigned to wear his old gamer/rock shirts the way they felt the most comfortable. And so they hung past any clothing and hung right on top of the sagging beach ball that was his belly. The downy flesh jutted forward a good feet and sagged over his waistline, down his thick, soft thighs, constantly being fed with all kinds of junk food and constantly begging for more sustenance. The plush dome was only matched by the office-chair-breaking rear that the bluejay had acquired only after intense and diligent hours of feeding himself to his maximum, only to try and get some more food down the hatch. His arms not wanting to fall behind in the pudge race would also sport their fair share of the weight, with sleeves of lard wider around than what his legs had been only weeks in the past. Before the winter break, some would've described him as barely cherubic; by this time his weight was tipping the scales at over 480 pounds, and he was nothing but downright overweight. Not that he realized his condition just yet though. He was far too busy making the most put of every waking second... And every sleeping second just as well, concentrated in how he could beat his friends in the game, and how he could fit yet another box of last week's Thai food before it went bad, and still leave some room for dessert.

[...]

Change is the only constant on the universe... And the speed of light of course, but by now, Jason wasn't speedy nor was he light at all already a month into his well deserved vacations. All he was could be described as obese. Absolutely obese. His body had grown to a point where he could barely walk long distances, or walk by any measure, so his only means of transportation was a slow deliberate waddle that made his sagging flab jiggle almost perpetually even minutes after he had plopped his rear upon the well worn and uselessly destroyed couch in his living room which he now filled from armrest to armrest. The only thing that had grown bigger than his body was his appetite, now demanding a nigh constant input of snacks thankfully delivered right to the door of his apartment. Nothing could make the bluejay more happy. Even if he had already outgrown everything on his flat: from his tiny fragile bed to even the doorways, where he often got stuck in his way to retrieve more food from the fridge, which had become enough of a reason to stop moving from the living room altogether and instead order up all of his meals. Meals that had grown both in size and in caloric density, and would've served well enough to satisfy a family of six nicely, yet instead they kept the ample bluejay just barely fed for an hour or so. His bedroom much like the kitchen was entirely out of bounds, not only because his bed rested shattered and crushed to splinters but also because the door was far too narrow to allow his body in or out of it anymore. By now it was hard to tell if Jason hadn't yet noticed his olympic-proportioned weight he had put on or if he had finally wrapped his head around his massive gain and just chose to ignore the fact that more than a bluejay, he resembled a fully grown blue whale. Whichever the case he had never felt so happy in his life.

Having grown bored of playing for the third time Rainbow Road on Mario Kart 64 that afternoon, he just placed the controller on top of his immense right love handle and lifted his log-sized arm in order to barely reach his earpiece; one of the best purchases he had ever done in his life, in order to call the local pizzeria, asking just like he had oh so many times before, and adding a couple of family-sized pizzas to the order, just in case, and taking advantage out of a take two for the price of one. The delivery boy, a young, slightly chubby (but skinny in comparison) antelope answered the phone and identified the caller without skipping a beat, repeating the all too familiar request for the blob of a bird: four family sized, deep-dish, cheese filled crust pizzas with every topping available in stock as fast as they could to the address given.

As soon as the call ended, and about to attempt the titanic task of getting on his feet for the first time in the day, his earpiece ringed from an incoming call. It was Daniel, one of his gamer friends who had just returned to town and was in for some retro gaming after a couple of weeks without playing. After all most of them took advantage of the holidays to spend time with their respective families, either in or away from town. Now, they were all set and ready to make the most out of the remaining vacations, and feeling all nostalgic about the whole new year spirit, what a better way of spending the first week of the year playing some good old games. Not being one to pass on some great times with his friends after not seeing them for a while, Jason agreed to invite them over to spend the night playing, already enthusiastic about the prospect of defeating them once again in his favorite N64 games.

