(Story in description)

A story commissioned and co-written by Temariswitchtogas on DA based loosely off my unfinished comic of the same name.

I'm not officially doing writing commissions but if people are interested enough and I feel I'm up to it I might set some official prices! 🙃

(My regular commissions are open again too)

also thanks to allola1101 for proofreading!

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Sally Alicia Acorn wanted to enjoy the feeling of the wind flowing through her amber hair and cheek fluffs, the familiar sensation of gliding along the southern northamer plains in her boyfriend's arms. But of course she didn’t get to, she had to be stressed out. Recently her brother: King Elias approved an operation of the newly rebuilt Fort Acorn to venture past Robotropolis' shield and begin searching for any potential resources worth salvaging in the nuclear ruins. This project had been a-go for exactly a week before the attack on the base she and Sonic were responding to now. She didn't know what their forces had uncovered or even if Robotnik knew either, but she did know that if the barrier surrounding old Mobotropolis were to be damaged the leaking nuclear waste could potentially mean having to relocate their people again and without the protection Nicole could provide in New Mobotropolis.

Behind the couple flew the youngest members of the freedom fighters, Tails flew as he towed Amy in his arms. The four of them were as much of the team that could be sent on such short notice, Bunnie was no longer able to keep up with Sonic's cruising speeds and thus Antoine had no ride.

The four of them were met with only a small assortment of eggswats fighting off royal soldiers, some of whom were unable to even get out of their hazmat suits before the assault even began.

"This is a pretty small wave, which means he's not after anything specific. This is just recon."
Sally deduced as they continued to approach the warzone.

"Cool, one potential crisis averted. Now let's just make sure nuclear winter doesn't come early this year."
Sonic joked as they closed in on the battle.

"Amy get to the edge of the force field, don't even let a 'bot touch it! Tails, air support around the fort! They could still end up getting something important! Me and Sal will thin the herd."
Sonic ordered, Amy and Tails just gave him a look.

"Oh, right…"
He turned his head back to the princess.

"My bad, Sal."
He apologized sheepishly.

She just smirked.

"No, it's okay. Do what he said!"
She confirmed to the others.

"Sonic… was that strategic planning I just heard?"
She cooed in his ear.

"Yeah, yeah… don't make a big deal out of it."
Sonic skidded to a halt in the center of the chaos, dropping the princess onto her feet.
Back to back in fighting stances she continued the banter.

"If I had known you'd smarten up without me I would've gotten roboticized years ago."
Sally poked, enough time had passed that she finally felt comfortable joking about it.

"Can't hear you, mindlessly breaking things!"
He shouted as he began bouncing across swatbots, with them exploding behind him.

Sally smiled, diving into a handspring to avoid laser fire. Her lithe form danced along the battle grounds, with the apparently minor severity of the situation she now felt comfortable letting herself enjoy the moment like she needed to. While the pace she was able to incapacitate eggswats was only a fraction of Sonic's it still felt good to be on the front lines again. Things finally felt normal again, she smiled as she successfully baited a bot into shooting one of its own.

"Man... No Metal Sonic, no Silver Sonic, no nothing! I was hoping I'd get to bust something expensive."
Sonic complained as he pinballed throughout the air support.

"I'm sure the little guys add up if you smash enough of them."
Sally retorted whilst combat rolling under a laser. She hopped off the roll into the air to drop kick an eggswatts leg which caused it to buckle over, leaving it vulnerable.

"Ha! Good point!"
Sonic sawed through said egg swat, landing next to his girlfriend.

"Never seen you enjoy the fight so much, I should let you get roboticized more often."
He pulled Sally in by her boney waist, with Mobius free of the metal virus and the kingdom free of Ixis Naugus' influence Sally was finally left with time to recover after being restored from her mechanized self. She had taken more time off than anyone would have expected, instead she merely resorted to being the 'guy in the chair' for a long while. Only very recently had she returned to active duty and it felt great, for both of them.

Surrounded by battered robots, they noticed a few managed to fly away beyond the two's reach but none of them seemed to be carrying anything. Sally held her hand up to Sonic's chest before being repelled. Sonic whipped out a chilidog and the smell was too much for her to bear.

