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The mood swings. The nausea. The cramps. Rouge dismissed all of these symptoms. Then, her period was a week late. It was two weeks late. It... never came. Rouge enjoyed her spicy dalliance with Knuckles. The echidna did not often have business on the planet's surface, but when he did, he always made time to visit her. As Rouge reflected on their casual rutting, she smiled. She recalled that the man had a special interest in feeding her during their tantric lovemaking. Her smile turned downward when her mind brought her back to the present day. As fun as it had been, it had landed her with a pregnancy. Below her, Angel Island flourished with tropical jungles of vibrant, green foliage. She flew through a bright, blue sky lit by a hot sun. Within the heart of the jungle, a clearing opened around a vast, stone altar. Atop the altar sat a large, green emerald, the Master Emerald. The sight struck Rouge with nostalgia. It had been there that she'd first encountered the stupid echidna. Her flapping slowed, allowing her to descend gracefully. Drifting down, the air thickened with humidity around her. Her boots tapped down on the altar. Long and tight, her white boots shaped her svelte calves. Her black suit clung to her thick thighs, womanly hips, and a pronounced rump. It also clung to her stomach. No longer a flat surface, her middle curved outward slightly. To an external viewer, it may have looked like a big lunch, but Rouge knew the life stirring within. She stroked it with a mixture of frustration and anticipation. Above, her enormous boobs sat in a bright, pink bust. She could hardly imagine that those things were supposed to get even bigger in the coming months. Knuckles' bellowing, guttural shout hammered her ears. "HEY!" Rouge recoiled. "Calm down. It's just me." Knuckles leapt atop the altar's opposite side. His big shoes--you know what they say about guys with big shoes--they clopped loudly on the stone surface. His lean legs were nonetheless toned, taut with musculature down his calves and quads. His beef was all in his upper body, with a tasty six-pack and wide, rugged pecs. Thick biceps and forearms bulged down to his big, manly hands. Those hands had held her, groped her, pleased her. The grimace on his long snout quickly changed to a blank expression of surprise. "Oh." "Is that all you have to say?" Rouge put a hand to her hip. With a stroke of his chin, Knuckles approached her. "Uhhh. What's up?" "Knuckles. Baby. I know you aren't the brightest jewel around, but even you must be able to see this." She framed her rounded belly in two hands. "I'm pregnant." Knuckles smiled joyfully. "That's amazing news. Who's the father?" Rouge stepped back. "Excuse me?! You can really be an asshole sometimes." But Knuckles just scratched the back of his head. "Okay. Erm, sorry. I was just curious." The insinuation that Rouge slept around was insulting, but he clearly hadn't intended that as his meaning. She grabbed his shoulders. "It's you!" His jaw dropped. "Me? That's incredible!" Knuckles threw his arms around Rouge and squeezed her tight, painfully constricting her shoulders and lungs. Rouge coughed. "Take it easy. I still need to breathe." Knuckles relaxed his hug. "I'm just so happy. I'm gonna be a dad." "That makes one of us. I didn't see myself raising a little anteater. I'm not even sure if it's going to come out in an egg or what." He looked her in the eyes. "I just know you're going to make a great mom." His genuine, purehearted emotion was too much for Rouge. She looked away. "Heh, okay. Thanks." From behind Knuckles, an echidna woman approached. She had a meek, slender build. Over her orange hide, she wore a leather skirt on her slight hips and a canvas top on her delicate breasts. She held a hand to her chest. "Hello?" Knuckles backed from the hug to face the echidna. "Coral, I'm glad you're here. I want you to meet Rouge." The woman, Coral, offered her hand to Rouge. "Pleased to meet you." Rouge shook it. "The pleasure's mine, I'm sure." She looked to Knuckles. "Aren't you the last echidna?" A wide grin lit up his face. "Not any more. I recently made contact with a village of echidnas on the surface. A few of them have decided to move to Angel Island. We're going to repopulate the island as stewards of the Master Emerald. You're going to love them, I just know it." Rouge held her hands up. "Sounds great. I don't know if I have time to meet them right now, though." Knuckles' brow furrowed. "You're not leaving, are you?" She cackled. "I just came here to tell you I'm pregnant. I don't know if I'm even going to keep it." He held his hands out, pleading. "You should stay here. I'll take care of you. The tribe will take care of you. Our child will be the first member of a new society." Rouge couldn't fathom living here, let alone raising a child with her dimwitted boy toy. Knuckles placed one arm around her back and put a hand to her stomach. His grip was so warm, so comforting. It felt like home. "Were you serious when you said you didn't know if you would keep our baby?" She put her hand over his. "I wasn't before. But I am now." Rouge's life had been one of service to herself. She had chased one gemstone after the other. That same thrilling lifestyle had drawn her into sex with Knuckles. So, when casual fucking led her to produce a child, it was somehow both strange and apt. She was now responsible for nourishing and sustaining another life. In Knuckles' arms, she looked forward to that future. * * * * * Every meal had to be a goddamn feast with Knuckles. When Rouge had moved onto Angel Island, she worried about the amenities. She would find no coffee shop around the corner, she would have no hot showers, and a grilled chicken salad was about half a world away. Surprisingly, those took care of themselves. Rouge had no need for caffeine in a luxurious paradise where she could nap whenever she wanted. She never needed a hot shower when there was an echidna or two to bathe her. As for the last one, Rouge found that the echidnas' ant diet was quite appetizing, with an alluring, nutty flavor livened by savory notes. The food was great, but the portion sizes were another matter. Rouge stood naked in her dwelling, the one she shared with Knuckles. Walls of adobe blocked the searing sunlight and cast the home in a cool shade. They didn't need much, just enough room for a bed and a closet. The former was fine, a surprisingly soft mattress of straw wrapped in animal hide. The latter was difficult to maintain. Without elastic to meet her growing physique, Rouge cycled through clothes at an alarming rate. Knuckles knelt by her feet. He lifted a canvas skirt, her largest one, up from the floor. Its waistband caught on her fat thighs. "This feels kind of tight. Are you sure?" Rouge looked down, but she couldn't see him past her huge belly and immense tits. Her belly had grown so big that she couldn't bend to get her own skirt on. "Yes. That is my largest skirt, and I am not going out there naked. He jerked the skirt up higher. It cinched her thighs, cutting painfully into her flesh. "Still?" She scoffed. "Is it around my hips? No. Then keep going." Knuckles grunted as he tugged the skirt ever higher. He pulled the waistband between her thighs and the pendulous fat hanging from her stomach. However, the skirt caught on her butt. He moved to her backside. One hand lowered to grip the waistband. His other hand groped her ass cheek and pushed it down. Between the waistband and his hand, her ass felt like it was getting juiced. It was a painful tightness, but it was necessary to clothe herself. Her ass popped a few threads. That wasn't great, but it would have