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Thanksgiving was upon the house, friends and family alike were over, and there was food, food, and more food. Everyone had brought something special that they had all made from scratch. Shadow brought lava cakes, Amy brought pumpkin pie, Tails brought macaroni, Blaze brought mashed potatoes and yams, Vanilla made the turkey, and so on and so forth.
Sonic, of course, brought chili dogs.
No one was surprised, in fact, it was expected, but that didn’t mean they weren’t good. It was the hedgehog’s secret recipe, you found yourself asking him what made them so different from any others you’d had before, to which Sonic simply replied with a grin, “They’re made with love.”
A cheesy answer, but you accepted it and continued to eat the tasty confection.
Sometime later, when everyone had already eaten their first plates, seconds were underway. You watched as Sonic was immediately at the big table again like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He piled on more turkey and mashed potatoes with a spoonful of gravy on each. He grabs one of Silver’s croissants and nestles it into the side of the mashed potatoes so he’d have more room on his plate. You watch fondly, sighing happily to see the hedgehog so excitedly pick and choose from the foods.
But then, suddenly, Sonic stops. His brow creases and he stands there as if thinking. Then, to your confusion, he starts putting the food back. The croissant goes back onto the tray with all the others, a fork is used to scrape the turkey and mashed potatoes back into their containers, Sonic eventually hands off the plate to Tails, saying he got him some more food. The fox, none the wiser, thanks his older brother.
You watch with even more confusion as Sonic walks over to the couch and sits beside you, simply watching his friends get their helpings of seconds.
“Why’d you stop?” You ask suddenly and rather bluntly, making the hedgehog turn to you in surprise. He gives a “Hm?”, not quite understanding what you meant.
“Why’d you put your food back?” You rephrase, and Sonic blushes faintly, averting his gaze now.
“Oh, you saw that… I just wasn’t that hungry.” He gives a quick answer. Boy, was he a bad liar.
“You were piling turkey on your plate like it was going out of style or something.” You chuckle, shuffling closer on the couch. “C’mon, what stopped you? You looked so excited to have more.”
Sonic purses his lips, tapping a finger as he contemplates telling you. Finally, he sighs, looking at you again with a blush still dusting his cheeks. “I’ve been… trying to watch my figure lately. I gained a few pounds recently and… I dunno, I think I should cut back on the food for a bit.” He admits, then shrugs as if it were nothing.
You simply stare at him in utter shock, today was Thanksgiving, that kind of thinking should not matter, let alone be allowed. And now that you thought about it, Sonic did look a little softer, more squishy, if you will. You’d assumed it was his winter coat growing in, but no, his tummy definitely had a certain crease to it as he sits beside you now. It looked… cute.
“Dude, no.” You begin, very forward. “Today is Thanksgiving, it’s like… national food day! Today is the day you eat till your heart's content, no restrictions, and certainly no diets.”
Sonic simply stares at you in hesitance, not knowing what to say or think, to which you sigh with a chuckle. “And what’s wrong with having some chub? I think it’s cute. You should be allowed to enjoy yourself and feel comfortable in your own body.” You say sincerely, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I-I get that, it’s just…” Sonic sighs, throwing up a random gesture as he can’t find the words. “I dunno…”
Rolling your eyes, you take Sonic by the hand and lead him off the couch and over to the table that housed all the food. The hedgehog doesn’t protest, and once he’s up close and smells the food again, you can hear his stomach growl with need.
You grab a plate and turn to him. “Now, tell me, what were you at least thinking about having again?”
It takes Sonic a moment to respond as he was distracted by everything before him. “Well… Amy’s pumpkin pie was really good—”
Immediately, you place a slice onto the plate, then wait for further instruction. Sonic realizes what you’re doing and can’t help but smile. “Uh, the turkey and mashed potatoes obviously, with gravy.” He points, and you pile on each as much as you saw him do before. You also grab a croissant and nestle it into the mashed potatoes just like he did.
After a bit, there’s pretty much one of everything on the big plate. With no space left, you two head back to the couch and hand Sonic his plate. “See? That wasn’t so hard, now dig in.”
The hedgehog takes it gingerly, his fork is poised at the plate, unsure of where to start first. Eventually he decides the turkey makes the most sense and shovels a big forkful into his mouth, smacking his lips to pick up any excess gravy. Next, he goes for the mashed potatoes, and you can’t help but smile at the way some of the white puffs get stuck to his muzzle.
You casually watch him eat, enjoying how he mixes some foods, leaves others be, and makes cute little noises at the flavors. He seemed to be saving the pumpkin pie for last, since it’s the last thing left untouched on the plate. When Sonic finally takes a bite of it, he moans in delight from the cinnamon flavor dancing on his tongue. “I gotta get Amy’s recipe for this…” He comments.
Once the slice of pie is done, the plate is completely bare save for a few crumbs. Sonic leans back against the couch, sighing contently as he pats his belly with a gloved hand. A small burp escapes him, which he faintly blushes at. “You were right, heh… this food is too good.” He huffs happily.
“Hm, you could use some more turkey though…” You think aloud, eyeing Sonic’s belly and how it poked out a little bit more now, but it wasn’t quite as full as you wanted… not yet.
“Huh?” Sonic turns to you, confused, but you merely smile at him, take his plate, and head towards the table again. He attempts to stand up and follow you, but you stop him with a gentle hand.