"Euch, where were you even keeping that!?"

Sonic shrugged with a smile.

"I take it we aren't going for lunch now then?"
She frowned.

"What no, of course we are! I'll be hungry again by the time we get back home."
He clarified.

"It'll take like twenty minutes for me to get briefed."

"Exactly!"
Sonic exclaimed to Sally’s laughter.

"How are you not as big as Rotor?"
She asked

"Fast metabolism, can't get fat."
He explained smugly.

“Hmm, I seem to recall you having already been fat.”
She held her chin, that had caught Sonic off guard. Looking at him now, despite the poison he constantly stuffed himself with Sonic’s dark blue physique was solid and lean, the epitome of a ‘runner's bod’.

“What!? When?”
He asked, flabbergasted.

“Uh, you’re entire life until we were 16?”
She grinned with her brow cocked.

“A little baby fat doesn’t count.”
He dismissed sternly in his own defense.

“A lot of baby fat, your body was nearly a perfect sphere.”
Sonic frowned and crossed his arms, Sally noted the blush. While the two enjoyed the back and forth snipping with one another Sonic got Sally far more riled up than she did him most of the time, she was delighted at the discovery that this topic was apparently a button of Sonic’s she could push. She placed a finger on his chest.

“Like pot belly wouldn’t even be the right word…”
She mockingly signaled deep thought to the hedgehog’s annoyance, searching for an accurate term.

“Alright, alright I get it. But that was before Nate’s super emerald juiced me.”

“Still happened.”

“Now I can’t get fat then. Better?”
He admitted begrudgingly, he felt strange. Embarrassment was a feeling Sonic was unaccustomed to, he was surprised something so minor from years ago was getting this kind of reaction out of him. Maybe it was because he had spent years constantly making fun of Robotnik for being overweight that made it so uncomfortable for him to be getting some fat shaming himself. Or maybe it was just his ego.

“More accurate, yes.”
She mused, leaning into his face.

"But are you safe from heart disease?"
She leaned back off him, resting a hand on her boney hip and cringing at the sight of her boyfriend continuing to enjoy his meat slathered hotdog. Sonic sighed.

"I'm never getting you to try a chilidog am I?"
He asked before swallowing his whole.

"Sure, I can get fat and have heart disease!"
She answered with mock enthusiasm. Sonic chuckled (unlike Knuckles). It would be even harder to imagine the princess with a spare tire. Sally was visibly a little underweight, which made sense given her stressful, time consuming and physically demanding lifestyle. This meant no softness even in the places most women wanted it. While not as flat as Blaze Sally wasn’t too well endowed either which gave even more prevalence to her jutting ribs and her rear end was visibly hardened, without any proper curve. Her thighs were even more angular, clearly muscular although still thin enough to leave a significant thigh gap between them. Said thigh gap was partially due to Sally’s naturally wide hips, wide due to her shape of her actual pelvis rather than any softness obviously. If anything Sally’s hips only showcased more how skinny she really was. Her fingers, despite having a hands-on job were as lithe as a mobians could be. Her face seemed fairly rounded, yet that was standard for mobius’ dominant species.

"Well now maybe you deserve it.”
He clarified

...the fat part, I mean."
She snickered

"But you already look so flustered, wouldn’t it be even more embarrassing for the Sonic the Hedgehog to settle for a fat girlfriend?"
She asked jovially, her facial expression however felt sadistic.

"It’d be worth it."
He playfully squinted back.

Members of the small platoon came running up.

"Thanks for the help, princess! You got here just in time."

"So that means they didn't get away with anything?"

"Not a thing!"
Tails beamed as he descended down onto the mass grave of badniks, carrying some trinkets and gadgets. Presumably they were what the eggswats managed to get out of the building.

"Good job buddy, Ames?"

"The force field's in one piece. "
She clarified running over.

"The fort sustained some damage, but nothing too serious. Though If you and the king decide not to send us extra funding for the damage, we'll likely have to sacrifice the salvaging project."
The soldier briefed her.

