Author's Note:
This is just a creative and imaginative Weight Gain fanfiction story I made for fun, hilarity, and humor, as well as my first fanfic story based on a certain animated movie. You guessed it, it's Mr. Peabody & Sherman!
DreamWorks Animation is one of my favorite animation industries, besides Pixar Animation Studios, because it makes such incredible films like Shrek, Bee Movie, Over the Hedge, Madagascar, Kung Fu Panda, and many more, and that's why Mr. Peabody & Sherman is one of my favorites. When I watched the film, I thought it was pretty funny and interesting. For all of you MPAS fans, I have put together a whole collection of one-shot stories focusing on the everyday lives of dog genius Mr. Peabody, his optimistic boy Sherman, even sweet and perky Penny Peterson. This was originally published in December 2019, and I barely updated the first draft until it was previously deleted, so this has been reuploaded and rewritten.
In this alternate universe, Mr. Peabody, Sherman, and Penny will be the same, only they are obese and chubby characters, which should bring out big laughs. This is my very first cartoon character weight gain story ever written by yours truly. I have read other weight gain fanfictions and that inspired me to make this fanfic. Each one-shot chapter will be a completely random story that will all be episodic. One more thing, though. It will take place in New York because it was the central setting of the original movie. There will be plenty of weight gain and food-related elements included. No immobility will be seen. It will all be a twist we'll never forget! Without any further ado, sit back, relax, and enjoy these outrageously funny one-shots!
DISCLAIMER: This is an alternate universe story. All rights belong to DreamWorks Animation and 20th Century Studios. Please support the official release.
==One-Shot Story One: School Day==
It all began in one of the United States' most populous cities, New York City, otherwise known as 'The Big Apple' or 'The City That Never Sleeps'. It was also named even NYC for short. All of the buildings stood many stories high, and the citizens of this megacity, which were 'New Yorkers', went about their daily business, activities, and their lives. The sky was in a beautiful blend of blue and orange, and the clouds were in shades of yellow as the sun slowly rose from the horizon, the brilliant sunlight cresting through the skyline's silhouetted image. What's different about this reality, one might ask? It's that not a single person weighed less than 200, 300, or 400 pounds. No one could guess.
Right on the outskirts of Central Park, there was Peabody Industries, a company where many creative ideas are always on. At the very tiptop of the building sat a swank high-rise penthouse apartment overlooking the cityscape, and was the home to two very different individuals. A dog and a human, that is.
In his bedroom was a young boy of seven with brown eyes and bright auburn hair in a pointed cowlick at the front. The name of the boy in question was Sherman Peabody, the adopted son of Mr. Peabody, the world's most intelligent dog. Sherman was still fast asleep in his bed, nestled comfortably in his blanket from his feet to his neck, with an odd bulge underneath it. His body took up most of the space on the mattress that was bending downward awkwardly. It was early into a new Monday morning, and that meant one important thing for Sherman to do...go to school. He was busy snoring and snoozing peacefully, his red hair all scraggly from turning left to right in his sleep. The radiant gleam of daybreak filtered through his bedroom windows, the walls bathing in patches of gentle morning light, even on his face.
At that moment, the door to his bedroom swung open revealing an anthropomorphic bipedal dog standing in the doorway. The breed of this dog in question was a beagle with snow-white fur, droopy ears, and shamrock green eyes. If you looked carefully, he was a very overweight beagle with plump limbs and a large belly that bloated out from his furry body. He wore a pair of black circular glasses and a carmine-red silk bow tie on his neck above his furry flabby chest, giving him the reminiscent impression of a professor. His name was Mr. Hector Peabody, a name that the whole world revered with great strength and Sherman's adoptive father. Usually addressed as "Mr. Peabody", he had a reputation for being the smartest being of them all, putting his intense creativity to good use, and was made infamous for his distinctive natural abilities of a human. Despite his signs of slight laziness, Mr. Peabody possessed two things: his amazing intellect and knack for inventing things for the betterment of mankind whenever at work, of which they never caused misfires or failures.
Peabody stood in the doorway and couldn't help but smile. The sight of his slumber was a relaxing sight to him, but of course, due to it being the break of dawn, Mr. Peabody went to wake up Sherman. He walked over to the redhead's bed on his hind legs and placed his paws on the body of his sleeping son.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Wakey-wakey." Mr. Peabody said as he gently shook Sherman awake.
In response, Sherman drowsily opened his eyes and yawned with a stretch of his body. After the red-haired child rubbed his eyes to clear away the last few bits of sleep, that was when he pulled the blankets off himself. Sherman soon revealed his true appearance as...A DECIDEDLY OVERWEIGHT YOUNG BOY WITH A RATHER CHUBBY FACE! He wore a pair of light blue pajama pants that nearly enclosed around his thick legs. His exposed colossal, globose belly restrained his matching, button-up pajama shirt, doing very little to cover up his front, and the buttons on the gaping shirt were fastened but were on the verge of popping open at any given moment.