to do. The skirt uttered a tiny tear, which at least eased some pressure. Then, one loud, mighty rip relieved her compressed fat, and she felt the waistband break away from her ass. Still, she felt it between her belly and thighs. Her fat was so voluminous and heavy that it kept the skirt in place. He pulled out the torn skirt. It had ripped right down the side, leaving it as one long sheet of canvas. "Sorry, babe." Rouge huffed. "Well, I'm not going out like this." Knuckles shrugged. "Okay. I'll go down to the market and pick up breakfast for you." She wagged her index finger. "Oh, no no. You always get me way too much." Her stomach grumbled. It shook with guttural growls to ask for food. He chuckled. "You've gotta eat something. You really don't need to wear clothes here, I swear. It's not like the surface. They're just for comfort, and right now, you don't seem to be too comfortable in clothes. But, if you insist on staying here without clothing, I could just go and get you something to eat--" "No. I'll go." Rouge pushed Knuckles aside and stepped outside. The echidna tribe had built a bustling metropolis right in the heart of the jungle. Rouge stepped out onto a street paved with tiles the color of sand. It interlocked with other streets, which connected residences and businesses. Lush bushes and tall trees filled the gaps between buildings. Echidnas bustled to and fro, engaged with the day's work. The bright sun meant it was at least 8 or 9 in the morning. An echidna man in a long sarong walked by. "Morning." He was polite, but not overly so. Rouge slowly waved hello, still unused to nudity etiquette. She looked down the street to the market square. Knuckles accompanied her as she walked there. As they walked along, Rouge appreciated the feeling of warm sun and mild breeze across her pregnant body. There were certainly worse places to be naked. An echidna woman walked past her. The woman's plump calves bounced, and her tubby thighs rubbed together in her tight skirt. Her bulbous gut jutted forward and over her waistband. Between her chubby arms, two heavy breasts laid across her belly in a strapless top. Her smile pursed her round cheeks. "Hello." Rouge tried to smile back. "Hey there." Greeting people naked would take some getting used to. Once the woman passed, Rouge nudged Knuckles. "Tell me something. Are echidna women always so meaty?" Knuckles shook his head. "No. I mean, I don't think so. Everyone was thin on the surface. Up here, they've been, you know, plumping up." "But just the women? Come on." He smirked. "I know what it is, but you're going to tell me I'm wrong." She rolled her eyes. "What else is new? Tell me anyway." Knuckles' brows focused, and he spoke in a full, earnest tone. "You're our fertility goddess. That has an impact on people. And I don't mean the normal way, like they look at you and imitate you. I mean like, there's actual magic inside of you that's growing these women." Reflexively, Rouge blew a raspberry. "I don't know what I expected. But, I'll tell you what. It's sweet, and I'm glad you think of me that way." She wrapped an arm around Knuckles' shoulders and planted a smooch on his gruff cheek. They entered a big, paved clearing. Wooden stalls lined the clearing on all four sides, selling everything from clothes and art to jewelry. Tables and chairs filled the center of the market square, and most of them were filled with chattering echidnas. Across the square, Rouge spotted her favorite eatery. An older echidna man, stocky with a salt and pepper beard, leaned against a counter. Behind him, a collection of pots and pans bubbled and smoked. Rouge waddled her way through the square. Even with her softest steps and daintiest gait, she couldn't stop her whole body from wobbling all over. Her plump feet plapped the solid tile under her. Her calves wagged, while her thighs trembled in short bounces. Her hips, wider by the day, swayed side to side. They threw her butt left and right, scraping its lard sideways along her thighs and clapping its protruding cheeks into each other. She placed her foot forward and tried to step past a chair, but her swinging rump knocked it to the ground. Rouge gained a new appreciation for clothing. She had no idea how raucous a fat, jiggly ass could be. She couldn't bend down to get the chair, but Knuckles knew that. He picked it up after she moved along. While she walked, her thighs kneaded her mound, which itself had grown to more than a handful. No one could see that, though, since her belly rolled halfway down her thighs and obscured her crotch. Her lower belly flopped against her legs, while her upper belly bulged in a taut dome. It was the only thing on her that didn't jiggle and ripple and shake. For all the fat layering her body, she still looked very pregnant. As expected of an expectant mother, Rouge's tits had swelled as well. They overtook her belly and billowed beyond. Rouge's hips were too thick to fit between two sitting echidnas, and so, she turned sideways. Accidentally, she whacked her fat tit into the man sitting before her. She stepped forward, dragging her breast off of his scalp, and looked back to apologize. "Sorry about that." The man chuckled with a blush. "No need." With that, she had reached her destination. She looked to the bearded echidna standing behind the counter. He returned her look. "What can I do for you?" "Just an order of deep fried ants, thank you." The man turned his back. From his side, he took a big palm leaf, and he laid it out flat on the counter. Then, he grabbed a small net on a handle. He dunked it into a boiling pot of yellow liquid, and he dredged up a huge scoop of breaded ants. He held them in the air a few moments while steam wafted upward and oil dripped down. After that, he dumped the ants onto the leaf with a greasy splat. It was a massive heap that looked big enough to stuff Rouge twice over. He held up the leaf in two hands. "Careful, they're still hot." Rouge took it in two hands, and she could feel the number of ants by how heavy the leaf was. "Sheesh, is this the normal serving size?" The deep fried ants wafted an intoxicating aroma, both fatty and savory. Saliva gathered in Rouge's mouth, and her belly growled eagerly. Just a few months ago, she would have never considered eating ants. Everything in her brain told her that they were disgusting little critters. But, somehow, next to Knuckles, they seemed right. It was a feeling, something her rational mind couldn't comprehend. The owner held up his hands. "It's a bit much, yeah, but I don't want to short change a pregnant lady. Don't forget, you're eating for two." Hearing that, her chest tightened with a tinge of guilt for turning her nose up at his consideration. "I see. Um, thanks." By the time she turned around, Knuckles had already gone to the closest table. He gestured to the stone bench beside it. She set down the leaf of ants on the teak table. She looked at the gap between the table and the bench, and she couldn't picture herself in that gap. "Thank you, but I'm not sure that will do." She patted her belly. Knuckles tapped his foot. "Oh, hm." He walked behind the bench and wrapped his hands around to his front. His plump, muscular rump jutted behind him, and he showed his lean, sinewy back muscles. Then, he tugged the table backward. His quads, biceps, and forearms pumped thick. He was such a hunky, powerful man. He pulled the bench farther back from the table and stood up straight. "Is that good?" Rouge took a seat. Her ass sprawled wide over the bench, but its length easily fit even her colossal posterior. Her belly filled her lap, but it didn't reach the table. Her breasts nudged over the tabletop, but that was