"Well then I guess I should have a look at what you've found, sergeant."

"By all means princess."
He motioned for her to follow.

"Tails, wanna come?"
She called out to the sky above.

"Yep!"
He cheered, following behind her.

Sonic and Amy stood, chopped liver as the rest of the battalion began piling the badniks and tending to the damaged fort walls.

"Guess we're helping clean up 'till they're done."
Sonic assumed to a groaning Amy.

"Ugh."
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"Anything good?"
Sonic asked, brushing debris off his shoulder as he walked into the storage room.

"Tails seemed pretty satisfied. He took pretty much every bit of scrap in here."
She smiled with her pronounced black eyebrows frowning.

"Yeah, I saw him make a run with it all. How about you?"
He stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Eh, aside from that it was mostly old armour and swords from just before Robotnik took over. No royal heirlooms though, except for maybe these."
She slid a ring onto Sonic's hand as she spoke.

"Ooh, Miss Acorn… I'm flattered. But you're gonna break a lotta' girls hearts takin' me off the market."
He grinned.

"Notice how the ring is on your pinky, Romeo. I don't recognize the rings so they're obviously not that important, not that Elias would care... but they still look royal, so I figured we could at least wear them out."
She reasoned.

"Does that mean we're done here?"
The hedgehog asked, not wanting to wait around any longer.

"Well of course, it's been half an hour. You must be starving!"
She mocked.

"Yes Mrs.Hedgehog, ask a matter of fact I am. Let's go eat some not-chilidogs."
Sonic deflected to joking about the rings instead as he took her hand.

"Yes, Prince Acorn. Let's."

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It was a quick trek back to New Mobotropolis before the two picked out a restaurant. The young couple had unofficially adopted a rotating schedule where they would spend one date at a restaurant specialized in healthier options and the next at a grease soaked pub, when they didn’t just settle for Uncle Chuck’s of course. The previous time had been spent at a newly established vegan only place, so Sonic was now free to pick somewhere that would challenge even his enhanced digestive tract.
Sonic sat himself in a wooden chair, letting Sally take the booth seat for her even bonier derriere. Sonic eyed the menu hungrily before, looking to Sally.

“What’re you gonna get?”
He asked cheerily. Sally held the menu with the same gaze as when she was deactivating bombs, or roboticizers. She was struggling as she always did to find something non-lethal, she resigned and settled with the choice she usually had to fall back on.

“Salad.”

“Come onnnn.”
Sonic whined as he slumped forward onto the table in disappointment.

“Garden salad.”
Sally answered in monotone, clearly not registering Sonic’s tone as she was still focused on said salad menu.

“Why do I even bring you to these spots?”
He inquired with a surprisingly sad expression.

“Because you like them?”
Sally answered with a soft smile, she had never complained.

“We should both like them.”

“I probably will too.”
She innocently reassured.

“Yeah, you’ll like the garden salad. You’re not exactly getting the experience people come here for Sal.”

“You eat chilidogs everywhere we go.”
She smiled with a cocked brow.

“That’s different.”

“How exactly?”

“I eat enough that I can try other stuff in one sitting, and they don’t even have chilidogs at a lot of the places we go to. Anytime I pick the restaurant you just get salad.”

“I like salad.”

“Enough that you never want to try anything new? Since when are you boring? Come on, try the deep fried macaroni bites.”
He pushed his menu toward her.
Sonic knew Sally to be as adventurous as he was in every regard, a trait he obviously was attracted to, however the exception was her palate.

“I’ve been trying the stuff you like.”
He begged, continuing with a list.

“I had a beetroot burger at that veggie place, I tried bean taco salad, I tried sushi and hey I liked it!

“You have been getting a lot better lately… but the difference is I’m being a good influence and you’re trying to be a bad one.”

“How is pushing you to try new things me being a bad influence?”
He didn’t know why he asked, he knew what she was going to try to say next.

“Sonic…
She continued in a hushed tone in the crowded pub.

“...Fat and heart disease remember?”
She admitted.

“Every once in a while’s not gonna hurt, Sal.”

