Tails slumped into the loveseat. His chest lightly dusted in a sheet of powdered sugar and crumbs like a glutton's afterglow. He patted his flabby moobs clear -- clear as he could get it at least -- then looked into the camera. A lazy smile on his lips.
"That hit the spot," Tails said. His paws glided over the expanse of himself. A rumble -- Tails held his fist to his lips and stifled a belch.
Tails took the camera in his podgy paws and said his usual goodbyes. Beep. Tails shut the digital viewfinder on the camera.
This isn't normal, the nag in his brain chided. None of this was normal. Two days ago he was with...
Tails squinched his brow. Who was he with? Tails bounced the camera between his paws.
It would come to him later, he was sure of it.
The fox hoisted himself out of the couch. Waves of cascading flab spilled forward past his knees, threatening to drag him to the floor, but his sturdy lower back fought for balance. Three...two...oof.
Tail's boulder belly wobbled as he righted himself. He labored for breath as he let the thousands of calories take hold in his gut. Once he was certain nothing was coming back up, he took an empty donut box and deposited the camera inside. To the front porch, it went.
Tails looked side to side for any signs of voyeurs -- still hoping he might see his mysterious admirer. But all was silent. Nothing stirred among the sparse trees across from his house. His nearest neighbor was a good half-mile down the spiraling hillside road. Ever silent in the morning haze.
Unsure what he expected, the fox shut the door. A slight pang of disappointment curdled in his gut. Nothing a glass of milk wouldn't cure.
Tails gulped his milk as he took the television remote from his kitchen counter. The paint on the power button long since rubbed off. He set the audio to his house speakers and let the Mobius Morning Minute play softly in the background.
"Come on Miles, figure this out," he mumbled as he attempted to fold his arms. Perhaps a bit of routine would assuage his anxieties. Tails scritched his undermoob then toddled off to his bathroom.
The showerhead hissed. Steam billowed from the walk-in shower. Water splashed down his hills and folds. He unhooked the showerhead from its perch and held it beneath his belly. Moaning as the tender hidden folds were rinsed out with water.
A loofa on a stick, simple tool as it was, helped him reach every corner of his obese body. Tails started with the hardest parts: his feet. It felt like only a few days ago he could see them, but now he blindly groped for them. Adjusting his gut with his free hand to gain better purchase on his knees.
Tails knew it was only a matter of inches before he'd never again reach his feet on his own. The fox already traded his once trusty sneakers for sandals -- tying the laces was impossible without assistance. The thought should have worried him. It should have, at the very least, scared the half-hearted idea of a diet into the wrinkles of his brain.
Perhaps even more worrisome was the giddiness he felt at such a prospect. He was on the cusp of a milestone. How much heavier until immobility?
But he lived alone. He was already getting too big for one fox to handle. Maybe too big for two foxes. Tails ears fell. Finally, that nagging voice made a point he couldn't refute.
Tails scoffed. Since when was he a quitter? He just had to figure a way out around this problem. He scratched his chin, the water and steam brought clarity like never before.
Duh, he was an inventor! He could build anything to cover his 'blind spots.' Tails smirked.
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Tails waddled to his workshop a little faster than usual. His ceullite laden thighs jiggled wildly as he pulled up a reinforced office chair. The steel frame moaned beneath his weight as he pulled up to his desk.
The fat fox cobbled together pencils and papers. Schematics took shape in his mind's eye. Before graphite touched paper, Tails saw it on the wall.
A framed photo from years ago. He saw himself, a portly child. His brain protested -- he was never that big, not once in his life. But that nagging voice could not pull him from the other fact about the picture.
For the young fox in the picture was seated in Doctor Ivo Robotnik's lap.
Tail's winced. A lifetime of memories came rushing back.
His parents were gone, the others didn't understand him. They pushed him away. This strange fox with two tails. Too smart for his own good. But Sonic was supposed to find him. Not Robotnik...
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The Protege: As his memories return, Tails remembers quickly taking after the evil doctor. With their combined brain power, they perfected the Death Egg and defeated Sonic. Mobius was theirs. Or...
The Moral Compass: Tails turned the doctor from his evil path. Instead of dominating the world they chose to use their inventions to better the world. However Sonic never quite learned to trust this 'new' Eggman...
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