You're Makin' Me

Hungry Again

"Oooohh," Sonic moaned, sitting up again. Had he dreamed he ate all that food? He felt starved once again, his stomach growling angrily within him. He pressed his hands there against it and rolled over onto his back.

It seemed he really had eaten all that food, for he felt the skin on his body where it had not been before. BUT he was still hungry. Very much so, in fact.

"Oh! My stomach!" He complained, arising from the table, suddenly ravenous. "Food! I need food!" His stomach rumbled as he opened the fridge. Nothing lay within, but for a few soda bottles. Sonic growled angrily, slamming the door closed.

He looked up in the pantry, and found some store-processed cakes. He tore through them like a shredder though paper. He was still desirous. "More!" He laughed manically. "More!"

Before Amy could hinder him (she was asleep), he dashed out the door. He found a grove of banana trees, and robbed the tropical trees of their fruits. He dug up mushrooms from the earth and ate them. He found and devoured apples and oranges, grapes and crabapples. At one point, he even ordered up a dozen chili dogs, complete with chili fries!

Sonic paid and drummed on his tummy. He wasn't plump anymore, but he was back to being steamlined Sonic. Now that he felt more like himself, more under control, he could return to Amy's side.

He dashed back, being careful not to go too fast. He didn't want to go crazy from hunger like he had only a few moments ago. He was feeling pretty stuffed from that mini feast, but just to be sure, he bought an ice cream for the run home. It sat cold and easy in his tummy while he ran to the house of Amy Rose.

While he was gone, Amy had restored order to her kitchen. It was no easy task, but she'd done it. (This will give you an idea of how long Sonic was gone). She had just finished her own meal of vegetarian chili and was about to put it away when a gust of wind caused her to lose her balance.

"Sonic!" She accused, turning on her heel. "How dare you--oh!" Amy flushed, covering her mouth.

Sonic looked. . .amazing. His eyes were alive with youthful vigor, a healthy wetness coloring their centers, giving them their common sheen. His fur was bright and healthy, and even his little black nose seemed brighter! He smiled at her, drumming on his stomach again.

"Sonic. . ." She breathed, amazed at what one little feast had done. "Sonic. . .you're. . ."

"Hmmm," Sonic giggled, ceasing drumming on his belly. "It sounds better now, don't you think? Got a nice, thick tone to it." Even his voice was restored! That cockiness was back, with three times the brightness and glee present there.

Amy squeezed him tight against her body, Sonic laughing as she cried out tears of joy.