Obamon
The forest was quiet as Guilmon trudged his way through. The only sound that could be heard was his rasping breath and growling stomach, vacant of food for longer than he could remember. After his adventures with his partner Takato he and all the other digimon were forced to return to their home in the Digital World. It only took them a few days to return to their child levels, but the troubles started soon after that. Due to the Digital World’s unpredictable nature the group of digimon quickly ended up getting divided till only Renamon, Terriermon, and Lopmon remained with Guilmon, but he lost track of them soon as well. Alone, Guilmon discovered finding food to be quite hard and his luck with finding friendly digimon wasn’t too high as well. Battered and bruised Guilmon managed to find a safe haven in a forest that seemed to be vacant of other digimon. He hoped he could find something to eat and get some rest. That was the only thought that ran through his head; that and where his friends were and if they were safe.
Suddenly, the scent of food was caught in Guilmon’s nostrils. He was so excited he didn’t think about what kind of food it was or who the food belonged to. He just charged forward with his newly found adrenaline. Following the smell, he eventually found a path within the forest and the scent went down it. Though he was going deeper into the forest the path was getting wider and almost as fast as he started running he came to a stop in front of a cottage the reeked of the delicious aroma. Guilmon took in a deep breath and managed to place it this time as porridge. Unable to wait, Guilmon pounded on the door. On the other side was the sound of footsteps shortly followed by the door’s handle turning. When the door opened a digimon emerged twice the size of Guilmon, hardly able to fit through the door. She was a dino digimon like Guilmon with brownish gray scales and appeared quite chubby. Her face was old a wrinkled giving her eyes a gentle look as if she was gazing upon her grandchildren.
“Hello, my name is Guilmon,” Guilmon said, before going back to smelling the wonderful cooking. Opening the door sent out an enormous wave of the delicious odor. Guilmon’s stomach rumbled like crazy telling Guilmon to hurry up and start eating. Guilmon was also finding it hard to keep all his saliva in his mouth.
“Why hello dear,” she replied. Her voice was filled with filled with a caring tone that didn’t seem to differentiate between people one knows and total strangers. “My name is Obamon. It has been quite some time since a young digimon like you come knocking at my door. You look quite hungry and tired. Please come in and make yourself at home.” She started getting out of the way, but in his haste to fill his empty belly accidentally pushed her aside slightly as he ran in. She didn’t seem to mind and just drew a larger smile on his wrinkled face. “My, you must be hungrier than I thought. Let me get you a bowl.”
Guilmon took a seat at her table. It was a solid oak table that easily took up half of the dining room. Obamon set the table for Guilmon and to his surprise everything she set down was quite a good deal larger in size than when he was eating with Takato’s family. The spoon was large even for a serving spoon and the bowl was large enough to fit his head inside. The napkin was large as well, but with one that size he wouldn’t need to use more than one to clean his claws after a meal. The cup was of epic proportions as well. If he chugged it when it was filled to the top he’d have to take a moment to catch his breath partway through.
Then came a thud as Obamon plopped the biggest pot he had ever seen. It took up a quarter of the table and the force of the impact caused it’s lid and Guilmon’s cup and bowl to wobble a bit on the table before coming to a rest again. Guilmon guessed that all her stuff was proportioned for herself, but he still couldn’t help feel small for the first time in his life. She used her huge serving ladle and dug out a clump of porridge that she then put into his bowl filling it halfway. Guilmon didn’t expect the amount of food to match the bowl and though he was hungry enough to eat it and then some his started feeling a little guilty about coming into her house and getting such a huge meal for free.
“Uh, Obamon,” Guilmon began.
“Oh, is there something the matter?” she asked. “Is it the food?”
“Well, yeah,” he replied.
“I’m dreadfully sorry,” she replied. “I would always feed my grandchildren this amount of food when they used to come around and the same for other visitors. I guess I should expect that not everyone’s stomach is as big as everyone else’s.” With that she added another full scoop of porridge to his bowl filling it to the top.
“I didn’t mean more,” Guilmon explained.
