Blrghrhgh," the whimper came, muffled and drowned out upon the endless tides of thick, calorie-laden Baconnaise...Baconnaise, the mayonnaise with all the healthy bacony goodness! The latest blob-inducing product had hit the market, and was already implemented into Rouge's masterful-excellent-bitching-awesome masterplan for attracting customers. "Blmfrrh!" Tubes, a series of tubes, hoses leading up to the blob's mouth, feeding a constant stream of goopygoo.
"I just love when the rich folks visit," the bat chuckles slyly to herself, raking her fingers through a thick wad of paper bills, another successful night at the club since she had pioneered the industry. By making Knuckles fat. It was bizarre, she had to admit, but the logic was sound. If he couldn't move, then she could profit. Nobody knew what the steps between were. Did they need to?

Food, of course, being the most readily-available source, however did she expect that feeding him would bring in the punters? If she had only known sooner instead of chasing some silly gems and everything! "Maybe I could jack up the price, they'd still pay for it, I bet..." Musing to her own mind, the entrepeneurial bat finished counting the notes, glancing to the immensely sweaty red blob nearby, watching it heave and blubble and groan and slosh and make all manners of filthy, sweat-causing motions and sounds. That money-making mountain sloshed slightly from the constant filling liquid-food-sauce, the Echidna was just a joke of what he once was.
"Blrhggf!" Knucklesblob protested weakly, but entirely powerless to do anything, his body much too heavy to be shifted, even by his own accord. Any attempt at motion was met with zero success, hands and feet had been submerged into his own red ocean of lardy fat blobness a long, long time ago...

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I should be doing commissions/contest entries but this happened instead, mostly because I wanted to try a different angle. I don't think most of you will mind, though.
p.s. a drgn wrote the description~