Sherman turned to set his bare feet on the floor as he came face to face with his dad. "Good morning, Mr. Peabody," Sherman said, a smile on his chubby face.
"Good morning, Sherman." Mr. Peabody said. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Uh-huh." Sherman nodded.
"Well, come meet me in the kitchen," Mr. Peabody gestured for him to follow him. "I'll fix you up some breakfast."
"OK. I'll be there in a sec." Sherman said as the portly white canine left the room to the kitchen to prepare the morning meal for his son.
Sherman put on his black round glasses identical to the ones Mr. Peabody is wearing. He then heaved himself on his feet with his tremendous potbelly jiggling around. His PJ shirt to ride up a bit as Sherman stretched his arms high above his head while standing on his toes. He lowered his snug pajama shirt back into place above his belly button and gave the large cheeks of his rear a quick scratch. Sherman started heading down the hallway, causing the apartment to shake with a small but loud tremor in each step he took from how big Sherman is...literally.
Sherman plodded up the stairs leading to the living room, straining and panting heavily as he went up one stair at a time. Of course, due to the excessive fat on his body, it was a bit of a challenge going up. As he made his way to the dining room, Sherman began to think in his mind of what breakfast he will be served today by Mr. Peabody.
When he arrived at the dining room close to the kitchen, he took his seat at the table with the chair creaking faintly under his mammoth weight. Right when Sherman was seated at the table, the sound of low but ravenous grumbling emitted from his stomach as if it were begging to be filled. Sherman put his hands on his soft tummy; he was starting to get hungry. For breakfast food. Just then, he was greeted by a transparent white aroma line that wafted from the kitchen. Like a snake, the recognizable smell of pancakes slithered across the tabletop, and right up to his nose. Sherman closed his eyes and inhaled the warm scent through his nostrils before his eyes lit up.
"Something smells good here!" Sherman thought to himself.
Minutes later, Mr. Peabody emerged from the kitchen, having finished preparing breakfast for his son. He wheeled out a serving cart carrying a platter enveloped in a stainless steel dome cover. He stopped the cart near Sherman's side at the table.
"I hope you're hungry, Sherman," Mr. Peabody replied happily as he took the platter from the cart and set it in front of Sherman, followed by an entire carton of whole milk beside it. "I made you some pancakes for breakfast, just for you to have on your very own. It's your favorite flavor: Chocolate Chip."
Sherman excitedly licked his lips with a grin between his chubby, round cheeks. "Yummy! I love chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast! You even make 'em...pretty fantastic!"
Mr. Peabody just grinned. He knew that his son loved savoring the tiniest and most pleasing hint of chocolate contained within the fluffy surface of hotcakes and was typically described as his favorite breakfast meal. "Well, enjoy your breakfast, son." Mr. Peabody said before heading off to let Sherman eat up.
The plump ginger boy removed the domed lid to reveal its contents: nine chocolate chip pancakes topped with a dollop of whipped cream, six greasy strips of bacon on one side, and two sunny-side-up eggs on the other. The abundance of delicious breakfast food bursting in hot steam made the boy's mouth water excessively. Sherman picked up a gallon of maple syrup from the bottom of the cart and poured a deluge of the sweet sticky liquid right on the pancakes, completely drowning them in a rich film of light brown glaze. When he's done with that, he put the syrup jug aside. Soon after, he immediately began to dig into his breakfast. The silver cutlery was at the table and was used by Sherman一a fork and a knife for cutting his pancakes into quarter sections.
The loud smacking of his lips, scrapes of utensils, and grunts of delight filled the dining room as the boy hastily slurped and scarfed each forkful of syrup-soaked pancake slices like a pig would do⸺a casualty of his gluttonous proclivity. Mr. Peabody watched his son gorging on his food in amusement. "Well, somebody's hungry," he chuckled. "You really must love the way I prepare your breakfast, do you?"
"Mm-hmm! You make the greatest chocolate chip pancakes ever!" Sherman spoke through his mouthful of pancake. His bulging cheeks barely moved and his lips vainly closed in an attempt to masticate the food as he swallowed it down. "Also I am quite pleased."
"Well, I'm really glad you like it." Mr. Peabody said as his son continued to eat at his greedy pace.
Sherman gripped all six bacon strips in his hand and crammed them in his mouth in two or three large bites, then he shoveled spoonfuls of both fried eggs in his mouth in one go. The boy lifted the plate from the table up to his face and licked the lingering syrup stuck to it, having finished off the last of his pancakes. Sherman put his plate down, then he unscrewed the cap on his milk carton, and he began chugging it down. Straight out of the carton. Sherman slugged back each swig of milk as a few white trickles ran down his double chin.
The last few drops of milk were swallowed. He breathed out a sigh of contentment, dropping the carton onto the table.
Every single breakfast foodstuff had been entirely eaten.
