Prologue
It had been many months since the incident occurred in which Obamon tried to fatten up and consume a lone Guilmon. Her plan was nearly complete as she stuffed his till his frame was covered with thick juicy meat that covered his body immensely and was finally satisfied that he was a proper meal. Then at the last minute, some of the friends she had made him forget about arrived as she had her obese meal in hand and her mouth drooling wildly from her hunger. She lost her meal and was knocked into her own oven. This caused her home to become engulfed in flames and explode; her meal was ruined.
For a long time nobody believed Obamon had survived, but that was hardly the case. It took some time before she recovered and rebuilt her home. Obamon was hungry for the meal she lost as well as the Renamon who defeated her, but too much time had passed and she knew they were both long gone and her Guilmon meal likely returned to normal. Her desired meal was out of her reach for now, but she was as patient as she was devious. She just needed to bide her time until she found them, but even more important, she needed to be ready. That is why she started a contest...
Meal 1
Snow and Kill the Rat, arrived at a small cottage in the woods. They looked over the address they had been given and scratched their head with confusion. They were thrilled to be the first ones called in to receive their prize, but they didn't expect to get it in such a place.
"Are you sure we didn't take a wrong turn?" asked Kill to Snow.
"I don't think so or we wouldn't have ended up at the same place," replied Snow. "We might as well knock and find out." Snow took a whiff of the air taking in the aroma pouring out from the cottage. "Besides, I've smelled the cooking inside and I can't wait to fill my belly."
"Well you do look like a Gabu who enjoys a good meal," commented Kill as he poked Snow's round belly. It made Snow blush a bit. "If you want a bit more meat on those bones of yours you should stop by my place after we're done here."
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Snow as he knocked on the door. "Hello, we're here for our prize."
"Just a moment," came an elderly woman's voice as she stomped over to the door. They were quite alarmed as the ground shook wondering just how big the person on the other side of the door was.
As she opened the door, the two first saw her massive pink apron then followed it up her large belly to her nicely sized melons and finally her chubby, yet wrinkled face. Her tiny blue eyes peered at them through her spectacles. She bent down to get a closer look at the two of them.
"Hello dearies," she said in a sweet as apple pie tone. "I've been expecting you two." She then picked them up and began hugging them into her meaty body. "Oh, it is so nice to have company."
"Uh, excuse me," replied Kill. "But aren't we supposed to getting some sort of prize."
"This is your prize," she answered. "I have invited you here to make your greatest desires come true. Trust me when I say you'll have a wonderful time."
"I don't know about this," stated Kill. "What do you think, Snow?"
He turned to the chubby Gabu and saw him snuggling into Obamon's cushioned chest. "I think I'm going to like it here," he stated wide-eyed and happy as can be.
"I didn't picture you as a grandma's boy," commented Kill.
"Now don't fight you two," Obamon said as she led them into her home. She put Snow's hat on the coat rack and carried them to the kitchen where she had a big pot cooking and filling the room with the aroma they smelled outside. "How about we start with a little meal since I'm sure you're both starving from the journey over here."
She placed them on seats that would fit someone of Obamon's stature quite well, but made them look like toddlers in need of a booster seat. The same could be said about the rest of the cottage that seemed a lot smaller on the outside. Every chair, table, and doorway was so large it was going to make living here a lot harder unless they got a growth spurt suddenly.
Kill looked around and couldn't help but feel like he was shrinking the more he looked around him. "Snow, are you as creeped out by this as I am?"
"What's for dinner?" yipped Snow with his tongue hanging out. He was standing on the chair and was barely able to contain his excitement.
"You're really enjoying this aren't you," commented Kill. He watched as Obamon poured the soup giving occasional glances back to them. He quickly picked up on the looks she was giving them and knew just what she was planning. "Now that I think of it, I might enjoy this as well."
Obamon returned to them with two king-sized bowls of soup. She placed the bowls in from to them and then reached into her apron to reveal a pair of spoons that they could barely fit in their mouths. "If either of you like pizza you should find my pizza soup very tasty."
Snow's eyes lit up upon hearing the word "pizza" and with the speed of gluttony attacked the soup. He found the broth was thick and red, practically like it really was the sauce of a pizza. Strands of five different cheeses were in each spoonful as he filled his mouth with the flavors before swallowing. There were also little crackers on the table in the shapes of circle, triangles, squares, hearts and stars, giving them something more to add to the soup. Each spoonful also presented different pizza toppings like mushrooms and pepperoni. Kill watched as Snow emptied his bowl quickly leaving only a bit remaining on the bottom of his bowl and a few stains on his muzzle. After Kill had seen enough, he started eating his own soup.
"My, aren't you a happy eater," Obamon said as she used a napkin to clean his face. She gave him a kiss on his forehead. "But I hope you haven't filled up yet." She then proceeded to refill his bowl even higher than it had been last time and then took his spoon to feed him another mouthful. She let him grab the spoon and continue to feed himself.
