Rouge the Blob

After a sound defeat by Sonic the Hedgehog and his friend’s, the evil Dr. Eggman had been locked up in G.U.N’s new island prison. Thanks to Rouge the Bat’s excellent spy work for the U.S. government, she aided in foiling the doctor’s plan in the nick of time. With peace and prosperity returning to the world and receiving a full pardon for her past crimes, Rouge retired from government work shortly after, using her newfound freedom to pursue other endeavors.

At first she traveled around as a treasure hunter, going alone or with other adventurers on expeditions to long lost temples and tombs in search of valuables. During her solo adventures, she’d find dusty old artifacts or secrets of lost civilizations, while going with groups of others, she was sorely tempted to nab whatever diamonds or jewels they managed to find, rather than have them stashed away at some boring museum. There was little in the way of shiny valuables she could actually take home with her, making tomb raiding not the interesting and lucrative hobby she hoped it would be.

When she returned home, life had become dull and unsatisfying. The old temptations of raiding diamond vaults and stealing precious gems pecked away at her. The thrill of the capper, and making off with those glistening stones that would sparkle in her beady eyes, gave her a nostalgic sense of longing for the old days. She had exhausted her luck with raiding vaults however, and the U.S. government surely wouldn’t extend the same leniency a second time. Rouge was at a loss on what to do with her lingering interest in shiny stones, until an ironic idea curiously peaked her interest.

After months of hard work and some support she received from members of the adventurer’s guild she aided on past expeditions, Rouge had finally managed to open her own jewelry store. It wasn’t the most exciting of lifestyles, but she was at least able to work close alongside her precious stones and use her knowledge of them to her benefit. She had made an honest living for herself, and with it, came one of the subtle indulgences of modern civilian life.

Working behind a counter and being no longer active in adventuring, the convenience of fast food gradually took its toll on Rouge’s figure. It didn’t help having her store across the street from a pizza parlor and dessert shop, giving her delicious-ready access to lunch and dinner whenever she saw fit. She was oblivious to the initial weight gain, shrugging her shoulders whenever she was forced to go up a clothing size. Even as she looked in the mirror and took notice of bits of flab forming around her waist and hips, her self confidence pushed past any criticism of her increasing size.

As the months went on, her carefree attitude toward indulging in fast food and her expanding waistline grew worse. Flying took a back seat to driving, which was a thrilling new experience, and took far less exercise on her part. Leisurely cruising throughout the city, she’d visit more than one fast food restaurant on occasion for her dinner. Even after a hearty meal, if she had any cravings during the evening, or saw a commercial of something delicious on T.V, she was back in her car and heading to the nearest drive-thru. The influence of earth’s fast food society was a euphoric pleasure comparable to her past delight with thieving. It wasn’t until one fateful day, that both worlds would soon collide.

It was 8:30 PM, on a Friday night, Rouge dipping her chicken tenders and fries into a cup of ranch dressing, stuffing her face on the couch as usual while watching a movie. Once the commercial break aired, she got up to throw away her empty box and soda. The usual commercials played in the background, car and cellphone advertisements with the occasional food one, which she usually took advantage of until the ad held no sway over her stomach. It wasn’t until she walked back to her couch that she saw an ad for a nearby convenience store she frequented. The slushies poured into their colorful thirty ounce cups with tantalizing motion, forming new hills of bright blue and red, one on top of the other, till it neared the top of the cup’s round lid. The glint of the ice, coupled with the slurping of the customer drinking it through a straw, drew Rouge in like someone dying of thirst jumping into a pool of water in a long lost oasis. The compulsion to enjoy an ice cold slushy outweighed the convenience of the drink she held in her hand.

Without hesitation, Rouge waddled out the door and to her car, anxiously driving down to the market before closing time at 9 PM. It was a five minute drive down to the store, the parking lot was completely empty of vehicles, save for those owned by the employees parked on the side of the building. Rouge walked to the twin electric doors at the front, her heart sinking when they didn’t automatically open. She looked at her watch and tapped on the glass, hoping to catch someone’s attention. When the store manager said they had closed, regardless of having roughly twenty three minutes to spare, her body fidgeted with rage. The growl of her globular gut was like that of a lion warding off others from its kill. She refused to be robbed of her slushy, and set her plan into motion that very night.

Returning home, she dusted off some of her old thieving tools from back in the day. Breaking into a convenience store proved child’s play compared to fortified government vaults. After disabling the alarm, she entered through the back door of the building. Alone at last with her slushy machine, she served herself an extra large cup of blue and red flavors, fluttering her eyes in pure bliss from its cool-juicy flavors.

