This is a one off story about Cozylad’s character penelope. It takes place during the short game he created for Weightgaming’s first game jam. It contains content about bellies, fat, weight gain and eating. If you don’t like any of those things, this story is probably not for you.



This story intentionally does not name one of the characters. It’s meant to include the option to self insert, just like the game the story is inspired by. I do take some liberties with time: the game takes place over a week, and I’m assuming for the story sake that the events would be happening over a few at least.



Penelope gnashed at the honey roasted chicken that he so kindly provided. Wow he can definitely cook, She thought to herself. I hope he makes it again. I don’t know if I could get bored of it and it’s incredible.



Their plan was in full swing: Go through the motions of preparing for hibernation, but without actually hibernating for the winter. She had never experienced Christmas: at least never on the day everyone else did. It was always a rush to get it out of the way before hand or a lazy post hibernation after thought. He was helping make sure she would get to experience Christmas.



She knelt on her bed staring at the frozen frame of the latest episode of a new anime series. The name escaped her as a wash of thoughts rushed through her mind. The bear part of her made ravenous eating and rapid weight gain a part of life. She looked down at her belly. After her meal it was just barely brushing against the bed between her spread legs. Her thighs had similarly grown and now mostly engulfed her lower legs as she knelt. Her shirt strained at her growing winter form. Her arms tested the strength of the stitching on the sleeves. They were supposed to stretch, but the tag neglected to say how much they were supposed to stretch. Along with her greatly fattened belly, her growing breasts turned her shirt into what was essentially a strangely fitting crop top.



She never really understood the rest of society's hangups on weight. Ads, movies and TV shows constantly bombarded her with concepts about weight she couldn’t relate to. She knew on an intellectual level what they meant but she didn't feel like they did. Other people were different from her and her kind. They didn’t hibernate. They couldn’t lose weight just by sleeping for extended periods. She could, and so getting exceptionally fat every year was simply a fact of life.



Something was different this year though. She looked down at her belly and poked at the front of it it hard, deforming it into two big temporary folds. Did he stare at my belly as he gave me my food? Of course he did. Humans don’t normally get this big this fast. Why wouldn’t he stare… But… What if it was more than that? This was his idea after all - only pretending to hibernate. She released her finger letting her belly return to normal. The shifting of its weight jiggled the bed. But his looks have been different. Stop that. He doesn't have a crush on you. But I can’t say for certain. The way he looks at me. It’s nice...



She unpaused her show, watched it for a moment, but paused it again. Why would he be helping me get this fat? Would other humans do that? It doesn't feel like they would. So why? Does he like me? Does he like me more because of my weight… Neither of those things are normal… He did say he wants to take me to the Christmas party. She felt blood rush to her cheeks. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought of them dancing together or whatever it was you did at Christmas parties. Her imagination failed to account for her new size. She corrected it, and grinned further. Noooo it can’t be that. Maybe i should ask him.. Penelope called out to him.



He stood there staring at her. His eyes kept wandering downward at her belly, at her thighs and ass. Penelope blushed further.



“Uh - i was wondering…” She stammered.



“Yes?”



Her resolve faltered. No I can’t ask. What do I say? I dunno. Think quick! Penelope gave a shy look out the window at the tumbling snow. “That - the chicken was delicious. Can you make more? I have plenty of room left for more. You know. To prepare. Have to be convincing to my parents.”



He nodded, smiled, and said her would gladly make more for her. With that he was gone. The kitchen clattered with noise once again.



Penelope smiled. I’ll test him. I could probably convince my family already… I’m sure I can get bigger though. She settled down further on her bed spreading her knees and rubbing her belly preparing it for more food. She stared dreamily out the window, fantasizing about the Christmas party to come.