A Special Night (2012)




Knuckles looked concerned, but not exactly worried. Rouge noticed a slight blush on his face and took that as a cue to start up her machine. With the flick of a switch, the hose began pumping Rouge’s crystal pudding into Knuckles’ mouth, the echidna being forced to swallow every gulp.
Already, he began feeling heavier. His belly began filling up like a water balloon and spreading across his thickening thighs. His arms were growing so much flab that Rouge’s robot arms began relaxing, knowing that his arms would soon prove useless. Knuckles could feel himself being lifted by his growing rump. He began wriggling on it as it was swelling with fat, enjoying the feeling of his soft behind.
Soon enough, he was already as big as Rouge as he continued to fill up the bed. Rouge, however, kept on with Knuckles’ growing, becoming extremely love-struck at the scene. She dropped the remote and climbed on top to Knuckles’ swelling belly, both of the enjoying the softness of each other’s bodies. Rouge began snuggling his belly, loving the rhythmic growth that spread his body out even more. She grabbed his large love-handles and squeezed them lovingly, prompting a moan from Knuckles’ stuffed muzzle.
She rubbed her way up Knuckles’ body and came to eye level with him, twirling one chubby finger on Knuckles’ moob.
“You know, I always imagined fattening you up into my brand new bed with this whole contraption. These crystals just added to the fun, don’t you think? You wouldn’t have filled up nearly as quickly without them!”
Knuckles muffled lazily, his eyes half closed and his cheeks red. He was still completely taken by Rouge’s figure, but he was enamored by the feeling of being pumped up with delicious magic pudding, his entire body become softer and flabbier.
“Ooh, I can tell,” Rouge began as she went up to his head and started cradling his fat chin, “You’re loving every single second of this, aren’t you?”
As he continued guzzling down the pudding, he nodded slowly.
“Oh, that’s right!” Rouge remarked.
She got up and waddled to her remote and began pressing a few buttons. Suddenly, several robot hands put themselves up against one side of Knuckles’ body and began heaving. The hands pushed deeply against his fat, heavy body, struggling to get it moving. Eventually, they were able to roll the growing echidna on to his fat belly.
Rouge then got an eyeful of Knuckles’ great big ass, growing with each passing second. She climbed up to Knuckles’ back and started tickling his fattening rump, causing him to laugh through the hose and his fat to jostle about.
“I need to pay you back for that spanking you gave my big butt, don’t I?”
Rouge took her chubby hands and started groping at his ballooning bottom, grabbing every flabby inch of it and forcing some moans from the growing echidna. She then started spanking him several times, sending a reverberating jiggle across his butt. Knuckles started moaning even louder at that.
“You like it, don’t you, Knuxie?”
Knuckles gave a little smirk.
After a good long while of stuffing, Rouge finally decided it was time to turn off the machine. With the push of a button, the hose started slowing down and eventually stopped. The robot hands returned once more to flip the humongous echidna onto his back. Rouge climbed up to Knuckles’ face, pulled out the hose from his mouth, and stared lovingly into Knuckles’ eyes. He was breathing heavily and licking some residual pudding off of his lips. Suddenly, a smile creeped across his face. The two of them realized that Knuckles’ body had dwarfed Rouge’s in every way.




Sly Cooper and the Gang in: The New Big Blue (2019)


He touched his nose tentatively as the color started spreading across his whole face, turning even his facial fur blue. Splotches of blue appeared on the rest of his body; his hands, legs, torso. No part of him remained untouched by the violet as it crept along his frame like deepening stains that seeped into his very flesh. The blue even started to blemish his trademark suit, making his clothes even more blue than they already were.




With a step back, Sly looked down with a growing horror at his body growing bluer and bluer. “I’m beginning to think that rock was really cursed,” he exclaimed as he tried in vain to rub off the blue on him. “What’s even happening to me--glg!?”




Sly choked suddenly as he felt something strange in his throat, not unlike coughing up juice. It began to trickle from his mouth like a subtle stream of drool.




“Is that the juice from before?” Sly shuddered as the blueberry juice kept dribbling from his jaw. Just then, a weight plopped in his stomach. He felt strangely bloated, as if he’d just eaten a full meal. And that bloated feeling was growing as his belly started to feel heavier. It began to fill out, making him look stuffed with food. A strange and deep gurgle emanated from inside him.