Originally, she had planned to leave what money she owed on the counter, but she couldn’t stop herself with just one slushy serving. One cup became two, then four, and finally, she forwent the cup altogether. An irresistible urge to keep drinking consumed her senses, causing her to place her head under the nozzle and pour the refreshment down her gullet. With each gulp, she felt her stomach, loaded with snacks and two separate fast food dinners from earlier, swelling and sloshing with the machine’s contents. With a free hand, she clutched at her belly, caressing its blorping mass as it hung down to her thighs. When she completely finished both flavors, she ate a wide assortment of snacks sitting on the store shelves, leaving a trash heap of plastic bags and wrappers in her wake. The amount of food she had eaten racked up a hefty sum, one she didn’t feel too keen on paying. Just like the days of old, she had come for her prize and left without a trace, only instead of carrying a bag full of gems, she held a swollen belly in her arms.

It was the first of many nights to come. In place of a gem thief, the delectable food of the city had turned Rouge into a gluttonous burglar of food. She easily evaded the radar of the local police, food robberies not being high profile enough to warrant investigation by the government. As a result of copious amounts of overeating, Rouge grew well beyond her previous short stubby size. Her weight gain had made her height on par with normal people, but with thrice the corpulence of a medically obese human. Her hips required her to wiggle through most doorways, and her wobbling gut had reached such a massive size, it could cover the entire hood of her car. She squished and groped at each loveable inch of her fat body, infatuated by her luscious curves, eager to fill them out more.

At the present day, Rouge instructed her employee to look after her store while she went on lunch break across the street at the pizza parlor. The blubbery bat lumbered her way over, taking large strides as her tiny feet did their best to balance her whale of a body. Her custom fitted dress pants wrapped just underneath her belly button, doing little to conceal her bulging stomach, thighs, and massive rear. The girth of her arms looked fit to burst through the arm sleeves of her suit, while her robust chest looked a buffet away from popping her shirt buttons. It was a wonder how a woman so large could still fit clothes to her body.

Every day, all eyes were on her the moment she walked through the swinging glass parlor doors, pushing them open with her belly and wiggling her hips through; twice they had to widen it because she came so frequently, with the last renovation happening only two weeks ago. After giving her lunch order, she sat at a corner of the restaurant near the window in view of her store. The booth was specially made for her; a wide seat of half a car’s length with a moveable table, which she constantly pushed with her gut whenever sitting. From her purse, she pulled out a bib, tucking it into the collar of her shirt. A man approached her, exiting from the restaurant’s kitchen doors, wearing a gold rectangle pin on his black polo shirt that read, “manager.”

“Rouge, looking lovely as ever,” spoke the gentleman.

“Hey, Steve,” said Rouge, adjusting herself in her seat to fit more comfortably. “Got something for me?”

“I think you’re really gonna like this,” Steve grinned, “better than the last one, I swear.”

“Let's hope. Even if it was good, eating all that fish was a hassle. Too many bones, plus I had to take a week off just to get rid of the fish breath.”

“Trust me, this is so much better.” Steve leaned, tuning down his voice to a whisper. “You know Jack right? From the ice cream shop next door? Well turns out, he heard an old college enemy of his wants to get into the ice cream business. The guy’s loaded with money and figures, why not taunt Jack with his own place, steal some of his business, tick him off a bit. A jerk right? So, it turns out he plans to open up next week. There’s a cold storage warehouse filled with all of his stock, just sitting there, waiting for him to finish renovating his shop. What you think? All the ice cream you can stomach.”

Rouge’s belly growled with anticipation. Just envisioning herself gorging on all the ice cream available made her belly feel like it was ready to burst through her shirt and pants. “How much ice cream are we talking?”

“Enough to fill a moving van, my guy says. Just think about it. You gobbling up several dozen gallons of different flavors, hundreds of packaged ice cream sandwiches, cones and fruit. Vats of chocolate dip, crates full of cherry sauce. If you ain’t crawling out of there with a stomach that fills up the doors to my restaurant, I’ll honestly be disappointed.”

Rouge salivated at the tantalizing imagery. Having a smorgasbord of sugary treats dialing up her lard filled body to eleven was a decadent fantasy she couldn’t wait to explore. She sensually rubbed her hands on her supple belly, staring off into space as she imagined herself growing into a near immobile blob of a bat. She pushed the table further away with her belly, jutting it outward to simulate it growing. She murmured with pleasure, blowing a content sigh before snapping back into reality.

