As she approached the scale, her heart pounded with anticipation. She had set her sights on surpassing Sally's weight, and she was eager to see if her efforts had paid off. The digital display flickered as she stepped onto the scale, the metal groaning under her immense weight.
Her belly was a colossal, rounded dome that protruded so far it seemed to defy the laws of physics. It hung low, resting heavily on her massive thighs, completely obscuring them from view. The skin of her belly was stretched taut and shiny, with deep, prominent stretch marks etched into the surface like a roadmap of her journey to this immense size. Her belly button was a wide, shallow depression, almost swallowed by the sheer expanse of her stomach. With each breath, her belly rose and fell like a living mountain, a testament to her incredible mass and power.
Her breasts were beyond monumental, each one easily the size of a large inflatable pool. They sat high on her chest, their weight causing them to rest heavily on her belly, merging with the rolls of fat that cascaded down her torso. Her areolas were wide and dark, her nipples taut and prominent, standing out against the pale, creamy skin of her breasts. Her cleavage was a deep, cavernous valley that seemed to go on forever, inviting the eye to linger and explore the depths of her softness. Her breasts were so large that they spilled out to the sides, their flesh overflowing and merging with the rolls of fat that made up her arms and back, creating a seamless expanse of soft, yielding flesh.
Her hips were impossibly wide and rounded, her waist entirely obscured by the sheer size of her belly. Her thighs were like pillars of pure fat, each one thicker than a massive oak tree, their size exaggerated by the way her belly rested on them. Her inner thighs were soft and pillowy, rubbing together with each step, the friction creating a delicious, warm sensation that radiated through her body. Her calves were rounded and solid, her feet small and almost dainty in comparison to the rest of her, barely visible beneath the cascading rolls of fat that made up her legs.
Her arms were padded with layers upon layers of fat, their size rivaling that of her thighs. Her biceps were completely hidden beneath the thick layers of soft flesh, their definition lost in the sea of her abundance. Her hands were small and delicate, their size a stark contrast to the rest of her body. Her fingers were plump and dimpled, their tips tapering to neat, rounded nails that seemed almost comically small against the backdrop of her massive form.
Her back was a rolling landscape of curves, her spine entirely hidden beneath the layers of fat. Her shoulder blades were buried under mounds of soft flesh, her back dimpling and rolling with each movement, creating a symphony of sensual undulations. Her hips tapered into a gargantuan, rounded buttocks, their size so immense that they seemed to defy gravity, jutting out and swaying with each step. Her buttocks were dimpled and soft, their size a testament to the sheer amount of fat that made up her body, creating a shelf-like expanse that seemed to go on forever.
Her face was round and soft, her cheeks full and rosy, merging seamlessly with the multiple chins that cascaded down her neck. Her eyes were a striking shade of green, their almond shape accentuated by the thick lashes that framed them. Her lips were full and pouty, their color a deep, sultry shade of pink. Her chin was not just double, but multiple, each one a soft, rounded fold that blended into the next, creating a waterfall of flesh that flowed down to her chest.
Sonic looked down at the screen, his eyes widening as the number settled. "Amy, the scale says... 1,900 pounds!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and excitement.
Amy's eyes widened in surprise, her multiple chins quivering as she looked down at the display. She had gained an astonishing amount of weight, her body now a testament to her relentless pursuit of growth and indulgence. But as she processed the number, her brow furrowed slightly.
"1,900 pounds," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of pride and disappointment. "I'm still 100 pounds shy of Sally's weight."
Sonic looked up at her, his eyes softening as he saw the conflict in her expression. "Amy, you've gained an incredible amount of weight," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You should be proud of how far you've come. You're only 100 pounds away from your goal, and I know you can do it."
Amy took a deep breath, her massive body trembling slightly as she considered his words. She knew he was right. She had come so far, grown so much, and she was so close to her goal. She couldn't give up now.
She looked down at Sonic, her eyes filled with determination. "You're right, Sonic," she said, her voice filled with renewed resolve. "I've come this far, and I'm not going to stop now. I'm going to keep eating, keep growing, and I'm going to surpass Sally's weight. I'm going to become the fattest, most beautiful, most powerful hedgehog in the world."
Sonic smiled, his eyes shining with pride and love. "That's the spirit, Amy," he said, his voice filled with encouragement. "I know you can do it. And I'll be here with you every step of the way, supporting you, loving you, and helping you grow."
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