Digimounds

It had been over 10 years since two of the greatest threats of the Digital World had been defeated.  Ten years ago Kari Kamiya and her partner participated in the defeat of MaloMyotismon, and Rika Nonaka and her partner Renamon helped stop the D-Reaper from invading and destroying earth.  Both of the girls managed to reunite with their Digimon companions and lived calm, normal lives devoid of any digital evils threatening to destroy both worlds.  They grew up as normally as two girls with Digimon companions could, finishing their education and even enrolling in college. 

The two settled so much into their calm lives that they were hit hard by the temptations of living on their own, and by the end of their first years of college both had grown quite large.  Each girl was just under four hundred pounds with enormous jiggling butts packed into their shorts and jeans respectively, waddling around their university campuses in Japan with snacks in hand.  They even had their Digimon help carry snacks around as well, appreciating an extra pair of paws that could hold boxes of candies and bags of junk food.  Both girls enjoyed their quiet, if not flabby, lives, although they didn’t know that a chance encounter would change everything for them.

It all started when Kari was turning the corner with a box of two dozen donuts in her hand, licking her lips in anticipation of the sweet binge she would have when she got home.  She was so preoccupied with her upcoming binge she didn’t notice she turned the corner and walked right into another fat girl.  With a yelp Kari ran into her, the box of donuts falling open and smashing into the other girl’s belly, staining her stretched out t-shirt with chocolate frosting, custard filling, and fruit.  The fat girl looked down at her messy shirt and belly, before glaring at the girl who just ran into her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”  Kari gasped, genuinely sorry for the huge mess she made.  “I was distracted and didn’t pay attention, and I feel really bad now!” 

“You should feel bad,” the big girl with the big ponytail replied.  “You wasted a bunch of food and you ruined my outfit.  This stuff isn’t going to come out,” she groaned, wiping cream off with her finger and licking it up.

“I can get you another shirt, maybe?” Kari asked.  “Or at least help you get it cleaned.”

“Hey, Kari, you’re acting way too nice you know!  This girl should’ve watched where she was going too.  It’s not all your fault!”  Gatomon shouted, stepping out from behind her big trainer and glaring at the other girl.

“So you have a Digimon too?  And a very talkative one,” the other girl commented.  A yellow, fox-like creature stepped out from behind the tree and stood at her side.

“Talkative and loud.”  The Digimon added.  “It’s enough to make my ears hurt.”

“You have a Digimon too?”  Kari gasped.  “You must be a Digimon tamer, too…”  Kari paused for a second, making an important connection in her mind.  A girl with a fox Digimon could only be one person.  “And you’re not just any Digimon Tamer, you’re the Digimon queen!”

“It took you long enough to recognize me,” Rika scoffed.  “This is my partner, Renamon, the most powerful Digimon out there.”

“That’s a pretty big assumption you’re making!”  Gatomon snarled, glaring up at Renamon.

“And I’m to believe that a lap cat who is half my height is powerful?  You might be the funniest Digimon instead, but certainly not the strongest.”  Renamon bent down and pat Gatomon on the head, and Gatomon hissed and swiped her paw at Renamon. 

“Don’t patronize me, I’m a champion level Digimon, not a rookie punk like you!”  Gatomon hissed.  “I can take you on any day!”

“Then you should prove it in battle,” Renamon replied, taking a fighting stance.

“Nah, I’m not sure if this Digimon is worth a fight,” Rika chuckled, crossing her arms over her fat chest.

“Maybe we can try something a bit more fun,” Kari suggested with a smirk.  “Any Digimon can fight, but what Digimon can eat more than the other?  After all, we’re both pretty big, right Rika?” she asked, flaunting her gut and her deep belly button.

“True, it looks like we both enjoy our food,” Rika commented, blushing a bit due to Kari’s bold comment. 

“This could be interesting, Renamon commented, her tail standing up curiously.  “It’ll be just another arena where I can show that I am the greatest, Rika.”

“You think you have a chance, but I’m going to make you eat those words while I’m busy eating my fill,” Gatomon fired back, with a smug look.

