Amy Rose’s Massive Hooters

In a room, a pink hedgehog murmured to herself, eyeing the outfit she had to try on with a sigh. “Stupid SEGA and their promotions... Just when Rouge goes sick...”

 

The hedgehog, simply put, was a very massive girl. The dress she wore was growing tighter and tighter by the day, even though it was brought a week ago. Her belly stuck out eight inches in front of her, dividing into two main rolls, causing her to look more like a blimp than the petite hedgehog she used to be. Her breasts were the size of basketballs, heaving up and down on her colossal stomach as she took deep breaths to steady herself. Her ass and thighs were round and smooth, thicker than tree trunks, soft and malleable to the touch. Her arms weren’t as thick, but they still had a sizeable amount of fat on them. Her face was sporting a double chin and large chubby cheeks, and she could swear that they were getting bigger by the day.

 

This, of course, was due to the eating habits of her crush rubbing off on her; Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.

 

To keep things short, Amy loved Sonic. A lot. This meant spending a lot of time with him, and his eating habits were akin to a hog. Amy thought to herself that if she matched him, he would view her as a lover and like her back... Or some strange logic like that. Common sense was thrown out the window when it came to her and Sonic the Hedgehog. Sonic, needing a lot of energy to run quickly, ate like a pig.

 

Amy, not being able to run as fast, ballooned up to giant sizes. This caused a lot of problems (though, she did have to admit she liked it), which ultimately led to this mishap.

 

A company she worked for, SEGA, was having a promotion with Hooters, which was a “breasturant”. The waiters all had to show their bust out with no shame, and one of Amy’s friends, Rouge, worked for them. She was relatively skinny, as is needed for a bat. Rouge had called in sick, so SEGA called in for the fat hedgehog to take her place. She had accepted at first, doing it, as a favour for Rouge, but seeing the outfit now was almost insulting. Picking up the shorts, Amy sided, stretching it out to see if it fit.

 

“Look at this! It can’t even fit my leg, and it’s an XL!”

 

Slowly, but surely, Amy bent over to attempt to put on the shorts. Her belly blocked the view of her legs, causing her to huff in annoyance as it grumbled in protest to the physical activity. “Shut up! We’ll get some food after...” Blushing from the exhertion, the pink hedgehog finally got the pants on, slowly dragging them up until they met her waistline. Sighing, she lazily rubbed her belly with her fat fingers, before looking in the mirror to see how she looked. She turned around, viewing her gargantuan ass as it threatened to tear the pants if she so much as ate another hotdog. (“I’m really hungry... I’ll eat two later,” Amy muttered to herself.)

 

Facing the mirror again, she inspected her chunky form, rubbing and playing with her belly as she watched it in the mirror. “Gosh, did I really get this fat in such little time? What would Sonic think?” Grabbing the front of her belly, she lifted it up, before letting it crash down. It rhythmically jiggled for a few moments, mesmerising Amy with how soft it looked. As it began to settle down, gurgling in hunger, she sighed, before grabbing the next article of clothing; the shirt.

 

Amy lifted up the shirt over her head, her forearms jiggling as she did so, barely getting it over her neck before it began to get tight. “Oh, come on...!” Huffing and puffing from the arduous task, Amy kept on trying, her massive breasts wobbling about as the shirt tried to contain them. The shirt had brushed her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. Amy was blushing heavily, though whether out of exhortion or excitement, she wouldn’t tell you. Sucking in her fat butterball of a tummy, the shirt went slowly down her belly, getting past the first roll with a creak. “They don’t mind midriffs, do they? Maybe... Maybe muffin tops?” Amy was babbling to herself at that point, wanting nothing more than to eat something at that moment so her belly could get rounder and larger. She kept yanking the shirt down, almost getting it down the second roll, stiffening in excitement—!

 

RIP!

 

The shirt had fought and lost a battle with her massive form. There was a massive tear down the front, causing her cleavage to become enough to even make Rouge blush. Amy was slackjawed, a small trail of drooled rolling down her mouth as she admired her large, smooth belly, which seemed to be just as excited as her, practically BEGGING for some food—

 

“No! I’m... I’m gonna do my job and make some money, then I can have something to eat. Only for Rouge.”

 

As she hummed and walked out the doorway, her plump asscheeks wobbling with every step, she looked into the crowd, with everyone talking with their friends, or leering at the waitresses. Everyone looked in her direction, every male captivated by her round, sexy form. She smiled and took one step forward, every part of her body jiggling with increased fervour as she swayed her incredibly wide hips, moving towards the customers with a welcoming greeting. She then looked to the side, seeing one certain individual who caught her eye...

 

The moment she saw a carefree, happy blue hedgehog with red shoes looking in her direction with a bright smile was when she decided to work there for good.