Chilihogs Part 1/2

Tags: Sonic the Hedgehog, weight gain, liquid inflation (small and separate to the weight gain), messy eating 

Different than my normal stable of characters. Sorry if this isn't everyone's taste, but take it as a sign that I'm pretty much willing to take comms on any characters!

--- Amy’s Investor---

Amy shuffled around the little chili dog stand, trying to make everything perfect. Pots of bubbling chili belched steam behind her and many rows of hotdogs turned in a broiler. The pink hedgehog stuck her finger into the chili, tasting it. She frowned as she thought, wondering if the balance of taste was good enough. After a dash of pepper, she decided that it was. Quickly after, she fussed over the broiler. Her eyes scanned the rotating dogs, looking to see if they had been cooked adequately. She was relieved to find that they had, almost in spite of the condition that the machinery was in. Though functional where it mattered, it was hard to say that Amy’s kitchen was state of the art. Already, she had pledged to put her first paychecks towards better equipment. . .assuming she made any real money. 

“Hoo-kay. . .here we go.” The pink Mobian rocked on her heels, trying to quell the nervousness in her stomach. Her hands reached for the sliding shutter on her foodstall. The lunch hour was hitting and soon hungry humans and Mobians would be entering the square. Amy knew she had little chance against the established businesses. It would only be a matter of her customers having specific cravings and a desire for quickly served food. “You can do this. Every day is another day closer to impressing Sonic.” Reminding herself of her mission and ultimate goal Amy was able to draw strength.  She threw up the shutters and put on her most inviting smile. The shop was officially open for business. 

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Several hours in and Amy was beginning to get nervous. She knew that business might be slow for her first day open, but she had not been expecting it to be totally dead. Her smile and confidence had faded as the lunch hour ticked by. People walked by her small stand, turning their nose up at the very idea of a chilidog. Amy tried to call out, knowing that a street vendor lived and died on the ability to hock their wares and food. Her calls of delicious food were only met with people turning their noses up and walking by at an even quicker pace. Finally, beginning to give up entirely, she was reduced to glumly eating one of her prepared dogs. 

She bit into the meat, finding it tender. The chili seemed flavorful but not too spicy. Amy chewed thoughtfully, eating the mess of meat and buns. As she ate, she turned her back to the street and studied the inside of her shop, trying to detect anything that might be wrong or off putting. Though the machines were old and paint was flaking off of the walls, Amy couldn’t see anything that would be too terribly off putting. The pink hedgehog continued to inspect her food stand, making minor adjustments such as whisking away some of the cobwebs left by the original owner. She munched on food between her chores, working until she heard someone clear their throat.

“Helloooo! Welcome to Dogs on Main!” Amy whirled around, swallowing the rest of the chilidog she had been working on in one gulp. Her excitement at having a customer only grew as she saw that the woman was rather portly. She stood with her belly flopping onto the counter, pushing away the array of salt and pepper shakers. The only thing which prevented the vast belly from conquering the entire counter was the black leather wrapped around it. Amy’s eyes swung up from the dangling sack of blubber only to be caught in the further bounces of the woman’s breasts. They moved like her belly, though with more freedom. The leather bodysuit which the woman wore hardly restrained the gigantic melons, the cups only there to provide the barest sense of modesty. The creamy tan fat of the customer’s breasts billowed around the sharp points of her chest cups. Amy felt her jaw loosening as the breast swayed back and forth. Her efforts to look elsewhere only led to the discovery that the woman’s entire body was composed of wonderfully shaped deposits of blubber.   

“Ahem. . .” The woman cleared her throat once more, sending a thick ripple down her body. The wave started in her chins and grew as it passed through the breasts and gut. It reached her voluminous butt, which was visible even past her wide stomach, and was sent rocketing back upwards. Amy followed the hearty movement, finally able to stare the other woman in the face. In a haze of memory, the pinkette realized who she was speaking to. 