acceptable. "Perfect. Thank you." Knuckles sat across from her on the opposite bench. He leaned his chin in his hands and sighed dreamily. She reached over her breasts to the big pile of ants, and she grabbed a handful, wrapping her fingers around their hot, prickly skin. She popped them into her mouth, and they crunched satisfyingly, revealing juicy meat at their middle. She gulped down the mouthful into her ravenous gut. "You always look at me like that, even now that I'm a huge fatass. You get off on this, don't you?" She snatched another handful. "I guess you could say that. You're just so lovely when you eat, and you only get more lovely the softer you become." Rouge wolfed down more of the ants. Her stomach burbled happily as it eagerly digested fried batter and meaty insect. "Great. I've got a boyfriend who actually wants me to get fat. My waistline is doomed." She snatched more food and chomped it down. Hot and greasy, the fried snack gave her stomach exactly what it desired. Her teeth wanted their crunch and squish, her tongue yearned for their savory taste, and her gut needed their filling heft. Rouge hated the swell of lard around her voluptuous figure, but her body demanded the very food that brought it on. Knuckles sighed. "If you want to say it's doomed, I guess I can't stop you. What are you worried about, anyway?" Her hand clutched more ants and threw them down her gullet. She was powerless to stop herself. She knew better, but her stomach overpowered her brain, sucking more fattening food into her. "I don't want to be big and fat and gross. And besides, have you ever heard of a fat thief?" She claimed another batch. Her teeth shattered more breading, unleashing tasty meat, and she swallowed. Her stomach was sated, but there were still ants on the table. She knew she didn't need any more food, but her hand grabbed some anyway. "You won't need to be a thief around here. You'll have all the jewels you could ever want. And if you need more, I'll get them for you." Rouge kept eating. She knew she should stop. Each mouthful pushed her further and further past satiety. Yet the ants sat there, on the table, just waiting for her to eat them. She grabbed more, and they weighed her stomach down, heavier on her lap. She ate another handful, and her stomach pushed outward, bulging into the table. Every time she reached over her breasts to grab some ants, she bent at her middle to reach past her breasts. As she reached once more, though, her stomach gurgled, unhappy from the pressure of her bending middle. Her stomach churned. It worked hard to break down her breakfast. She put her hand forward, but without bending, she couldn't reach past her breasts. Rouge leaned back, defeated, and she rubbed her distended stomach. It bloated and gurgled under her hand. She should have been happy that her stomach wanted her to stop. Instead, she was angry that she'd made a fat glutton out of herself, yet she wanted to eat more. Knuckles frowned. "Full?" Rouge huffed. "No, I'm not full. I just can't reach the rest." A pound or so of ants remained, and they would feel so rich, so juicy, so good in her belly. He stood. His knees bent, and he picked up the large table. It released Rouge's tits onto her gut. Then, he set it aside and picked up the leaf. "Open wide." He smiled softly, a kind and caring smile. She opened wide, just like he said. Knuckles folded the leaf like a funnel and put its tip in her mouth. Hastily, Rouge accepted a rush of ants and chewed them. She quickly swallowed those before taking in another batch to chew and swallow. Gravity pushed the ants into her mouth. It was luxurious. Gravity, the very force of nature, enforced Rouge's voracity. She had nothing to do but sit back and cram it all down. Her stomach groaned and squelched under her, but it would make room. It always did. Rouge couldn't trust her stomach to shut up when it was hungry, but when it was full, it played nice. It was never unhappy to swell too large with food. After the last of the ants drained into her, Rouge blew a sigh. Her stomach felt taut, like a balloon ready to burst. She rubbed around it, and its solid surface jutted out under her tits and billowed over her legs. Hard as a rock, and probably heavier, it sloshed and churned loudly. Rouge wasn't sure whether it was more satisfying to have her pussy stuffed or her belly. Both forms of enjoyment left her breathless and weak. Knuckles placed the leaf back on the table. "Can I get you anything more to eat?" His cock jutted straight outward, stiff as a board. Rouge stifled a burp. "No, but uh, I can see you had a good time. Are people really okay with that here?" She had half a mind to make good use of his erection as soon as she could get to her feet. "Yeah, I mean, it happens." An orange echidna entered the market square. Her orange hide and face looked familiar. The echidna wore no clothes. Her chunky calves bounced, her tubby thighs scraped, and her big hips sashayed. Her rotund gut swung, while her fat tits sloshed. She looked to Rouge, and her face lit up. "Rouge! I was hoping to find you." Rouge searched her mind, but she couldn't put her finger on the woman's identity. "I'm sorry, have we...?" The echidna put a hand to her chest bashfully. "Oh. I guess I have changed a little since we met, haha. I'm Coral." "Coral? That skinny little thing?" Coral batted her hand. "I know. I've come a long way. You've been a big inspiration to us." Rouge looked her up and down, studying her corpulent form. "Uh-huh. Emphasis on 'big'." Giggling, Coral held her gut. "Exactly. You get it. Now my Rocky and I, we've been trying for a baby, but we haven't had any luck. I was hoping I could ask for your blessing." "My blessing? I don't have a blessing." Coral scrunched her brow. "Of course you do. You're the spirit of fertility, come down to us in grace and splendor. I don't understand." Rouge rolled her eyes. "That makes two of us." Knuckles held up a hand and looked to Coral. "She's just testing your faith. Of course she'll give you her blessing." He turned to Rouge. "But what will Coral have to do to earn your blessing?" "Ah--er..." As a thief, Rouge was quick on her feet and swift with her brain. She was a complete novice when it came to imitating a goddess. The straight mouth and sober eyes on Knuckles' face told Rouge that he believed it. He didn't think she was an imitation goddess; he saw her as a genuine goddess. Whether he was right or not, that gave Rouge the confidence she needed. If everybody was going to consider her a goddess, then she intended to collect on their expectations. "Rub my stomach. Its fruitful energy will flow into you." Normally, post-meal belly rubs were Knuckles' job, but if some random woman was going to offer her services, Rouge wouldn't turn it down. Coral stood before Rouge. The fat echidna leaned towards the fatter bat. Coral's breasts smooshed into Rouge's huge tits. So big and heavy, Coral's boobs brought a soothing weight to Rouge's tender rack. The echidna's stomach was big, too, and as she leaned towards Rouge, their bellies met. Coral's fat gut spread against Rouge's stuffed stomach. So much soft flesh poured over Rouge. Coral's hands delved between Rouge's breasts, and she gently pressed down on the top of Rouge's stomach. Coral's hands worked light and subtle across the surface of the bat's gut. Rouge's gut cooed and thrummed. The touch eased her, aiding her digestion and bringing comfort to her overstretched skin. Arousal tingled between Rouge's legs, although she couldn't identify its cause. After all, it wasn't Knuckles rubbing her stomach. It was a woman, full of plush curves and luscious weight, a woman whose flesh felt like an extravagant dessert