Digital Feeding
by I Sing The Songs

"Did you hear that!?"
Joe nearly jumped three feet in the air at the sudden loud rustle. The others hadn't really noticed it, but Joe was being his usual paranoid self.
"Joe, I hate to be derogatory in any fashion" Izzy spoke up in his typical monotone, "but I've observed that you are slightly on edge today. While this isn't untypical behaviour for you, it is rare in situations where there is no present or immediate danger. Methinks you are over-reacting"
"Yeah, lighten up, Joe!" Tai butted in. "There's nothing here to worry about".
"Sorry, guys" Joe tried his best to loosen up "but there's something very---I dunno---sinister about this place"
"There is?" Gomamon sniffed the air experimentally. "I can't smell anything untoward---except TK. Don't you know how to bathe?"
"Leemie 'lone!" TK huffed indignantly. The youngest Digi Destined was looking a little worse for wear, as was Patamon, his Digimon guardian. Although he was only marginally more dishevelled than the others. They had been walking for weeks and living rough was telling on them.
"Yeah, leave him alone!" Matt demanded. "You're no bed of roses yourself!"
"I think we could all use a shower" Sora observed in the interests of democracy, noticing how stained with mud her clothes had gotten.
"Here, here" agreed Mimi. "My hair'll be ruined if I don't shampoo it soon---it's very delicate you know"
"Hey!" Tai broke in. "Isn't this place kinda familiar?"
"Whadda ya mean, Tai?" Gattomon looked quizzically at him. She knew File Island pretty well, but there was nothing too distinctive about this glade. Kari, her charge, looked equally blank.
"Oh yeah! This is where you, Mimi and me fought Shogungekomon!" Joe spoke up.
Mimi sighed to herself. "I remember now. I got to be a Princess! I had beautiful dresses and ice cream sundaes and servants------what a life" She smiled at the memories.
"Sounds cool!" Sora joined in wistfully.
"Unless you add the giant frog to the equation, and the fact Mimi sent us to the dungeon" Joe added under his breath. "There it is again!"
"Aww, man! What now, Joe?"
"Are you guys all deaf!?" Joe yelled. The rustling! Anyone can hear it!
"I heard it, Joe" Kari piped up.
"I think I did too" Gabumon pondered. "It came from over in that bush."
The gang turned to focus on a cluster of undergrowth. The could now make out the movement. There was what may have been a hushed conversation, and then a small, toad-like creature tumbled out of the bush, pushed into the open. It was a bug-eyed thing with a horn wrapped around it's neck.
"Err---hi! Fanschy meeting you here!" it said pitifully in a slurping lisp of a voice.
"GAH!!! What the heck is that ugly thing!" Biyomon squeaked, looking as stunned as most of he others.
"You can schpeak for yourschelf, birdy!" the thing called back indignantly.
"This is a Gekomon" Mimi introduced. And---don't I recognise you?"
"Why---Prinschesch Mimi?" it asked---sounding oddly well rehearsed. "What are you doing here?"
"Just wandering around really. How're things with you?"
"Great! Fantaschtic! Never better! We keep ourschelves buschy around the palasche moschtly though. We don't get out musch".
"And what about Shogungekomon?" asked Joe.
"What about Schogungekomon!!!" the creature demanded. There were hasty whispers from the bushes before he corrected himself. "I mean, oh what about him? He's looooooong gone. No more, you saw yourself! You blasted his asch into digital duscht!"
"Glad to hear it" Mimi said. Sniffing haughtily at the memory of the bloated toad she had awakened.
"You guysch look like you could usche somewhere to rescht up." The Gekomon continued. "Why not come back to the palasche? We could get you cleaned up and get you schome food!"
"Alright! Grub, I'm in!" Tai punched into the air.
"TAI!!!" Mimi scolded. "Forgive my friend's rudeness. We'd be delighted to accept your invitation" Mimi curtseyed a little.
The gang and the Digimon were overjoyed at the chance to rest up, except for Izzy and Tantomon who shared the same suspicious gaze.
