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Tails threatens to take Sonic's position of The Fastest Thing Alive and decides to slow him down with an unusual method.
CONTAINS:
Weight Gain
Stuffing
Sonic had to find a way to slow Tails down. Fast. Even if he wasn’t as fast as himself just yet, Tails was getting there. Sonic wasn’t about to lose the title of The Fastest Thing Alive. In his eyes, that title was everything. And without it, he was nothing.
Sonic thought to himself as he laid on his bed. He knew Tails was a genius, so this wasn’t going to be easy. He also didn’t want to resort to hurting Tails either. He was his surrogate little brother, after all. He had to find a way to exploit one of his weaknesses.
“Let’s see…” He began thinking out loud. “He’s easily startled, he dislikes loud noises, he likes sweets WAY too much…”
Then he remembered Tails’ condition during their last race. How he was winded, how his belly got in the way of his stretching. A smile crossed his face.
“I think I’ve got it…”
He knew Tails had a bit of a problem controlling himself around sweets, and his slow metabolism made him even more vulnerable to weight gain, regardless of all the physical activities he subjected himself to. The only reason he wasn’t huge was because sweets were hard to come by in their house.
It was then when he knew how he was going to slow Tails down: through his stomach. He was going to fatten him up until he can’t run anymore.
“Yo, Tails! Hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Ugh, I’m coming! Calm down!” Tails exclaimed as he made his way down the stairs. He rounded the corner to find Sonic standing in front of a giant chocolate cheesecake, with several tubs of ice cream scattered around the table.
“Uhhh… W-what’s all this about?” Tails began to salivate as his stomach audibly growled.
“I was proud of ya, little bro! You know, for getting to be so fast!” Sonic cleared his throat. He had to calm down, or else Tails would catch on. “I mean, you’ve come such a long way, man. You used to barely be able to fight when we first met. Now you’re fighting alongside me and the others in the battlefield, kicking egghead’s butt. And again, your speed is insane! I just wanted to celebrate by treatin’ ya to some cake and ice cream!”
“Oh… Thanks Sonic! You really didn’t need to get this much though, you can feed the entire village with this!“ He chuckled to himself as he positioned himself at the table.
Sonic smiled as he cut a large slice of cake and plopped it onto a plate, along with some ice cream, and handed it to Tails. He was glad that Tails seemed to not be suspicious. He also knew that the fox had the appetite and the capacity to eat the entire table of sweets. All he needed was some encouragement.
Without hesitation, Tails began shoveling the cake and ice cream into his mouth, eating ravenously until the plate was clean.
“I don’t know where you got this cake, Sonic, but it’s delicious!“ Tails looked down to see yet another full plate in front of him. “Huh?”
“It’s a special recipe!” Remarked the blue hedgehog as he took the empty plate from Tails. “Eat up, there’s plenty!”
“Oh! Well… I suppose one more won’t hurt!”
As Tails began to dig into the second helping, Sonic was filling the other plate yet again. It wasn’t long before it found its way back in front of Tails.
“Uh… Sonic, I really appreciate this but I’ve been trying to get into shape lately and-“
“C’mon Tails! One binge isn’t gunna hurt ya! Think about all the exercise you’ve been doing! You’ll be fine!”
“But-“
“Look at this cake, all moist and delicious…” Sonic teased as he took a very slowly paced bite for himself. “Mmmm!”
“S-Stop it, Sonic! I mean it!” It was working, Tails wanted the cake, and he was close to breaking.
Sonic responded by pushing the cake closer to the fox. “You deserve it, man! Splurge a little!”
“Ugh!” Tails couldn’t stop salivating. “Okay, okay! I can’t take it anymore!” Tails whined as he practically threw himself at the cake.
Sonic watched with a smug sense of accomplishment as the fox completely lost control of his appetite. He couldn’t help but notice how bloated Tails looked… The fox’s waistline seemed to have grown more than a few inches.