“Rouge!” Amy said incredulously. If her jaw had been loosened early, collision of memory and reality broke it free entirely. Never in her young life would Amy have imagined the curveacious, chesty bat weighing 500 pounds. Yet Rouge was every bit of that. Seemingly, by even visiting Amy’s chilidog stand, she was angling to weigh even more. “It’s so round. . .I mean. . .nice!” Amy slid over her words like Rouge’s gut slid over the counter. “Nice to see you, I mean.” She finally spit the words out. 

Rouge rolled her eyes, drumming out a little beat on the table. “Just say I’ve gotten fat, Amy. There’s no need for pretending.” She reached forward and patted the pink woman’s face. “It might have even been a bit. . .intentional.” She winked. 

“Wuh-why?” Amy couldn’t fathom a reality where a woman with Rouge’s curves would want to cart around any extra weight. “You were so. . .well. . .hot.” It felt wrong to be so blunt and forward, but Amy followed Rouge’s lead. 

“Let’s just say business. . .” Rouge pulled on her leather bodysuit, hefting her enormous gut before letting it drop. The belly splashed across the counter, bending the wood. “. . .has been very. . .very good!” Rouge smiled, thrusting her round arms underneath her heaving breasts. “Can’t really complain when Knuckles likes it so much.” She grinned, chins squahsing together. 

“Ah. . .I uh. . .see.” Amy nodded, more than a little jealous. “Well, could I get some food?”

“Oh that would be fantastic!” Rouge clapped her hands together. The energy behind the movement showed that her weight gain might have been less accidental than she led on. Her eyes shined just as the corners of her mouth did with a bit of drool. With speed matching her blue love interest, Amy whipped up a pair of fat chilidogs. Rouge slurped and gobbled them down, not afraid to eat the messy treats in an equally messy manner. Food splattered across the counter, even landing on Amy. Ready for the money that was to come, and hoping for further monetary blessings, the hedgehog wiped up the mess quickly. Rouge tucked the final half of her last dog into her mouth with ease. She swallowed with such gusto that her stomach ballooned outward for a moment. 

“BBBBBBLLLUUUURRUUP! My compliments to the chef.” Rouge winked. 

“Thanks! Maybe another for the road?” Amy pressed her luck. 

“Certainly!” Rouge clapped a hand on her voluminous belly. “We might also talk about some investment opportunities.” Rouge winked. “Never let a chance for growth pass by. I’d be happy to lend my services. . .for a cut of the proceeds,” She reached her fat arms out for the other chilidogs. “And product!” 

--- Tremendous Taste Testing ---

Making Rouge a business partner in the venture was a no-brainer for Amy. By the end of the bat’s fourth round of chilidogs she had drawn up a contract. With meat and onion splattered hands Rouge had looked it over, redrafting things where she saw fit. The deal could not totally have been called fair, Rouge had retained everybit of her treasure hunting cunning, but Amy was quick to agree anyway. The offer for new equipment, uniforms, and even a full sized restaurant was too good to pass up. 60% of profits and free chilidogs for life was a small thing to part with in the grand scheme of things. Thus, Dogs on Main was closed and Chilihogs was born. Amy and the rotundified Rouge worked together to create the building as well as an expanded menu. All that was left was some taste testing. Thankfully, Rouge had lined up the perfect panel of women.

“Alright, ladies, thank you for. . .mmmgghph. . .joinings us!” Rouge waddled her way across the rows of chairs. She wore a pair of oversized (though undersized on her) sweatpants and a matching cropped sweater. Her soft, lightly furred belly bounced over her waistband. Rouge waddled ponderously, seeming to move horizontally as much as she did forward. The renovations had cost her several thousand dollars, but she had more than made up the money through an endless stream of chilidogs. Her already bountiful weight had been increased by at least a hundred pounds. Her flabby face was starting to sink into her shoulders, pillowed by a neck that was rounding into a series of rolls. She held a platter of classic recipe chilidogs in one hand, feeding them into her mouth with the other. A bib with Amy’s new logo and restaurant name was tucked into her generous cleavage. “We here. . .mmmgghph. . .at. . .mmmgghph. . .Chhilihogs would like to. . .bbbluuuurrup. . .thank you!” Rouge grabbed two dogs and shoved them into her mouth. She nodded for Amy to continue. 

