Tails tensed up. His eyes darted around the room. Where did that cracking noise come from? It sounded close, way too close. He didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe. The noise coming from his TV seemingly faded into the background, replaced by the hammering of his heart.
Another loud crack. Right below him. The armchair? He looked down, multiple chins and neck fat bunching up, and gasped. Plain as day, his belly was growing before his very eyes! Inch by gradual inch, it expanded in every direction, engulfing his legs, squeezing up against the armrests.
Speaking of which, Tails suddenly realized the armchair was squeezing his sides more than he remembered, and was getting worse by the second. But he couldn't bring himself to move. He could only gape at his expanding body.
Not to be outdone by his gut, Tails' flabby pecs had joined in on the growth. As had his arms, butt, hips, thighs... Everything from the waist down. Everything from the waist up, too; a building resistance in his neck was making it increasingly difficult to keep his head tilted downward. Even his face felt like it was puffing up, judging by the increasing weight on his cheeks and jaw.
Two more cracks rang out. Despite gravity's increasingly heavy pull, his eyeline inched upward the slightest bit. In his hyperaware state, he noticed a tugging sensation coming from his tail bones.
Then came yet another crack. Tails' entire body shook, jiggled. Another. He felt everything expand outward in one last push. Another crack, and his world abruptly shifted.
It took a moment to realize he was staring up at the ceiling. Why? Wasn't he sitting in his armchair just now?
Oh yeah. It just broke, didn't it?
Nothing hurt. Thanks to his back fat and bubble butt, no doubt.
Tails stared blankly at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with his... Well, his breathing couldn't exactly be considered "light." Nothing about him could. His own weight seemed to be pressing him down, as though trying to flatten the remains of the armchair beneath him.
Simply sitting up was out of the question. Instead, Tails tried rocking back and forth. It took several minutes before he could get enough momentum to prop himself up on his side. He panted, brow dripping with sweat.
A few minutes' rest later, he inhaled deeply and pushed against the ground. Just had to raise himself enough to plant a foot on the ground and... There! Now for the other one.
Tails didn't dare release his breath; relaxing even the tiniest bit could render his efforts useless. So he held fast and pulled his other foot into the same position. For some reason, he couldn't help but make note of how his meaty legs pressed into his underbelly. He smiled.
"Focus," he grunted through clenched teeth.
With a massive effort, he put all the strength he could into his limbs and pushed. Miraculously, he didn't immediately give out. Even more miraculously, he successfully shifted to a squatting position, his legs straining under all the weight. One more grunt, and he was standing upright.
Exhaling in relief, Tails fanned himself. The weight still pulled down on him, but it didn't bother him. In fact, it felt satisfying, in a way.
He shook his head. "None of this makes any sense," he said between breaths.
His gut demanded attention. The impressive sphere of flesh was decorated with new love handles, and hung partway down his tree trunk thighs. His hips and butt were no slouches either, the former wider than any female's while the latter qualified as its own pair of pillows. And his moobs! They were huge! Possibly as large as Rouge's breasts, maybe even larger! A quick feel test confirmed everything from the neck up grew nicely as well. That third chin was nearly already there. He glanced behind him--which proved a bit difficult with the new neck fat--to find even his tails had grown in the process. Strange, but at least they'd be in proportion with the rest of him. They even felt stronger, somehow.
Looking down at the remains of his armchair, he felt the strangest mix of worry and pride. Worry, because he'd spontaneously jumped up several pounds within mere minutes. Not to mention destroyed a perfectly good (if old) chair. And yet, he couldn't help but be proud of it, like he'd accomplished something. Like he was finally fat and heavy enough to destroy anything incapable of handling him.
Tails frowned. "Since when have I wanted to do anything like that?"
But he did want to, didn't he?
He groaned. Again with these conflicting thoughts. "How did this even happen, anyway?"
How indeed. Even that much pizza shouldn't have been nearly enough to--
Wait.
"I had these made special for you."
Was that it? Was this his admirer's doing? Did they put in some kind of hyper-fattening substance? Did such a thing even exist?
Maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe he'd gotten this fat naturally and he was only just realizing it.
Tails shook his head. "No, I definitely saw myself grow. Heck, I felt it!" He groaned, scratching the back of his head. "So what am I going to do about it?"
His stomach growled. He stared down at it, bewildered. Seriously? Well, getting off the floor did take quite a bit of effort. Just a little snack should suffice.
Upon waddling over to the pantry--and struggling a bit to adapt to his new heft--he grabbed a party size bag of nacho-flavored chips when he paused to look at his fingers. They'd gotten even thicker now, if only by a little bit. The day he invented that fat-friendly table might need to come sooner rather than later.
"I can at least get started on the brainstorming tonight," he muttered as he reached for a pack of triple chocolate cookies.
His mind made up, he started to waddle off to his work desk... Only to come right back and grab another bag of chips. Something told him he'd need the extra fuel.
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1. Growing Suspicions: Something's definitely up here. But what can Tails do about it? The mysterious admirer seems to be related; why not start by trying to find a way to contact them?
2. Growing Acceptance: Despite everything, Tails can't help but enjoy what's happening to him. Every bite of food he takes, every pound of fat he gains just feels right and gives him more confidence in pursuing this lifestyle.
3. Growing Cycle: Tails awakens the next morning to find himself back to his original size, with yesterday's events feeling like some weird dream. However, he quickly finds he's gained quite the ravenous appetite, and with each bite he takes...
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