Once Tails finished the cake, he ran and grabbed the ice cream and continued his gorging. He felt so embarrassed to be doing this. He was making a complete pig of himself in front of his role model. But he couldn’t help it, it was all just so good.
Tails soon found himself scraping the bottom of the last tub of ice cream when he let out a loud belch and leaned back into his chair. His face turned red, and he took a moment to process the overwhelming shame before looking up at his surrogate big brother. He must look ridiculous right now…
“Uh… Thanks again for all the… uh… all the food.” His speech was mixed in with heavy panting, large stomach rising and falling as he breathed.
Sonic smirked at the now rather stuffed fox. “I’m glad ya liked it!” He walked over and gave his friend's belly a firm pat, causing the fox to blush and try in vain to hide it with his hands. "You've got a healthy appetite!"
“I guess so... I think I need to go to bed now, I feel so tired…”
“Sounds good, get some rest buddy!” Sonic chirped happily before patting the fox on the back.
Tails simply nodded as he made his way up the stairs. He couldn’t help but to notice that his tool belt was straining against his overstuffed belly, practically about to break and come flying off.
“Ugh…” He mumbled to himself. “I may have overdone it...”
Sonic watched the fox make his way up the stairs and chuckled. He chuckled because he knew that the food would be converted to fat by morning. The cake was baked with the most fattening of ingredients, and the ice cream was infused with lard.
“Sleep tight, my friend.”
It was late into the next morning when Tails began to toss and turn. He was drifting in and out of sleep, when he noticed that something felt… off. He felt sluggish and heavy. The bed felt softer than usual, as if he were sleeping on a very large pillow. Did Sonic change his bed while he was asleep?
He opened his eyes and yawned before positioning himself upright. He jumped as he felt something hit his lap. Looking down, he saw the culprit. It was his belly.
“What the-?” The newly fattened fox panicked as he sunk his fingers into fleshy protrusion. “I don’t remember being this chubby…”
Deciding that further inspection was needed, he hurried over to the mirror as fast as he could. He was in utter disbelief. How could he have gained this much weight so fast? He looked at the reflection of his belly as he poked and prodded it, noting how it jiggled as he moved. The skin under his fur was pink and sore from the sudden weight gain, especially around his deep navel. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice that his love handles seemed to have tripled in size, alongside his belly. His butt and thighs were noticeably thicker as well.
He thought back to the meal he had last night. “Did Sonic put something in that cake? No… He wouldn’t, he’s my best friend!” He sighed. “I guess I just have to be more careful about my weight…”
He walked right past his tool belt that was hanging on his desk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get that on anytime soon. He was tip toeing down the stairs, hoping Sonic wouldn’t see him in this state, when an appealing smell hit his nose. Pancakes and syrup.
“Ugh… Why now?” He groaned. He was very hungry, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to turn down pancakes. “I need to work on my self-control more.”
He made his way to the kitchen to see that a certain blue hedgehog was preparing breakfast.
“Hey Tails!” Sonic did NOT want to bring attention to the fox’s weight, and thus had no reaction to the fact that it appeared that he had swallowed a beach ball. “Come have some breakfast!”
“Sounds good, but I don’t want to have TOO much…” Tails slowly made his way to the table, belly wobbling like jello as he walked.
Sonic made no response, and instead simply pushed a giant plate of flapjacks in front of Tails.
Tails began to dig in, appetite becoming more ravenous as he noticed how good they tasted.
“Have you been taking cooking lessons or something? The most amazing cake I’ve ever had, and now this!” Tails closed his eyes as he savored the flavor before swallowing the soft, thick pancakes into his gullet. It was so good, in fact, that he completely forgot about his weight.
“Heh… I’ve just got a knack for cooking I guess.” Sonic remarked, knowing full well that the reason they tasted so good was because he made them with butter, lard, and a whole cavalcade of fattening ingredients. “Well, I suppose these shouldn’t go to waste, I made too many!” He sped over holding several plates stacked high with the deadly treats.