"Izzy, I hate to be a party-pooper, but I don't like this idea one bit." The beetle-like Digimon whispered.
"Neither do I, Tantomon, but I think we should wait it out before we cast unfair aspersions against our hosts"

Like many of the buildings in the Digital World it was likely that the mansion into which the Digi Destined stepped had simply been created along with the rest of File Island when the world was born. Chances are that Shogungekomon and his Gekomon and Otamamon servants had simply settled within it’s lavish halls.
While Virus types the Gekomon and Otamamon were not naturally ill tempered or troublesome, so were rarely any sort of threat. Shogungekomon was, as Joe, Tai and Mimi had observed, quite different. Thankfully his 300 year sleep had prevented him from doing much damage, and now apparently he was gone for good. As long as none of the other Gekomon managed to transform into one then there wouldn’t be a problem. And without a Digivice of their own that couldn’t happen.
The Gekomon we also surprisingly ordered and neat. They cleaned the halls every day, making sure the mansion remained in perfect condition. Even despite the fact there was nobody in residence but themselves. Again, surprising behaviour for Virus types.
The Digi Destined who hadn’t visited before simply gasped in awe at the tremendous splendour of the place. Doors were bordered by silk drapes; the parquet floor was covered in immaculate rugs, two huge stairwells, carpeted in velvet, arched in the entrance, leading to the bedrooms. Every so often a Gekomon or a cluster of Otamamon would scoot past on an errand of some form.
“Whoa” Sora breathed and then stood in silence, utterly speechless at the magnificence.
“It’s wonderful! Like a really dolls house” Kari observed.
“I suppose that would be a good, if rather abstract description” Izzy spoke in his typical monotone “the décor seems to borrow largely from the estates of post-revolutionary France. The white plaster, the choice of lighter coulers and marbles etc”
“Pfth, I guess it’s nice” Matt folded his arms, not overly impressed.
“NICE!!!?? Matt, are you crazy? This is great! Halls to run around in, carpets to track mud over, huge banisters to slide down, a balcony to push stuff off to watch it break! This is awesome!” TK piped.
“Yesch, yesch, yesch.” The Gekomon interrupted. “But you can do all that later. Now, you two girlsch look like you’d like to schower. I’ll get the boiler going, scho you can head upschtairsch and get ready. Meanwhile, how would you guysch like a tour of the housch?”
“Err---sure” Tai answered for the group. “Joe and I didn’t see much of this place, except the dungeon that is”
“Boy, don’t remind me!” Joe shivered at the memory.
Mimi and Sora headed upstairs, Palomon and Biyomon following them. Another Gekomon took the speaker aside.
“What about that one?” it asked, indicating Kari.
“Nah, sche’s too little. Sche’d barely make a mouthfull, even when we’re done with her”

“And now we come to the end of out tour” the Gekomon continued “the kitchen!”
The door was opened to a rather dull room. While the vast array of cookers, ovens, refrigerators and racks upon racks of utensils were impressive, the room, while as clean as the others, was a dull monotone of brick.
“Here you can sche the area where we cook all the meals in the palasche. You’ll notice our gasch cookers, deep fat fryersch, a giant flash fryer, the maniclesch we’re going to chain you with”.
This last point failed to register with the Digi Destined until it was too late. Even Izzy had been too busy making notes on his Laptop to react when a series of chains and cuffs clasped around they limbs.
“Wh-what’s going on here---“ Joe started.
“Schilence!!! I wouldn’t move if I were you!” The Gekomon hissed, backing away to the legion of it’s brethren.
“Haven’t you forgotten about something?” came a voice. It was Auguamon; he and the other Digimon were none to happy about their master’s incarceration.
“Not at all” the Gekomon answered. As if on cue, a cage fell from the ceiling, trapping the Rookie Digimon beneath it.
“And we’ll take thesche too” it announced, several Gekomon answering this by grabbing the Digi Destined’s Digivices and Crests. “Juscht scho you don’t get around to Digivolving your frinedsch there to try and schtop usch!”