All that's left of the chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and eggs were nothing but a plate licked clean by Sherman's tongue. The empty milk carton lay on its side near the plate. Sherman slouched back lethargically in his strained chair as his ball-shaped belly is just in its beginnings of digestion from breakfast.
"Pretty good, huh?" Mr. Peabody asked with a grin.
Sherman just nodded with crumbs, syrup, and whipped cream smearing his smiling, chubby face.
Silence filled the room for a few minutes. The next thing?
BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP! A HUGE belch prolonging for a whole fifty minutes escaped from Sherman's mouth, causing one button to pop open from his pajama shirt. Peabody couldn't help but bust a gut as he held in his laughter, trying hard not to laugh at how Sherman belched. However, he did find it funny. Sherman wiped his face off with a paper napkin, then he started to slowly and contentedly rub the warm surface of his smooth belly with his hands from the quantity of food he had eaten.
"Mmm...So delicious..." Sherman moaned happily as he rubbed his stuffed belly. "I'm...so...full."
"You look like you enjoyed the food, buddy." Mr. Peabody replied, placing a paw on his young son's left plump shoulder.
"Thanks, Mr. Peabody, for the breakfast," Sherman said with a smile. "Those chocolate chip pancakes were the best." Every word he spoke was laced with genuine gratitude, "Not to mention tasty."
"No problem, Sherman." Peabody smiled back. He had always liked to see his son thankful for what he does to him.
As Sherman continued massaging his full tummy, Mr. Peabody noticed the button that snapped loose from his son's pajamas on the floor. The obese white dog went over to pick it up before curiously studying it in his paw. He said with an impressed grin and a wink, "Whoa, Sherman! You've busted a button this morning!"
Sherman laughed a bit at Peabody's joke before he said with a puzzled face, "I don't get it."
"OK, son. Since you're done with breakfast, it's time you get a move-on." Mr. Peabody instructed, glancing toward the wall clock in the living room. "You have school today, and I'm taking you there."
To be clear, Sherman didn't want to move around a lot especially after eating such a large morning meal. Nonetheless, he mumbled tentatively, "Okay..." Sherman lazily hauled himself up from the table. The chair was left in a nearly distorted bend due to the thorough amount of weight Sherman was forced to endure. The bulbous redhead left the dining room with the same heavy steps to get ready. Mr. Peabody collected the plate and the milk carton to put in the recycling bin in the kitchen.
==Sixteen Minutes Later==
Moments had passed since breakfast. After having a shower, brushing his teeth, and combing his hair to his trademark jag in the penthouse bathroom, Sherman came out only wearing clean white briefs and carrying his pajamas in his arms (he took them off before showering). The hanging edge of his large belly obscured the front of the boy's underwear, almost making it look like that he wasn't wearing any at all. He returned to his room in his underwear to get dressed in his school uniform.
Whenever Sherman went to school, he had enough smarts and maturity to obediently follow the dress code regulation, like the other kids who go there. Sherman set his pajamas on his bed, then he collected his uniform from his closet. First, he put on a pair of dark gray pants. Next, he put on his white short-sleeve shirt. Thirdly, he wrapped his black necktie around his collar. Fourthly, he put on his navy blue vest over the white shirt. Since he was too huge to reach down so he could put on his socks or shoes, he sat on the floor to slip on his blue socks. Finally, he put on his dark brown leather shoes on his feet before he slowly stood up.
The boy observed his chubby reflection in his full-length bedroom mirror. The waistband of his dark gray school pants was affixed in a weird curve over his swelled haunches and right below his massive belly. The strained school shirt and vest fit snugly doing very little to cover up his mostly exposed belly and his belly button. Sherman looked down at his belly and poked it with one finger two or three times, proof that it had slightly expanded outward from his piggish eating habits at breakfast a while ago.
He put his yellow iPhone XR in his right pants pocket (he charged up his phone in the night), then slipped his backpack over his plump shoulders. After making sure he had everything he needed, Sherman felt like he was all set for school. The boy went back up to the living room and Mr. Peabody met up with his son moments before approaching the elevator.
"Sherman, I see you managed to get your uniform on." Mr. Peabody replied, eyeing the auburn child's small clothing worn on his large body.
"Yeah. It's a little snug, but I think these clothes prove to be comfortable." Sherman said, looking down at his tight uniform.
"Well, good for you." Mr. Peabody gave him a thumbs up, with Sherman returning the gesture. "Come on. We gotta get you to school. You don't wanna be late."
Peabody and Sherman headed to the elevator. The pudgy white dog pressed the button to open the elevator doors. The overweight dad and child squeezed themselves inside the elevator; although the car is large and fairly wide enough to fit people the largest, the canine and redhead's plump bellies were nearly shoved up against the walls according to height. Sherman pressed the button to the main lobby, and the doors slid closed. As the elevator rode down, a tiny hint of realization hit the fat redhead about how he's going to be taken to school.
He turned to the white dog. "Mr. Peabody, can I ask you something?" Sherman asked.
