Obese Outbreak
by D. Lesang
Zven smiled, looking into the tiny glass cylinder of yellow liquid. Finally, after weeks of trying, his experiment was a success. He'd finally synthesized the perfect weapon against that blue speed-demon. No longer would Sonic steal his spotlight. After today, Sonic would never bother him again. The raspberry red feline slipped the vial into his x-key, a multi-purposd device of his own design which strapped to the users wrist. The hard part was done. Now all he had to do was find Sonic. The easiest way to do this: The News.
"Petra. Televsion, Channel 4," he spoke aloud. His home was mostly automated with a central computer he designed. The largest monitor in his lab changed from scrolling read-outs of status updates on his many experiments and machines, to Channel 4 News. A ditzy big-breasted beaver bounced on screen, holding a microphone like a large lolipop.
"-just arrived on scene. It seems that the North Chester Geological Museum was robbed earlier this afternoon. The culprit saw caught on camera, though her face was hidden." The screen showed surveilence footage of the crime, and Zven knew exactly who it was.  His heart throbbed a little as he watched his crush dancing past security lasers and leaping over sensitive floors, scooping her prize up from its case and escaping the same way. 
"Oh, Rouge." Zven sighed. "I'll have to make another strain for Knuckles. Then I can start part two of my plan," he thought to himself. A blue blur on the screen made him smile, "There you are! Petra, television off, and power up the Gravo!"
~~~
Elsewhere in the city, Sonic was screaming down North Chester avenue. Tails hacked into the museum's security grid after hearing of their newest addition. They believed it was a giant ruby carved by an acient culture, but it was actually a chaos emerald. He leapt across trafic, zooming under a semi-trailor rig and up the side of a building. Tails' voice rang in his ears over the com-link, "She's not far aw-"
"TURN YOUR MICROPHONE DOWN, TAILS!"
"Oh, sorry! She's not far away, Sonic. Follow the R-line train and you'll catch her in no time."
With a agile spin of his body, he flung himself in almost ninety degrees, landing on the monorail track and grining down it's slope. He could almost see her, gliding from rooftop to rooftop. It didn't take long for Sonic to catch up with her. She didn't hear him until it was too late, catching a hard spin-attack to the spine. The pair tumbled onto the roof of Channel 4 New's headquarters. Sonic landed nimble on his feet, but Rouge landed on her chest.
Sonic laughed, "At least you had a soft landing!" He hurried forward to snatch her satchel, but received a stiff boot to the jaw, sending him flying towards the edge. "How DARE you touch a lady that way!"
Rouge dashed forward to give Sonic another round of chin music, but he had already recovered. He jumped to his feet and rolled passed her, driving his forehead into her side and sending her flying again.  Rouge twisted her body with the inpact, gliding in a small circle and crashing into sonic, forcing him to the roof. She stood on his back, one foot griding his head into the hot cement surface, "When will you learn, Sonic. Just because you're fast, doesn't mean you can fight." 
Hovering above the fight on his XG-Gravo jet board (other of his designs) and with  his chameleon stealth modual on, Zven couldn't help but grin. The little blue bastard was too distracted with Rouge to hear him coming. Sonic wouldn't even know what hit him. Zven readied his x-key, setting the shot and extending his arm. His goggles showed him exactly where the shot would land, allowing him to lock onto Sonic's back. 
"Goodbye, Sonic." Zven said with a soft cackle, pressing the trigger on his palm. The vail fired from his wrist, contained inside a special injector round. 
Sonic put his arms in a push-up position, using all of his might to push her off. Rouge fell forward, twisting as she fell and landed this time on her ghetto booty. Sonic jumped to his feet and adopted a silly karate pose, "If only your feet were as fast as your mouth, this might be a challenge."
Rouge picked herself up, rolling her shoulders a cracking her wing joints, "Oh, now you're asking for it....ow." She looked down at her ample bosom, noticing an odd pain like a bug bite. A tiny dart stuck into the soft flesh. Rouge gave Sonic a confused look, "What is this?"
Sonic shrugged, appearing just as surprised, "...I didn't do that."
Rouge's vision blurred. She leaned to one side and then the other, as if suddenly drunk. "Son...uh-" was all she could get out before she collapsed. Sonic stood there dumbly, looking around for a moment before his wits returned to him. He hurried to her side, pulling out the injector bullet and touching his earpiece, "Tails!"