“We are in the process of revamping our menu and would like some extra opinions!” Amy jumped forward, her belly bouncing along energetically. The work on the menu had been as excruciating to her waistline as it had been to Rouge’s. Amy could only distantly remember a time when she had been able to see her feet. Though the numbers on the scale were hidden, Amy had a sneaking suspicion that her weight was hovering around the high 200’s. By the time the restaurant opened, she may have even reached 300. At the very least, she had others to gain some of the weight now. Amy looked down the row of assembled Mobians, hoping that each would gain weight destined for her hips. . .allowing her to get money with little extra issues. “There are no wrong answers, we just want your honest feedback.” Amy felt her hips shake as she stopped and bowed to her participants. “We will be bringing the chilidogs to your tables soon!”

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Rouge and Amy’s first stop on the culinary testing was Vanilla. The motherly rabbit sat politely at her table, hands folded in her lap. Her dress covered the seat, hiding the very adult curves underneath. The older woman smiled gently as she saw the tray of food and the hefty bat which held it. If she had any judgements on the state of Amy and Rouge’s body, there was no indication given. Rather, she fluffed her small shock of brown hair and made sure her ears were pointing upwards nicely. Amy and Rouge both fought to keep from swooming. It was hard to handle the sort of mom energy that Vanilla exuded. All at once the younger women wanted to apologize for everything they had done wrong in their lives, ask for baked goods, and call their own mother’s. It was the mark of genuine motherhood, one of the demographics that the pair were most interested in capturing. If a place had a mother’s approval, surely the entire family would follow.

“For the discerning family woman,” Rouge slid the platter of food off of her plump hand. It skittered effortlessly across the table. Atop the silver platter was a pyramid of mini-chilidogs.  “For the woman of discerning taste, who still wants to watch her waist.” Rouge winked, her stomach bobbing on the table as she spoke. “We have a selection of miniature dogs. Lower in calories, but not low in taste!” Proud of herself, Rouge crossed her arms under her immense chest. Her bust swelled with the support of her hefty arms, coming up to kiss the lowest hanging chin. 

“Rouge, we can’t advertise the calories. We haven’t-” Amy tried to fix what her busty business had started. She was cut off by a big arm pulling her into a wall of cleavage. Amy’s hips hit the table and pushed the plate of small chilidogs closer to the waiting mother of one. 

“Oh my!” Vanilla politely ignored the squabbling owners, enchanted by the small morsels of food hovering just over her lap. “These do certainly seem delectable.” She reached a hand down, plucking the top most chilidog up. It was hardly longer than a persons finger, but was laden with all manner of toppings. Vanilla at the small chilidog in one gulp, munching as she thought it over. “Well, I think that’s pretty good.” She cheerily took another. “You know, I’m not usually one for fast food, but I could see myself enjoying these.” Another couple of the dogs disappeared into Vanilla’s mouth. Rouge and Amy smiled, seeing no signs of the motherly rabbit stopping. 

It did not take long for Vanilla to become a whirlwind of activity. Her arms shot out towards the chilidogs, sucking them into her open maw. “Mmmmgghph. . .mmmgghph. . .thisscch. . .too good. . .BBBBLOOOORRRUUP. . .honeschtly. . .girlssccch. . .mmmggphp. . .” The chair was sent clattering backwards as Vanilla powered her way through the pyramid of meat, onions, chili, and buns. Amy and Rouge’s smiles faded into nervous glances, wondering about the monster they had seemingly created. Vanilla bore down on the quickly shrinking stack of food, stuffing the soggy buns into her mouth. “OOOOOOH. . ..MMMGGHPH. . .MOMMA NEEDSSCCH. . .MOOOOOOOOORE!” Vanilla bellowed, her bloated belly shaking as she feasted. The floorboards underneath the mother creaked as she took on pounds of food at a time, her stomach bloating out and over the table. Rouge and Amy started to back away, but not before giving themselves a high rating on the menu item. 

