Some Sort of Embarrassing
Txin // Story © [TXiN] of Furaffinity
Sonic the Hedgehog // Setting © Archie Comics

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Let me tell you something before I start on this anecdote, shall I? I love my job. I love the fact I’m some form of god of a sort; sure, I’m far from perfect, and I’m a little incompetent… but heck. Who isn’t?
My name is Txinairy DeLancy, as I’ve named myself rather smugly. I’m a robot, you see. Made of nanites and probably some form of magical pixie dust; I don’t know fully what Oz is, nor do I care. The point is I have the innate ability to do whatever the hell I want whenever and wherever I feel like it.
And for the day of the story? I felt like messing with someone special.
So I did.

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It was a decent Monday morning in New Mobotropolis; a city of the Mobians, an anthromorphic race of animals with a civilization all their own, fighting against evil. Cute story, isn’t it? Of course it is! Little woodland creatures on two legs, dressed like humans, fighting robots? I find that adorable.
My opinions aside; my target of the day was a slender blue creature known to this world as Sonic the Hedgehog. Of course, you probably know him too - it’s hard not to, love him or hate him or wish his gods dead. Either way; he was on the menu.
He was residing in his own home with his family at the time - or well, he would have been. His parents had left the home early to attend a rather odd festival - the animals got around to celebrating something involving the one known as Princess Sally. Sonic was … still asleep, of course, he’d told his mother he’d be along shortly, but little did he know he’d… make it, but not in the way he planned.
How did I know? Well. I’d been in his room all day, arms crossed, balancing on my tail. It was funny how no one saw me although I was at the foot of his bed, just… sitting there. Then again I’d forced myself into invisibility; but still, I found it shocking no less. I always did.
Peeking at the hedgehog, I watched him stir quietly, frowning at him. Looking both ways, and sensing no eyes other than mine on him, I shifted my shape, taking the form of a hologram known locally as NICOLE. She’d created a shape for herself, a lynx type beast. Easy enough to replicate.
“Sonic,” I said quietly, my voice low and metallic. “Sonic? You’re going to be late,” I announced, lifting my brows. I perked my ears, nearly teleporting to the side of his bed with how quickly I moved my nanites. This whole city was made of them - it was easy enough to blend in. “Sonic.”
“Nicooooooooleeeee…” The hedgehog moaned, taking the pillow he’d been laying on and flopping onto his belly, slamming the pillow over his head. “Mmnph… I’m up…”
“Today is Sally’s celebration. You’re late. And you’re going to be even more late if you don’t hurry up.”
“I can get ready and be there in a blink of an eye,” he waved his hand at me dismissively. I shook my head. “I’ll get there, don’t worry.” He tucked his arm back into the covers and resumed his vegetative state, shuffling lightly. 
I only crossed my arms all over again, letting a grin slide across my face. Oh, this would be fun. It would be easy… and it would be big.
“Last chance before I use force, Sonic.” I warned him quietly.
“Mmn… I’ll be fine, Nicole, beat it…”
I shook my head once more with that pleased grin. I’d make this effective as I could, and suitable for the festival… what was a festival without huge floats, after all…?
I snapped my fingers and resumed my normal form, my feet slamming against his wooden floor loudly. He didn’t stir. Idiot. I padded forward, flexing my tail. So many methods…
I cracked my knuckles and grinned fiercely. I took a hand on my thick forearm and dropped my limb onto the ground. Like it was made of sand-clay, it morphed to my specifications. My forearm turned into a huge tank, the connecting joint to my shoulder morphing into a long, slender hose, my shoulder joint into a mouthpiece, like on a diver’s tank.
My arm reformed quickly. It wasn’t a trouble.
I took the mouthpiece and added a few … differences to it. Namely a band around it, so it wouldn’t come off. It would slip around his head perfectly - hurrah for elastic.
I knelt onto his bed and did so, taking the headband and wrapping it around his head, placing the mouthpiece into his snoring maw. I shut his mouth around it for him, adding a few nanites around the base so it would stick to his mouth.
“Mph?” Sonic opened his eyes. He wasn’t happy, instantly, not having use of his mouth.
“I warned you ~” I said in NICOLE’s voice, grinning. I used my tail to twist the valve on the makeshift tank. The hose slid to life, and instantly began to churn out pressure into the hedgehog’s body.