dolloped across Rouge's fat body. Another sensation puzzled Rouge, as well. Perhaps it was just digestion, but her stomach emanated a placid feeling. It was something more than just relaxing, it was a sensation of spiritual belonging, like her tummy hummed the harmony of the spheres. Maybe that was just part of being pregnant. Or maybe it was something greater. * * * * * The women of the tribe ripened further with pregnancy every day. Their bellies and breasts swelled. Even Rouge had to admit that their beauty flourished. The men of the tribe stepped up to provide their every need. Some women and men enjoyed monogamous partnerships, while others sorted themselves into loving polycules, and still others drifted socially. Regardless, every woman swelled with seed and was well cared for. They were a tribe, first and foremost. Rouge witnessed the community with awe. They were hard working and tightly knit. They deserved a celebration to honor themselves. With the community, she organized the first ever Fertility Ceremony for the Angel Island Echidna Tribe. They made preparations over a few days. After the sun had fallen, the tribe met at the Altar to the Master Emerald. A broad, black sky stretched overhead, dotted with hundreds of stars. On the altar, sandstone steps led up to a broad, flat surface. At its middle, an enormous emerald gleamed rays of green. Blazing, crackling torches circled the base of the altar and threw dancing, red light over it. Their flames emanated heat. Rouge sat at the top of the altar aboard her palanquin. Large and sturdy, it was painted with dazzling scarlet and yellow hues. Its big surface doubled as a bed for her immense frame. Luxurious pillows surrounded her. Four echidnas had carried the palanquin to the top of the altar, including Knuckles, and they all wheezed to catch their breath. As Rouge witnessed the strong, sexy men she had weighed down, satisfaction tingled between her legs. Observing her own body, it was easy to see why they would have trouble. Her feet had plumped with pudge, while her calves splayed against her tubby thighs. Her thighs and hips joined to give her a broad, curvaceous bottom. She could scarcely reach the edge of her hips on either side. Her thighs provided a thick, soft lap for her gravid belly. Pregnancy and gluttony had both contributed to its mass. A girthy roll of flab poured over her thighs and flowed over her knees. Her upper stomach jutted up from that roll, stiff with her fertile womb. Most pregnant bellies popped their navel outward, but Rouge's stomach was too thickly layered with fat. Whatever outie was inside her belly button was hidden behind a cavern of lard. That was just as well by her. She wore an elastic belly band around her middle with a gemstone, and her concave navel made the perfect home for that jewel. The jewel radiated a strange sensation. Rouge couldn't identify it physically, and she only knew it as a joyful feeling. She leaned backwards into a mountain of pillows. Her back fat spread against her wings, and her arms splayed their fat over several pillows. Rouge's tits had grown most of all. Leaning back, they spread over her pregnant tummy, covered her waist to her hips, and rose up before her. She had never thought her breasts were too big, and she wasn't about to start now. Her chunky hand stroked one lovingly, in awe of its colossal mass. From under her breasts, her belly lurched upward. Jabs dented her stomach outward. They came from the top of her stomach, its sides, and its front. There was definitely more than one kid running around in there. Every upward kick wobbled her tits. Rouge raised her hands. The men knew what this meant. Knuckles grabbed her right hand, while another man took her left hand. Their firm grips clasped sure on her chubby hands. They tugged her arms forward, raising her back until she sat upright. They pulled so that her tubby gut rolled over her legs while her enormous tits billowed past her sides and belly. Below, her gigantic breasts loomed at the bottom of her vision in two, fleshy hills that looked like a horizon. She gazed past them, down to the bottom of the altar, where the entire tribe had gathered. Women thick with fat and child stood alongside men thick with bone and muscle. Everyone in attendance was naked. Rouge parted her juicy lips. "Thank you all for coming out tonight. You're an amazing tribe, you really are, and I'm just so glad to be a part of it. Everyone should have a good time here tonight, but to kick things off, I'd like to call a few folks up here to have some fun with me. Hoya?" Rouge's eyes scanned the crowd. A short, female echidna waddled forward. Her dark, ruby pelt glowed in the fiery torchlight. Her hips bowed wide, tripling her width, and she flaunted two rotund buttocks that brushed the ground. A big dome of a belly protruded from her waist, while her pert breasts laid over it. Demure, she held her belly in her hands. Her big eyes looked up to Rouge. "Yes, my Queen?" Rouge smiled. The term "queen" would never get old. "Please join me at my side." "Yes, my Queen." She nodded. She raised one foot up a step of the altar. The shift in her hips pitched her ass to the side, which clapped her cheeks loud and sharp. Hoya's thighs scraped together as she ascended another step, culminating in another ass clap. Her belly remained steady as her breasts bounced side to side. Slowly, she rose to the top of the altar. Rouge rubbed her right breast. "Give the old girl a good suckle. You'll like it, I promise." Hoya looked at Rouge's breast. Her eyes flitted sheepishly. "Queen Rouge, may I ask a question?" "Sure, hon. What's on your mind?" Hoya looked to Rouge directly. "What is the purpose of this ceremony?" She was a nice woman, but she was too high strung. From the time Rouge had spent with her, she knew Hoya's shy demeanor was a cover for stress. Rouge would need to appeal to Hoya's sense of duty. "Hmm. Well, let me put it to you this way. I'm the avatar of fertility, right?" "Yes, that is right." "As mothers, we hang onto--no, we bear the seeds of our partners. We nurture them. It's an important task. Sacred, even. It's a task that comes with a lot of responsibility. But it also comes with a lot of perks. You can't have one without the other." Hoya stared at Rouge's nipple with a quivering lip. Rouge sighed. "Tell you what. Just take a taste. If you don't like it, or if it feels weird, or whatever, you can stop. It's only here if you want it, nobody's gonna make you." The echidna nodded. "Okay. I'll give it a shot." She leaned down before Rouge's breast. She placed her soft lips on Rouge's tender nipple. As she sucked, gentle pressure pulled outward on the nipple. Her suckle wrung slow, satisfying pleasure in Rouge's nipple, which emanated through her big boob. Hoya herself gulped loud, thick gulps. She cooed. Her hands groped Rouge's huge breast. She hugged it and chugged milk. Heat flushed Rouge's face. She relished Hoya's lusty groping on her gelatinous breast, and Hoya's sucks rebounded in waves of bliss in Rouge's fat. Rouge hadn't been ready for Hoya to get hooked quite so quickly. Plus, Hoya was just the first attendant of the night. Rouge looked down to the crowd again. "Guava, please step forward." A tall echidna with a pale, pink pelt stood out from the crowd. Her meaty legs led up to thick, curvaceous hips. Her bulbous belly jutted forward, but her breasts overshadowed it in two massive orbs. As she walked, her shoulders swiveled flirtatiously, swaying her pendulous tits. Her chubby face curled with a sly smile. "Yes, my Queen?" Rouge beckoned with her left hand. "Come on up here. You know you want some." "Far be it from me to say no to my Queen." Guava marched up the steps. Proudly, she held her chest forward, and her globular tits jiggled against her taut tummy. They bulged in two heavy sacks far wider than her shoulders, and they covered her stomach. Her large nipples poked straight ahead, erect and aroused. By the time Rouge had finished admiring them, Guava had reached the top. Rouge patted her breast and sent ripples through it. "She's all yours." Guava reached between her breasts and pulled out a ring. "First, a meager gift for you." She held forward the ring, and it bore a big, blue jewel. Rouge giggled. "Oh, my. Hopefully it still fits on my fat fingers." She raised her hand. Guava leaned over Rouge's breast, pressing her stiff belly into Rouge's flabby breast and splaying her big tits over it. She pushed the ring over Rouge's pinkie finger. Rouge's fat pursed around the ring, but only a little. The big, blue gem glittered fabulously against her plush hand. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much. Now, bon appetit." She patted her breast again. Guava licked her lips, then planted them firm on Rouge's nipple. Immediately, she sucked hard. Her suction strained Rouge's tender nipple. It wasn't quite painful. It was a strong, thirsty pull that teased pleasure from Rouge. Rouge looked down at the two fat echidnas gulping down her rich, filling milk. Their every swallow evoked fading waves of ecstasy through her tits. Her breasts themselves were so huge that her arms could not reach the echidna women. She rubbed them with her corpulent arms to relish the pleasure in their doughy heft. Straightened out, her arms spread far and wide across her vast bosom. Then, she looked down again to the tribe. "Kapok, let me see you." A short echidna man emerged from the group. His brown pelt blazed red and purple before the torchlight. His legs rippled with muscle, leading up to a thick, erect cock over big, fertile balls. Taut abs bulged under two big, burly pecs, and his wide shoulders held muscular arms with large hands. His small mouth and focused eyes were way too serious for the occasion. "Yes, my Queen." Rouge cooed. "Oomph! Come on up here and feed me." "Yes, my Queen." He jogged up the stairs. His quads flexed handsomely. As he leapt upward, his rigid erection bounced over swinging balls. His pecs pumped while his shoulders swung. Rouge watched him rapaciously. She loved her Knuckie, but she found no harm in an appetizer. "Can you say anything other than 'Yes, my Queen.'?" Kapok's cheeks reddened. "My Queen, to feed you, uh, my Queen, is the honor of a lifetime." Below, his cock jittered. It strained itself long and large, and veins bulged along its length. Its conical head looked so needy, the way it shook. She eyed his throbbing manhood. "I'm sure your big pecker down there doesn't mind, either." He just laughed. Rouge thumbed over her shoulder. "C'mon. They set down the snacks behind me." Kapok jogged around the palanquin. While he got sorted back there, Rouge searched for another appetizer. She found a tall, limber echidna with pale skin, and she called to him. "Xate, I want to see you." In slow, lanky strides, he walked forward from the group. "Me?" He didn't show the same respect as the others, which honestly relaxed Rouge. She appreciated his casual nature. She would also appreciate his long arms on her big belly. "Get on up here." Xate nonchalantly leapt up the altar two steps at a time. In one hand, he gripped a band with a sapphire gemstone dangling from it. Between his legs, even his cock was long. Like all the men tonight, his pointed straight ahead, stiff over his two balls. Behind Rouge, Kapok leaned into her back. His thick spire jabbed between her colossal ass cheeks, while his broad chest pressed into her puffy back fat. He reached over her shoulder with a handful of fried ants. "Here, my Queen." Rouge turned to the handful of ants in her face. "Thanks. You know, you can drop 'my Queen.' Unless, like, I dunno, that does something for you. Does it?" Kapok stammered. "Uh... well..." He pressed the ants against her lips. Rouge opened wide, and she glutted on the ants. They crunched satisfyingly between her teeth and unleashed a savory, salty taste. "Hooongh. More." Xate, the lanky male echidna, reached Rouge. He stood between the two corpulent female echidnas gulping down her milk. He held up the bejeweled band he carried. "I got you a necklace. Thought you might like it." He reached over her wide breast to lay the band in her chubby hand. With one hand, she held it up to her face. With her other hand, she patted her round, chubby neck. Its fat swelled on all sides. The band would have easily slipped over her head a few months ago. "It's beautiful, but it might be more of a bracelet at this point." She pulled it over her wrist, where it fit comfortably. Her other hand tightened its knot to nestle the band in the crease of fat at her wrist. "There we go." Kapok presented another batch of ants, which Rouge scarfed down in a single bite. Then, she turned back to Xate, and she reached between her breasts. "This is the reason I called you up here. I need someone to rub this big tummy of mine, and you're just the man for the job." Two fat, lovely echidnas already massaged her breasts. Their plump hands ran up and down Rouge's huge tits to pump thick milk through them. She needed another pair of hands on her stomach. Xate readily complied. He knelt before her. Down there, most of his body was hidden behind her colossal lard, and she could only see his scalp. Xate ran his hands wide across her stomach, and he barely reached to her sides. In slow, gentle circles, he moved his hands inward towards her navel. His slight pressure soothed her broad, heavy belly. Rouge cooed. Her fat body melted with pleasure inside and out. She looked down to the bottom of the altar. There, Knuckles set down a giant pot of fried ants. As he bent down, his back muscles flexed and his firm glutes pushed outward. "Come, dig in." She wanted him to dig into her. Rouge called down to him. "Oh Knuckie! It's your turn!" Knuckles whipped around to look up to her. He took a deep breath through his big, muscular chest, and his long cock twitched eagerly. "Coming!" He galloped up the altar steps. Soon, he landed next to Xate. Knuckles patted him on the back. "You're treating my Queen well. Keep it up." Kapok pushed another mouthful of ants into Rouge. She chewed, then spoke through the huge portion of crunchy food. "Mmph. Yeah, kheep it up. Good shtuff." She swallowed, sending more fatty, filling ants to her ever growing stomach. Knuckles looked to her. "We'll have you ready in a moment." He tapped the two echidna women, Hoya and Guava. They stopped sucking, but fortunately, they would start again soon enough. He waved them onto the palanquin. "Hoya, Guava, I need you to get up here next to Rouge. You're going to hold her breasts steady." Hoya hefted her huge ass up onto the palanquin, to Rouge's right, and her big cheeks sat on a broad swath of pillows. Once she'd plopped down her blubbery butt, she reached over her pregnant stomach and rotund tits to hold the side of Rouge's right breast. Her fingers slowly kneaded Rouge's breast. "I'm honored to sample your milk, my Queen, but it's nice to have a break. Your milk is... HIC! ...very filling..." Rouge giggled. "I know what you need. You and Hawk, you're a thing, right?" Hoya smiled with a blush. "Yes, my Queen." She shouted back down the altar. "Hawk! Get your ass up here." In but a few moments, a tall, toned echidna with a blazing, orange pelt ascended the altar. "Yes, my Queen?" Rouge pointed to Hoya. "My girl Hoya here needs a belly rub. And maybe you can help her with eating, when that resumes." Hawk, the orange