“Ok. . .maybe we. . . investigate that one.” Rouge wheezed as she forced her flab into quick motion. Afraid that she might be next on the ravenous rabbit’s menu, she hustled her fat away from the table. Even as she waddled away, she could feel Vanilla’s binge continuing. The thumps on the table shook through Rouge’s fat, making it bounce extra. 

“Yeah. . .maybe we should call cream too. . .” Amy took a glance over her shoulder, seeing a formerly put together mother that had become a mess of chili and meat scraps. She slumped down in her seat, taut belly rising above her. At least for the moment, it looked like Vanilla could rest easily. 

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Hoping for a more reasonable second test, the two restaurant owners moved onto Blaze. The fire empowered, purple and white cat sat in the far corner of the restaurant. She had formerly been front and center, but had moved out of Vanilla’s splash zone. With the calls for more food and sounds of the rabbit eating in the background, Rouge and Amy approached the wary cat. Amy held the plate this time, wisely only selecting a single chilidog. She hoped that there would not be another incident. Especially considering the previous incident was currently rummaging around in their pantry for more food. 

“Heeeeey Blaze!” Amy moved the plate in a way that was supposed to be fun, but only highlighted her nervousness. “We thought you might represent our challenge eaters!” Amy hefted the chilidog up. There was a pulsing, greenish-yellow glow that came from the meal. The bun was black, the meat inside was deepfried, and the chili on top was purple. Besides being visible in complete darkness, the chilidog might have been radioactive enough to power a small city. “We wanted to create a spicey dog! You know how these food challenges are. . .” Amy put her elbow on the table, trying to act natural. Much like the distortion on the mini-dog calories, there was a similar distortion on the nuka-dog. Namely, it was debatable if it was even edible in the first place. “We figured you were the girl for any spicy challenges!”

Blaze poked the chilidog with her finger, grimacing. “Really? You think I would eat this?” the extra-dimensional princess scoffed. She turned her head back towards her friends, the white shock of hair between her ears bobbing in the air. 

 “Why?” Rouge butted her way in, a little more than literally. She thrust a hefty hip between Amy and table, pushing the plump hedgehog out of the way. Soon, the nuka-dog was framed by Rouge’s bountiful breasts. They fell onto the table, tipping the furniture back towards the 700 pound bat. Amy tried to push her way back into the conversation, but ended up sandwiched between jiggling asscheeks. “You scared?” Rouge asked, raising an eyebrow. “Too much heat for you?” 

“Can’t remember ever calling for help before.” Blaze, unwilling to be challenged, took the plate and pulled it back. With foolish courage overriding good sense, she picked up the radioactive, over-spiced chilidog and put it to her lips. She began to eat, taking large bites. She made sure that every bit of the dog made it into her mouth, allowing nothing to spill. Rouge and Amy leaned forward with interest, wondering if and when their friend might spontaneously combust. 

“Honescchtly. . .mmmgghph. . .isscch not too spicy.” Blaze said, halfway through her test dog. “Really. . .it might be. . .hard to even. . .call this a challenge. . .” The purple cat started to slow. Her eyes grew unfocused and hazy. Amy and Rouge leaned further forward, their fat spreading across the table. Blaze rocked in her chair, disassociating from her present conditions. A quarter of the nuka-dog was left, but it splattered to the floor as her hands lost grip. “Woah, that’s. . .HOT!” Blaze cried. She jumped up from the chair, holding her mouth with smoking hands. The chair was kicked away as she looked for any refreshment to ease the burning in her mouth. As she ran, Rouge and Amy waddled after to investigate the effects of the nuka-dog. Behind, left at the table, the remnants of  the nuka-dog gradually ate through the floor. 