After he hung up with Daniel, he called his other friends aided by the all too useful voice-controlled menu of the earpiece, easily convincing them to come over that evening. By the time he hung up with all of them, the pizza arrived, knocking on his apartment door and waiting for an answer. Instead he just shouted at the delivery guy to come right in. The door was unlocked, it had been like that for a while. At least after that one day he tried to go out and couldn't pull his body through the narrow door frame, which represented an impassable obstacle nowadays, and left leaving his home out of the question. Of course this only meant less time wasted walking to the pizza place or the ice cream parlor, and more time for sleeping... Or even better, eating. So he did that, he left his door open for the delivery men to come right into his apartment and deliver the oh-so-glorious goodies to his living room. There was nothing wrong with doing that, was there? He was a busy man after all. He needed to focus on more important stuff than opening the door. And opening the door gradually became the least of phis worries, now preoccupied by other, more important issues, like finding the remote when it rolled down his chest and away form his reach, or changing the game he wanted to play, even adjusting his earpiece was a matter that could be easily solved thanks to the kind delivery guys who visited him on a daily basis. The saying couldn't be more accurate: "when life closes a door, it open up a window", and in Jason's case one wide enough to feed his constant cravings.

So, like many other times before, the bluejay let the delivery boy into his home, and received his pizzas, which as per instruction of the avian were placed where the armrests of the couch would've been, if his fat hadn't swallowed them and sagged all around them. Barely wasting time thanking the pizza guy and giving him a lousy tip (hey, college students don't get their money from trees, you know?), he immediately dug into the small stash of freshly baked Italian confections, enjoying every single second of it: the strong cheese, the tangy sauce, the doughy base, all the toppings he could have dreamed of... It was truly his personal paradise.

Pizzas didn't stand a chance against his mighty hunger and his endless appetite, neither did the two three-liter sodas he had ordered along, nor the gallon and a half he surprisingly had left in the freezer, and were thankfully rescued by the ferret boy who had brought his meal... err... snack.

After this, he fell into a deep slumber, too full to move and too delighted to waste the opportunity, falling victim to the food-induced coma, minutes after he shoved the last spoonful of already thawed-out Rocky Road. A loud banging on his door finally woke him up, the afternoon sun shining through the blinds that darkened the window and created the perfect atmosphere for gaming...

'The guys! Right! Those must be them... ' the bird correctly deduced just before hearing another fit of impatient door-knocking.

"Come in guys, it's open."

The door knob swiveled and the small group was greeted by an unexpected sight. Unexpected indeed. A wide variety of food containers, most of them licked clean with not a scrap of food on them, littered the floor of the living room. In the center of it all was the three-seater couch which could once easily hold three of the gamers, now was not only occupied, but utterly overfilled by only one of them. And none other than who somewhere more than a month ago had been the fittest of them all, now swollen and engorged to such proportions that the mere though of movement was just another fantasy.

"Jason, is that you?"

"Jason, what happened to you! You are a blimp!" Daniel said stepping forward unable to believe what his eyes told him. "Look at you! You used to be smaller than me!" He poked him on the side, trying to see if —all of— his massive flab was actually real. "Can you even move?"

The bluejay only turned his head ever so slightly, as much as his nonexistent neck, and the tire of fat that smothered it could yield, looking at the guys from his seated position. Almost immediately he opened his beak, causing his multiple chins to bunch and fight against one another for space as he spoke:

"I can barely move, but I can move my thumbs enough to beat all of you, any game, anytime." The bird replied with a clear superiority tone all across his voice. "So pick your game ladies, it’s game night!”

The boys didn’t need any further motivation than that. They quickly occupied some new positions around the overfilled and feather-stuffed couch, and shipping the controllers from the floor to begin the evening, opening a few bags of chips and passing around the two-liter bottles of soda while the game was placed in the console. There was something much more important than looks, and that was pride… but more importantly, friendship. True, slightly competitive, friendship.

[...]

He barely left the couch now. Way to engorged in his own ever-expanding mass to make the tiniest of the movements. Of course it had been days since he out-grew the couch, let alone his apartment. Jason’s appetite acquired colossal proportions as he kept stuffing (and asking to be stuffed) with food constantly and to no end. He barely left his couch because its ruins were now crushed and forgotten under his unfathomable tonnage.

And he loved it. Every second of it, every instant of pure laziness had built what he was now, and it only served to perpetuate his lifestyle for the time to come! Now unable to leave his place, he relied in the kind help of his friends, and occasionally —why not— from the delivery guys, who still were required to sate his endless hunger. His passion was still web design, and it was a good thing he was passionate about something that indirectly depended upon his sedentary lifestyle, and not upon his once lean figure, so he now took his courses online, and at the same time he would have always a new tab ready to go to his favorite sites and order his usual at the local pizzeria. Hey, it required a lot of effort going through a whole lesson without eating a bite.

He was now living his life to the fullest… quite literally so.

"UUURRP! What’s for dessert?”