"Sure, Sherman." Mr. Peabody said, looking up to his son from his level. "Anything you say."
"Are you sure our moped can move around the city, despite us being heavy?" Sherman asked. The boy patted his hand on his large belly to demonstrate his point.
"Yes," Mr. Peabody nodded. "The moped we usually ride in is strong enough to withstand our weight, and the sidecar is big enough for you to easily slide in."
Sherman's only response was a nod. Though he filled up on pancakes laced with chocolate and milk a while ago, he was sure to get to school in due time.
The elevator doors slid open with a ding as it reached the ground level, and the two Peabodys left the car. They said a quick good morning to the lobby's portly receptionist, with the woman returning the hello politely as they went out the building's doors.
It was a really beautiful morning out in New York. The sun was out, the weather was calm and peaceful, and the sky was a very vibrant blue with a few puffy white clouds moving past. All of New York was bustling with activity. However, it was ruled by overweight citizens by the hundreds to thousands! Every single person, from child to adult, all had obese bodies and wore clothes that leave their fat bellies exposed. It's official: everyone in this world appeared to be fat as Mr. Peabody and Sherman. Comically in this reality or dimension so to speak, health problems like heart attacks or high blood pressure never existed. Each overweight person lived a simple normal life and they all maintained a delicate balance, no matter what weight was upon them.
The result is indeed unusual, but that's just how life is on the planet. Truth to be told, Sherman and Mr. Peabody were both an overweight father-and-son duo after all.
Mr. Peabody and Sherman went down the front steps to the sidewalk. Standing before them was their source of transportation: a bright red Dragon Red Vespa Primavera; it had a body that's big enough for the driver to sit on. Attached to the side was a matching red sidecar wide enough for the heavyweight passenger to fit in, according to size. The front of the scooter was chained to a sign pole so it would be parked securely.
"Well, this seems strong enough," Sherman said, eyeing the vehicle to check its stability and strength.
After Peabody unhooked the chain off the moped, Sherman slid himself into the seat of his sidecar, which lowered vaguely under his poundage. Mr. Peabody climbed onto the driver's seat and the scooter's metal squeaked as it wrestled to balance his weight. After strapping their red helmets over their heads―a safety measure whenever the two rode around the cityーMr. Peabody asked, "Are you ready, Sherman?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." The obese boy replied.
"OK! Here we go!" Mr. Peabody declared.
Peabody turned the key in the ignition, and the engine revved up as he twisted the handlebars. Despite it being barely sunk downward from their combined weight, the motorized scooter strongly pulled away from the Peabody Industries building and veered out into the city streets.
After a 15-minute ride, the red moped had reached its destination一Susan B. Anthony Elementary. The moped pulled its way into the circular driveway and stopped in front of the brick institution. There was a line of other cars as many other kids were getting dropped off by their parents and entering the school. Sherman took his helmet off and disembarked his side-car, ready for a day of education.
He turned to wave goodbye to Mr. Peabody. "Bye, Mr. Peabody!" Sherman waved his chubby arm to his canine father.
"Have a good day, Sherman! I'll pick you up after school!" Mr. Peabody called out to his son.
As Peabody drove out of the school grounds, Sherman walked his way up the concrete front steps. It was slow travel as he lugged his heavy body up step by step with his sluggish heavy footfalls. Right when the chubby redhead was a few steps away from the tall wooden doors, he paused shortly to catch a few deep breaths, brushing off a bit of sweat from his forehead. A moment later, Sherman managed to finally climb up the last steps up to the doors. Upon entering the school, Sherman discovered that the school students were all overweight too. Every single boy student and girl student. They were walking about, chattering indistinctly, and stowing their stuff in their respective lockers until the end of the day, all wearing their varied school uniform that could never fit around their immense midriffs.
Minutes after putting his stuff in his locker, Sherman soon caught the attention of two familiar images far out in front of him. The first kid was an 8-year old abundantly overweight young girl with long yellow blonde hair with a single tiny curl on the right, a black headband, sky blue eyes, and freckles across her chubby face. She was wearing a school uniform similar to Sherman's, the difference being her white shirt having longer sleeves, a snug gray skirt worn around her wide waist that partially hid her large rear, and black Mary Jane shoes. The small white shirt and blue vest fit tight on her humongous belly, leaving a lot of fat and flesh to remain exposed, along with her belly button in the middle. Her name was Penny Peterson, whose overall appearance was quite big for a girl her age. The second was another overweight boy whose age equally matched up Sherman's, pale white skin almost the color of paste, copper brown hair, dark aquamarine eyes clad in a school uniform of his own; his belly was so large to the point that the school shirt was worn high above his navel. Judging by the one bang partly concealing his right eye and his skin color, he maintained an emo-like resemblance. His name was Hayden McClaine.