“Blaze! Would you recommend the experience?” Amy called after her friend and test subject. The purple cat just moaned and ran for the kitchen. 

“Not hot enough, kitty?” Rouge indulged in a little taunting. She hiked her clothes up, waddling faster than she had in many days. 

Blaze ignored the other two and pushed a still feasting Vanilla out of the way as she entered the kitchen. She was drawn by the sound of dripping water rather than sight, her eyes blurred by tears. The purple cat fumbled through the kitchen, knocking pots and pans out of her way as she went. They clattered to the ground and were subsequently kicked out of the way by the over spiced cat. When Blaze finally found the sink, she turned the faucet on full blast and began to gulp the life sustaining water down. A torrent of water rushed down her throat, helping to quench the radioactive fire in her belly. Blaze shut her eyes, concentrating only on filling her stomach with enough water to dull the burning. Yet, as much as she drank, the spices never seemed to dull. Her belly bloated over the side of the sink, filling to the brim with sloshing liquid. 

“Blaze!” Amy called as she ran into the messy kitchen. She saw the cat at the far end, face clamped onto the nozzle. “Are you. . .ok?” She pushed her fingers together as she asked, trying to assuage her own guilty conscience. The most she got from the cat was a hurried thumbs up. The purple furred woman was far too concerned with quelling her upset stomach, even to the point where she ignored the effects of taking on so much water.

“You. . .uuuhm. . .might want to slow it down. . .just a bit.” Amy tried to be helpful. The sink, little more than a stainless steel tub wrapped around the faucet, was beginning to warp under the weight of the waterlogged cat. 

“Goodness! And I thought cats hate water.” Rouge’s refined, chipper voice floated over the deep gulps and popping of seams. “Does she think this is a water drinking contest?” Rouge’s smile widened at the same rate that Blaze’s body did, though one was going to expand far further than the other. With each chug of the faucet, Blaze was billowing outwards. Her body grew in rhythmic spurts as she took on more and more water. Her belly expanded in all directions, shredding through her outfit to give more room. Yet, she grew even beyond that. Her butt flowed outward, seemingly being used to store water. Whether through her extra-dimensional body or some sort of spell the cat had cast, Blaze’s entire body was being filling with water. 

“Oooohmmmph. . .oooh. . .that. . .heeeelpssccch. . .ssccchllluuuurrp. . .ooohmmph.” Blaze moaned, finally enjoying the relief she had sought. Her arms grew chunky with water just as her back and butt inflated towards the ceiling. She grew taller just as she did wider, her body stretching in all possible dimensions to accommodate her growth. The sink was bent and crushed under sloshing purple fur. Rouge, Amy, and Vanilla were forced to back out of the kitchen as Blaze started to reach the zenith of size and growth potential. 

GOOOOSSCCCH. THWUMP! The restaurant shook as the cat started to move again. GOOOSSCCCH. THWUMP! Before and after each foot fall came the sounds of a geyser. The door leading from the kitchen to the eating area was blown off of it’s hinges. A wall of water held back by only a thin bit of fur pushed through. Blaze grunted, shoving her now massive bulk through the enclosed space. Rouge and Amy backed up, fear written across their faces as the jiggling giant appeared in full. Blaze had expanded into a shape that lightly suggested an eggplant. She thudded forward, closer to 12 feet than to 10. GOOOOOSCCCH! WHUMPH! Her body bounced like jelly, even more animated than Rouge’s. She walked past the restaurant owners, bumping them with her bloated hips. “I’ll. . .be. . .billing you. . .for this.” She huffed before crashing through the too-small double door entrance. 

After the mess was cleaned up and contractors were contacted for the repairs, Amy and Rouge decided to invest in an R&D team for further menu items.