It’s been about three months since Penelope insisted Pepé fed her for every meal on a daily basis. Penelope has been waiting for Pepé to finish prepping breakfast.
And all this time spent eating has had a blatant effect on Penelope’s figure. Her softer arms rested on her dining table as she fidgeted her thumbs whilst clasping her hands together. Her face, now with chubbier cheeks and a more visible double chin, was lit with eager anticipation as she awaited her daytime delicacy. Her breasts had grown somewhat bigger, which she takes a small, yet petty sense of pride towards, her mostly catlike anatomy usually deeming her somewhat flat. But they were still pretty small compared to her now plumper belly (coupled with a few love handles), which gently rested on her chubby lap as she sat on her soft tush, with her chunky legs swaying back and forth underneath. As aware of these changes as she is, she was much too focused on making up for her bias towards Pepé.
Her belly suddenly started to grumble, impatient with Pepé’s long duration of preparation. “Are you done yet!?” she called for him. “Already finished, madame” he responded, walking in with a cart holding two dishes hidden under cloches. “Today you will be having zese freshly cooked cakes of ze pan” he said as he lifts her cloche. “And I will be having...ze same thing of course. As a nice symbolism for our mutuality, no~?”
“And...well, because it saves a lot of ze time, heh”. As he lifts his cloche, it is revealed he has a much smaller stack than Penelope’s. Or well, she has one much larger than his. Once again, she patiently awaited for him to finish so he can manually feed her. Or well, rather SHE was patient, as her noisy belly begged to differ. “Oh, would you pipe it!?” she angrily whispered towards it.
As Pepé wiped the crumbs off with a napkin, he proceeded to feed his beloved. “You know ze drill, no~?” he said, forking a pancake into her mouth. She giggled in response before leaning forward to consuming the cake, her flabby belly pressing the table. “Mmmm~!!” she savored the glazed disc. “Oh my, zith ith exphepfional!” she said, with a mouthful of pancake, which Pepé responded with a slight grimace, finding it unladylike yet undeniably somewhat adorable.
“Ah baked it in ze best of conditions just for you, madame~” he said charmingly, causing her to giggle from the flattery. He continued to feed her until the last cake was finally finished, to which she washed down with a glass of milk. Oh, she‘s fine drinking on her own. Since being manually provided with drinks comes off as WAY more annoying compared to being fed, come on. After finishing her glass, she laid further into the chair, sighing contently as she rests her hands on her belly. Followed by a small burp, of course. “Urp! Oh giggles, excusez-moi”.
Pepé gently chuckled in response. “Umm...Penelope, darling?” he said to her. Penelope looked ahead, knowing he can be somewhat serious when he uses her actual name. “Yes?” she replied. Pepé was a bit hesitant with his statement, but knew he had to tell her. “Do you notice anything well...different about yourself?” he remarked, somewhat nervously. Hearing this, she knew he was indirectly admitting his awareness of her fattening. I mean, Pepé may be a bit slow, but he’s not blind. It’d make sense for him to notice since it was all over Penny’s face now. As well as her arms, legs, and torso. “I mean, of course ah may have gotten a bit...potelé in ze belly recently, heh.” she said, prodding her squishy belly. “But it is not a problem, I will lose it when ah get ze chance. You shouldn’t worry about moi.” she said, nervously chuckling. “If you say so, mademoiselle” Pepé replied, trusting her assurance.
Penelope wasn’t exactly lying though, there were times she had exercised and dieted in secret to avoid having Pepé witness it and feel bad for being “responsible” for her weight gain. But those moments were pretty infrequent, part of which because she may find it hard to avoid Pepé at times, and another because she simply doesn’t think about it.
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It’s been three more months since Penelope’s recent gain. The time is noon, and Pepé and Penelope are seen having a peaceful noon stroll at the park, planning to have some croissants for lunch together. Well, peaceful for Pepé.
Since his recurrent feeding sessions have significantly affected Penelope’s physique, making it harder to walk with him. Her thick, chunky legs rubbed together as she walked. Her fatter arms rested at her sides (which are now covered with much larger, flabbier love handles), her right one holding Pepé’s hand and her left holding three bags of croissants, months of being heavily fed having somewhat increased her stomach capacity. Her larger breasts have gotten somewhat rounder from all the fat accumulated, but still rested gently on her belly. Which has gotten so enormous, it bulges out and hangs down to a fourth of her thighs, jiggling with every step she takes. And finally, her face has gotten quite round and soft, sporting some large, chubby cheeks and a more prominent double chin. A pussycat as big as her won’t have Tweety think twice about seeing one.