“Silly me,” she chuckled. “I guess I made a booboo, but you looked so tired and hungry. I can even see your ribs.” She ran a finger gently down his chest over his rib cage. She wasn’t exaggerating that he had lost a bit of weight since coming to the Digital World where he didn’t have a constant supply of food. “I’ve taken care of plenty of young digilings like yourself and I always make sure to give them plenty to eat so they grow up to be big and strong. You yourself look like your past due for some well fattening up so come on now, eat.”
Guilmon didn’t need to be told twice. His stomach had gone into a frenzy wonder what the holdup was. He scooped a huge chunk of the porridge out of the bowl and stuffed it in his mouth. The spoon sat on his tongue and the sides of it reached to the teeth on their respective sides. Guilmon removed the spoon from his mouth clean of the porridge and got his first taste. It was one of the most wonderful things he had ever tasted and that wasn’t just his intense hunger making him think so. He had porridge before, but he found it often lacked the flavors of other kinds of food. Even when he added something like honey to make it sweet it still felt like putting toppings on top of ice cream; they went together, but they were still two separate things all together. This, however, was like the porridge was naturally sweet. It almost brought a tear to his eye. He quickly continued to shovel into the food shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. His cheeks bulges with the stuff as he couldn’t help savor the food despite adding scooping up more at the same time. It got particularly bad when he started choking on it, but Obamon poured him a glass of orange juice that remedied that problem and Guilmon was more careful after that.
Though the bowl was mighty big, it still paled in comparison to the black hole that was Guilmon’s stomach and several dozen spoonfuls later it was cleaned save for a few lucky surviving grains. Guilmon gave a burp of satisfaction that the pain his hunger caused him was gone. Now he felt like resting to complete his recovery, but the sound of a plop caused his drooping eyes to open up wide. Another plop was soon to follow as his bowl was refilled to where it was when he had started, maybe a little more so.
“More?” asked Guilmon, startled that she had done so without even asking him.
“That was just the first helping and there’s a lot more still in the pot,” she explained and showed him the pot that was good for another dozen or so servings.
“Aren’t you going to eat any? After all you made it and didn’t even know I was coming.”
“Well you need this all more than I do and I’ve been putting off my diet for too long,” she chuckled rubbing her ample stomach. “Now be a dear and eat your fill.”
She took a napkin and wiped some porridge around the side of his face. Guilmon felt a little awkward with her doing all this for him, but he didn’t know how to refuse her. Guilmon went back to eating and shoveling the porridge in his mouth between drinks of orange juice that she made sure to fill as he was running out. Guilmon began feeling the effects of fullness by the tenth serving. His stomach stretched out coming in contact with wooden table and still, there was food awaiting him.
“I think I’ve had enough,” Guilmon said sluggishly.
“Oh, it’s just a little more sweetie,” Obamon said. “Here, let me help you.”
She picked Guilmon up from his chair and sat down in it laying Guilmon down on her. He held his head with one hand and took his spoon with the other. She slowly fed him the remaining food.
“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself,” she told him. “Why did you come here in the first place?”
“I ran into some nasty digimon. If I was with my friends we could have handled them, but we got separated. Now I’m trying to find them.”
“That’s awful. Could you tell me their names?” Guilmon began listing each of his friends to Obamon between bites. Guilmon found that keeping him mind occupied on this helped him eat despite his ever filling stomach. “I see you’ve had a lot of friends. It’s been lonely living here alone for so long.”
“I’m sure my friends would be more than happy to visit you,” replied Guilmon as the last bit of porridge entered his mouth and he swallowed.
Guilmon started to fall asleep, but Obamon woke him again.
“It isn’t good to sleep right after eating. I know just what to do.”
She carried Guilmon to her living room and sat down with him in her cushy rocking chair. Guilmon expected her to turn a television and put cartoons on for him, but instead grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and blew the dust off of it.
“I haven’t read one of these books in ages,” she said, flipping through the pages. “This one is called ‘The Little Enginemon that Could.’”
