"I don't want snacks. I want a meal." Tails says, as he walks toward the fast food place.
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Inside, the two walk up to the register, which is manned by a friendly yet ditzy looking male dog.
"Hello, there. Uhm..." Tails starts. He turns to Amy. "What do you want, Amy?" he asks.
"I'll have a burger. Just get a large box of fries and we can share them." Amy says.
Tails turns back to the dog. "Two burgers and the largest fry you have." Tails says.
"Uhm...we really try to make them all the same size. I don't think we have any that are large." the dog replies.
Tails facefaults. "Uhm, I meant the biggest box of fries."
The dog laughs. "Why didn't you say so." he says. With that, the dog brings up the their orders. "There you go. Two bugers and a large box of fries." He says, putting emphasis on the word 'box'.
Tails takes the food and grabs the box of fries. As they exit, he and Amy start eating the fries.
"Hey, these things aren't salted." Tails says. Amy reaches into the bag the food was in, and pulls out a few unlabeled packages that look like salt packages. She takes the fries and pours the 'salt' on the fries. "There." Amy says. They eat some more, then Tails speaks up.
"This salt tastes a little different that normal salt." Tails comments.
Amy shurgs. "Must be seasoned or something."
Meanwhile, the dog from the fast food place is looking through his pockets. "Hum...that's funny. I knew I had that prank salt stuff around here somewhere." he says. Then, he notices a few normal looking salt packages on the counter.
"...oh crap." he says. "We are so getting sued."
Meanwhile, Amy and Tails had finished eating their meal, and look somewhat bloated. Amy looks at herself and then at Tails. "Uhm, Tails. Is it just me, or are we getting, uhm, fatter." Amy asks.
Tails chuckled. "Fast food kind of does that to you." he says.
Amy shakes her head. "But all we ate was a big box of fries and a burger."
Tails blinks. "Hold on, how fat are you talking about?"
Amy points at their refections in a window. Their bellies seem to stick out about six inches. They are also stedily getting bigger. "Ok, now that is odd. Maybe the went through the deep fryer more than once?"
Amy shakes her head. "I don't think we're getting fatter. I think we're inflating." She says. At this moment, they are around one foot wide.
Tails pushes on his expanding body a bit. "Hum, now that you mention it, I don't really feel blubbery." Tails says.
"What are we going to do? What if this doesn't stop? We could..." Amy gulps. "...pop."
Tails just hugs Amy, at least he tries to, but he has trouble getting around his and Amy's body. By now, they are around one and a half feet wide. "I don't think that would happen. I mean, this can't last too much longer, right." As Tails says this...
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