Before Tails knew it, he found himself devouring all 5 plates. Sonic simply left the room. He knew his work for the morning was done.
One hour later…
Tails found himself moaning in pain as he rubbed his distended gut, attempting to relieve the sheer amount of pressure within. He had overate again. The room was a mess. Not only did he eat the flapjacks, he also raided the fridge, which Sonic had strategically filled with more fat-filled sweets. He even drank a jug of milk that Sonic had spiked with heavy cream.
He felt so full and heavy, and could feel the contents of his overfilled stomach sloshing around as he breathed.
“I have a problem…” He mumbled before falling into a deep food coma.
A few hours later, Sonic walked back into the room at looked at the fox, not expecting him to be asleep.
“Oh man, he’s out cold!”
Sonic took a moment to survey the damage that the feasts had made on his rotund friend. He couldn’t believe how fast the weight gain was! The fox’s waistline seemed to have quadrupled in size, his round ball-like belly was protruding past his knees. He had large moobs, with a little crease leading down to his rather cavernous belly button. His love handles were spilling through the spokes on the back of the chair, as his bottom completely eclipsed the platform beneath it. Tails may have been chubby before, but now he was fat. Sonic couldn’t help but to find it… well, cute. Chuckling lightly, he placed an open palm on Tails’ belly and began to rub it in a cyclic motion. Still asleep, the large fox slouched further and moaned in happiness. Sonic continued the massage for a few more minutes before giving the plump belly a light slap, then walking off.
Tails was too fat to run fast now, but Sonic had no intention to stop fattening the fox. He was just too adorable. He liked Tails like this, as well as the contrast between the sidekick and his own slender form.
A week had passed, and Sonic continued cooking “special” meals for Tails, and continued loading the kitchen with various fattening treats. The fox had given Sonic suspicious looks every now and then, but continued to devour everything with gusto. It seemed that the more Tails stuffed himself, the more ravenous he became. His self-control was slipping even further. He tried to offset the weight gain with running on the treadmill (and shaking the whole house in the process) but it had little effect. His waistline grew to almost cartoon-like proportions. His belly somehow seemed to defy gravity as it remained round and taught despite its sheer size, and his love handles, ass, thighs, and sides grew outward every day. The strange thing was, he felt comfortable. He knew that this was bad, that he was out of control and out of shape. But he couldn’t help but feel physical bliss every time he filled his stomach to the brim, laying back and letting it all hang out. He loved the feeling his large, soft body gave him. Every day he felt his will power dwindle and the urge to give into this lifestyle grow more intense. He began to come up with excuses, like how he was useful for his brains and not brawn, and how the team had plenty of manpower to take down Eggman’s schemes without him physically being on the frontline of battle. He could be on the sidelines, right? He could give the team support over the radio!
People gave him looks, but they didn’t say anything at first. But then the comments started to come in.
“Wow, Tails, you’ve really let yourself go!”
“Could you BE any FATTER?”
“I see you have taken up the Faker’s diet of chilidogs without actually running them off. Disgusting.”
Along with the comments became groping and teasing. Tails felt embarrassed by it all, but for some reason he began to like the teasing. But he suppressed that.
He felt so huge, so hungry all the time. He was spiraling out of control.
It wasn’t until Sonic began to regularly give him belly rubs when he realized what he should’ve realized much, much earlier. Sonic was doing this to him. But why? What reason would he have but to-
“Oh.”
Tails pieced together what was going on. Sonic felt threatened by his speed and wanted to slow him down. He seemed to get some sort of enjoyment out of it all, too.
But, for some reason, he wasn’t angry. He knew he should be furious. But he wasn’t. He enjoyed the pampering his older “brother” was giving him, and for some reason enjoyed being fat. He grew accustomed to the teasing and began to enjoy everyone gawking at his massive, growing frame. Was this some sort of weird fetish? He decided not to think about it.