“We’re at places like this every other day Sonic and I need to be in peak shape to not die on the field.”

“With the places you pick and the amount of exercise you get in you’d be fine. Antoine gets by on Bunnie’s cooking. Why fear death when you never live?”
The chipmunk rolled her eyes.

“I know you’re just making excuses Sal. Covering for the fact that despite everything else there’s still a part of you that’s a pampered little princess...
Sonic continued, teasingly adopting a high pitch in his voice.
...The part of you that can’t stomach the thought of eating peasant food.”

Sally crossed her arms and broke eye contact as Sonic smirked smugly. She’d said it before but Sonic knew her too well, apparently well enough to identify hang-ups that she herself didn’t even realize she had. Despite her status Sally had tried to be both as tough and down to earth as she could be, though in all honesty most of the menu here did genuinely disgust her.

“Try the macaroni bites.”
He pushed again.

“Garden salad.”
She refused.

“Wow. How about the caviar? Risotto for the princess?”

“Shut up!”
She groaned, smacking him with a napkin.
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Despite Sonic’s best efforts Sally still decided on the vegetable dish.

The chipmunk merely smirked at the sight of a small buffet in front of her date, making her already small portion look feeble by comparison.

'He's lucky freedom fighters eat free in most places.'
She thought.

“And you were surprised you were chubby?”

“Harr harr.”
That strange feeling hit Sonic’s throat again, and his spine.

“You stop guilting me for taking care of myself and I’ll stop bringing it up.”
Sally leaned on the table smugly.

“Never.”
Sonic huffed.

Sally munched away at her medium garden salad while Sonic inhaled an assortment consisting of cheeseballs, onion rings, deep fried pickles, wings and pulled pork sandwiches with a cola-vanilla float. As Sonic ate at competitive speeds, neither of them noticed the faint glow emitting from the rings on their fingers. As each giant onion ring slid down Sonic's throat Sally failed to notice the feeling of something plopping down into her gut. The princess's pace slowed to that of molasses as she struggled to finish her usually light serving. Sonic finished off his meal with his pulled pork, each sandwich consumed in a single gulp happened concurrently with a sudden spike in the pressure Sally felt in the pit of her stomach. She shakily bit into the final forkfull of black olive, spinach, legume and feta cheese before slumping back in her seat with a moan.

"Oof, that was... surprisingly filling."
Sally noted, frowning with a clenched fist covering her mouth.

A slight food baby had filled below her ribs, with the bottom half of her tortilla coloured midriff jutting out especially.

Sonic jokingly tsked.

"Amateur. That wasn’t even the large."
Walking out of the diner Sally was surprised by just how lethargic she felt.

"Too full to walk, carry me."
Sally gestured to the hedgehog with her arms wide open. Sonic swept the princess up into her arms, kind of dumbfounded.

"Are you just trying to make me feel self conscious?"
He questioned, a little insulted.

Sally merely cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Happy accident. "
She clarified.

Sonic looked down at her stretched abdomen.

"Huh, you didn't even eat that much?!"
He inspected the small dome her hard abdominal muscles had been contorted into, pressing his finger into it.

"Erf… don't poke…"
Sally struggled to keep back the acid reflux from the sudden pressure change.

Sonic swung by Castle Acorn, dropping Sally off. He was gifted with a groggy kiss goodbye before watching her wander inside. Sally winced as she climbed the stairs within the castle walls, a sharp pain appeared in the side of her tight stomach everytime she raised a knee. Dropping her small behind onto the sofa in her room she turned on the television, just looking to find something to watch for a couple hours until she felt like moving around again. As she settled for some random sitcom, the fact that she was quickly beginning to drift off escaped her notice. Less than a minute after she selected her channel her head slumped over and she passed out.

As Sonic dashed home he was shocked to discover that he was still quite famished.

'Man, everything I just ate and I'm not even full. Maybe I'm getting faster again… Or maybe Sal guilting me is backfiring.'
He chuckled to himself as he pondered the possibility that the sudden talk of his diet was accidentally making him hungrier. He skipped through the Hedgehog residence's front door.