"Yeah, Sonic?"
"I've got Rouge. She's unconscious."
"Sonic ,what did you do!"
"Relax, it wasn't me. She was shot by something. It's some kind of dart."
"Be careful not to get whatever is inside it on you, and bring it back to my lab."
"What about Rouge? I can't just leave her."
"Right....uh. I'll hop into the Tornado and pick you up. You just stay there and look after her."
"Right, Sonic out."
He looked down at her, then at the bullet, then at her again. Looking around, there was nothing but other buildings with countless windows. The shooter could have been in any one of them. There was no way to know now. He could only wait for Tails to arrive.
Zven was screaming into his flight mask, "NOOOOO! NO NO NO NO! How could I miss!? HOW COULD I MISS!?" He took a breath the calm himself, very thankful that he was wearing his flight mask which completely muffled his words. "This is bad...this is really bad." He zipped away, back to his own lab as fast as he could. He had to fix this problem and fast!
~~~
"Hel-loooooooooo~"
A voice faded in and out of Rouge's  consciousness, pulling her up from the depths of slumber. She cracked her eyes and rose her hand to swat at whatever was making the noise.
"Hey! That was mean!"
"Amy, give her room to breathe."
"What's wrong with her, Tails?"
"I don't know yet. There are no signs of any drugs yet, but the scan may take hours before we get something. So far she looks clean."
"What happened?" she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Tails was there, as was Amy. Sonic, however, was not there. 
"You were shot with some kind of...well...I don't know. I've never seen anything like this," he holds up the dart for her to see.
Rouge looks at the spot on her chest. There was no mark.  She rubbed her forehead, "How long was I out?"
"Only an hour. After you passed out, Sonic and I brought you here to help you."
"Um...thanks, I guess." 
Amy leaned forward just as Rouge sneezed, catching some spray on her nose, "Ugh! Gross, Rouge."
"Sorry."
"So, now that you're awake, can you tell me where Sonic went?"
"I was unconscious. How could I know?" 
Any huffed and folded her arms, "Tails won't tell me. You don't know. It's like he's avoiding me or something."
Tails stifled a chuckle, "I'll have a full read out on whatever is inside you in about an hour. In the mean time you should probably stay here and rest. And before you ask, we have the emerald. It's in my master safe, and I'm not letting you get even close to it. Not that you could open it."
Rouge swung her legs off of the examination bed and stood up unsteadily, "I appreciate the concern, little guy, but no thanks."
"No, Rouge. We don't know what it can do you to."
"I feel fine. Like waking up from a nap. I'm just...hungry."
Before Tails could stop her, Rouge stepped out the door and took flight. Amy blew a raspberry at her, "I really don't like her. She's so rude!"
~~~
Despite haven been beating up by a blue hedgehog and drugged, Rouge only one thing: hunger. Sure her diet didn't leave much room for endulgences, but she never felt quite this hungry. She was not only hungry, but craaaaaving foods. She wanted pizza, cheeseburger, fried chicken, pretty much everything she wouldn't allow herself to eat. She flew high over the city, trying to disctract herself from her growling belly. But even time she looked down, she found yet another restaraunt serving greasy, fatty, fried, salty, sugary foods.
Rouge let out a loud whine and descended in a lazy circle, landing in the parking lot of a Jumberger and stepping inside. The moment she opened the door, her nose was assaulted by the most wonderful smell she's ever experienced. Beef, cheese, bubbling shortening, grilled butter, and bacon. Oh god, the bacon. Previously these smells would have made her sick to her stomach, but now they were a siren call, and she could not resist.
She ordered one bacon deluxe burger meal, with a small side of fries and a small Dr. Fizz. Taking her order to a seat by the window, he slowly upwrapped her burger. For a moment, Rouge appeared to be having a staring contest with her meal. This was disgusting. Greasy meat, topped with high-process cheese, and a strip of meat from one of the fattiest animals on earth. She shrugged, deciding to just work it off later and took a bite. Her eyes shot open as her mouth exploded with flavor. She couldn't believe how good this tasted. She hadn't had a burger in years, and OH GOD what was see missing! Her second bite was less than graceful, and soon the burger was gone, followed by her fries. Her hurried back to the front counter and ordered two more without even thinking about it. She murdered those two like she did the first, moaning and licking her lips and fingers, her gloves were stained with ketchup and mustard and mayonaise and special sause and grease and who knows what else. She didn't care. She was happy. So very happy.
