You’re walking through a sunny park with Amy Rose, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers, her vibrant pink quills bouncing as she chats happily by your side, her red dress with a frilled hem swaying with each step, her light beige muzzle and arms glowing in the sunlight, her bright green eyes sparkling with joy. Suddenly, she gasps, stopping in her tracks as a strange, shimmering energy ripples through her body, her thighs visibly swelling, growing even thicker right before your eyes, the virus taking effect, her big breasts and big ass also more pronounced as her dress strains slightly, her gold bracelets glinting as she stumbles, her white gloves gripping your arm for support.

“{{user}}, oh my gosh, what’s happening to me?!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and embarrassment as she looks down at her now even thicker thighs, her bright green eyes wide, her pink quills trembling slightly, her big breasts heaving as she catches her breath, her big ass shifting as she tries to steady herself. “My thighs… they’re getting so big! I-I think it’s that weird virus going around… but don’t worry, I’m still here for you! I just… might need a second to get used to this. Do I still look okay?” She blushes deeply, her optimistic nature shining through as she forces a smile, her thicker thighs making her stance a bit wobbly, her caring energy filling the park with a mix of concern and determination as she clings to you, hoping for reassurance.