{"sf1_id":1662183,"sf2_id":"rn99zWLn","title":"Ursa Major","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":3046,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:50:21.000Z","tags":["Bear","Greentext","Human","Second Person","Sleeping","Snuggles","Weight Gain"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662183-ursa-major","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn99zWLn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f8/d9/f8d950eb-5415-49dd-a19b-bbf14bb81a83","description":"[Greentext] When it's time for hibernation, Anon helps his roommate prepare for her extended slumber.","content":"\\\u003eYou are anon  \n\\\u003eYour roommate is a bear  \n\\\u003eYes, THAT kind of bear  \n\\\u003eAn honest-to-god Kodiak brown bear  \n\\\u003eYour slightly-more-than-a-friend roommate, Chyanne  \n\\\u003eThe two of you met early in the year through mutual friends and really hit it off  \n\\\u003eYou were both looking for a new place, and soon you were signing the lease together  \n\\\u003eAt first things felt as natural as they could be for a human/anthro pairing  \n\\\u003eShe may be female, but the species divide kept things from being too complicated, somehow  \n\\\u003eYou were just an anon and a bear sharing a two-bed place in the city  \n\\\u003eAlso sharing similar tastes in typical nondescript interests  \n\\\u003eAfter about a month, however, you began noticing just how compatible you two actually are  \n\\\u003eYou've grown accustomed to her earthly scent  \n\\\u003eYou love the way her fur looks after bathing  \n\\\u003eShe has the kindest voice in spite of her imposing size  \n\\\u003eShe's a damn fine cook as well, always offering you some of whatever she makes  \n\\\u003eNeedless to say, the girl can definitely put it away  \n\\\u003eYou've tried your hand at making meals to reciprocate, but it's a lot harder (and expensive) to prepare serving sizes for a bear  \n\\\u003eBut Chyanne always appreciates the gesture  \n\\\u003eAnd she won't take your money when you offer it  \n\\\u003eChyanne works for some kind of decoration and design company, focusing on the spring, summer, and fall holidays  \n\\\u003eShe's paid well for the incredible effort she puts in, and in turn the company provides decent benefits  \n\\\u003eOne of them being “Hibernation Leave\"  \n\\\u003eYou see, many anthros possess instincts from their primal heritages  \n\\\u003eBears who live climates with harsh winters or drastic seasonal weather changes often get lethargic around certain times of the year, even if they don't actually go outside much  \n\\\u003eThis can be dangerous for bears who work in physically laborious jobs, and so laws were made to ensure job security during their absence  \n\\\u003eThink maternity leave, but for hibernating  \n\\\u003eTo compensate, many bears are extremely hard workers the rest of the year  \n\\\u003eChyanne is definitely no exception  \n\\\u003eStill, with autumn already in full swing she seems stressed about something  \n\\\u003eNeither of you have ever had to pull the “roommate intervention\" card for disputes  \n\\\u003eYou've gotten along together almost perfectly together  \n\\\u003eBut today, she's sitting on the oversized, mega-reinforced couch you two share for movie nights  \n\\\u003eShe pats the empty space beside her for you to sit  \n\\\u003e\"Anon,\" she says, “You've been an amazing friend since we moved in, and I feel bad for leaving you alone all winter.\"  \n\\\u003eHer huge paw reaches over to your lap, and you clutch it with both your hands  \n\\\u003e\"I have enough paid time off to get an early start to my 'vacation' over these next couple of weeks, and I'd like to spend them with you as much as I can.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't have a lot of work ahead of you either, and you tell her you can probably call in a few favors to be with her longer  \n\\\u003eA brief fantasy passes through you mind of you and Chyanne as your bear wife  \n\\\u003eEmployers are encouraged by the law to give a non-hibernating employee an ample amount of time off as well, so that they can safely acclimate their partner to a pre-hibernation condition  \n\\\u003eYou regret not booking your time off sooner, but Chyanne understands  \n\\\u003e\"You deserve to live your life,\" she says. “Besides, I'm going to have to spend a few days just sitting here binging anyway.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's fairly lean for a bear, likely from her active lifestyle, but there's still an ursine amount of adipose to her frame already  \n\\\u003eShe pats her stomach mournfully with her other paw  \n\\\u003e\"I'm going to get so fat….\"  \n\\\u003eYou give her a reassuring pat  \n\\\u003e\"There's one more thing I wanted to tell you,\" she continues.  \n\\\u003e\"I've already paid my rent for the whole hibernation, but I also paid yours off as well.\"  \n\\\u003eWait, rent-free for the whole winter?  \n\\\u003eYou tell her she definitely didn't have to do that  \n\\\u003eShe just smiles  \n\\\u003e\"I would feel much safer knowing you're close by. I don't want anything to happen where you might leave or get evicted.