“H-hmh?!” The hedgehog let out a cry, his sheet flying off as his eyes shrunk a few sizes, looking like little green peas on his head. He was looking down at his belly, which had grown a little more… shapely than usual. It was shoving him off the bed, nearly; he’d been sleeping on the edge, and now he was paying for it.
I morphed back into NICOLE as quickly as I could, hovering above the ground, grinning smugly downwards as my prey. “Mmmm…” I hummed gently. His eyes slid to the side as he rolled onto his back, hands clutching his growing belly, confused. He felt around it as it swelled. He looked like a woman in her last trimester. He was steadily getting plumper in other areas, his cheeks puffed up with the pressure the mouthpiece was causing. His upper arms and upper legs were thicker now, looking more like he was simply plump. His chest was plumping up like he had a tight shirt over it.
“Q… qu… quit it!” He mumbled, eyes wide and pleading. His fingers were digging into his gut.
“Hmm…” I scratched my chin. “I don’t see that happening.” I said quite honestly, as I had no intention of stopping nor letting him go in any way, shape or form until his body had taken enough punishment.
“Pl… Ni… Nich…” He stammered; I only shook my head and put my paw over the valve of the tank… and twisted it until it stopped moving. But I found quickly I didn’t… want it to stop there. Despite the fact the hose was an inch thick now with the sheer pressure of the helium and Sonic had gone silent thanks to the same reason, I felt like it wasn’t… going fast enough for the legendary speedster.
Sonic looked at himself in disbelief, arms too pressurized to hold onto himself anymore. His arms and legs were pinned to the sides as if tied, his feet puffing up so fast his socks ripped along the toes, hands blowing up like rubber gloves. The gloves on them shivered and split along the wrist and the palm as the pajamas he’d went to bed with began to whine. The buttons along his middle began to scream lightly as the seams on his pants popped one by one, letting his sheer size poke through.
With a few faint pops, the buttons on his pants and shirt flew off like projectiles. Using what knowledge I had of NICOLE, I put up a barrier to deflect them onto the floor harmlessly until his shirt was fully unbuttoned. This was amusing, because after the shirt was no more than tight scrap across his back, the helium began to take effect, the hedgehog slowly hovering off of the bed, his eyes wide. He flailed his puffy hands something fierce; he wanted down, obviously. He wanted to be deflated and left alone, too.
Yeah, and I wanted a nice big blue blimp. And I was going to get it no matter what he cared about. I even put my hands on my hips for emphasis that I wasn’t budging.
So, as I mentioned before? The tank was churning out helium too slowly for my tastes, and after he began to float, I decided I was done being bored with the speed.
Nanite magic applied once more, I messed with the tank a bit… putting much more nanite-based helium inside of it… messing with how thick the hose could get… and finally, how far the valve would turn.
“MMPH!” Sonic cried, flapping his hands and kicking his feet feebly as his back was on the ceiling, his bloated face looking downward. “MMMMM! MM! MMPH!”
I turned the valve another few tight angles until the hose began to bloat out as if it was in an overly-animated cartoon. Sonic didn’t like that one bit, especially when his clothing ripped off entirely with the newfound, godly pressure the tank was spewing forth.
Left stark naked, huge, and vulnerable, were obviously some of his buttons. The hedgehog looked down at me furiously. There was no point in hiding who I was anymore. He knew I wasn’t NICOLE because I’d broken character.
I dropped the guise of the brown-black lynx and crossed my arms with a sickening grin. Upon seeing a robot on the other end of the tank, his eyes widened a whole lot more; fear, anxiety… defiance. He thought I was from Eggman, no doubt. I wouldn’t be shocked.
“You’re turning out great.” I shouted up to him, watching with total amusement as he filled up the ceiling of his round room. “Nice, big… I’m sure Sally’ll love you.”
Sonic went pale, of course at the thought of being seen like this by his lover. This would be interesting, oh, so interesting. He shook his head the best he could, his body no more than a huge, rounded out ball with hands and feet crudely stuck onto his sides. He was full. Now all that was left was to see how far he could stretch…
“Mm… mmph…” He moaned quietly. His eyes looked sad. And then angry. He began to shake his head violently, trying to shake the harness.
So Sonic… got bigger, and bigger. He stretched beyond any size any normal balloon could even dream of. In fact, he had filled his room so much that I had to kneel down on the floor to even ‘stand’.
And that’s when I heard it. The loud moaning of either the hedgehog’s body giving up on holding all the helium… or the house.
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I looked at Sonic, looking through him. Programs in my head were running to calculate his volume, his capacity… anything I could do to determine what was making that noise. If it was the belly that was pressing tightly against my back, it was a big, big problem.
