Sally Roo TF

Warning: That's no moon. That's a space station!



Sally Roo

By

Caitsith29




It was a beautiful afternoon in the great forest of Mobius. A perfect time when dew covered foliage smelled it’s freshest. There was a skip to Sally Acorn’s step as she absorbed in the peaceful atmosphere. Granted the weather was still a little nippy, so she had put on a pair of white sweat pants and a shirt under her usual blue vest and boots. Still, it was nice to have a break now and then. Out here she did not have to worry about the stress of being a princess, or leading the freedom fighters. There was nothing to do but enjoy the pleasure of her solitude. Even the crinkling of leaves underfoot had a pleasant ring to them.

At least until her boot stepped on something that made a soft beeping noise and sunk into the ground. She raised an eyebrow and looked down, seeing her right foot pressing on a partially concealed metal board. That barely had time to register before a loud gunshot rang out, something striking deep into Sally’s hip. Crying out, she grabbed at the area to discover a dart sticking into her flesh. Pulling it out, she began to back away looking franticly at the direction it had come from.

Although there was barely anything to see, a hint of metal glinted in the light behind thick brush. That was all Sally needed to motivate her into a mad dash back to Knothole. Her brain raced to catch up along the way, mental kicking her for dropping her guard. Clearly she had just walked into a trap, but whatever drug they were trying to use did not seem to be working. Rather than feeling tired or numb as she ran, she felt even more energetic than before. She looked back just as surprised to see no signs of a pursuit. It did not even dawn on her that she was more hopping and skipping over large areas rather than actually running.

“Phew, made it!” she cheered coming to a stop yards away from the log that served as Knotholes secret entrance. Only then did she notice the odd dart still clutched in her paw. It had obviously been meant to be filled with something, but upon sniffing the needle found no odor to hint of its contents. Whatever it was it had not been a sedative. Otherwise she should have been passed out on the forest floor by now. Sally shrugged, tossing it into some bushes where it would do no harm. All she felt different after that marathon through the forest was a drastic increase in appetite. “Guess that trap was a little too old and expired.”

The ordeal boggled her mind while taking the secret passage back into Knothole. Like the rest of the forest, it had a distinct sense of beauty. Mostly due in part to the scarcity of machinery the freedom fighters used to power their secret village. Now it went almost unnoticed today, as did greetings from the entrance guards.

By the time she got to her hut, the only thoughts Sally had left focused on her nagging hunger pains. Sally barely thought to slam the door closed in her mad dash to the fridge. Yanking it open, she began to drool at the sight of gorgeous entrees piled inside. Even the week old leftovers looked oddly appetizing.

“Spaghetti? No. Salad? No. Pie? Maybe for dessert.” Each item was removed and set aside as she weighed them as a quick fix for lunch. Finally her paws came to rest on a jug of milk and half eaten roast beef sandwich. “Perfect!”

The sandwich was crammed down in several bites. All sense of modesty forgotten in the desire to satiate hunger. She was still chewing as she ripped off the milk jugs lid, washing it down in huge gulps. A few minutes later the entire contents had been swallowed. Licking her lips with a murr, Sally set the empty jug on a counter, relishing the lingering aftertaste of cold cream. Suddenly her body jerked, a paw flying to her mouth in time to muffle a very undignified burp.

“Oh my!” Sally blushed despite the lack of witness’s. Last time she lost inhibition like that she was only five years old. The paw came down to rest on the slight bulge her gorging made in her belly. It felt pretty bloated down there, but at least the hunger pains were gone.

Turning back to replace the food that had been removed, Sally got another shock. It was all gone. Or more accurately, all that remained were scraps and wrappings scattered at her boots. Consequently the open refrigerator lay bare of any contents, save for basic condiments. Sally did not want to believe it, but the mess on her face that required a towel to wash off only confirmed the obvious. She had somehow eaten half her supply of food rations in only minutes.

“W-what’s gotten into me?” she asked as if an answer to the streak of today’s oddities would come.