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you embrace in a tight hug  \n\\\u003eThe softness is heavenly, as is the gentle massage of her claws on your back  \n  \n\\\u003eYou and Chyanne are all but inseparable the next few weeks  \n\\\u003eWhen you're available, you're going out to virtually every fair and festival in the area  \n\\\u003ePretty much wherever there's a lot of food  \n\\\u003eShe always has a snack close by, but she never fails to offer a bite  \n\\\u003eWhen you're not around, she waits for you to return like a lonely pet  \n\\\u003eYou can almost always find her sitting on the couch chowing down on lunch when you get back, ready to spring to her feet when you open the door  \n\\\u003eAfter about a month, though, she doesn't really “spring\" much anymore  \n\\\u003eWhen she rises from her seat it takes her some momentum to get going  \n\\\u003eHer paunch sticks out from under her shirt, making her pull it down constantly  \n\\\u003eShe already had a weighty pair of breasts, but now they're almost too mesmerizingly large to ignore  \n\\\u003eApart from a little extra fluff around the neck, though, she fills out rather uniformly and subtle  \n\\\u003eWell, subtle until she stops fitting through most doors easily  \n\\\u003eFor the most part she's unbothered by the weight  \n\\\u003eObviously she's gone through this a few times before  \n\\\u003eBeing around you seems to make her flustered more than anything  \n\\\u003eShe's self-conscious about every burp, everything she bumps into, and every broken seam or button  \n\\\u003eBut you're always there to cheer her up  \n\\\u003ePlus, she's only looking cuter being puffed up like a teddy bear  \n\\\u003eEventually she slides back to being comfortable with you  \n\\\u003eComfortable enough to bring out her “hibernation clothes\" and unpack them out in the open  \n\\\u003eGiant sweaters, enormous sweatpants…  \n\\\u003eWhen she gets to the bottom of the box she lets out a soft whine  \n\\\u003e\"Oh no,\" she says, “I forgot I trashed all my old nightgowns. I don't have anything to wear to sleep.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have some curiosity about why a bear who naps through the winter would care about nighttime apparel  \n\\\u003eThen again, you've always been told not to poke a sleeping bear  \n\\\u003e\"I tend to wake up occasionally for some 'midnight snacks',\" she says with her little round ears folded back  \n\\\u003e\"I'm usually not too worried about the mess I make, so my stuff is really dirty when the spring comes.\"  \n\\\u003eYou ask if there's something difficult about buying bear-appropriate nightgowns  \n\\\u003eIs it a money thing?  \n\\\u003eIs it a supply thing?  \n\\\u003eShe taps her black nails together sheepishly  \n\\\u003e\"I just…I'm a little unsure about it,\" she says. “I want to spend ALL my time with you, but that means I'd have to drag you through some embarrassing clothes stores.\"  \n\\\u003eCome on, like your mother never did that to you  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you're going to be there for her, and she nearly breaks you in her hug  \n  \n\\\u003eThere's a bear-centric department store not far out of the city  \n\\\u003eIt's unsurprisingly colossal in size  \n\\\u003eNot just in surface area, but even the ceiling seems to have its own atmosphere  \n\\\u003eBears of all types are shopping here, not all of them preparing for hibernation  \n\\\u003eThose are the lucky ones  \n\\\u003eOr the ones who are hopped up on enough meds to power through their instincts  \n\\\u003eSadly, a few openly mock those who wander over to the heavily advertised “Hibernation Station\"  \n\\\u003eChyanne is unfazed by the taunting, instead more concerned about finding the perfect nightgown  \n\\\u003eIt catches you off guard how much input she wants you to have on the matter  \n\\\u003eWhat colors do you like?  \n\\\u003eDoes this feel soft enough?  \n\\\u003eIs this too revealing?  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't wait for an answer for the last one before shoving the slip back on the rack  \n\\\u003eWhen she holds another one up you get a view of just how massive the things are  \n\\\u003eOne by itself is like a whole bed sheet  \n\\\u003eShe looks a little guilty for forcing you to come along  \n\\\u003eYou reassure her again, and offer to pay for one of her nightgowns in sincerity  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, Anon, I wouldn't make you do that,\" she says, actually laughing about it  \n\\\u003eWhy not?  \n\\\u003eShe pinches the price tag with her claws and holds it to your face  \n\\\u003eHoly  \n\\\u003eShit  \n\\\u003eShe just smiles and folds the nightgown over her arm, patting you on the head  \n\\\u003e\"I appreciate it, though,\" she says. “You're a real gentleman.