“No, you just relax. Don’t worry, I’ll be back~” You promise, trailing a finger up from the hedgehog’s belly to his chest before briefly cupping his face in your palm. Sonic is left flushed as a pleasant shiver runs down his spine. He watches you pile up his plate again, more turkey and mashed potatoes, macaroni, another croissant, another slice of pumpkin pie, and this time, a cup of club soda.
Sonic watches you return with a slightly wary look on his face, but you simply hand the plate back to him and sit back down beside him. The hedgehog gulped, he already felt satisfied but the food looked so good. He should indulge himself though, right? Right. He takes his fork again and begins once more with the turkey, unable to help the soft moan he makes at the rich flavor. Vanilla had really outdone herself this time.
You watch him once more in complete adoration, it’s so cute now he stuffs his face. Sonic takes sips of the club soda in between eating, and it works just like you’d hoped because a few minutes later, an undignified burp escapes him. His face blossoms red and he averts his gaze, mumbling a quiet “..excuse me…”
“That cleared up some room, right?” You ask, and the hedgehog thinks for a moment before nodding.
“Actually… yeah, I think that got rid of some of the air I had trapped.” He goes back to eating with newfound enthusiasm.
Some time later, the plate is about three fourths of the way through when Sonic huffs, placing it on his lap. “Ugh, I can’t eat anymore, I’m full…” He starts to slowly massage his belly (which has gotten bigger) with a gloved hand.
“Full, but not stuffed.” You think (keeping the thought in your head this time), taking his plate and seeing what he has left.
“But there’s still a bit left,” You reason, scooping up turkey onto the fork along with some macaroni. “You’re almost done, now open wide~” You aim the fork at his mouth.
Sonic keens and, slowly, he opens his mouth with a soft noise before you gently feed him the food. “I know you can finish, you got this.” You give gentle encouragement as you continue to feed him.
You hear the hedgehog’s stomach groan as every new mouthful of food falls in with the rest. Chaos, his tummy looked so cute when it was bloated like this. It reminded you of a peach, the roundness of it accompanied by how soft his fur looked. A small burp leaves Sonic, which he covers with a hand. “So cute…” You think.
Eventually, everything on the plate is gone except for the pumpkin pie again, the best for last. Just as you’re about to stab the fork into it, Sonic raises a hand. “Mmh~ n-no more… hah, I’m too full..” He pants slightly, ears pinned back, face flushed pink, and his belly groaning and churning as he weakly rubs it.
“Oh…” You say, pretending you didn’t notice. “It’s just one last slice. You’ve been doing amazing so far, I know you can manage this last piece.” You encourage sweetly.
Sonic whines at the praise, opening his mouth to say something. “I don’t—” But it’s cut off as a forkful of pumpkin pie is placed in his mouth.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetie.” You scold softly, watching as Sonic chews the piece of pie before swallowing thickly. He wants to protest, but can’t really bring himself to. Chaos that pie tasted so good… and the way you were just feeding it to him…
Halfway done with the slice of pie, Sonic whimpers, “I… I can’t… ughh, I really can’t…” He hiccups, gloved hand cupping his aching belly, doing his best to try and soothe it. “I feel like I’m gonna pop…”
Bingo.
You tut, simply shaking your head. “That won’t do, there’s only half of the slice left. It’d be a shame if it were to go to waste…” You aim another forkful at his mouth, and Sonic only opens wide once more. He couldn’t deny you, couldn’t resist you.
With a final forkful, the pumpkin pie is gone, and the plate is once again spotless. As soon as you set the plate down and out of the way, you hear Sonic moan in pain. You’re immediately there to comfort him, distracting him from the taut and overstuffed feeling in his stomach with head scratches.
“I’m so proud of you Sonic, you ate everything on your plate, and I couldn’t be happier.” You praise, earning a whine from the hedgehog. “I just had to make sure you were well fed~”
You look down at his belly to see it so, so full. You feel a deep sense of pride in knowing you did that. You bring a hand to that warm, overstuffed belly, gently moving Sonic’s out of the way and giving an experimental press. The hedgehog moans again, falling limp on the couch as he closes his eyes, panting as he tries to form a coherent sentence. “Hah, mmmgh~… m’gonna pop.. oh..”
“Shhhh...” You sooth, beginning to massage and press at his belly in all the right ways. Immediately Sonic melts at that, and you take the opportunity to maneuver yourselves so that he lays atop you, your chest pressed against his back, continuing to rub and massage his overstuffed belly.
Sonic begins purring, completely surrendered to the pleasant feeling and power you have over him. You find air bubbles along the way, working them out and making Sonic occasionally burp or hiccup softly, face red every time. You simply marvel at him, how he could fit so much food in that little body never ceased to impress you. You’d found the bottom of Sonic’s stomach, three full plates of thanksgiving dinner and a club soda later. Briefly, you wondered if you could surpass this limit next time…
“No,” You think, chuckling. “We don’t want to overdo it now, do we?”
“Mmh, my guts are churning…” Sonic whines. His stomach was working overtime to digest all this food, and with all the blood rushing there, it left his body (most of all his head) feeling warm and floaty.
You kiss him on the side of his head, gently shushing him again and cooing sweet nothings in his ear as you continue your delicate work on his belly. He was right though, you could feel it under your palm, the churning and gurgling, it mixes with the hedgehog’s purring, creating a sound you quite like.
Sonic eventually falls asleep in your arms, but that doesn’t stop his purring or you from continuing to massage his belly. Sigh, you could stay like this forever…
Eventually, Vanilla passes by you two and looks inquisitively at Sonic, to which you smile with a soft laugh. “You outdid yourself this year, Vanilla. Sonic couldn’t get enough of your turkey.”