She started reading, but she barely made it to page two before Guilmon was fast asleep, too tired and uninterested in the story to listen. She closed the book and placed it back on the shelf before carrying him to her guest room and tucked him into bed.
Guilmon stretched his arms as he finally awoke. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slowly got himself out of bed. For a moment he was confused at where he was, but soon vaguely recollected the events of the day prior. He figured Obamon had put him in bed after he fell asleep. After getting another stretch and a quick yawn Guilmon managed to become fully awake and he hadn’t felt as refreshed as he did in days; no fatigue and no hunger. Thinking of the later he gave his stomach a rub now that it wasn’t crammed full of food and that’s when he came upon a little discovery. He felt a layer of pudge added to his frame. His ribs weren’t visible anymore now and while it was good that he managed to get back to his normal weight he could tell he gained a little more than he needed. Guilmon didn’t even consider the fact he gained all that after one meal.
“Good morning sleepy head,” Obamon greeted Guilmon from the kitchen. “You slept quite a while, but that’s no surprise after all you’ve been through to find your friends, uh, my memories not what it used to be. What were their names again?”
Without a moment’s hesitation between names, Guilmon named each one of his friends just like the day before. Guilmon finished as he entered the kitchen and saw that Obamon was busy at work cooking up a storm.
“More cooking?” asked Guilmon. He may not have been fit to bust anymore, but he certainly wasn’t in any rush to eat another large meal.
“Relax,” she explained. “It won’t be ready for a while, but you’ll get more than your fill when it’s ready. I’m sure you got bored of porridge yesterday, so I’m going to make you a variety of foods today.”
“I should really be looking for my friends. They probably would benefit from a big meal like that more than I would at this point,” Guilmon explained, not wanting to refuse her generosity, though he was starting to think that might be the only way she’d understand.
“You still don’t know where your friends are and you don’t know how long you could be without food. I won’t let you leave until I add some meat to your bones and that’s that.” Her voice sounded stricter than normal and strangely enough, Guilmon couldn’t find the courage to argue with her, both because she had a good point and strange elderly powers. “Now why don’t you go out and play to work up an appetite.”
Guilmon left through the front door and got a better look of the surrounds of the house. Besides a few meters radius from the house being barren, the forests were so thick nothing, but trees could be seen in all directions. The train he came on also vanished into the trees. There were a few other paths that showed the same results. Guilmon even took to climbing a tree to get a better lay of the land, but the trees were as vast as an ocean. There was no sign of it ending and the only other things in sight were mountains though judging from the distance he’d be walking for several days just to reach their base. With no other choice, Guilmon took down the path he took to get there. He didn’t want to abandon the old digimon, but he knew it’d be harder for them both if he stayed any longer.
The path led on in twisting, winding way the further he went. It also grew quite narrow as the path appeared to have been untended for quite some time, but after a while the path began to open up again and an exit did appear to be on the horizon. With vigor, Guilmon sprinted to the end, excited to finally get out of the forest.
His joy didn’t last long, however, as the only thing to welcome him at the other end was Obamon’s home. Guilmon couldn’t recall his exact path as it was so twisted and confusing, but he didn’t expect it to lead him back to where he started. A loss, but not defeated, Guilmon walked down another path, taking more care to keep a map oh where he was in his head, though he rushed quite a bit more in his inpatients to get out. Again, he found the path widened up again and he went into a dash to the end. He gasped for air and wiped the sweat off his head before looking where he was, though the answer was the same as before. Guilmon couldn’t figure it out. He was sure he wasn’t headed back here again. It was like he was trapped here.
“How did anyone find their way out of this crazy forest?” though Guilmon. He was almost ready to ask for the way out from Obamon, but didn’t want to upset her by telling her he was trying to leave.
