Meal 31
"Well, what do we have here?" asked Dillon leaning down so his chin pressed against the ground and he was able to look more closely at Zane who appeared no bigger than an insect to him. "So, you are still alive, Zane," he snickered. "You have become even tinier than before. If you hadn't been jumping around and screaming your voice hoarse I might have just squashed you underfoot without even realizing it."
"You idiot," replied Zane, catching his breath from all the shouted he had done. "I am no smaller than I was before. You just got even bigger. Half as big as this world that has been twisted and demented into a battlefield. By the looks of things it could crumble away to nothing in a few more hours, perhaps less. Hard to say. Time has eluded me for quite some time. I cannot tell if the fighting started hours ago, days or even weeks, but that doesn't matter in the least does it?"
"Not at all," derped Dillon, moving his head forward more so his nose was touching the ground and a few yards from Zane. Even that, compared to Zane was huge, like the base of a mountain with two cavern entrances for him to choose from. As Dillon exhaled through his nose it hit Zane like a hurricane. Zane was barely able to remain on his feet against such powerful wind.
"I didn't think it was possible, but you're breath is even worse than it was earlier," gagged Zane.
"Does it now?" asked Dillon. "Well, how about this?" Dillon opened his maw wide, showing his snaggled teeth, long slimy tongue, and sticky saliva dripping off his the top half of his mouth. Inhaling big, he sucked Zane into his maw with barely any effort. The force of the suction was so powerful there was nothing Zane could do against it. He flailed to the back of Dillon's mouth, close enough to see Dillon's uvula, but didn't make it before Dillon exhaled and blasted him back out.
"This is insane," groaned Zane. "He's kicking my ass just by breathing." Managing gaze ahead to where he was flying towards, he saw a bunch of rocks that would splatter him to bits if he couldn't avoid them. "Got to get my body to move! Do something to survive!"
"Zane..."
"Huh?" said Zane surprised. "That voice. That sounded like Krystal." Aura formed in his hands and he formed it into a sphere and fired it at the rocks ahead of him. The force of the blast from his attack through offset his flight and sent him over the danger zone and towards the ground. With another aura sphere he slowed his descent and landed safely. "My aura is returning little by little. It still isn't much, but I will have to try and fight with it."
"You still alive?" called Dillon looking around. "You are so tiny it is hard to see just where you are."
"I'll give you an answer," snapped Zane as he built up the biggest, most stable aura sphere he could muster and shot it right into Dillon's colossal-sized eye.
"Gah!" cried Dillon. "Burns like toothpaste!"
"That's one eye," stated Zane before he fired another one at the other eye.
"No fair!" wailed Dillon covering over his stinging eyes and rolling from side to side, writhing in pain.
"Better make the most of this," thought Zane as he used his aura to propel him forward as Dillon and then with all the might is tiny Riolu body could manage he struck Dillon in the face, managing to force Dillon's face to the side only for it to rebound back and send Zane crashing to the ground.
"Darn mosquitoes," Dillon commented scratching at the side of his face.
"Still not strong enough," stated Zane. "And that was probably my best chance all for naught."
"Oh, there you are," Dillon said spotting the tiny, blue speck that was Zane. "Ready to fight?"
"Do I have to answer right away?" asked Zane.
"No. But it was a hypothetical so why bother?" answered Dillon rising back to his feet and getting ready to stomp on Zane.
"Doggeh! I see you," cheered Snow chasing Drag all over the innards of the pizza volcano. "Come on over and give me a big hug!"
"I'm not a doggeh!" shouted Drag as he kept running down one passage then down another attempting to give Snow the slip. Unfortunately, while Snow did lose track of him, Drag became lost himself, forced to wander around inside the volcano and listen to the echoes of Snow's voice, never certain if he was around the corner or far away. Drag sniffed the air to try and detect Snow's scent, but the smell of the pizza volcano was a cover for the pizza glutton of a Gabumon. Choosing, instead, to rely on sight, Drag peeked around a corner to see if Snow was there before proceeding.
"Is anyone out there?" asked Snow tapping Drag's shoulder.
"It looks clear," whispered Drag. "But we better be quick in case he decides to show up."
"In case who tries to show up?" continued Snow.
"In case you," Drag began to say, but his voice trailed off when he realized Snow was behind him. Screaming, he ran off, but Snow was quick to hug him from behind and go along for the ride.
"Wheee!" cheered Snow. "This is fun Doggeh, but where are we going?"