They were not only Sherman's classmates in school, but they're also two of his friends. And even though Sherman is just great friends with her, he's secretly developing a loving crush on Penny. Other than that, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing them in his presence every step of the way, overweight and all.
"Morning, Penny! Hey, Hayden!" Sherman greeted cheerily.
The overweight Penny and Hayden turned to see Sherman coming towards her and Hayden. "Oh! Hi, Sherman!" Penny greeted back with a smile between her chubby freckled cheeks.
"'Sup, Sherman?" Hayden followed. Sherman and Hayden formed fists with their thick hands and simply tapped them together in a fist bump. "How's everything coming, buddy?"
"Coming along good, Hayden," Sherman replied.
"Oh, Sherman, you're so cute and adorable," the obese young blonde cooed affectionately, "I just want to pinch or squeeze your chubby little cheeks!"
Sherman grinned at his friend's comment as his plump face blushed a fire engine red. He giggled, "Thank you, Penny."
"I'm going to drop off my stuff in my locker," Hayden said, gesturing to his backpack. "...but I think Carl and Mason might catch up with me, so we'll all see you and Penny in a few minutes here." Hayden walked off with heavy footsteps to put his stuff in his locker.
"OK, Hayden. Take your time," Sherman called after him.
Penny's crystal blue eyes fell on Sherman's immense stomach. She started to playfully rub her auburn friend's potbelly with her own hands. The young blonde grinned as the soft and squishy feeling of Sherman's belly came resting on her palms. "I could see you had yourself quite a big breakfast this morning," Penny replied. "What'd you have today?"
"Oh, the usual: Chocolate Chip Pancakes," Sherman said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he remembered the breakfast meal from a while earlier at home. "I think Mr. Peabody makes a really big batch of them."
"I see," Penny confirmed with a nod, taking her hands off Sherman's rotund middle.
"So, anyway, are you ready to start the day?" Sherman asked.
"Yeah," Penny replied. She gestured to her school bag, "I'm going to put my stuff in my locker. Be right back." Sherman nodded and then the girl walked off in another direction to an adjacent hallway with her heavy footfalls to put her backpack in her locker. Sherman patiently waited around for a few minutes while looking at his phone, until Penny came back beside him.
Sherman looked around the obese children in the halls. The obese redhead commented, "Huh, now I guess we know what it means to live in a world where everyone is fa..." Sherman was cut off when he noticed Penny giving him the stink eye, knowing he was about to say the obvious word. Sherman considered what he nearly said before he changed the word at the end, "Uh, I-I mean, overweight."
"That's more like it," Penny said as her round face softened. "Do you think 'fat' is a good word?"
"Uh...no?" Sherman hesitantly stated.
Penny explained, "Well, here's a little tip for you, Sherman, for future reference. Just because everyone is like this…" She gestured to the other overweight students, "...doesn't mean you can use the word 'fat'. It's considered very offensive and very rude. Be sure to use 'overweight' or 'chubby'. OK?"
Sherman confirmed, "OK."
"Good." Penny nodded. "Now Jill and Abby should be meeting up with us any minute.
Right on cue, the 200-pound redhead and the 300-pound blonde turned to see two more girls approaching the scene. The first overweight girl had dark brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a school uniform that's like Penny's, in which she had a large belly that was left completely uncovered by her stretched vest. The second overweight girl had black hair in two downward pigtails tied by blue bobbles. Like Penny, Jill and Sherman, she also had on her school uniform. Her vest was stretched awkwardly over her gargantuan belly, and the hem of shirt remained high above her belly button as her uniform shirt barely covered up her middle. Their names were Jill Hamilton and Abby Wagner, who were both of Penny's older and taller best friends.
[Note: I had to make up some creative last names for Jill and Abby.]
"So it figures," Penny said. The burly blonde girl went to greet Jill and Abby like she usually does whenever they see each other in school. "Hi, girls."
"Hey, Penny." Jill greeted her younger friend.
"How's it going, Penny?" Abby followed.
"Oh, you know. The usual," Penny said simply. "Nothing new or special."
Penny is most frequently friends with Jill and Abby sometimes, but she would never do anything to cease her friendship with Sherman. Sherman may have been friends with her, but he wanted to try to socialize or shoot the breeze with Jill and Abby, just to be on the safe side. The pudgy redhead thought that he could act friendly to them. "Hey, Jill. Hi, Abby." Sherman waved innocently to them.
"Hello, Sherman." Jill greeted.
"Well well. Look who's putting on the pounds," Abby remarked, crossing her doughy arms.
Jill added, "Yeah, Abby's right." The obese Jill came up to the auburn boy and she slid his shirt up. She took a peek at more of the pure fat on the chubby Sherman's giant belly. "Whoa, Sherman!" she exclaimed in astonishment. "I gotta say for a kid like you, you've been gaining much more and more weight all this time!"
