FATTYTOBER: DAY 4 - Where did it go?

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Sometime later

“Where did it go?!” says Amy, as she looks around a small hole in one of her walls.

To explain this, we must go a few minutes back in the past. With Amy walking around in circles in her room, thinking about what had been happening to her the past few weeks.

She had always had amazing control over her actions, or at least, she had gotten better over the years, from being able to stop herself from chasing Sonic all the time to handling her priorities better when it came to saving the world from Eggman.

And of course, she had good control over what she ate, especially the quantity. Before that damn flyer got into her life, she would always eat what she needed to eat to keep her fit figure in check.

Never eating something with a calorie count high enough for it to affect her.

But now?

She ate in such quantities that one might think she had a whole family inside her house. Some days it was just one payment for the day; other days it was two or three, and most of the time it was five of them in one day.

Which wouldn’t be so bad if she had done any exercise, which she had not.

Every day after a big feast she would tell herself, “Today I finally lower the scale number,” and she would always get in her sports gear, stretch a bit, and hear her belly grumble and order whatever food she wanted.

And while it still hadn't drastically changed her weight, she had started to feel and see the changes. Her face felt a bit softer, her dress was a bit tighter, her legs were a bit pudgy, and her fingers had grown large enough for her wedding ring to not fit anymore.

It was one of her most valued treasures, and now she couldn’t wear it.

She had stopped her walk and started to look at it, remembering her wedding day and how perfect it was. Sonic, her friends, and everything else was perfect, including that cake, that beautiful, tasty cake.

“You should make another one just for yourself.”

“Huh?” And as Amy lost her concentration thanks to that weird voice in her head, the ring in her fingers slipped from them and bounced on the ground, going under a small table.

“Oh, fantastic.” Amy moved the desk out of her way to discover a—

“A hole on the wall?!” She examines it and notices that it has a familiar shape.

“Sonic! Were you spindashing again in the house?!” She asked for a nonexistent guilty boyfriend. Though, it wasn’t much of a question since Amy knew perfectly that her husband, in fact, had made a hole in the wall. One that her ring definitely went through. Which takes us back to the present.

“There it is.” She has finally found the ring. It had fortunately not gone that far, and it was in Armas's reach. She grabs it and tries to get out from the hole. But something weird happens; she can't do it.

She makes more attempts at leaving the hole, but she would always bump into something on the way out. She wasn’t sure what until she looked down. Her belly was getting stopped by the hole while she tried to go back.

With shame and embarrassment, Amy sucks her gut in and finally gets out of that unexpected trap. As she cleans herself, she looks back to the ring and then to the whole. If this wasn’t a call for her to do something about her weight, then I didn’t know what it could be.

“That’s it! I’m going to the park and working this fat off, Tomo…. When I feel like it, it’s a promise!”

And as Amy walked out from her room and into the kitchen for some food, that same voice that had stolen her concentration came back, weirding out the poor hedgehog.

“Good idea, Amy; time to show off your gains.”

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TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW IN “PARK”