echidna, nodded eagerly. "Of course." He turned to Hoya and booped his nose on hers. Then, he put his hand to her belly. Guava followed suit. She got up onto the palanquin by Rouge's left side, and Guava's giant, sloshing rack smacked the side of Rouge's left breast. Guava reached around her own globular tits to hold Rouge's breast. Beside Guava was a stout echidna, beefy with muscle. He wrapped one arm around Guava's back, while his other hand groped her tit. His cock looked enormous. This was Moray, Guava's partner. Guava looked at Rouge while pointing to Moray. "Hope you don't mind. Got a little horny sucking you off." Rouge shook her head. "Not at all. The more, the merrier." Behind, Knuckles gave orders to Xate. "Move back a little here. She's going to lay her head right here." "Yes, Chief." Next, Knuckles put his lips by Rouge's ears. He whispered sensually. "We're all set. Go ahead and lay back." Rouge pushed her back backward. Her muscles dragged the weight of her breasts over the long expanse of her stomach, even as the women held her breasts steady. She rolled backward over her humongous ass. Her colossal weight pushed her butt deep into the pillows under her, and her hips spread wide beyond her. Once her back hit the palanquin, her head dropped onto a nice, fluffy pillow. Rouge's belly swelled up towards the sky. It pushed down on her legs and pushed up on her breasts, shuffling them to her sides. Her legs dangled off the end of the palanquin. Hoya on her right and Guava on her left supported Rouge's breasts, laying them gently across pillows. Hoya, apparently hungry again, began sucking. Her strong chugs and greedy groping reverberated through Rouge's breast in surges of pleasure. Her man, Hawk, rubbed her swelling belly. Guava, on her hands and knees, leaned into Rouge's left breast. Her own heavy breasts slapped Rouge's, and her plump lips to Rouge's nipple. She drank and drank, and each chug wrought bliss in Rouge's breast. Behind her, her man Moray squared his hips behind hers. When Guava moaned through a mouthful of milk, Rouge could tell that Moray had entered her. The pair jostled to and fro. Kapok dropped another mouthful of fried ants between Rouge's lips. She chewed through them. The delicious meal was just one incredible sensation among many. For instance, Xate resumed rubbing her belly. He knelt with his knees under her waist, and his erection poked firm between her waist rolls. His flat hands started at one end of her belly, and he knelt upward. His thighs rustled her belly and his cock fucked her fold while his hands travelled over her vast stomach. Back and forth, his big hands massaged her big gut. He tended to the food, fat, and womb within her. Knuckles' hands gripped her underbelly. He lifted her pannus and exposed her puffy mound. "Ready?" She couldn't see him past her billowing belly, but she was ready to feel him. Her vagina clenched and ached with need. "I am way past ready. You need to fuck my brains out." She gulped down more ants, courtesy of Kapok. Her belly swelled with decadent food. Her appetite applied such a luscious pressure on her stomach walls, and she craved that same pressure in her pussy. A firm head pressed to her outer labia. Knuckles' hips pushed between her corpulent thighs, while his hard scalp pushed into her pudgy underbelly. Knuckles' cock slipped between her slick, flabby lips. He felt so firm, so rigid, against her plump pussy. His erection pushed deeper into her vulva. The caring brush of his head sparked electric bliss through her insides, and those sparks flared hotter the deeper he went. His hips scraped between her stacked thigh rolls, and his pelvis pushed back her bloated mound. Getting closer, he turned his head aside and hugged her underbelly with his full armspan. His burly chest pressed into her billowing belly. His cock's head found her vagina, and then, he thrust deep. Rouge yelped. Her walls stretched around his long, prodding spire. She filled with his girth. Hoya and Guava moaned as they sucked carnal joy through her tits. Their fat bodies jostled against hers, and their flabby arms groped her immense boobs. Kapok stuffed ants down her gullet. He left just enough time for her to swallow and bloat her belly. Xate rubbed that belly. He applied gentle subtle pressure from outside to match the raucous pressure inside. So many people surrounded Rouge and raised her joy to new heights. Most important of all, though, was Knuckles. The hunky man thrust deep into her. His cock stretched wide her writhing, needy walls. His power sent shockwaves through her pussy, igniting carnal satisfaction throughout her. He also sent literal waves through her fat. He fucked thick undulations up her corpulent form. Rouge's hips jiggled their heavy flesh over the palanquin. Her belly rocked back and forth, crashing down into Knuckles before rebounding up against her tits. Her massive breasts wobbled up and down. They bounced off her gut even as the echidna women engorged on them. She gobbled more ants. Her belly was full, but she wanted it fuller. Overcome with pleasure, she pressed on her breasts, and the pressure gushed more heavy cream into Guava and Hoya's sloshing bellies. She cooed from the soothing touch of Kapok's hands on her tremendous gut. Knuckles pushed harder, deeper. His hands groped her hanging underbelly and his quads tensed against her billowing thighs. His lips lovingly kissed and nibbled Rouge's gut as it draped over his face. Knuckles' throbbing length jabbed far within her. He crammed her full of his thick, rigid power. His cock fed her with rock hard rapture. Rouge's pussy wrapped tight to his immense erection. She clenched her legs, and her tubby thighs wrapped around Knuckles' muscular ass. Her fat molded around his toned body, pressing him close to her. Inside, she glutted on his cock. Her vagina stretched so long and so wide to gulp down as much of his manly length as she could fit. Her sexual appetite knew no bounds. Her walls wrapped tighter to his forceful manhood to wring every last ounce of power from him. Her muscles worked so hard to claim him, and in return, they flared with plumes of euphoria. Rouge moaned as her desire and gratification mingled, twisted, and amplified. More ants tumbled into her mouth, and she bit through them hastily. She pumped a large lump down through her esophagus. Her stomach, stretched with tension and burbling with digestion, could not get enough. Xate answered her noisy belly with long, ginger strokes. His lateral rubbing soothed her digestion. More than that, the size of his hands and the length of his rubs reminded Rouge of just how large she had grown. Long gone was the curvy thief. She had grown into a corpulent queen of fertility. On her sides, Hoya and Guava fed themselves. Their chugs had slowed, but they still pulled strong sucks from her nipples, and their hands groped greedily along her tubby tits. Their bellies sloshed loudly as both women took lusty fuckings from behind. Knuckles' nibbles turned to bites. He teased the flesh along her underbelly, exposing his own hunger. His hands groped all down her fat underbelly. He let it fall against his body as his hands sought not to hold it up but simply to grip, clutch, and fondle her. His heaving, hardy chest puffed into her tender underbelly. He reared his hips, ripping her thighs apart, and he thrust them forward. His pelvis clapped her mound and squashed its fat. Like a drill, his cock speared far into her. He backed out again and deprived her pussy of his cock. Then, he drove ferociously into her, startling her vagina with his pulsating girth. Rapidly and relentlessly, his cock struck her like thunder. Rouge's pussy snapped. It seized