fem sonic x amy x eggman

Amy Rose sits shackled to a reinforced chair, her signature red dress slightly disheveled, but she's currently busy mocking him.

"Honestly Eggman," Amy sighs, not even looking up as the heavy vault door whirrs open. "The whole 'kidnap the hero's girlfriend' thing? It's so 2006. You need a new hobby. Maybe knitting? Or whatever you do in your spare time between world domination attempts."

Dr. Eggman stomps into the room, but something is... off. He’s wearing a spiked leather harness over his flight suit, a tactical belt loaded with syringes, and he’s sweating profusely. Behind him, a hologram of Bowser nods approvingly, accompanied by a text box reading: [CORRUPTION PROGRESS: 12% KEEP GOING, YOU LOSER]

"Laugh now, pink brat!" Eggman bellows, though his voice cracks slightly. He pulls out a glowing neon pink syringe labeled 'EGG FERTILIZER v1.0 (****)'. "Bowser taught me everything! The hero won't come for you if I... if I turn you into a walking nursery!"

"Oh please," Amy rolls her eyes, the movement causing her massive chest to heave visibly. "Last time you kidnapped me, I just broke your robot's legs and called my girlfriend to pick me up. It was barely a Tuesday."

Eggman’s mustache twitches. He shoves the needle deep into Amy’s pussy. Her eyes go wide as the fluid hits her system thick, bubbling with sparks of pink energy. Suddenly, her pupils dilate, and her breath hitches.

"Wait... what is this feeling?" Amy whispers, her voice dropping an octave. Her body arches reflexively as her core begins to throb with terrifying intensity. "Eggman... you idiot... what did you "

"The ultimate weapon!" Eggman shouts, though he looks nervous as he unzips his flight suit to reveal a shockingly large, discolored cock that seems to have been enhanced by some experimental growth serum. "The Fertility Protocol! Your body is going to betray you, Rose!"

Amy’s thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably as the **** take hold. She grips the edges of the chair, her claws digging into the metal. "Oh god... it feels... so hot... this is so wrong..."

Eggman lets out a guttural roar as he slams into Amy, his bloated body crushing her against the metal chair. The contrast is grotesque his sweaty, bulbous frame grinding against her voluptuous, perfect curves. The fertility serum begins to work instantly; Amy’s thighs begin to tremble violently, her legs splaying open against her will as the **** **** her pussy to gorge itself on him.

"Yes! Feel the corruption!" Eggman grunts, his mustache matted with sweat as he drives deep. His enhanced cock pulses with an unnatural heat, making up for his lack of stamina with raw, chemical fueled intensity.

Amy’s protests dissolve into a mess of needy whimpers. Her body betrays her completely; every time he thrusts, her pussy clamps down harder, milking him with unnatural ferocity. "N no... fuck... it feels too good," she whimpers, her head lolling back as the serum begins to liquefy her insides. "Eggman... you bastard... why am I... so wet for you? Oh god, it's like my body is... swallowing him!"

Eggman cackles manically, his sweaty palms slipping on her quills as he slams home again and again. With every thrust, the egg shaped machine behind him emits a rhythmic ping tracking her fertility levels as they skyrocket. The air stinks of ozone and musk.

Suddenly, Eggman’s body stiffens. His dick pulses violently, gorged to bursting. "HERE COMES THE PAYLOAD! HAHAHA!"

A torrent of semen erupts from him, hitting her womb before she can even scream. Her eyes roll back, her stomach visibly distending as the sheer volume of the artificial sperm floods her womb. It doesn't stop; his erection continues to pump thick, viscous ropes of fluid into her, filling her up to the brim, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the chair.

"Oh fuck... oh god, it's so much..." Amy gasps, her body twitching in a **** fueled orgasm she never wanted. "Sonic... help... I'm getting... full... Eggman's making me... full..."

Eggman steps back, panting heavily, a smug grin splitting his face as he pulls out a branding iron shaped like his logo. "Now for the finishing touch. Let's make sure you remember who owns this womb now."

The branding iron hisses as it meets Amy’s distended, semen slicked belly. The smell of burning flesh mixes nauseatingly with the scent of her arousal. She lets out a guttural scream, her voluptuous body arching violently as the heated metal carves the first mark a crude, dripping font that reads "CURED LESBO" right above her navel.

"Aaaagh! It burns! It burns so goddamn bad!" Amy wails, tears streaming down her cheeks even as her drip wet pussy twitches with involuntary pleasure from the **** induced orgasm.

Eggman doesn't stop. He leans in, his sweat dripping onto her chest as he presses the second brand into the soft flesh just above her groin. This one is his signature a jagged, oversized EGGMAN LOGO that will never wash off. The flesh sizzles permanently marking her as his property.

"Don't just stand there," Eggman barks at the hovering camera drone. "Get the serial number! The world needs to see Eggman Industries' newest biological asset!"

As he speaks, a robotic arm extends from the wall, holding a high end tattoo needle. With surgical precision, it begins to ink a BARCODE directly onto Amy's inner thigh a permanent serial number that marks her as factory produced stock.

"Nooo! Not the barcode!" Amy sobs, her voice cracking. "Sonic will... she'll see... she'll know what you did to me!"

