This choice: Penelope tries to get some fish. • Go Back... “Now, if I'm going to gain weight, it might as well be eating fish” Penelope thought.
"It's only reasonable since well, I AM a cat. 'Tis but a more preferred choice among us zan pastries, no? Plus, all ze protein would help fuel ma muscles, in case he'd still want to chase moi” She giggled at her joke.
“Now, where do I find a place with lots of-" Then it clicked her. “Ah! Ze harbor!!" She rushed there excitedly to enact her thickening tactic...which also happened to begin about half a kilometer away.
By the time she reached it, she was panting heavily, exhausted from all the cardio she had endured in her ebullient marathon. Her limbs then gave way, causing her to fall flat on her belly. “I may have to *pant* cut down on ze *huff* cardio if I want to *gasp* gain some weight. *puff*" She huffed between words.
"Wait!!" She rose. “Zat means...I will have to avoid Pepé ze entire time I try to fatten myself! Oh, I’d better find a place to hide until after zen” she panicked, looking around for somewhere to settle until her plumping ploy comes into fruition.
She spots a large, decrepit building just close to the docks. “Seem like no one’s been zere for quite some time. ‘Tis ze perfect hideout!”
She heads over to the ships in search of a fishing vessel, and fortunately one just happened to dock within a few seconds. “Docking ze S.S Canard Assis!! We’ve come with our catch of ze day!!” announced the captain. One of the sailors lowered a crane carrying a net filled with schools of tuna, opening up as soon as it hit the deck. “Hooh, quite a lot are swimming about time of year, no?” he commented. “We’ve been getting quite ze haul zis month”
Penelope gaped in a mixture of awe and elation, salivating greedily as she witnessed the massive pile of fish laying before her eyes. “Come to mama, ma little tummy swimmers~” she said, ambling towards the boat. But then she realized, shaking her head and snapping out of her trance. “Wait, how am I supposed to sneak zis into ze house without getting any of ze fishermen’s attention?”
Suddenly, her brain hatched an idea. She went to the nearest payphone and ordered a package from ACME. She was worried it would take some time to reach her, but Mailbird Roadrunner had only arrived with it in a matter of minutes. He stopped behind her, though she remained unaware of his presence.
He gently placed Penny’s order beside her with his beak, after which he notified his presence with his signature call. “MEEP MEEP!!” he beeped, heavily startling Penelope in the process. “EEEEK!!” she shrieked, jumping quite a distance upwards. Fortunately she landed on her feet, being a cat.
She signed her name on the ACME contract, slightly annoyed by Roadrunner’s noisy entrance. With that, Roadrunner beeped his gratitude to her for ordering before zooming off.
Unsheathing her claws, she tore open the package with joyous vigor, revealing it to be a bottle of Invisibility Perfume. She sprayed herself with it, snickering in glee as she did so. Sneaking aboard, she picked up as much fish as she could carry, making them invisible as well by rubbing them against the perfume droplets on her fur.
She rushed to her hideout, the perfume wearing out just as she reached its vicinity. She found a small hopper vent at the side of the house. “I may need some assistance fitting through zis in a couple weeks” she remarked to the viewers, giggling at her witty jest. She slipped inwards through the vent, landing on a front-load washing machine directly below it. She found herself in an empty laundry room which, while not completely filthy, was still shrouded by a lingering stench. “PEW!! I might as well use some of zis stuff in here”. She sprayed the room with her perfume...removing most of the walls in the process. “At least it smells nicer now, no?” she said, somewhat embarrassed.
She hopped off the washing machine, ready to enjoy her quick-spoiling spoils but before she did so, she realized something. “Oh, I may need something to wash zis down”. She went outside and used a payphone, ordering some milk to compliment her fish, as well as to aid in her plan to lose Pepé once and for all, due to its notable fat content. Milkbird Roadrunner rushed in with her order, scaring her once again with his blaring beeps. “EEEEK!! WOULD YOU CUT ZAT OUT!!?” she rebuked. Roadrunner only stared, still displaying his mysteriously consistent grin, juxtaposing Penny’s incandescent expression. After a moment of silence, he pulled out another contract, which Penny signed, more irritated than last time. Once again, he beeped his gratitude and belted off. “Hmph, and people say my kind are rude.” she said, already growing sick of Roadrunner’s inconsiderate appearances.
She gently carried the bottles through the vent, careful not to shatter them. “And now, ‘tis time to feast. Bon appétit.” she said proceeding to stuff herself with fish and milk. She ate like a queen, savoring every bite and enjoying every gulp. By the time she was finished, her provisions were picked clean, surrounding her with empty bottles and fish skeletons.