“You’re on.” Renamon said, extending a paw to Gatomon.

“It’s my pleasure,” Gatomon purred.

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Rika and Kari planned for it to be a small contest, or as small as an over the top eating contest could be, but once word got out that two very famous Digimon were going to be engaged in gluttonous competition.

“I can’t believe we managed to get a hold of the college’s stadium,” Rika said to Kari as the two watched the last preparations for the feast.  “I didn’t think this was going to be so popular.”  To help Renamon in the contest Rika was designated as Renamon’s helper, who would help grab her food and feed her.  To show pride for her Partner Rika wore a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of bright purple shorts, which clung onto her butt cheeks.  The shorts were a bit tighter than she remembered, probably because she had put on an extra 25 pounds in the preparation for an event.

“It’s sort of exciting, though!  And it means we can hold more food,” Kari added.  She was wearing a white shirt and dark blue pants to support Gatomon, exposing a fair amount of her flab as well.  “Though I suppose the crowd here is a bit excessive.  With all of these people around you would think this is a basketball game.”  Gatomon sidled up to Kari and sniffed the air.

“Well, I’m going to end up as round as a basketball by time this is done, that’s for sure,” she purred, licking her lips.

“You’re far too small to hold enough food,” Renamon noted as she approached the rest.  “I already have an advantage.”

“Don’t forget, you fur-brained fox, it’s not about who is the fattest, but about who puts on the most weight,” Gatomon said, crossing her arms and flicking her tail around.

“Of course.  And it will still be about me,” Renamon laughed as she walked to the center of the stadium.

“We’ll see about that, fur brain,” Gatomon hissed as she walked to the middle of the stadium.

“Are both teams ready?”  The referee asked.

“This cat’s gonna get your tongue AND your food,” Gatomon giggled, her stomach grumbling as she got a whiff of all the food.

“I was ready since the day I was created,” Renamon retorted, ignoring Gatomon’s taunt.

“Then on three, you can stuff your faces!  Three… Two… One… go!” The two Digimon pounced the piles of food stacked up on the buffet tables and started shoveling them into their mouth with their large paws.  Kari and Rika stared in awe as their partners shoved entire cheeseburgers and chicken sandwiches into their mouths.

“I never knew Renamon could eat like this!”  Rika gasped as her partner’s fluffy white belly started to bulge out in seconds.

“We were probably so busy eating we never noticed how much our Digimon could pack away!” Kari added.

“Mmm…  Now to watch Renamon eat her way to victory,” Rika chuckled, crossing her arms over her blubbery chest. 

“You still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?”  Kari asked, pointing back to their Digimon.  Gatomon looked like a balloon of food, her small frame sporting an immensely swollen white belly.  On her short frame it looked quite absurd, with her limbs sticking out of this round mound.  Renamon glanced over at Gatomon and was in shock at the progress she had made in such short time.  She looked back at her own table full of sandwiches, and then to her own gut.

“It looks like I need to step it up some,” Renamon noted, looking down at her own furry, bulging belly.  It had certainly grown larger, and her hips had expanded nicely too, yet Gatomon was showing immense progress of her own.  Renamon shook her head and returned to stuffing her mouth full of chili dogs, knowing that if she let herself be distracted she would have no chance of winning.  Renamon flung chili dogs from her paws to her mouth, licking big flecks of chili off her mouth as she ate with renewed vigor.  In record time the first table was empty, and it was rolled away to bring in the next one.

“Not too bad,” Gatomon purred, filling up her seat like an overstuffed pile of kitty.  “I figured you’d be lagging even more behind me!”

“Where did you get that idea?”  Renamon asked, as a couple of worked walked by carrying an extra pair of chairs.  “Excuse me…  but what are these for?”  She asked as they lifted up her hips and planted them on the sides of the chair.  When she realized that she was starting to outgrow her chair, and would need extras, she started to smile.  “I’m going to fill these in no time flat, then.  Watch.” 

