The Sonic Sumo saga continues!

Commissioned by cartoonking1, this time it's Bernadette Hedgehog (Sonic's Mom from the Archie series)

Accompanying Story by Jack-The-Writer:


Bernadette sighed to herself, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, which growled deeply in hunger. Today had been stressful; it had been her first real day helping to run the village since she’d returned. Even worse, she hadn’t had anything to eat in hours, she’d been so busy. She was practically wasting away.

This village, the village of sumo amazons, was Bernadette’s home. She was born and raised here, and just like all the other women, was raised to be a sumo, specifically a sumo warrior, a calling she very much enjoyed. She quickly rose to the top of her class, outweighing and outfighting all the other girls. After leaving school, she quickly rose through the ranks, becoming one of the most powerful and respected warriors. The Blue Bombshell, they called her, a fitting nickname for what many men considered the most beautiful warrior. After a few years, she was appointed to the ruling council as military advisor. That was when she met Jules, her beloved husband, and the most wonderful hedgehog she’d ever met.

When the war with Eggman started, with great reluctance, she left with Jules to help him defend his people. Unfortunately, she had to slim down massively, dropping nearly every ounce of fat she had. She didn’t like it, but being such a slow, large target for Eggman’s robots wasn’t exactly ideal.

As the years went by, she pushed the village out of her mind, and had nearly forgotten about it until she saw Sally and Amy. Seeing how big the girls had gotten, and finding out that they were pursuing the paths of sumo warriors, in her own village no less, made her heart ache for those days.

So, she had packed up her things and come back to the village with Jules. None of the villagers recognized her at first, but once she told them who she was, they could hardly believe it. One of their finest warriors, now so skinny. They couldn’t have that, and neither could she.

She glutted herself afterwards, devouring meal after fattening meal to put back on every pound she’d lost, and then some. She began working out, training again, as well. She even sought out her old sensei, who helped her relearn the skills that she’d lost over the years.

Now, Bernadette was bigger than she’d ever been, and back on the ruling council. She’d just finished her first day and was ready to head home. She sighed and hefted herself from her chair, straining against all her weight. She remembered back when she was able to carry around all this bulk without a problem.

Bernadette waddled to the changing rooms, her unrestrained belly slapping against her thighs. Once there, she removed her more formal kimono for her preferred sumo wear. It was actually her original outfit; the tribe had kept it for her all these years, a golden-yellow mawashi and a matching twisted top, with a stylized version of her face emblazoned on the left breast.

Bernadette lifted one leg, guiding it through the hole of the mawashi, before doing the same with the other. She struggled to bend over far enough to reach, as her massive belly didn’t make it easy. She giggled slightly at her dainty feet, how they were the only part of her that resisted gaining fat. She slid the mawashi up her thighs, which flared out at the hips and looked like a pair of overstuffed sausages, covered in soft, dimpled fat, although they were normally hidden by her pride and joy: her belly.

She lifted her mawashi even further, feeling the strap of the diaper begin to cradle, support, and lift the underside of her bulbous gut, which jiggled and wobbled like a balloon full of jelly, and alone weighed more than most mobians. And as she looked behind her, Bernadette saw the familiar sight of the mawashi disappearing between her massive butt cheeks, those wobbling, undulating globes of fat that served as the world’s comfiest and softest cushion: even sitting on stone felt like she was in a plush, luxurious armchair. Turning back to her belly, Bernadette gave it a slap, causing it to jiggle uncontrollably. She could feel those vibrations throughout her body and felt an immense amount of pleasure. Oh, how she’d missed this body, the copious fat rolls, the undulating ocean of soft flesh, the immense, jiggling pleasure that came with taking every step. She started to wonder why she’d ever given it up.

Bernadette now turned her attention to the top, slipping the elastic garment over her head before struggling to pull it down over her heaving breasts. Her breasts had never been the biggest part of her, but they were each still bigger than a mobian’s head. With a final, hard tug, the garment slid into place, causing her breasts to jiggle, striking Bernadette with another wave of pleasure.

She turned to face herself in the mirror, to make sure that her outfit was keeping everything tucked in. Although she loved showing off her body, as evidenced by the massive amount of cleavage her top showed, she wasn’t about to go out looking indecent.

Bernadette put her right hand on her hip, the fist sinking into the soft fat. She raised her left arm, her arm flab hanging down and jiggling uncontrollably. She stuck up her pointer finger and wiggled it back and forth, with a smirk on her fat, cherubic face. She had to practice for the inevitable oglers on her waddle home. “Now, now boys,” she said in her cute voice, wagging her finger back and forth, “how naughty of you. I have a husband, you know.” With a giggle to herself, she turned and waddled out of the building into the busy streets, heading home to her loving Jules, who no doubt would have a feast prepared for his Blue Bombshell.