A loud gurgle came from her stomach, followed by an intense tightening in the waistband of her pants. Sally cupped her middle in both paws, trying to stifle another burp. As she let the air out in a slow exhale something felt amiss. Looking down turned her curiosity to a rising panic. Her belly had ballooned out in the last several minutes, going from a barley noticable bulge to a full sagging potbelly. It continued to grow even as she watched. Slow at first, but building in speed with each inch in girth gained. Resistance pushed her paws up and out, un-tucking her shirt while filling the remaining slack of her pants.

“Ugh!” Sally grunted as her pants started to strain at the seams over her growing belly. Soon there were feelings of bloating in other areas as both hips and butt swelled in unison. Another grunt and Sally’s sides reversed direction, turning from an inward curve into a more sphere shape. The button on her pants began to pucker, giving an eerie creaking under continuing pressure. “Too tight...”

A knock on the door jolted Sally out of her daze. The sudden motions were enough to send the button of her pants sailing across the room, pinging off a lamp that shattered on impact.

“Yo, Sal, you in there?” came the all too familiar voice of Sonic the hedgehog.

“Crap!” Sally squeeked before she could stop it. The last thing she needed was for Sonic to see whatever was happening to her. In a panic, she tried closing her pants back up. However the mass from her rapidly inflating stomach and hips were making that impossible. The zipper was starting to undo itself, creating a glimpse of her sky blue panties with each new inch added to her gut. Her seat was not far behind, giving a melody of light rips in time to the gradual exposure of her panty covered rump and hips.

“Sal, are you okay?” Sonic asked with increased concern hearing her outburst.

The door to Sally’s hut jiggled a moment, turning open with a click that made her heart stop cold. With a quick bound and a leap, she made it across the way to slam it shut in Sonics face.

“I’m f-fine, Sonic!” she said over the hedgehog’s startled cries of pain. Her thighs had joined in the swelling, nearly tripling in size with a mix of fat and muscle. Pants were quickly losing the fight as both legs split apart with loud rips. “Don’t come in!”

“Sal, what the heck?” The doorknob rattled again, but Sally was putting her increasing weight on the door to prevent entry. “You don’t just scream ‘crap’ for nothing. What’s wrong?”

“I said I’m fine,” Sally replied in as steady a voice as she could manage. Although in reality it was an outright lie. Tingling spread down into both her feet, followed by tightness in her boots. It was only when Sally looked down to see what was occurring there that she noticed her upper area had joined the expansion club. Like two inflating balloons her once modest breasts swelled outwards, lifting up her shirt faster to reveal more bottom heavy belly. Even her arms and hands began to get a little meat added to their bones while her face had the beginnings of a double chin.

“Then let me in!” Sonic insisted, charging suddenly into the door in the hopes of catching her off guard. Though it succeeded in that, Sally’s new size had him proportionately outweighed. The door only gave a slight rattle, leaving Sonic dazed on her doorstop.

Not that Sally really cared at that moment. Preassure on her chest was making it difficult to breathe each cup size her inflating breasts surpassed. Vest zipper creaked to keep them contained, but held on with surprising stubbornness. Biting her teeth, Sally silently begged for any kind release. It was finally found as the zipper suddenly burst, releasing her assets in a loud ‘fwoomp.’ The white undershirt ripped in several places, starting to resemble a makeshift tank top. Unlike the rest of her growth, Sally was greatly relieved when theirs wavered off. Granted it still left her at a size that could reduce Rouge the Bat to tears.

“Come on, Sal. Don’t do this!” Sonic banged on the door again. All attempts at entry met with little success under Sally’s increasing weight. “If something’s wrong I want to help.”

“N-no...I’m f-fine...” Sally was starting to use the door as a brace now. Boots were growing painfully tight at the unseen changes continued inside them, making her knees quiver. Although she could not see past her breasts, and greater stomach, increasing pain trying to shuffle her feet told plenty. Toes ached and strained against boot fabric, each tip puffing out in three clear indentions. Then the whole boot began to bulge trying to hold in feet much larger than they originally intended for. “There’s...there’s nothing to worry about...”