Not wanting to rudely slap Jill's hand away, Sherman paid no mind to someone lifting his shirt just to take a quick peek at his cumbersome body. Jill released her hand from his shirt. "Well, you see..." Sherman began as he slid his vest back down into place high above his navel. "...I may be letting myself go like the rest of us in this world, but putting on weight, trust me. It runs in the family." The four all shared a laugh at Sherman's statement. Just then, more heavy footsteps vibrated through the hall.
Sherman and the three girls turned to see Hayden, along with two other boys approaching them. The first overweight boy was of Indian descent wit dark brown skin and black hair in a flip. He was wearing a uniform similar to Sherman's, which was restrained by his exposed, massive belly. His name was Mason Nadir. The other overweight boy was Caucasian with short blonde hair and he wore glasses like Sherman, only rectangular and thinner, as well as his school uniform, where his visible and rather enormous belly projected from his shirt. He also goes around in a wheelchair to keep his disabled body in control. His name was Carl Jones. They were both Sherman's best friends.
Sherman went over to the two boys. "Hey, Mason and Carl," Sherman said to his friends as he shook hands or high-fived with them.
"Hi, Sherman," Mason said in his usual English accent.
Carl said, "How are you doing, Sherman?"
"I'm doing fine, guys," Sherman nodded. He gestured to Hayden, "And I see you guys ran into Hayden."
"Oh, yeah," Mason nodded before he said, "Hayden was already there to greet us both before we caught up with the rest of you." Sherman looked to Hayden, who responded with a nod of agreement.
Jill said, "Well, now that we're all here, we may as well head down to class." They all began to walk to class.
MEANWHILE...
The walk to the classroom was long and strenuous. Sherman, Penny, Carl, Mason, Hayden, Abby, and Jill were making their way to one of the school classrooms. They relentlessly carried their weighty bodies through such a long distance, and walked with their heavy footsteps, resulting in the slightest aching on each of their feet. The seven obese kids never even bothered taking a moment to stop for rest or catching their breath. History class was the most favorite class subject of one certain kid. In other words, Sherman Peabody. The fiery-haired boy in question has learned many fascinating things that focus on the study of past events around the world. Penny was in the same class as the boy too, which meant one thing: both she and Sherman have common interests in history. Despite the arduous and exhausting travel, they finally made it to their classroom.
"Whew!" Sherman wheezed from the laborious endeavor. "All that walking can take a lot out of you."
"I concur 100 percent." Penny panted. She wiped some sweat away from her chubby face with the side her plump arm, "Wow, it feels kind of exhausting having to walk everywhere we go with obese bodies."
"You're telling me," Jill added. "All those steps and my feet were killing me."
"I don't recall walking to our classes being quite that strenuous," Mason spoke up.
"Man, walking through long distances these days…" Hayden complained. "It just makes my feet want to have a break."
Sherman began to contemplate for a moment and replied, "OK, so like, walking up, down, all around anywhere we go might be a little difficult since we all do have heavy conditions. But we're just going to have to make the best of it."
The kids whispered to one another in agreement, knowing that they would have to go with the flow of living as fatties in this alternate world.
"You may be right, Sherman," Abby told him. "We may as well live up and get used to this massive weight we all have on ourselves."
All seven chubby kids entered the classroom. The large room was like any simple classroom in any school; it had rows of desks for the students facing the desk where the teacher sits. The blackboard hung horizontally on the wall, shelves of books are in one corner and rows of computers are in the far back. The students were sitting at their desks chattering idly or even getting their stuff ready. Sherman, Penny, Hayden, Mason, Carl, Jill, and Abby took their seats at the remaining empty desks, with the wooden chairs groaning or bending slightly under the weight of their bodies. Carl, on the other hand, remained seated at his desk in his wheelchair due to his paralysis.
By this time, the school bell rang. The sounds of heavy footsteps resonated from outside the room, growing louder and louder before the door opened up.
On cue, a 36-year old overweight woman with large dark brown reading glasses and carob brown hair in a Rachel cut entered the room. She wore a snug cream undershirt, a mustard-yellow cardigan, a tan skirt, and orange heel shoes covering her feet. The small cardigan was worn tightly around her upper body and remained on top of her extremely large belly, which failed to be covered up, and the fabric of her undershirt worn beneath the cardigan was obstructed by her substansial breasts. Her name was Janet Thompkins. The children addressed her as "Mrs. Thompkins" because she was recognized as the teacher of the class and it indicates respect to her.
She walked over to her desk in front of the blackboard and turned to face the fat students seated at their desks. "Good morning, class." Janet chirped.
"Good morning, Mrs. Thompkins." The students responded in unison.
Janet reported, "Now before we start the day with history class, let's start with the morning roll call." With that said, she took a wooden clipboard and a pen off her desk to check off names for the roll call. Her objective is that she calls out a name, then that kid whose name was mentioned has to raise his/her hand to let the schoolteacher know if that student is present, absent, or tardy.
Janet cleared her throat, "Alright, then. Hayden McClaine?"
"Present."
"Jillian Hamilton?"
"Here."