"Let go of my butt!" cried Drag trying to shake Snow off only to have him grip on tighter.
"But it is so big and gropable," squealed Snow. "I want to snuggle them lots more!"
"Noez!" shouted Drag as he picked up speed and kept running, smashing into the wall and through to a cavern on the other side. Getting back to his feet and spitting out a mouthful of rocks and picking out a couple of pebbles from his nose, Drag reveled in finding his butt didn't have any greasy Gabumon fingers rubbing on it. "Yayz, I'm free!"
"Oh, I get it," snickered Snow. "You wanted to come here for some cozier cuddling. Oh, won't Obamon be pleased once I get through with you."
"Does that mean you are working for someone to do this?" asked Drag confused. "Because this doesn't seem any different from your normal self."
"Come on now," swooned Snow. "Now's not the time to get shy." Eyeing Drag's caboose he gave chase again.
"Eep!" cried Drag running away once again running circles around the room with Snow in hot pursuit. Drag continued running around, but with no noticeable exit besides the Drag-shaped hole he made bursting in, there was no place he could escape to without Snow catching him first and Snow's running pace was quickly reducing the gap between them. Drag made a final, desperate, gambit as he rushed to the middle of the cavern where a pedestal of stone was with a black rock placed on top of it. Using it as a buffer, he got on the side opposite of Snow and stared him down. When Snow made a move to get Drag from one side, Drag in turn moved to remain safely on the other side. This tactic proved effective for a couple minutes before Snow did a fake out on Drag and succeeded in rushing in behind Drag.
"I got that booty now!" he declared.
"I need an adult!" cried Drag and in desperation grabbed the rock on the pedestal and struck Snow on the head with it. He hit the ground at Drag's feet, out cold. A dark shadow emerged out of Snow and dissipated into the air. "Uh, did I just win?"
Thomas: Hi
"Huh," said Tagmer looking around confused. "Who said that?" Looking around, Killajor landed a crushing punch to the side of his face and sending him tumbling to the ground.
"What was that?" asked Kill. "It isn't like you to get so easily distracted."
"Didn't you hear someone talking?" asked Tagmer.
"Just your squawking," answered Kill. "Now stay focused or I won't get the full satisfaction out of this."
Thomas: Tagmer, you there?
Tagmer: Thomas? Is that you?
"Still not paying attention?" snapped Kill. "I'm disappointed!"
Blocking Kills attack with his one arm, Tagmer channeled his fattening magic into his other hand and used it against Kill''s stomach, causing it to fatten by tons and anchor him to the ground. Kill dropped like a sack of bricks and Tagmer followed up using his magic to levitate into the air over Kill and drop down while simultaneously fattening himself up. "You sure about that?" shouted Tagmer. "Try my 10-Ton Drop attack!"
"That's better," wheezed Kill.
Thomas: Hi Tag. Oh am I bothering you?
Tagmer: You distracted me for a moment, but I think I got the hang of it. Is this telepathy?
Thomas: I know. It feels a lot of IMing.
Tagmer: Oh, brb. Feels like Kill is getting back up again.
"You just going to lay on me all day now?" grumbled Kill as he began lifting
Tagmer up off her him. "Ten tons is nothing to me."
"Excuse me, trying to text," Tagmer replied magicking another 10 tons onto himself and crushing Kill once again.
Tagmer: B Just put the squeeze on Kill via my ass
Thomas: lol So how are you doing?
Tagmer: Good. How about you?
"Quit messing around," snapped Kill wiggling out from under Tagmer. "I'm going to freeze you then shatter you into a million pieces!" Groping at Tagmer's obesity he began to freeze him from the side he was groping at outwards.
Thomas: I'm performing complex healing on Wolfcub to save her life. Not sure what happened to her, but it feels just like I'm playing Trauma Center.
Tagmer: Cool. *shivering from being frozen by Kill* I'm locked in a life or death battle with Kill, but you know we have one of those on a regular basis anyway.
Thomas: At least you get to fight. I just transformed and haven't had a chance to fight anyone yet. Here let me send you a selfie.
An image appeared in Tagmer's mind allowing him to see a picture of Thomas, albeit a bit crooked and mainly showing his face and upper body. He snickered, amused at Thomas's new form. "Uh, is something funny?" questioned Kill. "Half your body is frozen and you find reason to laugh?"
Tagmer: Hey I got a new form too. How do I send a pic back over to you?