This time, Guilmon made a straight path through the forest ignoring the paths and the aromas coming out of Obamon’s house. They had grown stronger as time moved on. At first Guilmon thought he could use the scent as a means of knowing where the house was to keep his bounds correct, but as he soon discovered he couldn’t get the aroma out of his nostrils. It was like the whole forest was a delicious buffet and despite his previous day’s meal all the walking he did on top of the smells he hunger had stirred again. Fighting his way through the woods with his ever dwindling strengths Guilmon pressed on. His rushing turned to forcing, then stumbling, and finally crawling. When he finally found his way into a clearing he didn’t have to take a look at where he was; the smell was stronger than ever.
He just couldn’t understand how a straight line brought him back here again. Obamon came out of the house and called for Guilmon to come in and eat. Despite her calls, Guilmon was by far too exhausted to get up. Instead, she looked around for him.
“There you are,” she smiled, picking him up. “You look like you’ve had a fun time playing. Can’t even get up, I see. You must be starving.”
She carried Guilmon into her home. She took a washcloth and caringly cleaned off the dirt that accumulated during his “playtime.” Afterwards she sat him down in his chair and began placing an oversized plate, cup, and silverware in front of him. After that she began placing all of the different things she had made for him.
First she piled on a mountain of spaghetti covered in a tasty pasta sauce and meatballs. With fork in hand he snatched a bundle of strands and slurped it all into his mouth. He continued entangling the spaghetti on his fork and eating it. Once, he made enough space, Obamon quickly filled it with a bundle of ribs that had a nice kick from an even coating of barbecue sauce on them. Guilmon put the pasta on hold to give them a taste, finding them just as much a delicacy. After he ripped several ribs of meat till they were no more of bones, Guilmon reached for his drink. His lips puckered after finding it was lemonade this time. It tasted incredibly sour initially, but then sweetness was quick to follow. Guilmon didn’t hesitate to guzzle half the beverage down as Obamon wasted no time in refilling it to the top again. Turning back to his plate, Guilmon returned to his spaghetti and ribs, but also noticed that a fresh slab of flounder was placed where in the previously cleared off area. Guilmon took a taste of it and it practically melted in his mouth. Guilmon continued eating, feeling his hunger slowly, but surely dissipate, but the food never seeming to decrease from his plate. While it was true that no other kinds of food were added after the flounder, she had vast quantities of each. By the time he cleaned out the spaghetti, half the ribs, and a small dent into the flounder, he rubbed the larger than ever gut. He was quite surprised that he managed to eat all that food himself. This meal had to be at least twice as big as his meal yesterday and he hadn’t eating anything for days before this one.
Then Guilmon felt Obamon lift him up to sit him on her lap again. He remembered this from the other day. At this point he’d have refused another feeding, too bloated to eat anymore and getting treated like a doll in a game of house, but an unusual feeling washed over him. It was a calming, almost sedate feeling that seemed to come from Obamon’s loving embrace. She caringly removed the meat from the remaining ribs, and cut them into small pieces that she fed to Guilmon one-by-one. When each piece was properly stuffed into Guilmon’s belly, Obamon moved on to the flounder, treating it just like the ribs. Guilmon obediently ate everything that was brought to him mouth, despite his stomach’s protests that it was already fit to burst.
Guilmon expected the meal to be done, having completely devoured everything presented before him, but Obamon asked him rhetorically, “Who wants some dessert?”
Like any child (who was as stuffed as Guilmon, or not), he got all excited and shouted, “I do!”
Putting him down for a moment, she returned with an apple piece with a radius of that of a large pizza. She took an equally proportioned pie cutter and divided it into eight equally-sized slices before putting one on Guilmon’s plate.
Guilmon cut into the tip of the piece with his fork and carried it into his maw. The taste of fresh apples, sugar, and cinnamon exploded on his taste buds. He continued to eat despite his stomach pains.
“Now don’t be a greedy glutton and eat too much dear,” Obamon said. If Guilmon wasn’t busy being just that he’d have probably seen the irony in her words.
In no time at all, Guilmon finished the pie and shortly after the effects of its tastiness decayed he felt the full impact of all his eating, becoming just as exhausted as the day before.