Penelope lied supinely in the middle of the room, sighing in satisfaction with her recent bout of gluttony. She looked down and poked at her distended stomach. “Zis may be food now, but as I carry on with ma gluttonous scheme, it’ll turn into fat, and continue to build up in my system until ma thin, graceful figure becomes so plump and juicy, zat Le Pew will be far too disgusted by it to ever chase moi again. Ohohohoho, Penelope you genius, you’ve finally found a way to rid your life of zat troublesome skunk once and for all!” she said to herself, proudly reminiscing the successful unfolding of her master plan. “Yawwwwwn, all zat stuffing has made me quite fatiguée. I had better get some rest.” she said, falling asleep soon after.
The passing weeks were spent routinely, with Penelope using bottles of Invisibility Perfume to smuggle the S.S Canard Assis’s daily catches into her ramshackle refuge, guzzling them down with milk, and dozing til they digest. She eventually began to gain some weight during her heists, slowing her down gradually, which she compensated for by using up more perfume to stay invisible longer. As every few days passed, her figure started to plump. Her limbs grew thicker, her face became chubbier, and her tummy got softer. And her wiggles through the vent got tighter.
The sun rose over the horizon as the last day of the month arrived. A small ray of sunlight shone through the small hopper vent and onto a mound of fish bones. Awakened, Penelope arose from it, yawning and stretching. She smacked her lips and began to scratch her stomach, only for her claws to sink in much deeper than they usually do. “Hmm!?” she said, looking down intrigued. Her previously slender tummy has now grown significantly rounder and flabbier. She jumped to her feet, causing it to jiggle a bit. “Oh!” she cried, startled by the movement.
Her belly bulges out so far it manages to obstruct her feet. When she leaned over to see them, she noticed her previously svelte legs now look like she was being supported by a pair of plump, charred sausages, with no hint of a thigh gap between them.
She then moved onto her arms, which have also grown quite pudgy. She pinched her upper arm, squeezing a relatively considerable amount of flesh from it. “My limbs, they’ve gotten so...plump” she said.
She lowered her gaze back to her belly, drooping down like a giant marshmallow was melting from her torso. She groped it, feeling it’s flesh bulge between her chubby fingers. She felt her sides, squeezing her newly formed love handles. “And ma waist. It has become so round and squishy. It...fills my hands trying to grab it!”.
She moved her hands toward her face. “Even ma cheeks have plumped up” she said, grabbing her chubby cheeks. And finally, she moved a finger down to her chin, finding it encompassed by a soft, thick layer of excess fat. “I’ve grown a...double chin”.
She’d finally done it, weeks of excessive feeding and sleeping between meals have considerably softened her body.
“Look at moi, I’m so...so fat” she said, mesmerized by her new, hefty figure. She found it hard to believe she’d ever get this fat in her life.
Realizing her plan’s final stage can finally commence, her eyes narrowed and ears lowered behind her head as a malicious grin slowly spread across her face. A low, deep, vengeful laugh escaped her lips. “Prepare to be repulsed by ma plumpness, Pepé Le Pew” she said, rubbing her paws together. Abandoning her shelter, she jumped off the washing machine and through the vent, only to get stuck. She struggled to escape, but was far too chubby to budge. “...well, I wasn’t wrong.” she said to the viewers, alluding to her statement earlier that month. Luckily, she saw Mailbird Roadrunner zipping towards her path in the distance and called for help. Rushing over, he grabbed her paw with his beak and tugged as hard as he could. She managed to squeeze free and got up to dust herself. “Merci, monsieur oiseau” she said, grateful for him despite his previously annoying behavior towards her. She then asked for a ride to Pepé’s perfumerie, to which he complied and carried her there on back.
Upon reaching her destination, she hopped off and waved Roadrunner goodbye. Striding confidently to the entrance, she knocked the door, followed by Pepé opening it. “M-M-MADAME!!?” he squawked, shocked by her new appearance “IS...IS ZAT REALLY YOU!!?” She smirked, ready to strike. “Why, yes it is~” she said seductively, despite her opposing intentions. “Have you noticed how...soft I’ve become over ze month~?” she said, patting her tummy. “Oh I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been indulging in lots of savory, delicious food. And look at what zat’s turned me into: a big, fat, marshmallow of a kitty~” she giggled, jiggling her belly. “Are you willing to accept moi after zis, Pepé Le Pew?”
Pepé stood there, addled by her question.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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