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“Great!” A black edgy hedgehog grunted as he tried to open the door. Then, he tried kicking the door open. “You got us both locked in here.”
“Relax Shadow!” A blue hedgehog in cool sneakers looked relaxed. “I’ll find us a way out of here. I always do.”
“Sonic,” Shadow looked right at Sonic with a serious glare. “The only way out is through this door. The metal encasing around us is bolted down and made of a material guaranteed to lock at least you in here. There is no way,” Shadow would take his right hand to swipe through the air, “we’ll be getting out of here.” Shadow would shout into the void. “Robotnik! I know you’re listening! Whatever your game is, we’re not going to play.”
There was silence but Shadow’s message would be heard well enough.
Not long after Shadow made his stand, light brown spores would filter and fall into their containment. It had a scent of brown sugar, chocolate, and cinnamon. Almost like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. As not breathing wasn’t an answer, both of the hedgehogs would sniff up the heavy dust that fell. It would quickly take effect. Sonic would take a more immediate effect on him.
“Hey, Shadow. Are you getting hungry?” Sonic’s stomach would begin rumbling. His body was craving chili dogs, his go to food.
Shadow took the time to get a sense of his body. For some reason, he was starving. It felt like he hadn’t eaten food for several days. Despite knowing that he had eaten food recently. What was this powdery spore stuff that had fallen in? Was there more to it than that?
“I feel like I haven’t eaten in ages.” Shadow said in agreement.
“I know! Right? Such strange feelings.” Sonic would slightly slouch his body as he put both arms behind his head.
Right on cue, two tubes would lower themselves into the containment chamber. From the top, it looked like there were heavy masses of something starting to flow through. One scent could confirm the substance being pumped through was some sort of food. The hedgehogs locked eyes on the tubes. Their mouths, salivating.
Sonic’s guard was down. He zipped to the tube in mere seconds. His mouth around the opening. Sucking the food through the tube and into his throat. Shadow looked with shame and hesitancy.
“How could Sonic throw caution against the wind?” Shadow shook his head no. Slowly approaching the feeding tube. Shadow sniffed the tube again. Food. Unsure what type of food but it looked like it might be edible. “Should I?” Shadow asked out loud to himself.
Sonic overheard. He’d momentarily stop eating to respond.
“You totally should. The food is so good! Whoever made it, I give them props.” Sonic was once again eating from the tube.
Shadow looked up at the tube. The food was nearly to the open end. It would be a waste if the food gathered on the ground. Shadow cautiously slid the tube into his mouth. Sucking the food through, he would taste hot dog, chili, and cheese.
Taking the tube out of his mouth to comment, “Of course it would be chili cheese dog.” Shadow slid the tube back into his mouth.
The food did taste good. Too good. Should Shadow be alarmed or grateful that they were getting nourished. Those thoughts quickly faded as food continued to flow through his throat and into his stomach. Barely filling him up. The more he chugged down the food, the hungrier he became and the lower his guard was.
The two hedgehogs became arrested to the feeding tubes. Their bodies were slumping and relaxed. Softening from the calories they were quickly digesting. Gravity pulled them down as their bodies grew heavy. Why fight when they could stay and eat? Their minds were changing to be more complacent. Falling into plans for one particular evil scientist.
Fat formed where lean muscle was. What once was a body built for speed was now replaced by a body meant for lounging. Each limb quickly increases its circumference, pushing their loose arms against their flabby torsos and their thighs touching and rubbing against each other. Their stomachs bulged forward; creating an apron for their widening hips. Asses that pillowed out to become cushions as large as pillows on chaise lounges. Their bodies became pudgy to the point where they were oversized plushies. And as their bodies grew in size, their bodies would dip to a squatting position and then to a sitting position. Fully becoming docile to the effects of their containment.
They were now contained. Chained to the food that drained through the tubes and into their stomachs. Filling their containment with the same speed as they could run. Dependent on the overlord of this scheme. As they sucked the tubes, they hadn’t realized that they had drained their food resources dry. There was no food that would squirt out of the tubes. They were sucking dry air that was coated in the flavor of the food.
On their fat asses, they would feel the tubes exiting from their food holes. Ascending to the roof of their metal containment.
“My food!” Sonic’s eyes went wide in almost a panic. Desiring more of what was being fed to him.
Shadow snarled as the tube evacuated itself.
“Give me back my damn food!” Shadow yelled in demand. Wanting to stand but finding that he could not.
The sounds of compartments opening and closing could be heard. Rising up from the floor in front of them was a metal trough. As deep as their bodies and as wide as their bodies. Empty and ready to be filled. An upper compartment, that was between the two tubes, would open up. Dropping pounds of food straight into the tube from a larger pipe that was embedded into the containment. It was hooked to the food machine that had been recently refilled with the same mixture as before.
The hedgehogs sniffed the food as it landed. Their eyes affixed to the lumps of fresh, warm food presented before them. Repositioning their bodies, they would get on all fours. Their heads being lowered into the trough. A desire to be fed was filled within them. Pushing their faces into the food. Eating, chomping, and swallowing large chunks into their mouths. They were wild animals. Fat wild animals and neither of them cared. Pushing their bodies towards immobility tens of pounds ahead. From outside the containment, there would be a maniacal laugh in a moment of victory for the mad scientist named Dr. Robotnik.