“My, you sure enjoy my cooking a whole lot,” smiled Obamon. “Are all your friends as big eaters as you?”
“Nah, Renamon says, that they have self control.” Guilmon replied.
“Renamon was the name of one of your friends, right?” asked Obamon. “What were the others?”
Guilmon began to list the others, starting with Terriermon and Impmon, but had to pause for a moment to remember the rest, though a couple had completely slipped his mind and he didn’t mention. Obamon seemed to grin a bit after he finished, but Guilmon didn’t notice, trying to sooth his stomach.
“How’s about I read you another story?”
Guilmon, who didn’t seem interested in the story the day before, seemed quite content this time. They went back to the rocking chair and this time she chose to read him, “The Boy who Cried Garurumon.” Guilmon listened attentively for about half the book before his fatigue finally overcame him and he fell asleep. Once again, Obamon took him to his bed and tucking him in all comfy cozy.
“Goodnight, my dear,” she said, and though her tone was as gently as ever, the tip of her tongue slid across her lips after saying that, moistening her lips before she walked away.
Guilmon awoke the next more just like the last, unsure where he was for a moment then getting out of bed, realizing he was in the care of Obamon. After getting out of bed, he also realized he gained a great deal of weight as well. His gut that started out was thin enough to show his ribs, and then gained a layer of fat was now hanging down a few inches. He even had a pair of love handles. This didn’t ignore the fact that Guilmon wasn’t fatter in other places. His arms and legs had fattened up too, as did his rear quite a bit. If he had a mirror, it would’ve also revealed his face had rounded out too. Though alarmed, Guilmon didn’t stay so for long as he smelled more of Obamon’s cooking. Guilmon ran to the kitchen, his newly obtained girth jiggling from his motion. When he arrived the place was alive with as much cooking taking place as ever.
“Someone’s been a sleepyhead. It’s already noon. The food will be done shortly. Why don’t you go outside to play?”
“I should really be going now,” explained Guilmon. “I’m already back to full strength… and then some. I need to find my friends.”
“I can understand your need to go, but I guess I better tell you now,” explained Obamon. “This forest that I live in is cursed. No matter where you go you can’t get out except under a full moon. During that time, a trail of stones will glow just like the moon and show the way out. That’s how everyone who comes in has to go out. I’ve chosen to stay in here to care for those who wander in here.”
“So that’s why you live here all alone?” asked Guilmon, feeling guilty now for all his attempts to leave, but knew he still had to. “Do you know when the next full moon will be?”
“I’m happy to help others in need. Even if I wanted to leave now, I’m much too old to make the trip. As for the next full moon, it’ll come in just two more weeks. You’ll have to wait a while before you will be able to leave to find your friends. What were their names again?”
Guilmon was starting to wonder why she kept asking for his friend’s names. Was she just forgetting them? While Guilmon was still debating if that was the case it was certain Guilmon was forgetting their names himself as all the names he forgot yesterday were gone and then some. He didn’t even take a moment to think about the ones he missed this time. After that, Obamon let him go play outside.
Just like yesterday, Guilmon found little for himself to do outside Obamon’s home. Learning the futility of attempting to leave the forest before the full moon was a strain on his morale as well. Guilmon, unable to decide on anything else, sat back against the side of the house and started thinking. He could see that he was fattening up and while it was alarming, he couldn’t seem to get worried over it. He also felt like he was forgetting something important more and more, but whenever his mind drifted toward those thoughts, his thoughts turned to
Obamon and it was like all his cares and worries melted away.
As time passed, the smells coming from inside caused his stomach to grow in hunger. He began fantasizing just what she was cooking for him this time. Perhaps any entire turkey dinner with all the trimmings awaited him or a pot of stew, or a stack of pizzas, or all of that together. Guilmon’s mind kept wandering with such thoughts until Obamon called him in to eat. Once again Guilmon sat in his seat and chowed down on the food before him. When he became much too full to eat himself, Obamon cradled him and fed the remainder into his ever expanding stomach. Then dessert came and Guilmon, like last time, polished that off himself.