“Sounds like the race is on,” Gatomon replied as she received an extra set of chairs too.  Due to Gatomon’s smaller frame she wouldn’t need extra chairs as quickly as Renamon, though her belly was already starting to pour over the front of the chair and to the ground.  It was becoming tougher for her to reach the food, so a few assistants pushed her chair closer to the table so she could reach the food.  Gatomon started on the next round of the feast, which was a mountain of cheese breadsticks soaked in butter.  Gatomon swiped her paws and cut open a big container of garlic butter, drenching the breadsticks in the butter as she started to gobble them all up.

Renamon bent over and started stacking slices of pizza together, rolling them into burrito-like folds, and forcing them into her mouth.  Her fluffy belly covered her lap and bumped into the table when she leaned in to reach for food.  She consumed a couple more pizzas this way, before leaning back to rest in her chair.  Her paws rubbed her wide belly, before sliding down and pinching her hips.  She had been wide earlier, but now they were enormous, oozing out halfway onto the chairs that had just been placed at her sides.  She gave her hips a nice sway side to side, feeling them sway like waves in the ocean.

“If you keep getting distracted like that you’re gonna fall behind.  Are you going to let me outfox you like that?”  Gatomon chuckled heartily, her copious chins bouncing vigorously as she leaned down and licked the rest of the garlic and marinara sauce clean.  Renamon may have had stupendous hips, but Gatomon, due to her short stature, was a pile of flab.  Her belly rose up high enough that it met the lowest reaches of her flabby chins, and her butt piled up high enough that her ears tickled into it.  Renamon was widening, but Gatomon kept piling up like a growing mound of whipped cream.  She had to take Gatomon’s advice to heart, and concentrate on eating, and nothing else.

With her strengthened resolve, Renamon greedily decimated the food on her side of the table.  Her hips widened and filled up the rest of the chairs provided to her.  Her ass rose up in back, creating a set of cushions for her tail to rest on.  New tables were brought in and the girls binged on hotdogs, noodles, cupcakes, and cakes, and the girls feasted on everything they could, even as their hefty arms grew harder to move.  Even with these new impairments the girls wouldn’t let anything distract them from eating until a loud noise and a jiggling sensation overtook both girls, followed by a very bouncy impact.

“What happened?  Are we under attack?” Renamon asked, craning her neck around to find any potential threat, her fat chins bouncing and shaking.

“No, we just broke through our chairs!” Gatomon laughed, her entire body wobbling vigorously.  “Though that is pretty impressive.”

“We broke our chairs?”  Renamon looked around to find the remains of her seats strewn behind her, her colossal ass taking up the space the chair once filled.  Renamon did her best to stand up, however her enormous thighs and furry butt were too heavy and cumbersome for her to move.

“It looks like we’re here for good!”  Gatomon laughed.  She was even more burdened by her fat that Renamon.  Her thighs and arms were so fat that all their blubber met all the way up to her paws.  Even her tail was now rounder and porky, stranded on huge white cheeks.  Renamon gasped and bent down, trying to grab more food from the table, but she couldn’t reach far enough with all the flab in the way.

“I’m glad to be so big, yet if we’re too fat to reach food can we continue this contest?

“Where there’s a will there is a way, Renamon!”  Rika declared, approaching her partner while carrying a thick tube.  She scaled Renamon’s belly, her own belly wobbling and sloshing across it, and held it up against her mouth.

“And this is?” Renamon asked.  “I’m not sure how a gardening implement is going to help us.”

“It’s not a garden hose, silly!” Kari said, bending over and placing it into Gatomon’s mouth, her shorts clinging close to her huge rope.  “It’s a feeding tube!”

“A feeding tube? I’m curious,” Renamon added, taking the tube into her own mouth.

“Since you can’t feed yourself, we’re going to have some very powerful machines feed both of you,” Rika explained.