Thomas: Just focus on an image in your mind's eye then just click and send the picture to me with your mind.
Tagmer: Like this?
Focusing, Tagmer did as Thomas instructed him and sent him a pic telepathically. All the while, Kill was covering him over with ice, nearly encasing his body until only his head and shoulders weren't covered over.
Thomas: You didn't switch the camera around. All I got was the corner of Kill's head and you're mostly frozen body. Uh, shouldn't you do something about that?
Tagmer: Not to worry.
Merely flexing his muscles and moving his body shattered the ice containing Tagmer. He walked a few steps away and resumed trying to properly take a selfie, much to Kill's dismay. "I'm getting sick of this rudeness," he shouted. "Don't you know how impolite it is the use telepathy during a fight?"
"It is just rude to interrupt people in conversation," retorted Tagmer, his large clawed hand clutching Killajor's whole head. With all his might he, smashed Kill's head into the ground. "Now let's try that selfie one more time."
Tagmer: Did it work this time, Thomas?
Thomas: XD
Tagmer: Hey now. I don't look that silly. >: (
Thomas: Heheh don't worry. You look awesome. Well, I should be returning my focus to Wolfcub. Sire is getting upset with me for slowing down to chat with you.
Tagmer: Who is that?
Killajor: You won't ignore more now. Try opening this: www.kickyourass.fat/killajor>tagmer
"I really know this is a mistake," sighed Tagmer before he opened the telepathy link. The second he did, he exploded then exploded again and again and again, over and over again until he was crispy and burnt all over. "Called it." Collapsing to the ground, Tagmer coughed up some smoke then panted for breath before he began using his magic to heal his body. Tagmer stood over him with a smug grin on his face.
Tagmer: #$%^&
Killajor: #Winning
"So yummy," swooned Renamon as she feasted opposite Guilmon in Obamon's cottage. They were so obese that they didn't need chairs to sit and reach her table where tons of tasty, fattening foods were there for them to binge on. Any dent they made into their meal was quickly replaced with at least double the food as Obamon loaded the tale with trays on top of trays of food. Renamon happily munched it though as the table creaked against the weight of all that food she paused curious at her unnecessarily rapid pace. Looking over at Guilmon, he was not concerned at all, filling his face with food even while he was swallowing like he couldn't eat fast enough to satisfy his hunger.
"Is there something the matter dearie?" asked Obamon when she noticed that Renamon was not eating with her normal gusto. "Is the food not to your liking?"
"No. It's wonderful as always, but why are bringing out all this food before we even finish what you brought us," she explained.
"I am just so eager to plump you up," she answered. "Don't you want to be as plump as you can be?"
"Of course I do, but I got this funny feeling," she said. "I don't know why, but it is gnawing in my head like something bad is about to happen."
"Those are just silly ideas popping up in your head," Obamon told her, giving her chubby cheeks kisses. "I'm your Obamama and I know what's best for you."
A powerful urge to run flashed through Renamon's eyes before it faded, overpowered by Obamon's influence. "Of course, Obamama. I love you so much."
"I know dearie," she cooed in a gentle voice as a twisted smile appeared on her face, sharp teeth showing and saliva dripping from her maw. Despite this scary expression, Renamon and Guilmon didn't even react to it. "Now eat! Stuff yourselves to bursting and beyond my piggies! Become ripe fruit for me to devour!"
Her orders resonated with Renamon and Guilmon and the two began redoubling their efforts to eat, stuffing their faces while reaching as far as they could on the table to bring all food in reach to their mouths. Renamon herself resumed bringing in trays of food in at an even greater speed, the solid table creaking more and more as the weight on top it off was becoming too great. Obamon just kept barking out demands for them to eat, forcing them to eat and push out all other sense or reason. With a massive roast pig in hand, she slammed it on the table, causing several trays to splatter on the floor along with the dozens that already had.
"You are doing well my fat children," she snickered in devilish delight. "But you are still unfit to even be appetizers! You hogs better show me what uncontrollable greedy gluttons you are my eating this hog! Devour him till only his bones remain and keep on eating. You want to show me your love don't you?"
"Yes, Obamama," they answered, stuffing themselves with gluttonous delight as they climbed towards the feast she placed in between them. The table groaned while the legs started to splinter. Saliva poured from Obamon's maw and she didn't attempt to stop it as she watched her two children tear and gnaw at the roast pig with their claws and teeth, the enormous, cooked creature more succulent and delicious than anything they've had before. They devoured it mercilessly, the ferocity of their binging the catalyst that finally sent the table crashing down, making their layers of blubber quiver and shake, but their focus on devouring the pig distracted them from the crash.