With eating out of the way, Guilmon felt his usual stomach aches, though they were considerably less this time around. Obamon once again asked Guilmon about his friends, though his list had shrunk down to four. She then carried him to the rocking chair and read him a story and for once, Guilmon was awake from start to end and afterwards was tucked into bed. As Obamon walked away Guilmon called out, “Goodnight, Obamon.”
Guilmon’s daily cycle continued like this as he waited for the full moon to come. With each passing day the meals grew larger and Guilmon himself grew fatter and fatter. His stomach continued to hang down lower and lower all the time. His legs grew thick until they brush against one another making his walk a waddle. His arms were no different from his legs, losing their use as they thickened with fat. Love handles hung by the dozen on Guilmon’s sides. Guilmon’s neck was subtracted while his chin multiplied. Guilmon’s face has become blobby as well. His mouth that was normally quite large, now seemed miniscule thank to his chubby cheeks. His chest had a pair of mobs on them and all sign of muscle mass there and anywhere else was smoothed out by the fat. Guilmon’s rear had grown to be the widest part of his body. The chair he sat at every day was normally too big for him, but with each passing day, his tush was occupying more and more space. Guilmon was truly quite obese, but ever since his third day, he didn’t make so much as a fuss about it or even worry about his friends.
It was now one day before the full moon and after the fat-filled Guilmon waddled in to see Obamon cooking up a storm like usual she asked him, “What were the names of your friends again?”
“Only Obamon,” Guilmon said lovingly.
“Then why do you want to leave me,” she asked, almost teary-eyed.
“I don’t want to,” cried Guilmon. “Please. I want to stay with Obamon forever. Please let me stay.”
“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” smiled Obamon. “I’ll make you a meal tonight that will be a feast compared to all those meals you had before.”
“Thank you Obamon,” replied Guilmon. “But all you do is cook. Why don’t you come out and play with me instead.”
“It wouldn’t be right to celebrate something as wonderful as you staying here without a proper meal,” she answered.
“But,” Guilmon started.
“No, buts,” snapped Obamon who acted quite scary, freely, for the first time in front of Guilmon. “I will make you a feast and you will eat it all. You’re still too skinny.”
Without another word, Guilmon rushed outside in tears. Obamon went back to her cooking. When it was time to eat, Guilmon had managed to calm down. He saw Obamon was back to her old, cheery self, but he couldn’t figure out what was going on with her. He didn’t want to anger her, but he had to know if what he saw earlier was real.
“Thanks for the meal,” Guilmon said in the kindest voice possible. “But I’m not very hungry right now.”
“You will eat that food and you will eat it all. You’re still much too SKINNY!!!”
He heard that same demonic voice again from Obamon and out of sheer fright Guilmon started to eat. He grabbed his fork and knife and dug in with his greatest haste possible. As he continued to eat he could hear slamming on the table as Obamon began loading more and more pots of food on it. The meals he had before were slightly larger than the previous day’s was, but this one was going to be enormous. He could tell just from the size of the vibrations on the table. After it finally came to a stop Obamon began adding more food to Guilmon’s plate even when there wasn’t any space for it. Guilmon just couldn’t keep up with the pace with a fork and a knife.
“EAT FASTER! You have to get FATTER!!!”
Guilmon began sweating and immediately ditched the fork and knife and began devouring the food with his hands. He grabbed clumps of it in his claws, rolled in into a ball, and shoved it into his mouth. He chewed it down and swallowed. He took a moment to catch his breath before beginning again. After doing so a few times Guilmon saw his plate was bare or any food being added. It should’ve calmed Guilmon to see that, but he only felt like he had entered the storm’s eye. Then he saw as Obamon walked over and picked up the plate. Then with all her might she shattered it against the wall. Before Guilmon could react, she knocked his cup over and began pouring all the pots of food onto the table.
“What are you waiting for? Keep EATING!!! You’re FAT, but I need you FATTER!!!”