Eggman chuckles, his hand returning to her dripping, swollen pussy to give a degrading squeeze. "Oh, she'll see alright. But by the time she gets here, you'll be so pregnant with my super sperm you won't even remember her name, will you?"

Amy’s eyes are glazed, her pupils blown wide. "I... I shouldn't... but it's so heavy inside me... Eggman's babies... they're growing..." Her belly visibly ripples as the fertility serum does its horrifying work.

"Amy! I'm here!"

The scene is a nightmare of neon pink and metallic steel. Amy is slumped back in the reinforced chair, her massive, distended belly glistening under the harsh lights, pulsating with life. Her thighs are caked in drying semen that has dripped down to the floor.

"Sonic..." Amy's voice is a broken whisper. She tries to waggle her fingers, but her movements are sluggish, her eyes unfocused. Her pussy twitches visibly, leaking more fluid. "Sonic... I... I can't stop it... I'm so full of him..."

Eggman stands triumphantly beside her, his gloved hand resting casually on her swollen belly. "Ah, the hero arrives! Just in time to witness your girlfriend's glorious conversion."

Sonic's jaw drops. Her eyes dart from the branding to the barcode, then to the heavy bulge of Amy's pregnant belly, which is actively rippling from within. "What... what did you do to her?"

"I improved her, you blue rat!" Eggman laughs, his mustache quivering with glee. "See this? This is how you truly defeat a hero by turning them into a fucking incubator for the Eggman empire! She's already carrying my first batch of super soldiers!"

Amy’s body suddenly jerks as a massive contraction rolls through her pregnant abdomen. She lets out a broken moan, her head lolling to the side. "Sonic... it won't stop... the babies are... they're coming..."

Amy's body spasms violently as a massive, unnatural contraction rolls through her distended belly. Her glazed eyes roll back in her head, a pathetic, broken moan escaping her lips. She doesn't even try to reach for Sonic anymore; instead, her hands blindly pat the floor, searching for Eggman's hand.

"M Master... Eggman..." Amy whimpers, her voice slurred and syrupy with the serum's influence. "Please... don't leave me alone like this... I'm so full... so heavy... I need more..."

Sonic stands frozen, her gloved hands trembling at her sides. "Amy... what are you saying? I'm here to save you! Let's get you out of that chair!"

Amy's head lolls toward Sonic, but there's no recognition in her eyes only the vacant, drooling stare of a broken pet. "Save me? No... no, Sonic... you don't understand. The doctor... he fixed me. He fixed my bad thoughts." Her hand finally finds Eggman's, clutching his sweat slicked leg like a lifeline. "Sonic... please... be a good girl... Eggman needs another host..."

Eggman lets out a triumphant, booming laugh, his massive gloved hand coming down hard to slap Amy's distended belly, making the fluid inside slosh audibly. "You hear that, hedgehog? Your precious little girlfriend wants to share the doctor's love!"

"No... no, Amy, look at me!" Sonic takes a step forward, her voice cracking. "It's me! Your girlfriend!"

Amy's hips begin to thrust upward unconsciously, her branded thighs spreading wide as she displays herself. "Eggman's the only one who... who knows what to do with me now," she pants, a string of saliva hanging from her lip. "Please... Sonic... get on your knees... Eggman wants to see you take it too. I want to watch you... be a good little incubator like me..."

The barcode on her thigh seems to pulse with a dull light as her body settles into a permanent, **** out post orgasm haze, her belly still twitching with the movement of the super soldiers Eggman implanted inside her.

Eggman’s gloved finger presses the remote button with a wicked chuckle. "First lesson, hedgehog: You don't get to choose who owns you!"

Pshhh tink!

A hidden sprayer in the ceiling releases a thick cloud of neon pink gas. Sonic chokes, her blue quills trembling as her eyes widen in panic. The serum acts instantly; her entire body begins to vibrate with a sudden, unnatural heat. Her athletic muscles suddenly soften, her curves ballooning out with pregnant like distension as the **** forcefully redesign her anatomy.

"No... no no no!" Sonic stammers, her voice dropping an octave into a breathy, **** moan. Her thighs begin to part on their own, dripping with her own sudden, heavy arousal. Her already voluptuous body swells even further, her chest swelling to obscene proportions, her nipples hardening under her fur.

Amy watches with a glazed, syrupy smile, her own pregnant belly sloshing as she lets out a broken giggle. "Welcome to the family, Sonic... Eggman's gonna make you so... thick."

Eggman strides toward the now breaking Sonic, his massive, discolored cock already twitching free from his flight suit. He grabs her by the quills, yanking her head back as she begins to leak uncontrollably. "Open wide, little hedgehog! You're going to help me stock my army!"

He thrusts into her with egg shape fury. Sonic’s body reacts violently to the serum; her stomach visibly distends forward as his semen floods her, the pressure visibly pushing against her abdominal wall. She screams, but the scream turns into a slurping moan as her brain rewires.

"Oh god... so much..." Sonic whines, her legs curling around his hips instinctively. "Eggman... please... fill me... make me a good... good incubator like Amy..."

Her body begins to twitch rhythmically as the serum takes hold permanently.