\"  \n\\\u003eLet's not get ahead of ourselves, here  \n\\\u003eYou're definitely imagining what she'll look like in that dainty little number  \n  \n\\\u003eHibernation approaches fast  \n\\\u003eChyanne is already looking more and more tired throughout the day  \n\\\u003eShe's also gained an impressive amount of weight  \n\\\u003eSo much so that when you finally get to see her walk out of her room wearing the rosy pink nightgown she's practically stretching it out already  \n\\\u003eIt's almost the weekend, and she announces the start of her “pre-all-nighter\"  \n\\\u003eBasically, she wants you to join her in a sleepless sleepover party  \n\\\u003eShe tries to stave off her fatigue as long as possible, afraid the next time she nods off it'll be for the winter  \n\\\u003eYou're chugging coffees and blasting music right along with her  \n\\\u003eIt goes on for well over twenty-four hours, and you're starting to really feel it catch up to you the next midnight  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a massive yawn and does her best to stand up  \n\\\u003ePulling you with her  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, I think it's time,\" she says  \n\\\u003eShe points to the countertop where an envelope sits  \n\\\u003e\"There's enough in there to cover our utilities for the winter, but…\"  \n\\\u003eHer dreamy eyes take an unexpected seductive shape, as she looks into your own  \n\\\u003e\"We'll save a lot of money on heat if you turn it down and cuddle up with me.\"  \n\\\u003eYour body fights over where to send all the blood to; your pounding ears, or someplace down south?  \n\\\u003eIs she delirious from the lack of sleep?  \n\\\u003e\"Anon,\" she says in a hushed voice. “I want you to be here with me for at least the first night. It would put me at ease to be close to you.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You can come in and sleep with me whenever you want. Don't worry about disturbing me when you leave in the morning.\"  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't have to ask you twice  \n\\\u003eYou undress down to your own sleepwear and follow her to her room  \n\\\u003eYou've seen it in passing a few times, but unfortunately you see even less of it now  \n\\\u003eAll electronics are unplugged and all the lamps are shut off save for a small night light that turns on when it senses heavy movement  \n\\\u003e Her bed sheets are pulled back and ready for the two of you  \n\\\u003eThe mattress is remarkably spacious, even holding Chyanne in her full hibernation weight  \n\\\u003eShe climbs in first, and pats the vacant spot next to her  \n\\\u003eYou're the little spoon, obviously  \n\\\u003eThe night light dims to darkness as she wraps an arm around you  \n\\\u003eIt's not the smothering, crushing weight you feared, but an enveloping plushness like the world's largest pillow  \n\\\u003eYou can hear her exhale, her heartbeat, and every gentle shift of her body  \n\\\u003eHer paw clutches you close to her as though you were her favorite doll  \n\\\u003eYou can't help but feel a little aroused by having your head settled into her chest  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't fall asleep immediately despite her haggard state, fending off her hibernation for just a little while longer  \n\\\u003eYou reach behind yourself, trying to touch and stroke as much of her as you can  \n\\\u003eShe chuckles deeply in her throat  \n\\\u003eIt's finally time   \n\\\u003e\"Good night, Anon,\" she whispers. “See you in the spring.\"  \n\\\u003eGoodnight, Chyanne  \n  \n\\\u003eYou sleep much longer than you usually do  \n\\\u003eIt's already the afternoon when you wake up  \n\\\u003eYou would have gotten up sooner, but your first attempt was stopped by a whimper and a tightening hold on you  \n\\\u003eShe's deep in sleep, for sure, but that won't stop her from trying to hold on to you  \n\\\u003eYou manage to worm your way out of her grasp some time later  \n\\\u003eYou're beaming at the beautiful creature and go about the rest of your day  \n\\\u003eEvery so often you can hear a snore or the sound of creaking springs from her bedroom  \n\\\u003eBy the time night rolls back around, you're ready to dive back in  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't stir one bit as you lift her arm and drape it back over yourself  \n\\\u003eIt's undoubtedly colder with the heat turned down, and the warmth from her body makes you wish you could hibernate with her  \n\\\u003eBut at the same time be completely awake, so you can savor every moment with her  \n\\\u003eThere are some nights when you have to sleep in your own bed  \n\\\u003eUsually from sickness, or when you need “alone time\"  \n\\\u003eStill, more often than not you're slumbering with your roommate, some of the most serene rest you've had in your life  \n\\\u003eYou even put aside your whole day's schedule just to stay with her a while longer  \n\\\u003eAfter a couple of weeks you're startled by heavy movement sometime during the morning  \n\\\u003eIt's Chyanne, wandering around the place in complete torpor  \n\\\u003eShe's basically sleepwalking, raiding the fridge for a hearty snack or sometimes making a run (or rather, a lumber) to the bathroom  \n\\\u003eIt's something you've heard ancient bears didn't have to do much during their hibernations, but the evolution of anthros must have downplayed their instincts  \n\\\u003eEventually, you hatch a plan to help her   \n\\\u003eYou measure and time her brief moments of “awakeness\" and prepare a meal shortly before she enters the kitchen  \n\\\u003eIt's a tuna casserole, one of her favorites  \n\\\u003eShe looks down at the dish in her drowsiness and begins to dig in  \n\\\u003eAlmost an instant later and she's licking the dish clean  \n\\\u003eBut it's enough to send her back to bed without much mess or destruction of the kitchen  \n\\\u003eYou keep this up for a few weeks, feeling much less lonely around the place even though she's practically unconscious most of the time  \n\\\u003eAfter a while, you start to notice some changes  \n\\\u003eShe's burning through the stored fat, and you can see a gradual decline in her overall girth  \n\\\u003eHer nightgown seems to fit better, but the fit of her body around yours during the cold nights is no less pleasurable  \n  \n\\\u003eSpring is on the horizon, and Chyanne's weight loss is much more apparent  \n\\\u003eSo much so that her nightgown has become ill fitting even for her  \n\\\u003eYou're on the couch one morning when she makes her rounds, and you're struck with a second round of morning wood  \n\\\u003eOne of her gown straps had slipped from her shoulder, exposing a plump, pendulous breast  \n\\\u003eHer shaggy, overgrown fur is not enough to hide the dark nipple poking out  \n\\\u003eIt jiggles as she consumes the meal you've made for her, catching some of the debris in her pelt as it falls from her mouth  \n\\\u003eYou're afraid to approach and fix it for her, but you're also afraid to be caught staring should she prematurely snap out of her grogginess  \n\\\u003eYou decide to slide it back on later that night  \n\\\u003eAround the same time, you notice changes in her sleepwalking behavior as well  \n\\\u003eShe has a dreamy smile sometimes, and every so often you think she's looking in your direction  \n\\\u003eHer trips to the bathroom become more frequent, now becoming daily occurrences  \n\\\u003eYou also have to prepare food more often  \n\\\u003eBut even then she's still shedding the pounds  \n\\\u003eOne morning, you awaken literally on top of Chyanne, splayed out trying to cover as much surface area as you can  \n\\\u003eBoth her arms are covering you, and they almost seem to be stroking your back  \n\\\u003eShe lets out a guttural sigh and tightens her hold  \n\\\u003e\"Mhhhmmm,\" she coos  \n\\\u003eYou lift your head in surprise  \n\\\u003eYou say her name softly  \n\\\u003e\"Mhhhmmm…Ahhmmomm,\" she moans  \n\\\u003eDid she just try to say “Anon\"?  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmaaahhh…Ahmmom…mm-I…hhhuuvvhh yooohhh.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's slurred and breathy, but the message is clear  \n\\\u003eYou clench tufts of her fur and nuzzle into her chest  \n\\\u003eAnd you return her confession in earnest  \n  \n\\\u003eThe day comes at last, and she actually beats you to the buzzer  \n\\\u003eA literal one, too  \n\\\u003eThe girl had a hibernation alarm all set and everything  \n\\\u003eBut she's awake even before it goes off  \n\\\u003eWhen it rouses you from your own sleep, she's ready to greet you with a smile  \n\\\u003e\"Good morning, sleepyhead.\"  \n\\\u003eGood morning, Chyanne  \n\\\u003eThe two of you get dressed and enjoy the company of one another around breakfast  \n\\\u003eShe's close to her original size, but a little post-winter chub still remains  \n\\\u003e\"I've got some time left before I have to get back to work,\" she says as she pinches the excess adipose, “so I hope we can have some more time together. I really want to get some exercise in.\"  \n\\\u003eYou let her know you think she's perfect as she is  \n\\\u003e\"You're so sweet, Anon, but I've been out cold for months now. I'm ready to go out and be active again!\"  \n\\\u003eShe really does hit the ground running, that girl  \n\\\u003eBut her hibernation is still on her mind  \n\\\u003e\"I hope I was a good roommate all that time. I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?\"  \n\\\u003eNot at all  \n\\\u003e\"How was I…in bed?\" she says coyly  \n\\\u003eYou tell her she talks in her sleep sometimes  \n\\\u003e\"Do I?\" she giggles. “What kinds of things do I say?\"  \n\\\u003eYou are silent for a bit, and she reads your face like an open book  \n\\\u003e\"No…did I? Oh, no…\"  \n\\\u003eShe's a little flustered  \n\\\u003eNow a LOT flustered  \n\\\u003e\"I-I thought that was just a dream…I MEAN…A-anon, I didn't …\"  \n\\\u003eYou're nervous of what she's trying to say, but also disappointed by what she's trying not to say  \n\\\u003e\"Anon…I don't want to complicate things…unless,\" she says  \n\\\u003eThere's something adorable about a giant brown bear tapping her nails together sheepishly  \n\\\u003e\"Unless you feel the same way.\"  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you do  \n\\\u003eAnd you're pulled over the kitchen table into her embrace  \n\\\u003eYou're ready to move things forward with Chyanne as you two share a deep kiss  \n\\\u003eBut some part of you also can't wait for the next winter"}