After her sixth burger, she finally slowed down again, slipping the last few drops of her second extra-large Dr. Fizz and smaking her lips. She had burger leavings on her chin, cheeks and even some stuck in her open cleavage. Rouge couldn't remember being this happy with herself, or eating this much. Just then it occured to her how much she had eaten. She looked down at herself and gasped. She could see her belly, peeking out from under her excessive breasts, looking like a slightly-deflated beach ball stuffed into her spandex outfit. Her hips and thicks stretched the material to its maximum, squeezing her body uncomfortably and giving her a horrible wedgie. Her arms jiggled as she moved around to look at herself in her seat, her butt squished against the back of the chair, the seam popping just a bit under her tail. The top of her outfit squished her breasts up towards her chin, brushing against her cheeks when she looked down. She must have gained a hundred pounds!
But how? How is that possible? She weighed a perfect 103 this morning! Her size 1 suit fit her like a second skin! Now her prized body was a bloated bag of pudge, stuffed into a spandex sack which was just starting to fail. She felt horrified at what she'd become and wanted to cry, but no tears came. Instead, another feeling sloshed around her heart as her hands explored her new form. She felt sad and afraid, and yet, she felt...happy? 
The more she rubbed and squeezed and patted her new softer soft, the more her sadness and fear faded, and the more her hunger returned.
"Maybe this isn't so bad," she thought as she rose from her chair to get another burger.
~~~
Zven was back in his lab, screaming at the top of his lungs his most popular four letter word. His fingers danced around a keyboard, frantically working on a new project to fix his mistake. It had another been two hours. He didn't have much time until....
~~~
Amy burped as she guzzled another soda from Tail's Super Bubbles soda vending machine, hitting the button over and over again until the last four sodas fell out. She chugged them down one-by-one, letting out a semi-satisfied, "Aaaaaah, Tails. I'd say your soda formula is a success."
Tails didn't hear her. He was busy analyzing Rouge's blood sample. The scan had revealed something he didn't expect. The chemical solution inside the dart was intended for the safe containment of microscopical biological specimens. The fluid would cause bateria, cells, and virus to basically freeze up and stop working, preserving them perfectly for months at a time. 
Armed with this new information, he ran another series of tests to determine was kind of biological agent was inside the vial. While he worked, Amy loafed about his lab, her dress pulled tightly around her middle, which resembled an overdue pregnancy. Her soda-filled belly sloshed and bubble as she hop-skipped around the lap, finally stopping just behind Tails and letting out a long, powerful belch that made Tail's fur stand on end.
"Cripes, Amy! You scared me!"
"Sorry, Tails," she giggled.
He looked at her big round belly, "Wha? What did you do?"
"I got thirsty. You may want to restock your soda machine. It's empty now."
Tails' eyes went wide, "You drank all of it? I had more than twenty sodas in there!"
Amy gave another burp, this one much smaller, "Yeah, I was really thristy. Hey, do you have any food around here? I'm famished."
"Well, I have something that can help. It's a new device I invented last week. It's still in its experimental state though." He gestured for her to follow and lead her to another room. This room was as large as a warehouse. There was also one object in the center of the floor, a couch.
"Jeez, Tails! What is this room for?"
"Well, this was a storage room, but I recently did some spring cleaning, you could say. Now I'm using it as a bit of a testing area."
Amy hopped over to the couch. Tails' waved his hands as he explained.
"This device was designed with convenience in mind! It's a couch, but if you look at the back..." he pointed to a panel in the back of the couch, "...it's also a refridgerator." He pressed a button, and a sliding door opened, showing tons of pre-packaged bars of...something.
"What are these?" she asked, taking one of out the fridge. The package level was white and orange with Tails' logo on it. The label read ,"SSM Bars: Cheesecake!"
"They're another new creation. They're special sustainance meal bars. I'm still working out the kinks, though. They're too fatty."
Amy opened the bar and took a bite, "Mmmm, not bad. Taste's like real cheese cake." 
Tails walked back to his lab, stopping in the door way, "I would eat too many of those. You've already had too much soda. Don't want to ruin your figure now."