“Ooh, Steven,” cooed Rouge, “you sure know how to talk to a girl. So, how do I get in?”

“My contact works security down at the warehouse. At midnight, the loading garage will be open. You just slip on in and enjoy yourself. Here’s the address.”

Steven slid across the table a folded up napkin. Coincidentally, two employees brought over two trays loaded with two personal pan pizzas, a bucket of potato wedges, and four boxes of buffalo wings. Rouge licked her lips and rubbed her hands together. Leaning forward in her seat, she picked up the napkin, tucking it into her suit’s breast pocket before ripping off a slice of her pizza. “It’s a good thing you do delivery,” said Rouge. “I’d hate to stop eating here when I can’t fit through the front.”

* * * * *

After eating her lunch, the remaining hours of the day had been excruciating for Rouge. Waiting in eager anticipation for midnight proved difficult with her constantly tapping her feet or pacing around her store. Even after work she tried passing her time with more fast food than usual; but even the sluggish aftereffects of the greasy fattening food did little to calm her down. Thirty minutes before midnight, she waited in a nearby alleyway adjacent to the warehouse. She wore some loose fitting sweatpants and a sweatshirt, with a black beanie covering her pointy ears. She stared fixedly at the numbered garage door, waiting for its pearly white portcullis to rise, granting her access to a kingdom of calories.

The minute the short hand on her watch hit twelve, the garage door raised like magic. Rouge clumsily waddled her way over as quick as her lush thighs could manage. Huffing and puffing once she entered the building, the garage closed behind her. Even with her sweat clothes and carrying more body fat than a walrus, she found herself rubbing her shoulders, trying to keep warm. The temperature gauge by the door showed it steadily increasing, changed perhaps by Steven’s security guard friend to make her more comfortable.

The shipment of ice cream came in the form of numerous cardboard boxes stacked on top of six pallets, all waiting by the garage door to be shipped off in the morning. A box cutter was conveniently placed on a nearby table. Cutting through the plastic covering holding the boxes together, she pulled a box from the top of the stack down to the floor. Bending down, she cut open the top of the box, revealing a trove of chocolate dipped vanilla drumsticks, with twenty of them packaged in individual boxes.

Rouge’s belly let out a loud gurgle, her cheeks blushing as she fanned herself. “Steven was right. I’ll end up becoming a complete blob by the end of the night.”

Giving her gut a quick shake, the bat greedily grabbed her first box. Tearing off the cardboard lid, she ripped the wrapper off her first ice cream. She bit off a large chunk, eyes rolling with delight as she chewed away at the chocolate and nuts drizzled on top of the treat. Her stomach blorped with approval, happy to have dessert to go with all her fast food meals from earlier.

After finishing a box, filling it with all the empty ice cream wrappers, Rouge tossed it onto the floor. With the temperature of the warehouse still low, the ice cream remained sturdy, making it slower for her to eat through than she would prefer. She settled for taking larger bites instead, wincing as she stuffed the top part of the ice cream in her mouth, biting it off the cone, and swallowing it whole, bypassing the need to excessively chew anything but the cone. This new system helped her to clear through boxes much faster, helping her to finish the entire shipment in about twenty minutes.

Twenty boxes of packaged ice cream riddled the ground by the time she was done, leaving her with a distended gut which peaked out from under her sweatshirt. The bat heartily smacked her revealed belly, licking any remnants of chocolate still on her lips. Moving onto the next box, it was filled with small sundaes, plastic cups of vanilla ice cream mixed with strawberry sauce, numbering ten per plastic bag.

Being only cups of ice cream, Rouge was better able to quickly dispatch each dessert. Her warm tongue caressed the inside edges of each cup, easily dislodging the glob of ice cream before she swallowed it down. She ate through each cup like she was taking shots, feeling the cool treats slide down her gullet, adding to the mound of ice cream that formed within her belly. When she had finished with the entire box, it was as if an anvil weighed down her stomach.

Each new box Rouge cleared was filled with other small ice cream snacks, such as sandwiches, fudge bars, and popsicles. Empty wrappers, bags, and cardboard containers riddled the ground, with Rouge often stepping over them to get to the next box on the pallet. An hour and a half passed by the time she finished the last box, groaning as she bent down to feed on its contents. Waddling over to the next pallet, she rested her back against it, heaving a heavy sigh as she caught her breath.