"Thank you granny," said Snow as he returned to eating his soup.
"No problem dearie," she said in a loving voice and watched as Snow sprinkled some more crackers into his soup. She acted like she hadn't noticed that Snow had addressed her in such as if she was his actual grandparent, but the sparkle in her eyes was telling Kill something different.
As their meal continued, Snow went through bowl after bowl and received a smooch from Obamon as she gladly refilled the bowl for the hungry Digimon. Kill finished a few bowls himself realizing it would be rude to not eat. Just like Snow he was very delighted at the taste, but he felt a bit awkward to be given a kiss by an old lady who wasn't his own grandmother.
Before long the two of them had finished the soup and were glad. They felt the pressure in their stomachs alerting them they were full and Obamon showed neither of them concern for stopping for any other reason than every last scrap of food properly eaten. They watched as Obamon put the pot in the sink and started filling it with water to clean it. She then did something neither of them expected, she grabbed a cloth-covered tray and brought it over to them; she had even more food prepared.
"I hope you both like PB & J," she said with a big grin.
She placed a plate as big as Snow's belly down for each of them and loaded their plates with sandwiches that were the largest they had even seen. Kill was certain that he could at least eat a little more, but looking at Snow he had eaten a lot more bowlfuls of soup. With each breath he took the sound of soup sloshing in his stomach could be heard.
"I think I'm too full," Snow whimpered weakly. "I couldn't eat another bite."
"Well, let me help you then," she said as she picked him up and let his rest on her fat belly.
She used one hand to feed him bite-sized chunks of the sandwiches on his plate while the other skimmed over his pudgy paunch to help relax his stomach and help him digest. Kill, shuddered at what he was seeing and started eating some of the sandwiches in front of him. He was willing to put up with a few kisses, but he wanted to draw the line at the sight before him. The only reason he wasn't getting up and leaving was his own intrigue for Obamon's cooking skills.
Kill was cautious as he continued to eat, keeping a slow pace to avoid more helpings, but picking up the pace when Obamon looked his way. The sandwiches were the perfect combination of peanut butter and jelly save for the occasional moments they got a glob of peanut butter stuck to the roof of their mouths. Luckily, Obamon got up to pour them both a tall glass of milk to help wash it down.
The once overstuffed Snow was once again munching down bit after bit of the sandwiches that Obamon fed him by hand. Though she started with pieces hardly larger than her thumb, they grew larger with the completion of each sandwich till she was practically shoving an entire sandwich into his mouth causing the peanut butter and jelly to smear all over his face and fill his mouth to the brink with food. While he chewed it up she ran her finger across his muzzle to clean up the mess and let him suck on her finger to clean it off.
Each sandwich caused his stomach to bulge out further and further till he felt his gut press against the table. Kill stared down at his own impressive paunch. It was causing his shirt to feel a bit tight, but it was hardly something to be compared. Still, he was quite amazed he put so much food away.
As Obamon poured the last mouthful of milk down Snow's throat she let him swallow it all and then patted his back, helping him unleash a surprisingly loud "Burp!" that echoed a couple of times through the house. Snow then yawned, his eyelids dropped and he nuzzled into Obamon's belly.
"Looks like somebody could use a nap," Obamon cooed to him and gazed into his big eyes with her tiny ones. "Kill you finish up while I put this little one down for a nap." She got up and rocked him back and forth while she hummed a tune that helped him relax till he was asleep in her arms.
She led him into another room that had a few beds that were a good fit for her, but were like an ocean for her guests. She tucked Snow in the bed on the far left and rested his head against the pillow. His not so tiny gut made a small hill on the bed that rose and shrank with his breathing. Obamon gave him one last kiss on his cheek before tiptoeing out the door. The last thing she uttered to him before shutting the door was, "Goodnight dearie."
Obamon then returned to the kitchen where she found Kill had also finished his own food. She smiled at this and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Enough of the kisses," he told her. "I don't know what your motive is for doing this, but I can see you've got Snow under some kind of magic spell and you're clearly trying to fatten us up." He emphasized that last part by patting his ample gut.
"It seems my secret is out," she chuckled. "I'm just a poor old lady who wants some company and some children to nurture. It isn't every day that I get visitors."
"But you mentioned something about giving us our heart's desire or something along those lines," commented Kill.
"And I will," she answered. "Why don't we start you off right now while Snow is asleep? I know you like to feed others and have an interest in magic so why don't I show you a few of my techniques so we can make something for him when he wakes up. I'm sure he'll be very hungry once naptime is over."
"It's a deal," Kill told her and shook her hand. He felt he didn't need to give his reply much thought since she was only a sweet, old lady after all. "This might prove mutually beneficial for both of us."
"Oh, you," she said happily as she hugged him deeply into her warm fat body.
