Fatty Rouge for Anon

"Come on... COME ON...!"

Rouge the Bat struggled and strained, grunting as quietly as she could manage as she tried to pull herself out from the chimney she was wedged inside of. But no matter how much squirming she did, or how intensely she wiggled her hips around, she was no closer to escaping than she was three minutes ago.

"Nngh... GAH! Ah... Oh boy..."

Panting and gasping as if she had run several miles nonstop, the bat burglar relaxed and let herself simply sit in the chimney, catching her breath as she tried her best to formulate an escape plan.

'Alright Rouge, stay calm. You've stolen Chaos Emeralds AND the Master Emerald. You infiltrate high tech facilities every other day before breakfast. You even fought your way through Eggman's armada of airships for crying out loud! You're a master thief, one who makes Arsene Lupin look like an amateur. You're not gonna be foiled by some rich guy's chimney...'

Had this been just a year ago, her words would have rung true. In fact, it wouldn't be a problem to begin with! But when one was prone to gorging themselves on fancy feast after fancy feast in between heists, the pounds had a funny way of adding up over time. And right now, Rouge was paying for all that binging thanks to having at least two hundred or so extra pounds of fat on her once-curvaceous frame. Her belly, once trim and fit was now a doughy blob that spilled over the mouth of the chimney and quivered slightly with each deep breath she took. Her beast of a gut already made it a challenge to fit through small spaces, but it was nothing that couldn't fixed by simply sucking it in. The real problem was her hips, which was where a lot of her body fat accumulated. Rouge was willing to accept a fat gut as an acceptable tradeoff for thunder thighs and a jiggly ass since they did a lot to spice things up in the bedroom, but unlike her gut? You couldn't suck in the fat on your hips and had to hope that you could wriggle enough to squeeze them through tight spaces. And right now, all the squirming in the world didn't change the fact that her hips were uncomfortably squeezed far too tightly against the walls of the brick passageway.

'Alright, now let's see...'

Rouge stroked her chins contemplatively, trying desperately to find a way out of this mess.

'I'm having a hard time getting out of here, but I WAS able to get in. I could just let myself go back down the chimney and escape through a window or door... Ugh, except they have an alarm, and I'm pretty sure the security panel is in the mark's bedroom. And there's no way a gal with a bod like mine is going to be able to sneak past him and disable it... Heh, assuming I can even fit back down to begin with.'

Rouge sighed and shamefully rested her hand on her gut. With nothing else to do, she took a few seconds to listen to her stomach growl loudly over the howl of the chilly winter air.

'Ugh, I can't believe I let my appetite get this out of control. I really should have just gone to the gym like I kept saying I would all summer, but... agh, what was I supposed to do?! Have my world-class chefs waste their talent on celery and carrot sticks?' Rouge then gave her gut a slap, and growled under her breath as it wobbled like a mound of Jello. '...yeah. Yeah I should have. God...'

Rouge glared down at her padded frame... and suddenly perked up when her gaze drifted down to her generous cleavage, which in turn made a figurative lightbulb switch on in her head.

'Ha HA! I know what I can do! Once the man of the house wakes up, maybe I can sweet-talk him into letting me go if I let him play with these for a bit...'

That was another perk for women Rouge's size: big tits. Really, REALLY big tits. And since she was already busty to begin with, Rouge's chest had ballooned to the point that her breasts were slightly smaller than her head. She gave her left breast a series of rhythmic squeezes with her free hand and chuckled seductively as it bounced and flopped around in her grasp.

'Ha ha, just look at these knockers. No man worth his salt would ever pass up the chance to get his hands on them!'

But then, she looked over to her left hand, which was holding the mouth of a sack stuffed to the brim with laptops, golden silverware, jewelry, money, flash drives, golden ornaments, and other such things. It rested neatly on the roof, heavy with the weight of all the valuables stuffed inside which caused the reality of Rouge's situation to settle in.

'Feh, who am I kidding? A guy like him would be too busy freaking out over his stolen goods before paying a busty babe any mind.'

Rouge continued brainstorming, and shrugged as she realized that there was only one option left.

'You know, if he's tired enough and possibly hung over... could I trick him into thinking that I'm Santa Claus? I mean, I'm stuck in the chimney, have a bag full of goodies, and my belly DEFINITELY jiggles like a bowl full of jelly."

Rouge gave her gut a smack for emphasis, and she was impressed by just how accurate of a description that was: the set of purple tights she opted to wear really did make her jiggly blob of a belly look like a mound of grape jelly.

"...it's worth a shot. Definitely. I've gotten by on more extreme lies, like that time I tricked a bunch of Eggman's robots into thinking that I was his wife! Heh, what kind of name is Lucinda anyway..."