The heap of snacks she ate had caused her belly to swell outward in full view, pouring over her sweat pants and turning her sweatshirt into more of a crop top for her chest. Her stomach worked hard to rapidly digest her feast, growing her hips and rear, causing her pants to more snuggly fit. She looked down at her blubbery belly, hot and bothered by its hefty weight and how she felt it brush against her enveloped knees. Attempting to lift it with her arms, the bat barely managed to raise it before letting it plop against her thighs.

“Goodness,” she sighed, “just one pallet down, and I already feel so massive. I can barely even hold onto all this beautiful blubber.” Pressing down on the center of her gut, her ears twitched at the sounds of its thick guttural glorps. “Oh yes…I’m gunna remember this night.”

Squeezing her luscious curves and busty chest, she turned around with a box cutter in hand, ready to feast on the second pallet. The next series of boxes were all filled with a variety of fruit, cold and moist due to previously being frozen and the temperature rising slightly over the hours. Her first box was filled with bananas, which were dethawed enough for her to peel. The second box contained strawberries, and the third contained blueberries. Everything was intended to prepare either sundaes or smoothies, but instead mixed well with the ice cream in her stomach.

Pressing her gut against the stack of boxes, she used it as a table to rest the boxes she picked from the top. Once the stack got low enough, she hoisted the next box onto her gut, while resting her belly on the remaining boxes. Belly burbling with glee, it squelched with the weight of each box she rested on it, sinking into its corpulence like it were made of pudding. With the addition of more solid foods churning within her gut, its soupy sloshing echoed within the warehouse, along with Rouge’s infatuated moans. Huffing as she cycled between jostling her blubber and stuffing her face, the gluttonous bat had drowned herself in pure bliss, blithely enjoying the lard filled reward that came with overgorging on sweets.

Moving onto the third pallet, she guzzled down pitcher after pitcher of caramel and chocolate syrup. She felt her arms and bosom fit to burst through her sweatshirt, and half of her prodigious rear peaked over the top of her pants. Her tremendous thighs heavily poured over her calves, concealing her knees under a mound of fat. Multiple rolls developed between her legs and down her back, stacked one on top of the other like steps to a temple. Her widening girth soon surpassed the pallets themselves, smothering the boxes with her undulating mass as she reached for the next one.

Finishing up the third pallet, her clothes suffered all the strain they could take. Though elasticity was their main strength, the fabric hadn’t been made to contain a veritable blob of bat fat. Her chest and arms ripped through the seams of her shirt, while her hips and rear broke free from the confines of her pants. Rather than be embarrassed by her nudity, Rouge grew further enamored by her jiggling enormity. Hugging her breasts up to her plump cheeks, she lovingly fondled them; each soft orb dwarfed her hands in size, like a seed compared to the entire melon.

“Mmmff, yes! *Oourp*, oh yes! I’m getting, *bwooorp*, so fat! Mmm, so much blubber, *urp*. I feel, *hic*, so heavy…but…I need, *buuuurap*, so much more!”

Letting out a gaseous belch, Rouge leaned herself onto her mammoth of a belly, resting her fat face in the middle of her chest. Her lardaceous gut now spilled across the floor, stretching as wide as her hips and large enough to crush the front end of her car with its weight. Heartily slapping what portions of her blubber she could reach, she shuffled along to the remaining three pallets, biting her lip as her indigested gorge churned fiercely with each inch she budged.

To Rouge’s delight, the boxes of the fourth and fifth pallet were the absolute pinnacle of her feast, the very thing she had been waiting for. Each box contained a four gallon bucket of ice cream of varying flavors, so large that they were only slightly larger than one of her breasts. The weight of each was a lot for her fat filled arms to bear, but her gluttonous drive to grow fatter gave her the strength needed to lift each bucket above her chest.

Popping off the lid, she dove into the bucket face first, taking in as much ice cream as she could fit in between her plump cheeks before gulping it all down; the bulge slithering down her throat was larger than her head. The increased temperature had softened the ice cream enough to where she was able to finish a whole four gallon bucket in ten minutes, licking as much of the inside as she could to devour every last drop of ice cream. The sense of euphoria she felt upon dropping the bucket left her drunkenly swaying to and fro. The gluttonous zeal it took to finish so much so quickly left her terribly hot and bothered.

“Goodness, *hic-hilp*, I’m more hog, *orp*, than bat now. I’ll probably be buried in blubber, *hic-hilp*, after finishing all this. Oooh, I can’t wait.”