He was going to keep up the façade of not realizing what Sonic was doing. He enjoyed the ride too much.
“Hey Sonic, when are those chilidogs going to be done?” Tails asked cutely before placing his hands on the sides of his gut. “I’m starving!”
“Finishing them up now, little bro!”
Little. How cute. Tails couldn’t help but chuckle, causing his belly to jiggle slightly.
It wasn’t long until Sonic had the chilidogs prepared and placed in front of Tails. With much effort, the fox bent over, grabbed the plate and placed it on the top of his belly. He knew full well Sonic spiked them with some sort of horribly fattening ingredient, but he didn’t care. With both hands, he began to shove them into his mouth, one by one. The soft flesh of his belly rising as he stuffed more and more into his stomach. When he was done, he laid back and marveled at his own sheer size.
“Thanks, Sonic, that was delicious!” He sighed in pure bliss. He felt so stuffed and content, so fat and happy.
“Heh, no problem!” Sonic was happy his friend seemed to not care about his size. He wondered just how big the Tails was going to get before he said something. However, Tails had no intention on letting him stop. He was going to get as big as Sonic wanted, and enjoy the ride.
Tails softly rubbed his belly while thinking to himself. Then he turned to his friend.
“Hey, Sonic?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I could have another batch?”
Epilogue:
As Tails grew fatter and fatter, Sonic began to catch onto the fact that Tails was secretly enjoying it. He began commenting on his weight, teasing him and playing with his belly as he fed him increasingly fattening meals. It even got to the point where Sonic could sleep on the top of Tails’ belly and have plenty of room to toss and turn. Eventually, they both knew what this was but continued the façade for fun.
The freedom fighters, knowing he was no longer fit for battle, put him in a leading position where they knew his intellect would be more useful. He enjoyed his new role, commanding and helping his friends by day, and being fed, teased and played with at night.
How big was he going to get? Who knows? He would enjoy it no matter what.
(Please note that I ONLY do requests if I like the idea!)
Tails threatens to take Sonic's position of The Fastest Thing Alive and decides to slow him down with an unusual method.
CONTAINS:
Weight Gain
Stuffing
Sonic had to find a way to slow Tails down. Fast. Even if he wasn’t as fast as himself just yet, Tails was getting there. Sonic wasn’t about to lose the title of The Fastest Thing Alive. In his eyes, that title was everything. And without it, he was nothing.
Sonic thought to himself as he laid on his bed. He knew Tails was a genius, so this wasn’t going to be easy. He also didn’t want to resort to hurting Tails either. He was his surrogate little brother, after all. He had to find a way to exploit one of his weaknesses.
“Let’s see…” He began thinking out loud. “He’s easily startled, he dislikes loud noises, he likes sweets WAY too much…”
Then he remembered Tails’ condition during their last race. How he was winded, how his belly got in the way of his stretching. A smile crossed his face.
“I think I’ve got it…”
He knew Tails had a bit of a problem controlling himself around sweets, and his slow metabolism made him even more vulnerable to weight gain, regardless of all the physical activities he subjected himself to. The only reason he wasn’t huge was because sweets were hard to come by in their house.
It was then when he knew how he was going to slow Tails down: through his stomach. He was going to fatten him up until he can’t run anymore.
“Yo, Tails! Hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Ugh, I’m coming! Calm down!” Tails exclaimed as he made his way down the stairs. He rounded the corner to find Sonic standing in front of a giant chocolate cheesecake, with several tubs of ice cream scattered around the table.
“Uhhh… W-what’s all this about?” Tails began to salivate as his stomach audibly growled.
“I was proud of ya, little bro! You know, for getting to be so fast!” Sonic cleared his throat. He had to calm down, or else Tails would catch on. “I mean, you’ve come such a long way, man. You used to barely be able to fight when we first met. Now you’re fighting alongside me and the others in the battlefield, kicking egghead’s butt. And again, your speed is insane! I just wanted to celebrate by treatin’ ya to some cake and ice cream!”