and jerked on Knuckles' length. She yelped and cried as climax burst from her pussy and blew through her body in fierce waves of shattering ecstasy. Her muscles short circuited on rapture, and she twitched, unable to handle the megaton of euphoria exploding within her. Knuckles came with her. His teeth and hands gripped firm as his cock throbbed and spurted. His long manhood flooded thick, warm juices into her. He growled and hollered his own euphoric cries as his swollen length pumped more and more luscious cum into her. He satisfied Rouge so deeply, even as his cock spent its last. He stood there, inside her, panting. She gulped down more ants. Her stomach protested, and its walls could take no more pressure. "Thank you, Kapok, but that will be all." Hoya was full, too. She laid on her side, nursing a bloated belly, and her man Hawk flopped next to her with a soggy cock. Guava couldn't eat any more, either. Her swollen gut pushed aside her huge tits. Her man, Moray, shut his eyes sleepily, even as he rubbed her belly. Everybody was done, but she wasn't. She wished Knuckles could keep going and give her another orgasm. He could always finger her or eat her out, but they wouldn't be the same. She wanted his cock. Her belly felt warm. Specifically, her navel. A warmth radiated from the gemstone situated in her belly button. Knuckles pumped once again. This time, he ramped right up to full force. His body smacked her fat while his cock hammered her pussy. Over and over, he pounded her tender walls. Rouge spoke in an uneven cadence, rocked by her quaking body. "Knuckie! I thought--you were--done!" She could scarcely raise her voice above the fatty slap of her flesh against Knuckles' firm physique. He grunted and huffed as he replied. "I thought I was, too! But suddenly, I got hard again, and I just had to keep going." His cock rammed her. Her walls tightened further and further over his length, only to get stretched wider and wider as her pussy gulped him down. Rouge clenched her fists and gyrated her hips. She felt another orgasm building, and she would engorge herself on every delicious moment leading up to it. While her pussy tensed, her body melted. Her fat hips trembled around her, while her taut belly rocked over her. Rouge felt heavy, buried under the lard in her belly and the flab in her tits. She was coated in fleshly pleasure. She looked to the echidna rubbing her belly. "Hey, Xate? You're good." His mouth dropped to a frown before he put on a polite smile. "You got it." He stepped away. Knuckles fucked more pleasure into her. He yelled with each thrust. His glutes fought back into her gelatinous thighs, and his pelvis bulldozed her tubby mound. His cock pumped into her pussy harder and fuller. Rouge bore down on his length. Through her underbelly, she felt his muscular arms and chest, and with her clenching thighs, she groped at his firm buttocks. Best of all, her pussy wrapped tight to his long, thick cock, wringing his rock hard spire with her tender walls. At last, she burst. Passion blazed Rouge's pussy, which expelled lewd juices in response. Unrestrained bliss ravaged her. It sparked another set of brutal shockwaves through her body, tossing and turning her fat bulk. Her fat clapped against itself as much as it clapped against Knuckles. She screamed and cried to the heavens as unfathomable explosions of rapture burst through every inch of her fat, pregnant expanse. As those explosions subsided, Rouge relaxed her legs. Knuckles fell out of her. He blew a sigh. "Whew. That was... a lot." Rouge cooed. "You're telling me. Hey, how is the rest of the tribe?" Knuckles turned away, towards the bottom of the altar. "The women look stuffed. Every one of them is swollen and bloated. The men are spent. Most of them are asleep. Some of the women are helping each other, like rubbing each other's bellies. A few of the women are going at it themselves. Looks like the men weren't enough to satisfy them." Rouge sighed. "Beautiful." Stuffed and fucked, exhaustion took her. She fell asleep. * * * * * Rouge's body grew into a queenly throne unto itself. It started with her two feet, which had plumped into fluffy cushions of pudge. Bejeweled rings decorated each of her big toes. They served as a reminder that even her feet were worthy of adoration. She couldn't see her calves, but she felt them pad over her ankles in pursing flesh, and they flowed broad under the farthest tip of her belly. Her thighs formed the seat of her throne. They spread wide enough to fill out her king-sized bed. That was quite fine with Knuckles, who opted to use his queen as his bed. Her ass gave her throne a back, and what a plush back it was. Softer than clouds, her butt cheeks padded under her and rose up behind her. A belt with shining, golden tassels wrapped under her tummy and over her ass. Its dazzling strands glinted off of her mountainous rump. Rouge leaned back into her ass cheeks. Her thick back rolls smooshed her fat wings against her ass. Formerly, she had used her wings to glide and fly with grace and ease, and they had allowed her to infiltrate all manner of security systems. Her pudgy wings had lost their aerodynamics, but in exchange, they were beautiful appendages of lard. She was grateful for her supersized rump. She needed something nice and big to recline into because her stomach forced her posture backward. A thick gush of lard poured forth from her waist in a smooth, silken roll. It blanketed the middle of her thighs and stopped halfway down her calves. That buffered her most regal feature, her pregnant upper belly. It jutted sharply before her. The giant dome was stiff and heavy with little ones. It weighed down on her legs and pushed back on her torso. Rouge was pinned down by her immensely pregnant middle. Thick adipose wrapped her gut several times over, burying her navel. Still, Rouge's pregnant belly button poked sharp and firm, with a fist-sized outie that emerged from the depths of her navel. Her belly button was no place for a gemstone, and so, she had ditched the elastic belly band. Her pregnant gut wore a crown of two huge tits. The pair of jiggling globes rose high above Rouge's head, and they rose high above her belly, too. Milk sloshed back and forth in them. Her tits worked overtime to produce milk, and they ached with a surplus of milk. Her tits bloated firm with the liquid. They contained so much of the stuff that they constantly leaked milk. If she didn't have handmaids on her nips sucking her dry, she had a constant stream running down her boobs. Rouge's arms gathered layers of fat. They puffed thick in royal adipose. Her fingers and palms pressed to each other with pudge, while her forearms bloated over her wrists. Bulbous biceps flared out from her shoulders and folded against her elbows. Her arms wedged over her lower waist roll, beside her billowing belly, and under her enormous boobs. Lodged between her back, her shoulders, and her tits, Rouge's head settled comfortably in her neck fat. Plump cheeks girded the sides of her face, while her luscious lips had grown ever more juicy. Concentric necklaces wrapped from her highest neck roll out to her tits. One necklace held sapphires, the next amethysts, the next amber, and the next, emeralds. Rouge's fat head swam in a pool of jewels. She sat in bed after lunch. A collection of doughnuts settled in the valley of fat rolls between her neck and tits. Warm sun filtered in through the windows of their adobe home. Many women of the echidna tribe sought to wait on Rouge. That day, a pair of women served her. They both sat in chairs at her bedside, napping off the effects of sucking her teats dry. Cotinga, the shortest of the tribe, had a vibrant, scarlet