Fortunately, the speed of their stroll meant Penelope had plenty of opportunity to regain energy by taking deep, subtle (well, as much as can be) breaths as she walked. Although, the high noon sun wasn’t helping much with that. Her excess fat combined with the sun’s heat was enough to make her sweat. She wiped a few beads off her head, her breaths getting somewhat faster. Luckily for her, she spotted a bench under the shade of a nearby Oak. “Why don’t we pant stop by over zere?” she said, hoping to get some rest. “Seems like a nice spot” Pepé obliged.
He lets go of her hand, walking over and sitting at one end of the bench. Penelope followed suit, panting and sweating. As she sat on the other side of the bench, her sheer weight caused it to pivot. “AAAAAHH!!” she shrieked, startled by the sudden movement. Pepé’s side was hoisted in the air, making him slide towards her. “SACRÉ WHOAAAAAAAAHHH!!” he cried. As he pressed onto her flabby side, they both awkwardly stared at each other. Penelope broke the silence with a nervous giggle before scooting over to the middle. “Why don’t we just eat, yes?” she said, attempting to change the subject. “But of course” replied Pepé, with the same wish in mind.
Pepé took out a honey-filled croissant, considered a delicacy according to his mustelid diet. After he finished his, Penelope proceeded to open a bag and have him feed her. Being a cat, she preferred more savory meaty flavors. Her individual croissants stuffed with mackerel, beef, goat, chicken, turkey, and mutton (the last three slightly discomforting employees Foghorn and Sam as they packed her orders). Pepé took out a mackerel croissant. “Down ze hatch~” Penelope said in a seductive tone as she pointed towards her mouth. “Ah~”
Pepé chuckled, feeding her the fishy treat. “Mmmm~” she said, taking enjoyment in the flavor, but also the intimacy between them as he treats her. Swearing that it even somehow enhances the flavor. As she finishes her snack, she takes out the beef croissant and hands it to Pepé to feed her as well. “Anozzér, Garçon~?” she says, giggling. Pepé continues to feed her until the last bag, allured by her pleasure.
As she swallows the last piece of the mutton croissant, she sighs and gently pats her belly in contentment, forming a few ripples. UUURP!! she burps loudly in response to her meal. “Oh my, e...excusez-moi” she said laughing amusedly yet nervously with a blush on her. “It is fine, it is just ze internal gases releasing from you, no?” Pepé remarked.
“Oh Pepé. I absolutely LOVE how well you are treating moi. I just feels like it brings us so much closer togezzér~” said Penelope, staring lovingly into his eyes. “I mean...figuratively a...as well”. She said nervously, recalling the occurrence a few minutes ago. “I am just doing the right thing, no? Giving my precious gumbo of ze chicken ze pleasure she deserves” replied Pepé, Penelope giggling in response. “Oh, have you come up with a new perfume yet?” she asked, curious about whether he made a breakthrough in his quest for new perfumes. “I am still working on it, it just takes ze right mix of ze right ingredients” he responded. “Well, I hope you accomplish something soon, my little Camembert” she said, supportively.
“Well, zis was fun but, I think it’s time we head back to your place” she said, grunting as she lifted herself from the bench, which creaked moderately as she did so. Pepé stared at the seat, slowly yet anxiously lifting himself from it. After getting off he realized Penelope was already a few feet ahead of him, but looked back as soon as she noticed he wasn’t with her. “Coming!?” she called out to him. “I will be zere soon, darling” he cried back, watching her walk further ahead.
Despite her assurance of losing weight, Pepé had secretly been contemplating the otherwise large leap in Penny’s figure. He walks a bit further, seeing her panting heavily in one spot with her hands on her knees before continuing onward. He started to wonder whether he was doing something wrong that was contributing to the fattening of his fiancée. He felt somewhat guilty, but was afraid of telling Penelope since he thinks it would ruin her pleasure. Nevertheless, he hoped things would get better for him and his girlfriend in the future. “Am I...doing something wrong?” he asked pensively as he walked back to his parfumerie.
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