"Sherman Peabody?"
"Here."
"Abigail Wagner?"
"Here."
"Penelope Peterson?"
"Present."
"Mason Nadir?"
"Here."
After a few more names were called out and checked off, Janet set her clipboard on her desk, and she said, "OK, class. For today's history lesson, we will be talking about the 44th President of the United States, Barack Obama." As she said it, she pulled down a screen depicting an image of an overweight Barack Obama to use as the objective of the lesson. The obese students all paid close attention to the teacher. They discussed the history of Barack Obama, with a few students jotting down notes, specifically Sherman, who harbored curiosity in learning and gathering information about one of the presidents of the world.
A Few Classes Later, at The School Cafeteria...
That Monday afternoon, the bell rang to signal the break for lunch, which was part of the everyday school schedule. Sherman, Penny, Mason, Carl, Jill, Abby, and Hayden left the classroom and made their way down the passageway to the school cafeteria for their lunch break. As the children walked into the lunchroom, they all looked on in astonishment at what they saw.
The large dining room was packed with endless rows of rectangular bench tables. On one space of the room, the portly cafeteria workers stood behind the ordering counters, where they had menus that served different types of food for each student to choose as their intended meals. All of the supremely overweight kids sat at their tables on all sides, gluttonously filling themselves with their copious helpings of food, thus practically cramming their mouths as much as they could chew up.
"Gee, what a dive," Sherman commented with a shake of his head.
"I guess we all know when it comes to food, they could hold it down for real," Carl said as Mason wheeled him by the wheelchair's handlebars.
Mason replied, "I agree, Carl. No wonder every kid in this school has such big appetites."
Sherman and his obese friends stood in a single file line waiting to get their meals; the wide circumferences of their big middles took up most of the space of the queue. One at a time, the group settled for their food as they please. Sherman chose pepperoni pizza by the slices, fruit in Jell-O, cosmic brownies, and 2% chocolate milk. Jill chose grilled cheese sandwiches with a bowl of tomato soup, strawberry kiwi applesauce, a Toll House ice cream sandwich, and a Coca-Cola. Mason chose some nachos with cheese and jalapenos, a cup of strawberries, a 2-pack of Hostess cupcakes (chocolate cupcakes with a white frosting spiral), and some lemonade. Penny chose a cheeseburger, French fries, cinnamon peaches, chocolate chip cookies, and some strawberry milk. Hayden chose hot dogs corn on the cob, Rice Krispies Treats with M&Ms and a Pepsi. Carl picked a cheesesteak sandwich, BBQ chips, fudge striped cookies, and Hawaiian Punch. And Abby chose Southern fried chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, banana yogurt, a pack of six chocolate mini-donuts, and a cherry Coke.
After getting their trays of grub, they went to sit down at one of the bench tables, where Carl positioned his wheelchair at the corner of the table. Then all seven pudgy kids began to tear into their food like the other students who showed complete disregard for manners. Sherman, Penny, Hayden, Carl, Jill, Abby, and Mason all used their bare hands to lift their food to their ravenous mouths. Muffled grunts of delight and noisy eating sounds are heard from the kids as they gluttonously fed themselves like they haven't had anything to eat in days.
Sherman scarfed on his first pizza slice, savoring the taste of the cheese and sliced pepperoni before he repeated the same action with his other pizza slice. Abby ate her lunch like a savage lion to a human or animal carcass; she hurriedly devoured her chicken, cramming her chubby maws with the crispy deep-fried meat as she shoveled the potatoes and macaroni in her mouth. Hayden ate his hot dogs with passionate gusto, munching away at the frankfurter in the bun, drizzled with yellow. Mason greedily gorged onto his nachos, sampling the spicy, cheesy, and crunchy sensation, also making sure he was careful enough not to choke on the small chips.
Penny munched on her partially monstrous cheeseburger as her lips dripped with grease. The merged flavors of charbroiled beef, sliced cheese, lettuce, pickles, onions, tomatoes, ketchup, and mustard between two round buns all felt pleasant to her taste buds. She alternated between eating the fries and continuing with the burger. Jill dipped her grilled cheese sandwiches into her tomato soup before chowing down on the sandwiches one at a time, the overwhelming flavor of soup-submerged sandwich hitting her mouth, then she simply drank the remaining soup from the Styrofoam bowl. Carl ate his cheesesteak sandwich nearly at the same hoggish pace as Sherman did with his pizza.
Several Eating Moments Later…
The trays of food the school cafeteria provided were all eaten by Sherman and the others, and the table was littered by their trays. Having finished off their last portions of their meals and their drinks, they all slouched back in their seats on the bench table as their large, exposed, full stomachs were rubbed by the hands of Sherman, Penny, Hayden, Jill, Abby, Carl, and Mason.
Some time afterward, Penny loudly belched without a single excuse or pardon mentioned from her. Penny rubbed her burger-stuffed tummy as it gurgled loudly in satisfaction. "Oooh, man," she groaned. "I never thought I could fill up on that cheeseburger."