“What’s going on?” Tai asked. “I thought you guys were ok!?”
“Never mind what’sch going on! Prinschesch Mimi and Prinschesch Sora will be expecting dinner any time now! And you’re going to make it for them! We’re going to make schure you make the biggest, most delicious and most fattening meal they’ve ever had! And you’ll be doing the schame for a long time yet!”
“Now get to work!” The Gekomon finished.
As he retreated his comrades ran about fetching the ingredients to make the titanic meal. Another group dragged the cage of Digimon away.
“Well---this blows” Tai snarled.
“Strange how he specified fattening” Matt observed. “I wonder why?”
“Perhaps the Gekomon are trying some sort of ritual fattening?” Izzy considered. “In certain cultures it isn’t uncommon for the tribes women to be fattened up to make them more fertile”
“Make them what?” TK asked. Kari joined him in looking quizzically at Izzy. He knew when he had said too much.
“Err----nothing. Although the theory is highly improbable considering they’re probably not compatible. Which leaves one other conclusion.”
“Which is?” Joe asked, on tenterhooks.
“Well, while a highly improbable and childish idea, I do not hesitate to state that fact, but perhaps they are fattening them up to eat---or something similar?”
“But Gekomon don’t eat meat!” Joe butted in. “At least---I’ve never seen them eat meat”.
“Lets not worry about this now!” Matt decided to put an end to it. “It’ll be months before they’re properly fattened up---“
“More like weeks! The calorie content of these recipes must be through the roof!” Tai goggled at the ingredients for a chocolate cake, heavy on butter, sugar and other highly fattening additions.
“Whatever! That means we’ll have time to figure out a way to escape and save them!”
“Good idea, Matt!” TK congratulated his older brother.
“I don’t see what we can do” Joe whined. “We’re chained to these tables, without our Digimon or a key we’ll never break them off. We’ll be here ‘till we die!!!”
“Schut up and get to work!!!!” a Gekomon hissed, whipping his massive tongue on the floor like a slave overseer. For the rest of that day the Digi Destined stood in silence. Thoughts filled with worry for their friends.

“What do you think, Palmon?” Mimi asked, twirling in her immaculate silk dress.
“You look fabulous, Mimi” She squealed. And she did look fabulous. Her hair had been re-styled by some very adept Gekomon into a stream of long and perfect curls and twists. The white silk flowed to the floor, glistening in the light. The ruffled sleeves, tight waistband and tiara set it off wonderfully.
She hadn’t asked why, but along with her original princess outfit there were now many identical ones, ranging in size to quite ample measurements. Mimi had no idea why this should be---perhaps the Gekomon were more size-minded in case a larger girl was ever to visit the palace.
“You think that’s good, wait ‘till you see Sora!” Biyomon sang, skipping in to introduce her guardian.
Sora hadn’t been too adamant about the Gekomon doing anything with her hair. She was too comfortable wearing her bobble hat. So the Gekomon had fashioned a few jewels into it and now the rather silly looking accessory was a beautiful thing to look upon. Sora’s dress was similar to Mimi’s, except yellow instead of white.
“Sora, dear, you look radiant!” Mimi applauded her friend lightly.
“Thanks---I thought it looked a bit too flouncy and goofy lookin’, but I guess it’s ok”
There was a knock.
“Come in, we’re decent” Mimi announced. A Gekomon popped it’s head around the door.
“Prinscheeschesch!” It lisped “You’re dinner is ready. Do you want us to bring it in?”
“Dinner, awesome! I’m starved”
“AHEM!!!” Mimi scolded. “We’d be delighted. I myself am feeling a little peckish.”
“Ok! Boys!!! Bring it on in!!!”
All Mimi and Sora could do was gasp in awe.
It was no secret that Mimi came from a wealthy family. Her parents also loved their little girl, and hence she was showered with beautiful clothes, toys and anything else she could every have dreamed of. While kind hearted and polite, Mimi was also rather spoilt, although she had only ever admitted it once, and that was to herself.