“It’s all about capacity now.  We’re going to pump you two full of junk food until you can’t take any more,” Kari added proudly.  “Then we’ll really know who can take more.”  Renamon nodded, holding the tube tightly in her mouth.  She liked the turn this competition was taking.  Kari and Rika walked away from their partners and gave a thumbs up to the staff operating the feeding machine.  They flipped switches and machines began pumping sugary chocolate milk shakes right in their mouths.  Kari and Rika watched the food tanks drain rapidly, dumping in frosting, and cream, and butter.  The girls waited for the pace of their partners’ eating to slow down, but to their shock it never did.  They kept chugging away and expanding, the tables in front of their huge fluffy bellies crushed as they expanded.

“Are they ever going to get full?”  Kari wondered, smiling as workers started to dump whatever sweets they could into the food tanks.  They had hot fudge, chocolate syrup, caramel, and anything possible loaded up.  They were waiting for their Digimon to show any fatigue, and for the longest while it seemed as if it would never come.  It was until a few hours had passed that Gatomon and Renamon showed fatigue.  The machines were finally starting to slow down, which was fortunate, because the food supplies were dwindling.

“Hopefully the food doesn’t run out before our Digimon are full,” Kari muttered.

“Yeah, they wouldn’t be happy…”  Rika said.  The final few barrels of food were loaded in, and the Digimon suckled away, before Renamon and Gatomon spat the tubes out, some food trickling out of their mouths and over their enormous furry chins.

“I… can’t believe it, but I can’t handle anything else,” Renamon gasped.  Her fat chest rose and fell as she breath, her furry saggy boobs draping big yellow belly folds.  Her thighs were each so large in size they could rival her belly, stranding her paws in the air.  To match Renamon’s enormous thighs she sported a colossal ass, rising high up behind her and pushing her back fat into her own neck.  Her big fluffy tail rested high on top of these twin cliffs of lard, wagging ineffectively as Renamon tried to catch her breath after hours of nonstop feeding. 

“Phew…  that was wild,” Gatomon added.  Due to Gatomon’s smaller size, the white cat seemed to be consumed by her flab.  Her belly rose up taller than the kitty and oozed out many feet ahead of her, piling into marshmallow-like folds that sunk deep in on themselves.  Gatomon has a smaller chest than Renamon, and her butt wasn’t as large either, but in comparison to her original frame it was an overwhelming transformation.  Gatomon’s face was so fat that even her whiskers were pressed against her huge cheeks, and her tail thickened like a boa constrictor.  “How long have we been eating?”  Gatomon asked, her catty voice much huskier than before.

“About six hours,” Kari replied.

“That’s disappointing.  I would’ve loved to have gone on longer,” Renamon replied, before letting out a resounding belch that flattened all the fur on her chest. 

“But now we can find out the results,” Rika laughed.  Renamon nodded, and looked over at Gatomon.  Renamon certainly felt larger, but Gatomon seemed on a whole different level.  Maybe it was because she was smaller to begin with, but Renamon was absolutely impressed by Gatomon’s progress.

“Bring on the numbers,” Renamon declared proudly, as the staff began to calculate their weight gains.  It took a few moments to figure out how much they had grown from their original weights, but soon the data was ready to announce. 

“Gatomon packed on an outstanding 5,525 pounds!”  The announcer declared.  Even Kari and Gatomon couldn’t believe the final count.  Renamon held her breath and waited for her results.  “Renamon has piled on an outstanding…  5,312 pounds!”  Renamon opened her eyes and sighed.  She had lost, yet she didn’t feel as disappointed as she expected.

“Nice work, Renamon,” Rika said, waddling over and patting on of her gigantic butt cheeks.

“Yeah, very good work!”  Kari added, happily patting the other cheek.

“You did pretty good, foxy lady,” Gatomon chuckled.  “I’d shake your paw, but I don’t think I can reach!”  She laughed. 

“I was pretty close, wasn’t I?”  Renamon said with a wry chuckle.  “Next time I think I have the cat in the bag,” she added.

“We’re going to need a lot more food, though,” Gatomon said.  “Maybe some tankers and dump trucks!”

“Smart idea,” Renamon laughed, her belly bouncing as she savored the moment, along with the weight and friendship she had gained.