"Excellent work," Obamon praised as they leave the pig as nothing more than a pile of bones. Her words also failed to reach them even after they finished eating. They just returned to eating the food that was scattered all around them. Unable to resist a sampling, Obamon picked up Renamon and let her tongue dance over her body, wiggling around the curves and folds she had developed. She made sure not to miss an inch, all the while Renamon moaned while trying to swallow the food she had stuffed in her maw. "Simply exquisite!" Placing Renamon back down she immediately began to devour more food once again. Guilmon was next lifted up and she gave him the same full body treatment as she sampled his flavor. "The special roast pig was has helped make your flavor even more wonderful than I could ever image. None of my other meals thus far has been even close to what I taste right now, but then again they were merely stepping stones before you. It is a shame that the end is so near. Just finish your meals now and then we can start the final fattening. Won't that be delicious?" They didn't answer. They just continued to glut and glut and glut. "Almost a pity you cannot answer, but all your love is to please me. All your strength, your will, and your passion are now pointed to becoming my ultimate meal. You can no longer speak, hear, or respond. I wonder if you even have enough consciousness to enjoy eating. I'm sure by now your stomachs are aching from how much food is being crammed into it. You are stuffed, but you still eat more. You bodies are doing all they can to handle the food before you burst, but there is no way it can keep up. You'll just keep eating all the food around you and I will keep feeding you all the food I have, but don't worry. My desire is that you live to be my meal so even if your stomach bursts open or your heart wants to give out from being overworked you will not allow yourself to die. Such a tragic fate you have makes you all the more delectable to my palette."
Dabbing her saliva-covered maw with her apron, Obamon casually went back to the kitchen to get them more food.
"So who are you anyway?" asked Jokull, gently stroking his tail at the point where it was severed. "In case you can't tell I'm a bit annoyed that I had this happen to my tail. Hopefully I have a card that can regenerate it."
"My name is Sundae and you won't need to worry about your tail for long," answered the large, muscled guerilla creature wielding a pair of enormous ice cream scoops. "Insert cliche villain banter here because I'd rather prefer not to if I can."
"Uh, what did you say?" asked Glenn.
"Insert awesome-sounding attack name here!" he shouted as he dug into the ground with an ice cream scoop and dug up a chunk of ground and chucked it at Jokull.
"An interesting fighting tactic," stated Jokull as he drew an axe card from his deck and summoned it. "But seems rather mundane compared to everything else I've seen so far." With one powerful swing he went to chop it to bits.
"The part where I laugh and brag that you are incorrect in your assumption," pointed out Sundae.
"What did he say?" asked Glenn confused.
As Jokull struck the chunk of earth, he expected to the crumble against the force of his attack, but it didn't. Instead, his axe dug into it halfway and the force of the ground forced him back a few feet. Sundae smiled and commented, "This is the part where I praise you for handling my attack so well, but then insult you with a smug grin and insulting dialogue."
"And this is the part where I scratch my head and fail to understand what is going on," replied Glenn.
"Don't you start doing that too," grumbled Jokull as he inspected the ground wedged into his axe. Looking at it, he could see its form was clearly different and he could feel it was freezing cold without even touching it. Cautiously, he scraped a claw against it and got a bit on his claw that he then put in his mouth to taste. His eyes lit up and he gave it a few delighted licks.
"Uh, what are you doing?" asked Glenn. "Isn't that the ground you are eating?"
"Yeah or rather it was," explained Jokull. "Now it's ice cream, Rocky Road to be precise. Can I assume this is the special power of your weapons?"
"You are correct," answered Sundae. "I would go tell you a long and complex explanation about how it works and then proceed to attack you more at this point."
"But I'm going to interrupt you and attack you with my own awesome weapon," interrupted Glenn as he grabbed at his weapon and pulled out a stick. "This is my weapon?!? Wait a minute, you a deck of cards that have all kinds of powerful spells and weapons."
"I've got no complaints," responded Jokull.
"And you got ice cream scoops that turn anything they are used on into ice cream," Glenn continued. "Any idea where I can get one of those later by the way?"
"Any major retailer through online purchase," he answered.
