Fiona heaved herself up and walked over to the door, which seemed somewhat smaller than usual, and made her way into the likewise narrower corridor, heavily plodding along, she thought she was the same size as she'd been when she arrived, maybe a few pounds heavier, but nothing to bad, right?
Wrong. If Fiona had even the smallest amount of self-awareness she would've very quickly realised that her weight had recently been increasing rapidly, and all of the blame could be easily shifted to one man, Tails, he took great amusement in watching Fiona eat herself into obesity, becoming lazier and heavier week by week, making turning in the fox a breeze, he could just tell her they were going to MacDonald's, and she come along no questions asked. Tails now had to throw away Fiona's old jumpsuit, under the guise it had a built in tracker (It didn't), when in reality it was because Fiona had grown out of it, she was to big to slip into it, so he'd replaced it with large sweatpants and sweatshirts so she didn't realise she was getting fatter at a worrying rate, but he needn't worry, Fiona was oblivious to her weight anyway.
Fiona finally lumbered into the kitchen, to be greeted by enormous...
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