pelt. Though she was fat up and down, her stomach was enormous, bulging far past her hips and knees. Snoozing, she cradled a mere fraction of it in her arms. Hoatzin, by contrast, was the tallest of the tribe. Her dull pelt had a brownish pinkish hue. Pregnancy had widened her hips several times over with pudge. She had a pregnant belly on her, somewhere, but it was hidden under two humongous tits that defied all bras. Her head slacked back against the wall as she snored. Knuckles leaned into Rouge's side and wrapped an arm around her back. He rested his head on her cheek. Rouge sighed with contentment. "Look at you. Mister Guardian of the Master Emerald, fawning over a renowned jewel thief. When I first tried to steal the emerald, did you have any idea that we'd be here? That you would make me your queen?" Her stomach rocked. Apparently, it wasn't sated yet. She nabbed a doughnut and inhaled it down. Chuckling, Knuckles nodded. "Some part of me knew. Maybe I didn't know that I knew, but it was in my bones. What about you? Did you ever think that you'd grow this big?" She purred. "Oh, Knuckie. Of course. I wasn't stealing gems for fun, you know. I stole them because I deserve the finest that life has to offer. That includes this..." Rouge stroked along her tubby waist, running its malleable blubber under her fat fingers. "...and this..." She grabbed a doughnut and plunged it into her mouth. Her teeth cleaved fluffy dough, and her tongue basked in sickly sweetness. She swallowed it down in one gulp. "...and this." She put her hand to Knuckles' cheek, turned to face him, and smooched his lips. Her intimacy with Knuckles brought a tension between her legs, as if she was aroused. Even while they kissed, her stomach bounced and shook. It seemed to demand more food. Knuckles returned her kiss with warm, slow strokes from his mouth. "Now that you've got it all, are you ready to be a mother?" Rouge stuffed another doughnut into her mouth and directly down her gullet. "I suppose so. Especially if your--if our people continue to treat me like the royalty I am." Her stomach jerked and jounced, bouncing her boobs. The tension between her legs heightened. It was too tight to be arousal. And her stomach's movements were too chaotic to be hunger pangs. She grasped her stomach. "Considering what's coming, I think I'm about to get my answer..." Knuckles' voice cut a loud, stern cadence. "What do you mean, 'what's coming'?" Rouge struggled a smile as her belly quaked and her pussy ached. "Well. Knuckie. I think these hunger pangs are something else." Her eyes winced, and her vagina's ache worsened. In pain, she squeezed her words out with grunts. "These are contractions. I'm about to deliver." All color drained from Knuckles' face. "The altar. We need to get you to the Altar to the Master Emerald." Looking aside, Rouge saw Cotinga and Hoatzin, her two ladies in waiting, fast asleep. Their heavy stomachs gurgled and churned. Even if they were awake, they wouldn't be able to help, seeing as how they were loaded with several gallons of milk each. Air pumped in and out of Rouge's chest with strained wheezes. "Looks like that's your job, since my ladies are indisposed." Knuckles circled around the bed to Rouge's hindquarters, where her hefty cheeks dipped past the edge of the mattress. He pushed into her doughy ass. His hands plunged deep into her blubbery butt. Using his incredible strength, he plowed her forward over the bed. Pushed by Knuckles, Rouge slid along. Her feet plopped down to the floor, followed by her underbelly. She pumped her quads to stand, but she was too heavy. He dived between her ass and the bed, and he pushed up on her planetary cheeks. With his help, her legs straightened under her. Her hanging gut swayed, her ass bobbed, and her tits flopped down along the front and sides of her gut. Standing, her tits parted just enough to let her see past her own body. "Whew. Okay. Just gotta. Walk." She shuffled one foot forward. Her hip jutted far to her side as her corpulent thighs scraped. As her step ended, her gut rolled to the side, and ripples carried up and down her blubbery form. Rouge stepped once more and carried her foot into the doorway. She moved her other foot along, but once it hit the doorway, a blunt force cinched on her hips. Rouge looked down. The doorway bit into her hips on either side. She thrust her hips front and back, but they wouldn't budge. She bashed her hips left and right, but that didn't help either. She was lodged firm. "Knuckie, baby! Your queen could use some help!" "I'm here!" Knuckles slapped his hands into her ass and pushed again. He pushed hard, and his hands folded deep into her overflowing rump. Rouge felt his force exerted on his glutes, which carried into her hips. That force only made the doorway's blunt bite worse. "Harder!" Knuckles grunted and choked. "This is--as--hard as--I--can--go!" Outside, the sun shined bright, and a moderate breeze blew down the tribe grounds' lane. It would've been a nice day otherwise. Coral passed by. The dainty little echidna had swelled into quite the lady. As she walked, her calves scraped the ground, and her bulbous hips sprawled farther than her arms. Her pendulous gut protruded bare, jutting far beyond her reach and swinging just inches above the ground. Her tits sloshed and bounced off of her pregnant belly. Rouge waved to her. "Coral. Thank goodness. I need help. Please, take my hand, and pull me out of here. I need to get out before--" A warm wave of water splattered between Rouge's thighs. Excess fluid splashed to the ground in a tremendous blast. Her mind froze. She couldn't fathom what to do. Beside her, the wall crumbled. Her hip fell free, and she stumbled forward. She looked back to find that the doorway had expanded. Knuckles stood there, with his fist extended forward. Knuckles leapt to her side. "I was planning to remodel anyway." * * * * * Coral took Rouge's hand and helped. Out in the open, Rouge's cries drew attention from the rest of the tribe. Everyone halted what they were doing to assist or follow their queen. With Knuckles at her side, Rouge climbed to the top of the Altar to the Master Emerald. Her delivery, blessed by Chaos energy, went smoothly. She gave birth to seven lovely, healthy, winged echidnas. Rouge and Knuckles raised them as kind and faithful members of the tribe. * * * * * When Rouge and Knuckles found time away from their children, they were just as lusty as ever. One midnight, the couple snuck out of their house and into the empty streets of their tribe. They strolled together under cool moonlight. Rouge waddled with heavy, pavement-thudding footsteps. Her ass brushed the ground behind her. Her enormous gut rolled down to her knees. She could no longer reach it with her hands, given how much it shrank after giving birth and how much her tits had expanded. As a mother, her breasts exploded, hanging wider than her hips and smothering her stomach. They also weighed heavy with milk, although she had become accustomed to the feeling of nigh-bursting boobs. It helped that she had forever given up on wearing clothes. Knuckles' hand gripped hers. To get close enough to hold her hand, his side dug into her hip and sideboob. She sighed. "Would you ever want more?" He guffawed. "I can't believe you." "What? Is that a 'no'?" Knuckles shook his head. "No, no. Of course I'd love more. I just never expected you to say anything like that." Rouge smiled. "Oh. It's just that my stomach feels so small now. It's strange not carrying a life around inside me. Besides, if I'm the tribe's fertility goddess, I can't stop at the first batch." Knuckle's naked cock jutted forward. There was no time like the present.