Guilmon ate all the food within reach. He spread his fat arms as far as he could to gather it all close and munched it up messily. Food covered his face, his arms, fat stomach and the ground all around him. All the while he heard a creaking. It grew louder till finally a series of cracks and crunches sounded with the chair splintering into firewood under his massive fat rear.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You broke that CHAIR FAT ASS. Now get on the table and EAT. EAT until you BREAK that TOO. Then EAT SOME MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”
Powerless to stop her Guilmon had no choice but to obey and climb on the table, but he couldn’t eat anymore. He couldn’t even tell if he was just full or too scared at Obarmon’s demonic transformation.
“I- I- I- I can’t eat anymore,” begged Guilmon.
“And WHAT you expect me to FEED YOU??? FORCE IT ALL DOWN even if you EXPLODE!!!!!!!”
Obamon began to thrash around her home, slicing into the walls with her claws, destroying any nearby furniture. She eventually approached Guilmon’s bed and clawed it all to pieces, feathers and cotton were flung everywhere and Guilmon resumed eating immediately. Guilmon could feel his stomach expanding with food and he couldn’t tell if he was actually getting fatter just because Obamon ordered him too, but the world around him had become askew and was now a horrible nightmare. Soon, Obamon returned and began pouring the remaining dishes of food onto the table, not caring if it was directly on Guilmon. Without even flinching to clean himself off, Guilmon kept eating. Guilmon wanted to cry. He loved Obamon dearly, but he couldn’t figure out why anymore. Thinking back, the only thing he ever did for him was to eat and get fat. Now he could see he was only a toy to her and this was how she acted if her toys didn’t play along. And Guilmon had an idea how this game was going to end.
The same cracking was heard as Guilmon’s girth increased. Soon enough he was on the ground, weak from his whole experience, but still found the strength to eat. He lapped up any traces of food he could with his tongue, his obese body had dwarfed him arms and legs, making them practically useless.
“That’s a good boy, dear,” answered Obamon in her normal sweet voice. “But who wants………………………………………………………………. deeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssSERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She erupted back into her monstrous form again and purposefully pummeled him with pies, cookies, brownies, and sugary pastries of all kinds. She finished him off with an enormous cake and when it connected everything went back…
“FINALLY!!! You’re FAT enough for me to EATTTTT….
Guilmon awoke on the ground on top of the smashed table. There was a mess of food everyone along with the destruction caused by the psychotic Obamon. Guilmon wasn’t covered by food anymore. He wasn’t sure if he ate it all or not, but Guilmon had grown considerably since he was last awake. His stomach had completely overtaken the rest of him. His arms and legs were like thick tree trunks and hardly of any use to him anymore. Standing over him was Obamon, whose face was neither that of the caring digimon he first met or the psycho that emerged just yesterday. This one simply looked down at him with a strict expectant look.
“What are you waiting for? Get going, I’m hungry,” she ordered him, though her voice was much rougher to reveal her to be a male all along.
Obamon motioned for Guilmon to come over. His mouth was watered in anticipation for the fat turkey he’d prepared for this meal. Guilmon wanted to run or at least roll away, but he couldn’t refuse the order. He didn’t want to obey. He didn’t want to be eaten. He didn’t want to love Obamon anymore. But he couldn’t do that. As he managed to get himself over to the monster, Obamon lifted him obese body up with two hands. He watched as Obamon opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth and pools of drool from salivating stream to the ground. Guilmon didn’t want it to end like this. He wanted someone to save him, but the only person Guilmon could ever think of was Obamon.
“BOOM!!!”
The side of the ramshackled house was blasted through and a cloud of dust filled the area. Obamon closed his mouth to see what the intrusion was.
“I eat one big meal a month and now is the time I get interrupted,” he growled.
“Sounds like we’ve made it in time then,” said Renamon appearing from the dust cloud. Lopmon and Terriermon right behind her.
“Wow, they weren’t kidding when they said he fattened you up,” commented Terriermon. “Hey Guilmon, you okay?”
“I think so, but who are you?” Guilmon asked.