“Ugh…” Sly moaned as he clutched his balloon of a belly. “What is this…!?”




It wasn’t long before Sly was covered from head to tail tip in blue. The juices from his mouth continued to flow down his chest. The bloating within his stomach made him feel taut and uncomfortable.




“This can’t be happening,” Sly whined as he tried to work through the bloating. “I must look like a…” He was cut off by the intensifying gurgle in his stomach. Then he felt a deep rumble in his gut that caused his whole body to vibrate.




“Oh, what now!? Oof!”




Sly stumbled forward as his belly swelled out, realizing grimly that the uncomfortable fullness in his gut was only getting bigger. It started to stretch out his sweater as it filled out the garment with its growing rotundity. His taut muffin top and flaring hips spilled over a belt in pain as it struggled with his surging sides and burgeoning middle. He was growing wider and fuller with each passing moment, and he had no idea when it would stop.




“Bigger!?” Sly cried as juice kept flowing from his words. “How am I getting bigger!? Whoa!”




As Sly’s belly continued to inflate before him, his butt began to bulge behind him. His cheeks doubled in size almost instantly as they balanced out against the size and weight of his belly. He thought some magic from the gem might be making him gain weight and become fatter; he certainly felt he was getting heavier by the second.




But then he felt something strange. His butt was growing rounder and rounder still, but the feeling in his lower extremities started to shift strangely. He felt his rump encroaching into his legs to swallow them up to become one moist, juicy mass. He crossed his legs uncomfortably as he tried to maintain his balance, his inflating bottom half threatening to gulp up his tiny piddling feet. With a gunshot-like crack, his leg pouch snapped off and fell down the pyramid, letting his legs absorb into itself.




Sly gulped nervously as he grew, well aware of the juice still leaking endlessly from his mouth. But as he swallowed his fear, he felt his cheeks start to swell into bulbous masses that hung from his face and smushed his mouth shut, making his wails of discomfort muffled.




“Mmf...mmhhmm!”




They accordioned into a neck roll that settled right in between his shoulders. His arms were forced upright as they ballooned themselves, his hands twiddling helplessly as they soon became engulfed by the wrists.




Deep down, Sly knew what had been happening to him this whole time. He might have been trying to deny the experience or holding out for a reasonable explanation or working out a solution or just waiting for his damn swelling to stop. But there was no doubt about it anymore. His body was making blueberry juice, too much juice, more juice than he even remembered drinking, and he was being filled to the brim with every gallon of it. He grew to detest the flavor of the juice that he had relished in only moments ago, as it was the only thing that he tasted now. With every inch he grew, his fate was being sealed. He coughed up enough juice between his pinched cheeks just to yell it, just to admit it to himself.




“I’m swelling up,” he cried. “Like a…a...a blueberry…!”




Soon enough, his top and bottom caught up with each other. His back rounded out into a curvature that conjoined his entire frame into a comical ball shape. His belt, sturdy as it was, struggled to contain his burgeoning berry body as it cinched around him.




As he continued to swell outward, he began growing up as well. His massive rotundity began towering over the pedestal, and Sly was growing as tall as he was wide. He surged upward and his tiny hands sank further and further into the rest of him. His head was cupped in a divot on what was once his shoulders, his ascot smothered under a layer of fruity neck roll that pushed up against the remains of his chin. His crotch came into contact with the ground as it rounded out against the stone, lifting himself from his now-useless feet. He started to wobble on his bottom curve, and he whined as he heard and felt the gallons of juice sloshing within him with each sway.




Sly struggled and moaned as he continued swelling. He thought this might be it for him, that the tightening pressure from all the blueberry juice inside of him would cause him to burst. He’d explode in a shower of delicious blueberry filling that would splatter all over the ruins, and that would be the end of the Cooper legacy.




But just as Sly was about to reach his peak, when he grew so tall and so round and so juicy that he was more berry than raccoon, he heard the gurgling in his belly fizzle and fade. He felt the churning in him settle down. With another deep rumble, his swelling ceased.




Sly coughed out one more mouthful of juice and breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh man…” he said, his cheeks still pinched. “I thought I was a goner for sure! Although, I can’t say I’m much better off right now.”