Cute oneshot from the Brooklynverse ^^
Marty belongs to JonnotheHedgehog over at DA :3

Enjoy >w<

It had been a long day for Brooklyn, lots of hauling and loading of their ship since first light that morning. It was now roughly 6:00 in the afternoon and the poor hedgehogette was exhausted; she just wanted to slink into her bed and sleep, sleep for days if necessary. She was finally at the entrance to the ship when she saw a note on the hatch that read: “Brook, meet us at the tavern at 6:00, we have something for you, yours, Calico” Curious, she hopped off the boat and walked towards the establishment, a little conscious of how her large butt and slightly overhanging stomach jiggled as she walked with wide hipped swaying movements, she couldn’t help it, that was how she normally moved. She got to the door and sighed, “Finally…” and then opened it.

“SURPRISE!” came a chorus of voices as the lights flew on, causing Brooklyn to squeak in shock. “G-guys!? W-what!?” she stammered, shaking a little. Marty, the ever hyperactive spider monkey teen and Brooklyn’s best friend practically bounced over to her “Don’cha remember Brook?” he beamed, adjusting his cap. “Its ya birthday!” Her birthday? …Oh! She’d completely forgotten about her own birthday! “Oh Oi completely forgot!” she cried, embarrassed as heck. Tabitha chuckled at her from across the room “Its ok, we were keepin’ the party a secret for ya…now, we kinda didn’t have enough money to get ya much *and* get a cake, but we figured, knowin’ you…” why was Tabitha smiling? She never smiles, this was unsettling. “Knowin’, me?” Brooklyn asked, puzzled. Calico chortled and waved his arm at Karla the barmaid, he whistled to someone unseen, and Marty grinned widely. “Soooo we got ya the biggest cake we could!” he smiled. And big it was, the darn thing was HUGE! They had to haul it in and it made an almighty “THUNK” when put on the table. “Oh,…my…” the hedgehog gasped, eyes going wide. “And guess what Brooky?” Marty grinned, putting an arm around his friend. “Its aaaaallll yours~!” Her eyes went even wider. “A-all of that is m-mine!?” she blinked. “Yup! Every last crumb, we know ya like eatin’ so we figured, ya know?” he rubbed his head and gave a little chuckle, Brooklyn just blushed and looked down at her thick figure, and then back at the cake. “Mmm…it does look good…but Oi’d get so *fat* eatin’ it…” she mumbled. “Oh fat shmat Brooklyn! You can just work it off, what?” Calico grinned, giving the girl’s head a playful pat, making her cheeks and doublechin jiggle.

“Eep!” she squeaked, moving away a little…but that cake looked good, and of course her stomach started growling loudly, causing her to go bright red and giggle nervously. “Happy Birthday Brooky” Marty smiled and hugged her gently, making her purr slightly. “Now eat ya cake!” she nodded and took the first slice and began to munch on it, oh god it *was* delicious! It was the best thing she’d tasted in ages! She had more slices as the others began to sing traditional birthday songs, cut short by Karla giving a loud burp and laughing. “Sorry luvs, Oi baked that cake meself, had a little taste before Oi set it out.” She stuck her tongue out, and Brooklyn noticed the cat’s tavern wench corset garb was tighter around the tummy than usual. Hours passed as they drank (Non-alcoholic of course, for the birthday girl’s sake) and ate…well; Brooklyn ate really, and grew. The little hedgehog’s gut expanded immensely to fit all that cake, and by the time it was naught but crumbs and icing stains, her belly was a huge balloon, she looked like she’d eaten a pumpkin or three, belt snapped, zip on her pants popped and undone, loud churns and groans emanating from its recesses, the poor little thing looked ready to burst.

“*BUURRRRRRRP* Oooohhhh…Oi’m so *stuffed*…” she groaned, paws atop her vast stomach, rubbing it gently. “Wow, you really ARE a piglet!” Tabitha said dryly, albeit playfully. “Thar she blows!” Calico added, laughing until Karla elbowed him since Tabitha was too far away. “I think you’ve had enough now Brooky, another crumb and, well, *boom*!” Marty joked; patting his friend’s heaving stomach. “Mmmmph…Oi can’t move…’elp…!” she mumbled blissfully, tongue sticking out of her mouth contentedly. The other four sweatdropped a little and helped Brooklyn home, the ‘hogette sloshed and wobbled on her feet with each slow, thudding waddle, and getting her through the hatch was a nightmare indeed, but they managed it, and she thanked them all for a great birthday, her best ever since her whole incident before meeting them, and drifted into a happy food coma. At that point, Karla breathed out in relief from the work, only to have her dress tear open and her own bulging stomach stretch out with a slosh, causing the others to stare at her. “…Alright, Oi ‘ad more than a bit, but it was so good!” she chuckled, rubbing her head and stomach a little.

The next morning, Brooklyn woke slowly, rubbing her eyes. “Mmm…*urp*!” she blinked and put a paw to her mouth in surprise at her own burp. “*Urp*, *Urrrp*, *Orrp*!” she blushed madly to herself, looks like the last of that cake was trying to leave. “Oi feel so…heavy…” she muttered, removing the bed sheets to stand…and then squeaking in shock at herself, seeing the mirror on the opposite side of her room: She’d gotten *very* fat from that cake, her stomach was easily filling her whole lap up, her usually small bust had spurted into a pair of small melons, straining her top, her butt, which normally was quite bit, was now so big it looked like she was sitting atop two prize winning faire pumpkins. She stood up, a heaving jiggle spread across her body and her stomach sagged down to her thighs, it was at least almost a foot wide, maybe even two, and was as soft as silk yet thick as dough. Her cheeks were almost nearing tennis ball size, arms and legs much thicker and starting to sport rolls, and she swore that was a *fourth* chin she was getting now. In all, Brooklyn just stared at her own reflections in dumb shock. “Oi really overdid it this time…” she whined. She sighed and wanted to get a shower, but noticed a small note and box on her desk, she picked it up and it said: “Dear Brooky: Sorry, we’re out, Calico wanted us to go find work but wanted to leave you in peace, that and considering your size…anyway, I managed to get enough money (I didn’t steal it I promise!) to get you some things myself! So happy birthday Brooky, love ya loads. Ya best friend, Marty.” She was curious, and opened up the box…and a small smile crept across her face; a beautiful looking necklace with a small pink gemstone on it, and some cupcakes. Marty always did make her feel special, and this was so sweet of him!

“Thanks, Marty…” she smiled to herself, putting the necklace on and giggling a little as it managed to not disappear into her rather chunky neck. She looked at the cupcakes and of course her big gut rumbled at them. Shrugging her shoulders, she began eating them while lying back on the bed…sometimes, hey if it makes you happy, what’s the harm?