Hayden rubbed his belly with his hands as he smiled with satisfaction, "I declare these hot dogs to be delicious!" He too let out a noisy burp.
Carl and Mason said nothing as they both satisfyingly rubbed their bloated bellies. Mason rubbed his nacho filled stomach, as Carl rubbed his cheesesteak-stuffed belly. Both boys let out a loud belch of varying duration.
Sherman was already in the process of patting and rubbing his pudgy tummy from how much he ate. "Ungh, eating all that pizza made me full and stuffed," He moaned ecstatically. "And it all tasted so good." No sooner he said that, he let out a loud belch as well. He turned to Penny, "So, Penny, how did you enjoy lunch?"
"Lunch turned out good," Penny said as she continued to rub her soft belly. "And you?"
"Same here," Sherman said. He turned to Abby and Jill, "How 'bout you, Jill and Abby? Do you girls feel stuffed too?"
"Oh yeah. You bet we are." Jill chuckled, patting her hands on her belly before she belched. "I had a good grilled cheese lunch today."
"Same goes for me too," Abby added as she was rubbing her distended belly. "That fried chicken/macaroni/mashed potato combination had hit the spot!" Seconds later, Abby was the last one to produce a loud belch.
After wiping off their faces and hands, the children tossed away the wrappers, cartons, and plastic utensils into the school cafeteria's trash cans. They proceeded to restack the trays on the counter. Sherman turned to his friends, "OK, guys, if we all leave the cafeteria now, we should get to our next class before the bell even rings." The other six friends agreed with him.
"What're we waiting for? Let's head out," Hayden said.
The six exceedingly overweight kids began to walk out of the lunchroom to go to their next class, followed by the other hundreds of students, who had restacked their trays as they did.
Four More Hours Later…
BRRRRIINNNGGG! The final school bell rang, concluding the school day. Monday wasn't the exact favorite day of anyone in school, but it was a week of education that was just getting started. All of the children left the school building as they were getting ready to go back home. Each student had their stuff picked up from their lockers and got in their parents' vehicles, while a few others waiting to get picked up by their parents. Sherman Peabody, Penny Peterson, Hayden McClaine, Jill Hamilton, Carl Jones, Abby Wagner, and Mason Nadir walked out of the center of learning, having picked up their stuff from their lockers before.
"See you tomorrow, Mason! You too, Carl!" Sherman waved to the two boys.
"Bye, Sherman!" Carl and Mason waved to the plump redhead in unison as they got into their respective vehicles with their parents. After the two vehicles drove away, Sherman, Penny, Hayden, Jill, and Abby, the last five, waited for their family members to pick them up. A moment later, Mr. Peabody came riding up on his red scooter.
"Well, this is me," Sherman said as he saw his overweight dog father pull up. He turned to Penny, "So, I guess I'll see you later, then?"
The fat blonde nodded, "Yep. You most definitely will."
Sherman carefully went down the concrete steps due to his belly obscuring his feet from view. He started toward Mr. Peabody, who was waiting for him, but he paused in the middle of the pathway. Sherman turned around to give one last look at Penny, Hayden, Jill, and Abby for the day. He waved to his remaining friends, "See you tomorrow, guys!"
The four kids waved goodbye back to him and Sherman approached closer until he finally made it to Mr. Peabody, perched on the driver's seat on the red moped.
"Hey, Sherman." Mr. Peabody greeted. "How was school today?"
"It went good as usual," Sherman replied.
"Excellent, son," Mr. Peabody acknowledged. He beckoned to the weighty redhead, "C'mon, Sherman. Let's go home."
Sherman boarded his sizable sidecar next to Mr. Peabody. After strapping their red helmets back on their heads, the two pulled out of the school grounds. As they were on their way back to their penthouse, Mr. Peabody asked, "So what happened today school?"
"We learned about Barack Obama in history class today. It was a little hard getting to our classes because of our conditions, but we always recuperate afterward as we try to control our bodies," Sherman explained.
"That's great." Mr. Peabody said as they continued to drive to the penthouse." And I'm glad that you, Penny, and your buddies managed to survive throughout the day."
Author's Note:
That concludes the introductory one-shot to this WG installment. Now, it was a real hoot to have a weight gain fanfic with MPAS characters, and also to see Sherman and Penny having exposed fat bellies, especially if they're overweight in the story. The part in the lunchroom where Hayden said his hot dogs were to be delicious, it was inspired by a quote from the mayor in Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. The obesity universe for the setting and the characters is what gives the fanfic some comedy and thrills. I hope you enjoyed this funny fatness one-shot fanfic. Please read, review, and fav. Thank you and see you in the next chapter.
I don't own Mr. Peabody and Sherman or the characters. DreamWorks Animation owns it.
Credit for the Hayden McClaine character goes to Shinigamilover2.
Janet Thompkins OC made by me.