I switched my vision into heat - the helium was cold, which lowered Sonic to nearly transparent on my radar. The wood around him however was turning bright red. It was the house.
“Heh,” I grinned and covered my ears, tail wagging madly.
With an ear-splitting bang, the hedgehog floated upwards as if a weight had been cut from him, bobbing up into the air above, attached to the ground only by the hose pumping pressure into his taut body. The roof of his room had blown off.
“Now just for the fun part.” I grinned devilishly, grabbed the tank, and took hold of the hose.
This part was tricky, since for all my abilities, teleportation was not one of them. I needed on the hedgehog’s back, but the question of how came to mind.
Wrapping the tank with my tail, I grabbed the hose… and scaled upwards to the hedgehog. My intense weight pulled him down. The moment I was close enough to his face, I grabbed the harness I’d slammed on him earlier and swung onto his plumped, tight back. He felt hard as a rock. He’d explode soon.
“Hang in there, blue boy!” I called, slapping him hard on the back, his whole body making a hollow ‘whump’. “We’re going to that pretty lady’s party.” I grinned as Sonic made his muffled protests.
The tank kept churning and churning as I pressed him along the sky, steering him like some kind of demented horse. He was floating low thanks to my weight, but otherwise, this was easy enough.

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After a few minutes, we eclipsed the party ground. Heads turned. People pointed. This was great.
“See? You’re getting attention!” I assured the hedgehog, standing on him. Of course, it wasn’t the sort of attention he desired. By now though it was final, sealed in stone; err, rubber…? Fuck it, it was sealed in something.
Sonic was done; and by done I meant ripened. His body was transparent to the point where I could see the people below, pointing and observing. Shined as if polished. And now his body was giving out moans of protest; it had too much pressure built up inside of it, and the only thing stopping him from popping was me holding onto the hose.
“Woops.” I uttered quietly, looking down at the people through the blue-tan tinted window Sonic was unintentionally providing. If they saw me, they’d remember me. Thinking rather quickly, I forced my body to change blue as best as possible, since turning invisible while moving was… not… very effective, nor intelligent.
“I gotta run, Sonic. It was nice to play with you though!” I put one hand on my hip. And I saluted him with the other hand.
And well. I don’t think things through all the time, call it a side effect of being insane. But this time I was going to pay for it - I’d let go of the hose I’d been gripping to tightly, letting the huge ball of trapped air I’d been accidentally holding back to slide forwards rapidly, towards its over-inflated target -- Sonic.
“Oh, big fucking woops…” I managed, my ears low on my head.
The noise that resulted was one that had everyone’s attention - the big blue Sonic balloon in the sky that everyone had been pointing at had gulped down that huge wad of helium, and that caused several small leaks across his frame, hissing loudly before he did what all balloons are fated to do.
He popped. Exploded. Shattered. Whatever term you prefer, he did it.
And whatever term you prefer for falling down two-hundred feet or so? I was doing that, flapping my arms feebly. The fall wouldn’t kill me, but that didn’t mean it was perfectly okay! No one likes falling!
I landed on a metallic foot-paw in the woods nearby the fairgrounds, shaking my head free, trying to get the ringing out of my ears. God, that was a GREAT explosion! … but ow, man, my world was spinning.
And that’s when karma bit me in the ass, like it always does, of course. A hurdling blue meteor slammed into the back of my head, sending me face first into a nice plow of mud.
Dazed, I pulled my head up and held it. … it left a dent. Damn.
Looking over my shoulder I saw the catalyst -- a -very- unconscious blue hedgehog, mouth hanging open. He dropped along with me, since the only thing that popped was his… … well hell, I don’t know how it works exactly, but the bottom line was he didn’t have a mark on him at all~! .. Aside from the bump on his head from slamming into me.
“Sonic? Was that… Are you okay? Sonic!” A voice called; a woman. Ohhhh shit, man. “Sonic?!”
Thinking quickly, I put my hands together and formed a bouquet of red roses. Slipping them into the unconscious hedgehog’s paw, I made my exit via zone-hop.
I’m not quite sure what happened after that, as once I leave a dimension I can’t monitor the happenings, but. The party had blue and tan confetti, a huge balloon, and from what I’ve heard on the ‘Zone Highway’, Sonic scored with the princess.
So I guess it all worked out in the end.
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I should fuck with people more often.

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The End!
Thanks for reading this piece of shit.