“Oh… Thanks Sonic! You really didn’t need to get this much though, you can feed the entire village with this!“ He chuckled to himself as he positioned himself at the table.
Sonic smiled as he cut a large slice of cake and plopped it onto a plate, along with some ice cream, and handed it to Tails. He was glad that Tails seemed to not be suspicious. He also knew that the fox had the appetite and the capacity to eat the entire table of sweets. All he needed was some encouragement.
Without hesitation, Tails began shoveling the cake and ice cream into his mouth, eating ravenously until the plate was clean.
“I don’t know where you got this cake, Sonic, but it’s delicious!“ Tails looked down to see yet another full plate in front of him. “Huh?”
“It’s a special recipe!” Remarked the blue hedgehog as he took the empty plate from Tails. “Eat up, there’s plenty!”
“Oh! Well… I suppose one more won’t hurt!”
As Tails began to dig into the second helping, Sonic was filling the other plate yet again. It wasn’t long before it found its way back in front of Tails.
“Uh… Sonic, I really appreciate this but I’ve been trying to get into shape lately and-“
“C’mon Tails! One binge isn’t gunna hurt ya! Think about all the exercise you’ve been doing! You’ll be fine!”
“But-“
“Look at this cake, all moist and delicious…” Sonic teased as he took a very slowly paced bite for himself. “Mmmm!”
“S-Stop it, Sonic! I mean it!” It was working, Tails wanted the cake, and he was close to breaking.
Sonic responded by pushing the cake closer to the fox. “You deserve it, man! Splurge a little!”
“Ugh!” Tails couldn’t stop salivating. “Okay, okay! I can’t take it anymore!” Tails whined as he practically threw himself at the cake.
Sonic watched with a smug sense of accomplishment as the fox completely lost control of his appetite. He couldn’t help but notice how bloated Tails looked… The fox’s waistline seemed to have grown more than a few inches.
Once Tails finished the cake, he ran and grabbed the ice cream and continued his gorging. He felt so embarrassed to be doing this. He was making a complete pig of himself in front of his role model. But he couldn’t help it, it was all just so good.
Tails soon found himself scraping the bottom of the last tub of ice cream when he let out a loud belch and leaned back into his chair. His face turned red, and he took a moment to process the overwhelming shame before looking up at his surrogate big brother. He must look ridiculous right now…
“Uh… Thanks again for all the… uh… all the food.” His speech was mixed in with heavy panting, large stomach rising and falling as he breathed.
Sonic smirked at the now rather stuffed fox. “I’m glad ya liked it!” He walked over and gave his friend's belly a firm pat, causing the fox to blush and try in vain to hide it with his hands. "You've got a healthy appetite!"
“I guess so... I think I need to go to bed now, I feel so tired…”
“Sounds good, get some rest buddy!” Sonic chirped happily before patting the fox on the back.
Tails simply nodded as he made his way up the stairs. He couldn’t help but to notice that his tool belt was straining against his overstuffed belly, practically about to break and come flying off.
“Ugh…” He mumbled to himself. “I may have overdone it...”
Sonic watched the fox make his way up the stairs and chuckled. He chuckled because he knew that the food would be converted to fat by morning. The cake was baked with the most fattening of ingredients, and the ice cream was infused with lard.
“Sleep tight, my friend.”
It was late into the next morning when Tails began to toss and turn. He was drifting in and out of sleep, when he noticed that something felt… off. He felt sluggish and heavy. The bed felt softer than usual, as if he were sleeping on a very large pillow. Did Sonic change his bed while he was asleep?
He opened his eyes and yawned before positioning himself upright. He jumped as he felt something hit his lap. Looking down, he saw the culprit. It was his belly.