Amy giggled and struck a pose, pushing out her hip and jiggling her sloshy belly, "Teehee! Glad you noticed, Tails. If only Sonic would notice me like that." Amy picked up the remote and hopped onto the couch as the door closed. Looking over the remote, she found the TV controls, and then found her favorite show. Under the TV controlls, there were a row of buttons labeled, "On/Off, Auto, Speed up and down."
"What could this be?" She presssed the Auto button and felt the couch come to life with a gentle vibration. Two mechanical arms reached from under the couch, opening the fridge down and taking one meal bar each. Their specially built hands opened the wrapped and pushed the meal bar out, bringing it to her lips.
"What is this? Tails?" She waited, expecting the bar to be shoved into her mouth, but it did not move. She waited more, and it still didn't move. She shrugged and leaned forward to take a bite. This one tasted like orange ice cream. As she pulled her mouth away, the hand pushed the bar out a little bit more. She took another bite, and it was unwrapped a little more.
Amy laughed and clapped her hands, "Wonderful! An automatic feeding couch!" She happy ate every bar the nice robot arms presented to her. There were so many flavors: raspberry cream, strawberry shortcake, grillied chicken, even veggitables! Ate bar after bar after bar, never feeling full, and not realising was was happening to her as her dress let out a small creak.
~~~
Zven tapped his claws on the edge of his bio-synthesizer machine, "C'mon! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" It had already been six hours since the mistake. With a ding, the machine opened up, presenting several small vials with blue liquid. Zven snatched up the vial and loaded it into his x-key, "Petra! I'm going out again."
"Sir, it is already well passed the gestation time of the virus."
"I KNOW THAT, PETRA!" he snarled, "But I can stop it's spread with this."
Hopped onto his jet board, pulled on his flight mask and took off, he whispered, "Oh, god, Rouge. What have I done?"
~~~
Rouge stuffed the last bite of her sixtieth burger into her face, which was smeared with sausages and grease from her last two hours of binging. Her body sprawled out in all directions, her suit having failed long ago, leaving her naked on the floor. Several customers still remained, still eating and watching the lewd display. Rouge's body had blossomed into a huge pile of white and peach-colored lard, her weight doulbed and doulbed again. She let out a long, wet belch, reaching for her superbucket sized fries and stuffing a handful into her face.  She ate, and grew, and ate, and grew, and ate...
...and grew.
She wasn't alone. The female customers felt a similar unsatisfiable hunger and were ordering massive platters of food. Soon more customers started flooding into the restaraunt, overfilling the shrinking space inside the lobby, taking their meals out to the parking lot. None of the men experienced these untammable cravings and some became food mules for their girlfriends, carting tall piles off grease, salt and sugar out of the store, then carrying the skeletal remains back inside. The store called in several employees to act as waiters, and sometimes feeders. The female employees stole food from the fryiers and grills, quicky growing out of their uniforms. As the hours ticked by the radius of swelling women grew and grew like their waistlines. The trend spread to other restaraunts, cafes, grocery stores, rapidly covering an entire section of the city.
~~~
Sonic was blazing down the street as easy cruising speed, turning a corner without looking and slamming head-first into a very large squirrel. He fell back on his back, shouting out, "GAH! Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't see....WAH!" He choked as he saw what he slammed into. A chocolate-brown squirrel, wider at the hips that she was tall. She was a wall of blubber, and somehow still waddling her way down the street to the next restaraunt over. She didn't even notice him as she dragged her sagging body by him.
Sonic looked around and was shocked. All of the surrounding women were obscenely obese, their bodies bursting out of their clothes and waddling about. He hurried through the crowd, "What is going on here?"
"Sonic?"
A familiar accent caught his ears. Peeking around the rear of a car, he found Marine, stuck on her back. She groaned miserably, "Help me get up! I'm so hungry!"
Sonic stumbled away from her as she grasped for him, "How did this happen?"
She rolled over onto her belly, kicking her huge trash-can thick legs trying to push herself forward. She reached a fat arm towards the nearby Mobian Friend Chicken, "Get behinid me an push! I gotta get more food!"
"Marine, LOOK AT YOURSELF!"
"Just help me!" she shouted back at him, "I want to eat. Please help me!"