"Good to know," stated Glenn. "And all I get is a stick. No fair!" Angrily throwing it on the ground, it made contact then quickly grew roots that dug into the ground. "Hmm?" Leaning over to get a better look, Glenn experimented by holding his hand over the new sapling and watching in amazement as it began to sway as it moved with his hand. Standing back up, he watched in further amazement as it grew taller quickly. "Perhaps I spoke too soon. This thing is awesome!" Jumping for joy and swinging his arms, the tree quickly began to grow wildly in two directions. It grew out to Jokull and without warning it quickly grew around him, wrapping around him like a snake constricting it's prey. "Uh, whoops."
"Who did you come here to help?" wheezed Jokull.
"Uh, sorry," replied Glenn. "Still need to get the hang of it." Carefully, he managed to loosen the branches around Jokull and with a little experimenting he managed to better control it. "Seems like all it takes is a bit of manage and some concentration and I can get it to move and grow as I want it to." Focusing some more, he managed to cause a branch to grow an apple, and then a pear, followed by an orange, and finally, most surprisingly a cake. Taking the later, Glenn munched it down. "This has definite possibilities."
"Interesting," observed Sundae. "This is the part where challenge you to a fight." He scooped up a couple of chunk of ground into his ice cream scoops, transforming it into ice cream.
"And this is the part where I agree to your challenge then kick your ass!" shouted Glenn with a mouth full of cake and he willed his to attack Sundae he attacked with his own weapon.
"I've been fighting to long to just want now," stated Jokull, drawing a card to prepare his own move.
"Doggeh!" squealed Snow with extra delight. "You broke the spell and saved me!"
"Then why does it feel like nothing has changed?" cried Drag as he felt Snow crushing him with a loving hug.
"Don't be silly, Doggeh," giggled Snow. "I probably would have done something horrible to you."
"Still not seeing any difference," wheezed Drag running out of air as Snow kept hugging him. "Hey is that pizza over there?"
"Pizza? Where?" asked Snow releasing Drag, allowing him to breathe.
"Uh, it went away," lied Drag. "But we should focus on more important matters now."
"You always have great ideas, Doggeh," said Snow. "First, what kind of super magic did you use to save me?"
"I, uh, hit you in the head with a rock," admitted Drag.
"A magic rock?" asked Snow.
"Maybe," replied Drag. "I grabbed it on impulse, but I was surprised it actually worked. It was on a pedestal so I suppose maybe it does have some power."
"Yeah, and now it is floating," agreed Snow as he pointed at the stone starting to float away.
"Hey where are you going, Rocky?" called Drag grabbing it before it got out of reach. "You helped me out so I think I'll let you be my pet rock, but we can't have you flying off when it is so dangerous out there. But where to put you?"
"I got an idea where we can put him," replied Snow, taking the rock. "Open wide."
"Wait, are you suggesting," Drag began to say before Snow shoved the rock down Drag's throat almost causing him to choke, but he managed to swallow it down.
"Uh, thanks, I think," coughed Drag. "Now, we should probably get out of here and regroup with everyone else."
"Oh, yeah," cried Snow. "I almost forgot! Things are going to get bad!"
"I know," replied Drag. "I barely just got to where all the fighting is, but I was able to see some of the attacks even from a distance and even worse, the world around us seems to be dissolving with only a big black void of destruction awaiting us."
"That seems bad, but Obamon has been saving much worse things," answered Snow. "All the pain and struggling thus far has just been to toy with everyone. Obamon has been using all of us as an entertaining distraction while she completes her plan. It won't be long now. The end is near and soon to be here. Hug me, Doggeh!"
"Gack!" gagged Drag once again trapped in Snow's hug of death. "I'm sure there is something that we can do." Suddenly, the cavern began to quake fiercely and then a massive foot burst through the ceiling. Drag and Snow leapt for cover as chunks of rock fell down from above. "What the heck is that?"
"It's Zane," shouted Snow.
"What?" questioned Drag. "That's not Zane."
"No, over there," pointed Snow at Zane, battered and bruised on the ground. His body was motionless and grim and dreadful thoughts filled both their heads.
The massive foot began to rise up again. "I think it is going to be coming down again," cried Drag. "We have to grab Zane and get out of here!"
"Right behind you," stated Snow hugging tight to Drag's behind.
"Now is definitely not the time for that!" barked Drag.
Obamon and all her dearies would like to wish everyone a fun and delicious Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanzaa/New Year/Apocalypse/Binge/Other!