She was cut off by her own startled cry. The tiny chipmunk tail atop her ballooning behind exploded in a growth spurt. It grew rapidly in length, swelling out with thick muscle amidst loud rips following the destruction of her pants seat. Soon she had a powerful tail swishing around the floor behind her, attached to an equally thick rear clad only in stretched blue panties. At least those were doing a better job keeping her covered, stretched comfortably across her pelvis more then she thought the elastic could ever allow. In her shocked daze, Sally reached behind her to grasp the growing tail. Feeling her paws caressing its thick mat of fur was more than enough to believe it was now hers. Unfortunately, that meant there was little to hold the door when Sonic built up to ramming speed again. It flung open, cracking off its hinges while whacking Sally full on. The force sent her sprawling back several feet, landing painfully on her newly grown posterior and tail.

“Sal!?” Sonic dashed inside, panicked by her cries of distress. The sight of Sally’s bloated and transforming body on the floor only added surprise and amazement to his face. Not to mention a little embarrassment with the front of her panties spread before him. “W...what happened to you!?”

“AH!!!” Sally was initially still seeing stars from the wood meeting her face. Luckily her soft belly and breasts absorbed most of the impact, making it easy to snap back to reality when her shoes began to tear. Both of her once dainty feet burst out of their boots, easily triple their original length. Each ended in three meatball-like toes with plush paw pads. Sally wiggled them experimentally, gasping when they complied.

Sally’s changes appeared to stop, leaving the pair to stare at each other in silence for a very long time. They were in too deep of a shock to make much sense of it all. From first glance, Sally’s face appeared essentially the same. Acute ears had grown out a little, and there was a bit of plumpness filling out her face and arms. But that paled in comparison to the melon sized breasts stretching apart her vest. Their size enough to reduce the once lose shirt worn underneath to a snug bra. What really changed is when Sonic’s eyes roamed down past her waist. Sally’s entire lower half rolled outwards into the exaggerated pear shape of a kangaroo. Complete with a pouch flap on her stomach just above the panties stretched comfortably across her gigantic hips and butt.

Shock quickly gave way to embarrassment as Sally realized the gravity of her position. Thick legs closed in an attempt to keep whatever dignity she had left safe. It did little good considering their wide girth and short length. Besides, attempting to get up was more than enough to destroy her pride. The wide swell of her rump and hips made it near impossible to get a good footing without having to roll for momentum. It took a bit of added pushing with her arms, but the squirrel-roo finally managed to lift into a standing position. Both got another surprise when this gave notice to Sally’s increase in height. Another foot or two and she would have banged her head on the huts roof.

It was Sonic that found his voice first. And naturally, he always knows just what to say for an ice breaker.

“Wow, Sally girl. Have you put on weight this winter?”

It took Sally exactly one second to process his question. Another two seconds later both learned not all her added mass was just for show. The paw pads of her left foot met Sonic’s chest, sending him sailing back out the front door into a distant speck. He raced back in a blue blur seconds later, nursing a giant imprint of her foot on his chest and face.

“Come on, Sal. It can’t possibly be THAT bad.”

The look she gave made him brace for another strike. However, she gave out an irritated sigh and threw her paws in the air with disgust.

“Not bad? Not bad!? How can this not be bad!?” Sally glared down her transformed body. Resentment grew deeper at not being able to see her feet, much less the ground. “I look like an inflated water balloon in panties!”

“Y-yeah...” Sonic blushed a little at being reminded of Sally’s half nakedness. Being almost eye level with her waistline only made it harder not to stare. “At least now you know the royal tailor is earning his money.”

“Sonic, you’re not helping!” Sally huffed, rubbing her paws down the crest her swollen belly. It was then they discovered the extra folds of skin lower down, causing her to gasp Attempts to bend and examine it further only became hindered by her breasts. “And what the heck is that!?”

“Well, kangaroos do have pouches.” Sonic chuckled as he approached Sally. He reached up both paws to the extra skin, opening it up a little.