"Not like an extra snack'll do anything to me."
He shrugged to himself.

Sonic's mother: Bernadette wandered into the kitchen, confused.

"Maurice… didn't you just go for lunch with Sally?"
She asked, watching her son boil some hotdogs and cook up some chili.

"Uhh... yep."

"Awh, the place you took her to was too fancy?"
Bernie pressed, assuming he just hadn't eaten.

"Sure, let's go with that."
He laughed.

Sonic sat himself down with a plate full of his favourite dish, the pile was equal in mass to the meal he had just eaten but somehow he just had room for it. He began wolfing it down in his usual fashion, once again ignorant to the faint green glow escaping the ring on his finger.

As the princess slept peacefully with her light snoring filling her spacious room the same lime aura reappeared around her own band. Unbeknownst to the slumbering girl her tummy began experiencing quick, small bursts outward. Surging forward a little more and more with each second. The princess's food baby rapidly progressed to seven months, then nine. Then it became twins. She began rolling back and forth against her sofa in discomfort, her unconscious face cringed as her well sculpted abs were stretched to their absolute limit. The mound began protruding from higher and higher. The tortilla globe eventually started at where her diaphragm was, parting her small breasts as the entirety of her innards were packed to the brim with chilidogs. Triplets. Her hardened legs spread slightly to make room as her stomach stretched even the bottom of her abdominal wall. The dome-like slope of the cannonball Sally seemed to have swallowed in her sleep looked comical in comparison to the rest of her body.

"Urp!"
As the filling stopped the princess (still passed out) let a tiny burp escape her.

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Sonic looked at the mere crumbs left on his plate as he scratched his head dumbfoundedly.

'Okay, wow.'
He eyed his pantry again.

'Nope, nope!'
He stood up, making a break for his room.

'I can't plow through all our food in one night!"
He told himself sternly.

Sally would spend the next few hours struggling to breathe in her sleep, hiccuping constantly as she digested thousands of thousands of calories.

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Sally yawned, struggling to come to. As she grew conscious enough, she was immediately frustrated with herself for passing out in the middle of the day. It had been around one thirty in the afternoon when she checked her TV, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she read

"Five thirty four?"
She groaned. She never took naps, especially not ones that ate up four hours of her day.

She strolled into her connected bathroom, hoping to see if her food baby had dissipated. Her middle had seemed to have deflated back down all the way, well… almost all the way. Her tummy still poked out a little bit above the crotch, puffed out past her abdominal wall slightly.
She poked her middle expecting some resistance as her stomach apparently still has some food in there.

'…'

'..?'

She cocked an eyebrow. Her finger sunk ever so slightly into a thin, creamy lining before being stubbed by her rock solid abdominal muscles. She uncomfortably jammed her finger into her midriff another few times in disbelief. She brought her hands to her sides, pinching and pulling tiny bits of padding that weren't there this morning… they didn't pool overtop her hip bones or anything, they definitely weren't love handles but they also weren't quite the same inward curves she was accustomed to. In a silent panic she began frantically prodding around her own body. The same thin layer on her midriff also guarded her thighs as she poked the ridiculously well maintained muscles in her legs. The thin rectangular shape of her jagged thighs, solidified from years of constant training and fighting were now surrounded and filled ever so slightly to soften the edges and give them a far more feminine appearance.

She looked back up at her mirror in a state of shock, it was already hard to see due to her thin fur coat but the princess's self conscious eyes could tell the muscle definition on her abs were now lost to the eye completely. It was a similar story for her back and butt. Her butt, of course with the constant punishment she put on her glutes had seen the most significant (though still minor) amount of bloating. The inward dent on each muscular and flat cheek was filled in. Her derriere looked a little more rounded and pronounced now, with the athletic upward curve from her thigh to under-butt still holding its form. Her absurdly prominent thigh gap was beginning to close as well. The only solace being that her breasts had filled out. They had sharpened, going from tiny and almost angular bumps to rounded, soft boobs as they upgraded from an a-cup to a b.

A powerful burn flushed in her cheeks as she also felt sizzles in the back of her throat.

".......must be bloating."
She rationalized.