“What the-?” The newly fattened fox panicked as he sunk his fingers into fleshy protrusion. “I don’t remember being this chubby…”
Deciding that further inspection was needed, he hurried over to the mirror as fast as he could. He was in utter disbelief. How could he have gained this much weight so fast? He looked at the reflection of his belly as he poked and prodded it, noting how it jiggled as he moved. The skin under his fur was pink and sore from the sudden weight gain, especially around his deep navel. Turning around, he couldn’t help but notice that his love handles seemed to have tripled in size, alongside his belly. His butt and thighs were noticeably thicker as well.
He thought back to the meal he had last night. “Did Sonic put something in that cake? No… He wouldn’t, he’s my best friend!” He sighed. “I guess I just have to be more careful about my weight…”
He walked right past his tool belt that was hanging on his desk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get that on anytime soon. He was tip toeing down the stairs, hoping Sonic wouldn’t see him in this state, when an appealing smell hit his nose. Pancakes and syrup.
“Ugh… Why now?” He groaned. He was very hungry, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to turn down pancakes. “I need to work on my self-control more.”
He made his way to the kitchen to see that a certain blue hedgehog was preparing breakfast.
“Hey Tails!” Sonic did NOT want to bring attention to the fox’s weight, and thus had no reaction to the fact that it appeared that he had swallowed a beach ball. “Come have some breakfast!”
“Sounds good, but I don’t want to have TOO much…” Tails slowly made his way to the table, belly wobbling like jello as he walked.
Sonic made no response, and instead simply pushed a giant plate of flapjacks in front of Tails.
Tails began to dig in, appetite becoming more ravenous as he noticed how good they tasted.
“Have you been taking cooking lessons or something? The most amazing cake I’ve ever had, and now this!” Tails closed his eyes as he savored the flavor before swallowing the soft, thick pancakes into his gullet. It was so good, in fact, that he completely forgot about his weight.
“Heh… I’ve just got a knack for cooking I guess.” Sonic remarked, knowing full well that the reason they tasted so good was because he made them with butter, lard, and a whole cavalcade of fattening ingredients. “Well, I suppose these shouldn’t go to waste, I made too many!” He sped over holding several plates stacked high with the deadly treats.
Before Tails knew it, he found himself devouring all 5 plates. Sonic simply left the room. He knew his work for the morning was done.
One hour later…
Tails found himself moaning in pain as he rubbed his distended gut, attempting to relieve the sheer amount of pressure within. He had overate again. The room was a mess. Not only did he eat the flapjacks, he also raided the fridge, which Sonic had strategically filled with more fat-filled sweets. He even drank a jug of milk that Sonic had spiked with heavy cream.
He felt so full and heavy, and could feel the contents of his overfilled stomach sloshing around as he breathed.
“I have a problem…” He mumbled before falling into a deep food coma.
A few hours later, Sonic walked back into the room at looked at the fox, not expecting him to be asleep.
“Oh man, he’s out cold!”
Sonic took a moment to survey the damage that the feasts had made on his rotund friend. He couldn’t believe how fast the weight gain was! The fox’s waistline seemed to have quadrupled in size, his round ball-like belly was protruding past his knees. He had large moobs, with a little crease leading down to his rather cavernous belly button. His love handles were spilling through the spokes on the back of the chair, as his bottom completely eclipsed the platform beneath it. Tails may have been chubby before, but now he was fat. Sonic couldn’t help but to find it… well, cute. Chuckling lightly, he placed an open palm on Tails’ belly and began to rub it in a cyclic motion. Still asleep, the large fox slouched further and moaned in happiness. Sonic continued the massage for a few more minutes before giving the plump belly a light slap, then walking off.
Tails was too fat to run fast now, but Sonic had no intention to stop fattening the fox. He was just too adorable. He liked Tails like this, as well as the contrast between the sidekick and his own slender form.