“Eek!” Sally giggled at the contact of cool air blowing into her pouch. That unintended reaction made her face to turn a darker shade of red before trying to swat Sonic away. “Sonic, stop that! It tickles!”

“Oh does it!?”  Sonic easily dodged attempts at pushing him away and deliberately start rubbing Sally’s belly in earnest. There was almost no resistance to his touches, feeling more like a big brown furred pillow as it squeezed and flowed around white gloved paws. Considering its size, he had very little trouble getting it to bounce with his massage.

All of Sally’s attempts at defense melted away under a fit of giggles. Pleas of mercy fell on deaf ears. Soon she struggled just to keep her sides from jiggling. When Sonic pressed in she tried to break away, only to trip on her roo tail. The fall was enough to make dishes rattle, but she barely felt an impact that time.

“See?” Sonic chided, tickling the pads on Sally’s uplifted paws; a light contact that sent her into more giggles. “This might be a good look for you, Sal.”

“You...like this?” Sally’s tried to hide her blushing with a paw while struggling to catch her breath. She looked down at her changed body again, rubbing her bulging sides with a sudden hint of admiration.

“Well, some people do like big and soft things,” Sonic explained as he strolled alongside Sally, running a finger along her leg. He paused at her hips to rest both arms and chin against them. Looking up into her eyes between mountain breasts, his grin turned a bit goofy. “You might want to consider some custom tailoring though; unless you want to make a fashion out of underwear.”

Sally giggled, reaching up to cup her breasts. She bit her lip while looking pensively at their size. “I don’t know Sonic...”

The train of thought was soon derailed by another round of belly tickles.

A few minutes later, Amy Rose could have been seen storming through the more secluded supply huts of Knothole. Upon reaching the desired door, she did not even bother to check before smashing it with a swift kick.

“Cait, you lying jerk!”

“Wha!!” The orange tabby that had been resting on some crates tumbled back into a landed on his head. Seconds later his body tilted forward to plop on the ground with it. “What’d I do this time?”

“It’s what you DIDN’T do,” Amy said as she stormed over, slamming both paws on the crate.

The tabby instantly jumped to his feet in a fright. Old habit says it is not wise to upset a female. Thinking quickly, he grabbed an open milk jug resting beside his makeshift chair and offered it. “Maybe you should calm down and have a drink...please?”

“Hmph!” Amy stared daggers but snatched the beverage. Its entire contents were drunk in several hasty gulps. As cool cream traveled down her throat, the refreshing feeling did help improve her mood. With a relieved sigh, she set the bottle down and glared at Cait with a little more composure. “I thought we agreed you’d make Sonic stop giving Sally attention!”

“No, you asked for something to happen to Sally without hurting or killing her,” Cait snerked, running a paw through his whiskers. There was a trace of pride in his words.  “I just took a few creative liberties.”

Amy slammed on the crate again, causing Cait’s fur to rise. “Then why is Sonic playing with a kangaroo big enough to have her own gravity field right now!? If anything, he looks even more interested with her!”

“Maybe he has a foot fetish?” Cait offered with a shrug. When Amy started to advance over the crate towards him, he backed away raising both paws for a shield. “Okayokay! We can still fix this! All you got to do is make yourself even more appealing to what-his-name.”

“And how exactly are we going to do tha-AHH!!”

Amy’s paws shot to her backside just in time to feel her tiny hedgehog tail grow and swell. Loud rips and startled cries filled the hut for a few seconds, leaving Amy with a pink furred kangaroo’s tail. The growth left her skirt split in the back, exposing her butt covered in purple and pink heart panties. She stared at the transformed appendage twitching in the dirt, shifting her gaze to the empty milk bottle on the crate. Finally she turned her attention back to Cait, ignoring how the rest of her dress was feeling uncomfortably tight. A sweat drop traveled down her face as the expression turned from confused shock to unbridled fury. “You suck on so many levels!”

Cait rolled his eyes. “I get that a lot...”