Tails leaned over his fake marble counter top. He shivered, then looked down. The apex of his gut bunched against the cool linoleum. An unrepentant reminder of meals rich with sugars and carbs and fats. Ones that long occupied his eating habits.
Wait, what eating habits? He shook the thoughts from his head and peered into his mirror. Bulbous flesh hung from his muzzle and met at his puffed cheeks. He poked a finger into the chin beneath his chin -- it sunk in a whole inch. Warmth filled his chest and his heart raced. Good progress, Tails thought, a third one is well on its way.
"No, no, no." Tails said.
His hand strayed down his face and stopped at his chest. Another proud development greeted him. Tender rolls of flesh that sagged beneath his armpits and dangled from his chest. He wondered how low they might sag without his rotund belly in the way. His palm grabbed a handful of his chest, and still handfuls remained. A fond memory weaseled into his mind. Pinching mere finger-fulls of chub back at his thinnest.
"Yesterday I was thinner than that." Tails protested.
It was yesterday, right?
A low rumble distracted him from his confusion. No sense in continuing his train of thought on an empty stomach. Images of left over foods and...
Three terse knocks at the door.
Tails waddled out of his room through the small apartment. A sense of excitement filled his head, unwarranted in his mind, yet all too present. His heart raced from all the emotional and physical exertion. He threw open the door: a small tower of pizza boxes greeted him there at the porch. On the top box lay a typed note and a video camera.
"Hope you're craving pizza, I had these made special for you. You looked great in your last video by the way, so much bigger than this time last year. Looks like I might need to send a new chair someday soon. I hope you enjoy today's gift -- don't forget to let me watch."
A winking face and a heart concluded the paper. His admirer never missed a day. So long as he never missed a day. He lifted the camera and pressed the power button. Best to get started, he always loved to impress.
---
"Ugh."
Tails stared at the ceiling and rubbed his stomach. A solid mass of pizza forced his tender belly-fat out an inch or so. He stifled a burp and closed his eyes. Yesterday, the day before, the week before. It played out much like this. Granted the arms on his chair never hugged him so tight before.
He stared at the camera and smiled. He never imagined landing such a great secret admirer. Perhaps someday they might meet. A gentle sigh deflated his chest some while he drummed his fingers on his belly.
"So, uh, hope you liked it. Bye."
He wriggled in his seat for a moment then squeezed out of his chair. He felt every jiggle and knew his admirer relished it. Tails lumbered over to the camera, his steps wide to prevent excess sloshing of his gut. He fumbled with the camera's touch screen controls. His thick digits proved too fat to operate it proper.
"Someday I'll invent a fat friendly tablet or something." Tails grunted. "There."
The camera turned off and so began the next part of the ritual.
He wrapped the camera in paper and set it inside an empty pizza box. Then opened the door and set it on his porch. Some nights he watched for his admirer to come pick it up, but only a confused pizza boy ever came by. Ever since then he just let the camera go on its way and he went on with the evening.
"Anything good on I wonder?"
He squeezed back into his arm chair and surfed through a few channels. Reality television show, crime procedural, same stories different book. He yawned a bit and gave his stomach a good pat. He wondered how he made so much room. Tails never paid it much mind, but this odd day left him concerned. The noise of the television lulled him into a thoughtful haze.
He shifted in his seat, when a sudden change occurred to him. Both his bare feet lay flat upon the carpeted floor. His feet never touched the floor in this seat.
"Why does everything feel so wrong today?" Said Tails. "I'm so...so huge!"
Because you eat so much, Tails thought.
"I could see my feet yesterday."
Just a dream perhaps?
"My legs aren't this long."
Late growth spurt?
A sudden sound dragged him from his thoughts...
***
choices:
1. The Terrorist: A special news bulletin: infamous terrorist "The Blue Blur" involved in another factory explosion. Sonic, a terrorist? That can't be right...
2. Secret Admirer: An unknown number sends a text message to Tails' phone -- "I can't stand it anymore, I'm dying to meet you. Can I pick you up at seven?" Can't refuse an offer like that.
3. New Chair Please?: Crack! Tails looks down just in time to see a peculiar phenomenon -- he's growing right before his eyes! He never would have noticed before, if not for his beleaguered armchair...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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