“Don’t worry,” answered Lopmon. “You’ll remember in a few days. We just got to get you out of here.”
“Nobody is taking my food!!!!” spat Obamon, but how did you learn so much about me. All the neighboring digimon fear me too much to utter so much of a word to anymore.”
“Turns out they’re more afraid of me normal than you at your worst,” replied Renamon, preparing for a fight.
Obamon dropped Guilmon and accepted her challenge.
“Lopmon, Terriermon,” Renamon called. “Get Guilmon out of here, I’ll handle Obamon.”
“But he’s at adult level. Can you beat him by yourself?” asked Terriermon.
“I know his type; he uses tricks and mental control to overcome his victims. There’s no way he could take me in a fight.”
Lopmon and Terriermon started rolling Guilmon out of the way as Obamon rushed at Renamon. She easily dodged his every attack. This aggravated the beast that was also testy from hunger.
“You set up the forest’s curse to trap anyone who enters it and trick them into getting fat. They wait till the full moon to escape, but you brain wash them into loving only you. The full moon may be the only time anyone can leave, but it’s also when you need to eat. To give a digimon a banquet of a lifetime and then eat them! That is unforgivable.”
Though her attacks were only verbal, they proved to hit Obamon just the same until he was bright red in the face. With a final lung his disguise was completely blown off, revealing a muscular dinosaur digimon no longer wrinkled, but held a malicious and voracious appearance. He had gone berserk his fury and blindly rushed at Renamon only for her to dodge once again and end up head first into his oven. He burst the gas line the room was quickly becoming a huge bomb. Renamon left right away to join the others and not long after the house exploded leaving only a huge smoldering crater and Obamon nowhere in sight.
Night was soon to follow and Renamon, along with Lopmon, and Terriermon worked to get Guilmon out of the forest following the glowing stones, just as Obamon had said. After making it safely out of the wooded area, they brought Guilmon to a cave a short distance away. An extinguished fire pit and some food scraps revealed they had been staying here for a short while at least. It was a few days before Obamon’s influence left Guilmon, though the same couldn’t be said for his increased waist line. Guilmon was happy enough remember all his friends and constantly named them over and over until it became overly annoying to the three.
“So, how did you know I was in trouble?” asked Guilmon.
“We were searching for everyone when we reached a village not far from here. They were chatting how they chased off a digimon a little while ago and he ended up in the forest,” answered Terriermon. “We had to be a little ‘persuasive’ to get them to tell us more details, but we found out everything we needed to save you. After that we stayed here until we could save you.”
“Couldn’t you have just rescued me before I got this fat?” asked Guilmon.
“We still would be stuck in the forest until the full moon,” explained Renamon. “Besides, at that point you’d have refused to be taken away. This was the only chance we had to get you out.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m out. Obamon was crazy.”
“You think he was bad,” commented Lopmon. “You had it easy.”
“What happened to you guys?” asked Guilmon.
“I ended up in a kingdom that wanted me to spin gold into straw,” replied Renamon. “If that didn’t sound stupid enough, a creepy little digimon was trying to bribe me into marrying him if he helped me.”
“How did you get out of that?”
Renamon simply patted her fisted hand with her other to get the message across.
“What about you two?”
“It was even worse than that,” explained Lopmon. “We were in a world where both humans and creatures similar to digimon lived. There were Pikachus and Chamanders and all sorts of strange creatures.”
“Don’t you mean Pikachumon and Chamandermon?”
“No. They didn’t have the ‘mon’ suffix and they were called Pokémon. That wasn’t even the weirdest part. The people threw balls at the Pokémon to kidnap them and enslave them to capture other Pokémon.”
“That’s terrible.”
“It got even worse when they went after us calling us a new kind of Nidoran or something. They tried to catch us, but we managed to escape.”
“You’re right, that is worse than what I got. So where do we go from here?”
“After we figure out how to get you going again we’re going to find the others,” answered Renamon.
“That sounds good, but I have one more question.”
“What?” asked Terriermon.
“Do you have any food around here because I’m staring?”