A week had passed, and Sonic continued cooking “special” meals for Tails, and continued loading the kitchen with various fattening treats. The fox had given Sonic suspicious looks every now and then, but continued to devour everything with gusto. It seemed that the more Tails stuffed himself, the more ravenous he became. His self-control was slipping even further. He tried to offset the weight gain with running on the treadmill (and shaking the whole house in the process) but it had little effect. His waistline grew to almost cartoon-like proportions. His belly somehow seemed to defy gravity as it remained round and taught despite its sheer size, and his love handles, ass, thighs, and sides grew outward every day. The strange thing was, he felt comfortable. He knew that this was bad, that he was out of control and out of shape. But he couldn’t help but feel physical bliss every time he filled his stomach to the brim, laying back and letting it all hang out. He loved the feeling his large, soft body gave him. Every day he felt his will power dwindle and the urge to give into this lifestyle grow more intense. He began to come up with excuses, like how he was useful for his brains and not brawn, and how the team had plenty of manpower to take down Eggman’s schemes without him physically being on the frontline of battle. He could be on the sidelines, right? He could give the team support over the radio!
People gave him looks, but they didn’t say anything at first. But then the comments started to come in.
“Wow, Tails, you’ve really let yourself go!”
“Could you BE any FATTER?”
“I see you have taken up the Faker’s diet of chilidogs without actually running them off. Disgusting.”
Along with the comments became groping and teasing. Tails felt embarrassed by it all, but for some reason he began to like the teasing. But he suppressed that.
He felt so huge, so hungry all the time. He was spiraling out of control.
It wasn’t until Sonic began to regularly give him belly rubs when he realized what he should’ve realized much, much earlier. Sonic was doing this to him. But why? What reason would he have but to-
“Oh.”
Tails pieced together what was going on. Sonic felt threatened by his speed and wanted to slow him down. He seemed to get some sort of enjoyment out of it all, too.
But, for some reason, he wasn’t angry. He knew he should be furious. But he wasn’t. He enjoyed the pampering his older “brother” was giving him, and for some reason enjoyed being fat. He grew accustomed to the teasing and began to enjoy everyone gawking at his massive, growing frame. Was this some sort of weird fetish? He decided not to think about it.
He was going to keep up the façade of not realizing what Sonic was doing. He enjoyed the ride too much.
“Hey Sonic, when are those chilidogs going to be done?” Tails asked cutely before placing his hands on the sides of his gut. “I’m starving!”
“Finishing them up now, little bro!”
Little. How cute. Tails couldn’t help but chuckle, causing his belly to jiggle slightly.
It wasn’t long until Sonic had the chilidogs prepared and placed in front of Tails. With much effort, the fox bent over, grabbed the plate and placed it on the top of his belly. He knew full well Sonic spiked them with some sort of horribly fattening ingredient, but he didn’t care. With both hands, he began to shove them into his mouth, one by one. The soft flesh of his belly rising as he stuffed more and more into his stomach. When he was done, he laid back and marveled at his own sheer size.
“Thanks, Sonic, that was delicious!” He sighed in pure bliss. He felt so stuffed and content, so fat and happy.
“Heh, no problem!” Sonic was happy his friend seemed to not care about his size. He wondered just how big the Tails was going to get before he said something. However, Tails had no intention on letting him stop. He was going to get as big as Sonic wanted, and enjoy the ride.
Tails softly rubbed his belly while thinking to himself. Then he turned to his friend.
“Hey, Sonic?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I could have another batch?”
Epilogue:
As Tails grew fatter and fatter, Sonic began to catch onto the fact that Tails was secretly enjoying it. He began commenting on his weight, teasing him and playing with his belly as he fed him increasingly fattening meals. It even got to the point where Sonic could sleep on the top of Tails’ belly and have plenty of room to toss and turn. Eventually, they both knew what this was but continued the façade for fun.
The freedom fighters, knowing he was no longer fit for battle, put him in a leading position where they knew his intellect would be more useful. He enjoyed his new role, commanding and helping his friends by day, and being fed, teased and played with at night.
How big was he going to get? Who knows? He would enjoy it no matter what.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
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