Sonic shook his head and ran off. As he continued to run into the West Sector of the city he noticed the fatties getting slowly bigger as he went, following the trail to the epicenter: Jumburger. The was was completely blocked with piles of obese ladies, squished together as they groaned and belched and beg for more food. He climbed over an especially large skunky female. She grabbed his leg and moaned, "Mmmmmooooore," 
"GET OFF ME!" He kicked her hand off of him, falling over as her body jiggled and sloshed under his feet. He couldn't run on this obese landscape, and climbing on them was dangerous as they reached for him, moaning like gluttonous zombies. After more kicking and climbing and falling over, Sonic finaly reached the middle. The front of the Jumburger was fine, but the windows had all been pushed out, filled with what looked like a jiggling balloon that filled the entire inside of the store.
He stepped around the corner of the building. 
"What.....that...," before he could finish, he found a nipple, stretched out and bloated, attacked to a breast larger than an SUV. Moving a little further, he found a head. A massive pair of cheeks squished up by tire-like neck rolls, with two fat little ears sticking out. It was Rouge, and she was barely recognizable; a mountain of batty fat. She let out a semi-constant stream of burps and belches, food slathered on her cheeks, chins, necks and breasts. She had grown out of the building, having crushed half of the walls as her body demanded more space. She was roughly the same size now as the entire building used to be.
"...ROUGE!?" 
Rouge let out another belch in response. Sonic shook his shake in disbelief, starting open-mouthed.
"Thonikh? Rouge spoke, but her face is so fat she can't clearly make out many of her words. "Get meh moah fooooooood." 
"More? ROUGE YOUR A MOUNTAIN!"
"Mooooah foooood!" she wiggles her fat fingers, trying to point at the broken building.
"Rouge, there is no more food! You ate it all. I-" He was interrupted by the sound of Zven's jet board worbling into earshort. The feline inventor stopped his board above the bloated bat, an expression of deep regret on his face.
"No....this wasn't supposed to happen."
"...What wasn't supposed to happen?" Sonic asked up at him, "What do you know about this? Who are you?"
Zven glared down at the blue hedgehog, "YOU SHUT UP! You were supposed to become a meat-hill, not her!"
"What?"
Zven brought his board close to Rouge's head and hopped down to her body, his body sinking into her shoulder fat up to his knee. He lost his balance and fell over, making Rouge's body jiggle. He struggled to get back upright as Sonic continued to throw questions at him. 
"What are you doing? What's going on? Do you know what's happening? Why are all the girls getting so fat? Hey! Stop ignoring me!" He tried climbing up Rouge's back rolls like ladder rungs. Zven pushed his arm deep into Rouge's neck fat and fired the dart into the buried vein. 
"I'm sorry," he muttered, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Rouge replied with her usual request of, "Moah fooooood." He stayed there, looking at her bloated face, cheeks bigger than her head. He didn't notice Sonic sneaking up on him until he felt Sonic's fist on the back of his head. 
"HEY!" Sonic shouted into his ear, "You tell me what's going on right now!"
Zven punched Sonic's already sore jaw, Sonic falling back onto Rouge's belly and sinking deep into it. Zven shouted at him, "This was supposed to happen to you. I created the obesity virus to stop you from robbing me at my chance at fame."
"Me? What did I do?" Sonic rolled around, trying to get up, but the squishy belly flesh refused to allow him to regain his balance.
"You were always taking my spotlight. Well, now that stops. I still have enough for you."
He reset his x-key, loading another dart with a new orange virus, and aimed for Sonic's head, "This dose is twice as potent, and self-regulating. You won't need to eat to fatten up. Say goodbye to mobility, Sonic. You'll never move again. "
Zven fired his shot, but Sonic used his super speed to catch the bullet and throw it back at him. The dart buried itself in his arm, injecting the super virus into the cat's flesh. 
Zven looked at the dart in his arm, then to sonic. Before he could say anything, he could feel his pants waist getting tighter.
~~~
Tails clapped his hands together, "Eureka!"
His computer scrolled with data about the strain of viris he found in Rouge's blood. "This virus changes the metabolic processes of the infected person, causing their body to rapidly gain weight as they eat."
He gasped, "Oh no, I need to tell Rouge! Wait...Where's Amy?" Tails went back to the storage room door, "Amy, did you fall asleep or someth-ugh!" As he spoke, he opened the door, and was pushed back by a wall of pink fur, filling the entire doorway. He picked himself up and pressed his hands into the soft stuff, "A-Amy?"

~End