FATTYTOBER: DAY 3 - FUN

(Featuring Amy Rose!)

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Sometime later

“Alright, let’s see what I got,” says the pink hedgehog as she looked around her mail. She wasn’t expecting much, just the usual stuff like mail from friends from other cities, fan letters, and junk mail like another flyer from that pizza place.

“They really are desperate to gather any attention. I hope my orders have changed something for them.”

Grooowl

“Ugh, it definitely did to me,” she says, while looking down, poking at her pudgy belly, which was now a few centimeters larger and wider than the day she had made three orders in one day. Thankfully, and unlike the first time she had made an order, that had not started a domino effect that pushed her to make that type of order again.

“I want to help them, but I’m not going to put my finger in any more danger.”

And right as she says that, she hears something fall from her hands and onto the ground. It was the magazine she had been subscribed to for quite some time. It was about tips on how to stay fit and interviews with models and sports stars about their daily routines.

Just when she picks it up, she notices something odd about it.

"Wait a minute." Her eyes widen as she gapes at the cover in disbelief.

"What the—?! ‘The BBW Life’?!"

Amy doesn’t take long to figure out she must have received someone else’s order by mistake. She looks at the cover of the magazine. Indeed, this was far from being about how to stay fit and in good shape; in fact, it’s the complete opposite. Not only was the title its counterpart, but the headlines were too.

“Why do men secretly prefer women over a weight of 3 digits?! Messy eating and its benefits?! The best perfect massages to give to your partner or yourself?! Interview with an ex-fashion model?!”

That last one was the main article of the magazine, accompanied by the picture of a bunny so large she basically took almost all the center of the cover. Amy's embarrassment was made worse by the fact that the model was only wearing underwear that barely fit her.

“I—I—I should put this back and call the postal office to tell them there was a mistake.” Amy was about to put the magazine back in her mailbox when, once more, something in her head pushed her to do something unexpected and stop.

She looks at the magazine once more and then puts it in the pocket of the jeans she's wearing, going back to what she was doing.

Hours pass, and we find Amy tucked in her king-sized bed looking at the magazine that rested at her side on top of the night table.

She had been fighting the idea of reading it, fearing what she might do to herself and her unstable mind. But her desire to know what could possibly be inside such a magazine overpowered her will to control herself.

And thus, she slowly reaches for the magazine, picks it up, and starts to read the article that had called her attention the most.

“Hey ladies, we have received letters and emails from starting gainers that they aren’t sure how to please themselves or their partners with their small bellies. Well, worry no more, for we have for you the best massages you can give to yourself or that special person beside you. First we have…”

While Amy read the article, she would try to imitate and follow the guiding instructions and pictures in the magazine. At first she wasn’t sure why she was doing it, but the more she played with her fat, the more a feeling she knew very well grew in her heart.

“Wow, this is… funnier than I expected.” Had she had a mirror closed? Amy would have been surprised by the smile she had on her face the more time she spent playing with her little fat.

And as she was about to be over, she read the final line of the article.

“Now I know that some of you might be disappointed that we didn’t cover larger sizes, but don’t worry; in the following months we will be bringing to you more ways to play with your growing figure!”

“Great, can’t wait to try—” Amy quickly shut her mouth with her hand and tossed the magazine to the side. She couldn’t believe what she had been about to say. It just wasn’t right.

She turned off the light of the room and tried to forget about it. And while she tried to sleep, she could swear that a voice in her head, one that had been quiet for a very long time but now was oddly louder, told her, maybe even shouted at her, that.

“If it was fun now, imagine if you were as big as that rabbit.”

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TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW IN “Where did it go”