Part XXV: Time for Food

This day, I'm giving praise to the lifeblood that keeps my feet moving, my limbs strong, and my innards as warm and gold as Super Sonic.

Food.

Sonic nearly fell off the couch and hit his head because of the scent! "My gods!" He exclaimed, the sobs disappeared from his enlivened voice. "Could it be? Is my nose lying?" He scrambled off the couch and hurried into the kitchen, Amy laughing at him.

And, to be honest, Sonic was rather an object of laughter just at the moment.

His eyes were wide and wet, the fur on his quills tingling with wild longing, his mouth hung slightly open, his tongue panting like a dog's. His little tail was wagging so ferociously that it seemed to shake his entire body. His gloves were slipping off his hands, and even the features that had been frightening before turned madly hilarious, as in a cartoon.

"My! What a change you've gone through!" Amy gasped through her laughter. "I daresay I can't believe you were crying just moments ago!"

It might've hurt Amy to know this, but Sonic wasn't really paying attention to her at the moment. Her words he heard, yes, but they were unimportant. He was staring at the food. "Amy…how?" He breathed. His stomach crimpled him, and he pressed his palms against it as it rumbled and growled, begging to devour the food. Quiet, you. He told it mentally. You'll be filled soon enough. My gods! I'll sleep! True, as, for the most part, Sonic had not really slept much outside of faints for weeks now. This realization crippled him further, and he yawned, starting to look sickly again.

Amy triumphantly produced the Duplicator in pride. "This little invention of Tails'. Good thing for it, too."

"Gods bless the little fox!" Sonic moaned hungrily, turning his wild eyes towards her. "And thank you, too, Amy! Gods bless you!"

The smile disappeared from her face as his eyes met hers. They were terrifying now, and unfitting. More like the desirous eyes of a hungry vampire than a heroic blue hedgehog! He noted her change in mood and flew towards her on the wind.

"Don't worry, dear," he soothed, stroking her cheek with his bony fingertips. "I know my eyes frighten you." His forehead pressed against hers. He felt a little feverish, but that would turn to pleasure warmth in minutes. "They won't be here forever, though! Once I eat, they'll be back to normal." His body moved elegantly against hers, so that they were touching all over, though the pressure was very slight.

"So, eat, then." Amy teased, flicking his nose.

Sonic pulled back in surprise, and rested his lips against hers in a fleeting, yet loving manner before pouncing into the feast. Amy smiled and left the room, the kiss still fresh on her lips.

Sonic could taste chilidogs, and he could feel their warmth in his belly as he chowed down, but he had no idea how much he'd eaten. Taking a breath, he looked hungrily at the mountains of chilidogs, huge cooked turkeys, stuffed chickens, barbeque ribs, and steaks galore all around him. A shiver reverberated throughout his body and he fell upon it again.

He could chew and swallow down the chilidogs easily, and he never got ill from their taste. He was almost upset when they were all gone, but he soon forgot this and set to the ribs and the steaks without thinking much. As he had finished tearing through these, he noted his fingers were no longer bone and his ribs were beginning to disappear. He felt like whooping, but instead his stomach called him to the chickens, and he ate without remorse.

By the time he was finished with these, he was feeling quite overwhelmed. He looked pretty normal now, pallor gone, eyes light and weightless, face filled out, and dark rib lines erased. As he ran his fingers down his thin frame (they filled out his gloves again!), he realized the skin there hurt from being pressed against his ribs for so long. He was upset to find himself nearly content. "Come on, tummy!" He demanded aloud. "You bugged me to exhaustion these months of illness! Do me a favor and give me more room down there! I'm feeling hungry yet!"

A dizzying fit of growling overwhelmed his body, and Sonic fell back for a moment, a headache bothering him. When he'd sat back up, shaking his head to clear it, he laughed. "Okay, that's a bit too much." He admitted jokingly, devouring the turkey nearest to him, forcing the tasty bird down into his gullet and taking down another one. If you were to watch, you would see nothing but a blur, and the food be slowly depleted.

Sonic reached for more turkey, but came up empty handed. He tossed aside his gloves ad sighed. He was still hungry. He wanted to be so full that his stomach would at last complain to a different tune! Then, he smelled chocolate and his eyes lit up.

A delicious chocolate cake and several pies greeted his eyes. Sonic tossed back his head and laughed like a madman, tossing the cake down his throat by the handful and erasing the pies from their pans.

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Sonic burped loudly and reached for his gloves again. He was sleepy, his body finally heavy. He was plump now, stomach stiff and raised and full. It wasn't quite complaining, but the feel was a relief to Sonic.

I'm tired, but I'm normal. He smiled. I got there! I got back to normal! Wait till Amy sees me now! He was about to call her, but he decided he was much too sleepy to be disturbed. He slipped out of the kitchen and collapsed into the couch, his snores soft but present, as he slept deeply and dreamed happily of the mounds of food fueling his body now.

Sonic is full once again, but what will happen now? Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion!

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Or…will it be the conclusion? Oh well! You'll just have to wait and see! ;P