Patting what portions of her belly she could still reach, Rouge let out a loud pleasurable moan before resuming her feast. Gluttony had taken full control of the driver’s seat, compelling the bat to eat faster than before. Completely entranced, Rouge’s mind became a flustered mess, barely able to focus on any of the pleasurable sensations she felt all at once. The catatonic gorging, feeling every fold and layer of fat jiggle about, and feeling her body grow further immense with each gulp, all served to derail the bat into a tantalizing stupor.

As she tore through each bucket, the passing time caused the warehouse to reach room temperature. The ice cream started to melt, allowing Rouge to more easily guzzle down each bucket rather than bite off large mouthfuls. The resulting ease of consumption caused her body to swell outward in all directions, her fat practically melted onto the floor. Her limbs were gradually swallowed by tirelike rings of wrist and ankle flab. Her cheeks aggressively brushed against her neck fat, while her double chin steadily vanished into the rest of her blubbery body. The full range of motion her arms once had dissipated, with her arm fat growing as large and wide as an oak tree trunk.

Rouge’s body grew so fat that when she could no longer maneuver past her belly, she was forced to roll herself on top of it, resting atop of her massive blob of a belly like a bed. Her titanic rear towered above her, and the avalanche of rolls down her back squished against the back of her head. She continued to guzzle the remainder of the fifth pallet, growing her belly wider than her hips and lifting her further off the ground.

Once she finished the fifth pallet and crawled her way to the sixth and final one, the room became filled with a symphony of pleasured moans and grotesque sloshing. The consistency of Rouge’s body became amorphous in nature, with her arms and legs hardly resembling limbs at first glance, but rather wobbling mounds of tanned lard somehow connected to one another. Struggling to reach the box at the top of the final pallet, her whale of a belly pushed her further away as she stood more upright. Suddenly, she tipped too far backward, slowly falling back like a chopped down tree. She ended up laying on her back, moaning from the maelstrom of desserts that sloshed within her stomach, before her wincing eyes caught the tsunamii of belly pouring over her. Her face was fully submerged in a sea of blubber; she could hear her indigested gorge churning fiercely inside her. The swaying momentum of her gut soon lifted her forward, resting onto her belly once again and helping her reach the top boxes.

The remainder of her feast consisted of ice cream cakes, large enough for a whole family to enjoy, and packaged within plastic containers. They weren’t as filling or fattening as the gallons of ice cream, but they provided an adequate end to what was the most fattening feast of her thieving career. With all the pallets done and the floor becoming a wasteland of boxes, wrappers, and plastics, Rouge took her leave of the warehouse, slowly moving an inch at a time to the front of the garage. She pushed the button to open the door, becoming once more acquainted with the night air.

Rouge stood tall and proud, a colossal mountain of wobbling lard stretching wider than a car and with a belly larger than a van. She was so enormous, her belly at the start of the night couldn’t compare to the size of even one of her ass cheeks. Just one of her roll filled thighs was now wider than she originally was during the morning. Her belly had become such a sea of blubber, her girth would take up half of Steven’s parlor. All the sugar of her feast had worked its magic, crafting her figure into that of a rippling-corpulent work of art.

Rouge belched and hiccuped incessantly to the night sky, shuffling her feet along the ground an inch at a time toward the compound’s front gates, her arms outspread for balance. “*Buuuraaap*, what a, *hic-hilp*, night,” said Rouge with a husky tone, barely able to see where she was headed with her dazed vision. “What feasting, *hic-hilp*, and fattening. I’ve really become, *oooooorrp*, a total blob.”

With her arms growing so thick, she could no longer give herself a loving pat. But as she thrusted against her wall of a belly just to budge her way forward, its crashing and sloshing against her thighs and breasts proved more than pleasant. “Ooogh, *hic-hilp*, what a body. So much, *bwooorp*, beautiful lard. *Hnng*, such a, *hic-hilp*, dream come true. *Uuurp*, mmff, this has been a night.”

As she waddled at a snail’s pace out of the compound, Rouge’s thoughts lied on finding a place to rest. There was a public park a couple blocks away, and a tree that would provide comfortable shade. Overgorged many times over and accumulating more fat than she ever imagined, she would have to take some time off work for her feast to fully digest. She eagerly awaited returning to Steve’s parlor, showing off her regal enormity as she labored to fit her ocean of lard through his front doors. A bright future of immobility lay just around the corner, and Rouge’s cheeks flushed a bright red thinking about how much bigger she would be when it came.