She had often eaten at the most expensive restaurants in the city, so was no stranger to meals of this quality, eloquently served and perfectly prepared. She was, however, not used to this quantity of food.
Neither was Sora, but both elements were as surprising, as she was given to surviving on junk food and her mother’s less than perfect cooking. Her stomach made a weird little GLORP-ing noise seemingly of it’s own accord. Mimi stared at her briefly, causing her to blush.
The first dish was set before them. Each was given a towering mountain of spaghetti and meatballs, with a side dish of a huge bowl of mixed pasta, slathered in a very fattening but undeniably tempting sauce, and some garlic bread, swimming in butter. To wash it down was a massive glass of cool chocolate milkshake, ridiculously thick with whole cream.
“Lunch isch scerved” The Gekomon announced, bowing slightly before exiting. “Call usch when you’re done and we’ll bring deschert!”
“My goodness” Mimi finally breathed. “This is very generous of them!”
“Stop talking, Mimi, lets eat!” Sora lost her patience after her long silence and dug straight in. She took a couple of slices of garlic bread to whet her appetite. Pausing only to lick the butter from her chin she dug heartily into the spaghetti, shoving as much onto the fork as possible. She stuffed it into her mouth, and slurped up the last strands noisily.
Mimi just sat, utterly aghast at her friend’s apparent lack of manners.
While guzzling down a bit of milkshake Sora noticed. “Don’t mind me” she smiled. “You enjoy your meal”.
While still in a state of shock, Mimi decided to just relax and eat. She decided to put Sora’s behaviour down to perhaps brief madness brought on by hunger and the sheer volume of the meal.
She ate as she had been lectured to since childhood. Cleanly and sensibly, chewing each bite and swallowing. Forkful by forkful the meal made it’s way into her gullet. When she needed to she retreated to the sweetness of the thick milk shake to rekindle her appetite.
After a while it became rather uncomfortable around her stomach. She looked down, and was shocked to see her belly had changed from perfectly flat to a convex distension, and a fairly sizeable one at that! The tight waist of her dress was being awfully constrictive. She turned to see how Sora was doing, and nearly jumped out of her seat in shock, and probably would have were it not for the food weighing her down.
Sora was chugging down the last of her milk shake. The huge gulps she was taking seemed to cause her hugely distend belly to swell further!
The changes were so noticeable because, in her discomfort, Sora had removed all her clothes bar her bra, panties and her hat. While Mimi had gone white, Biyomon and Palmon sat on the floor talking, aware of their masters, but not at all ill at ease. Supposedly this was because they didn’t know enough about humans to know what was considered naughty and frankly wrong in good company.
Mimi decided to ignore this fact and resided to continue eating while Sora called for desert and some more drinks.
By the time she’d finished she concluded that she’d have to get out of the dress. It was beginning to get torturously tight! But rather than strip off she decided to look for something looser, but still as darling. Her prayers were answered when she found a pair of cute pink pyjamas in the wardrobe. These also came in various sizes, and could be pulled up so that her belly could grow without obstruction.
She returned just in time to see the Gekomon taking the dishes away and leaving the deserts. The enormity of them should have set off her internal figure-ruiner radar. But they looked too delicious to pass up. Three blueberry pies, coated in sugar, a 2 gallon bowel of strawberry ice cream with strawberry sauce and whipped cream, and the biggest chocolate fudge cake she’d ever seen in her life! Any bigger and it would be classed as a chocoholic’s wedding cake!
Mimi sat down and set about eating it. She cut the pies into equal slices, where as Sora just snarfed down huge chunks and licked the blueberry residue from her lips with a smile. Mimi spooned the ice cream into her mouth where Sora simply drank it down in huge gulps, her belly swelling like a balloon filling with water.
Then each set about their cake. Mimi cutting hers up once more, and Sora just garbing handfuls and stuffing them into her mouth. When she was down to the last crumbs she simply scraped them into her maw.
Sora chugged down her second milk shake and collapsed. That had been the biggest meal she had ever eaten, and the best! She sucked chocolate from her fingers and licked her lips. She gave her belly a thump with her hand and shook it a little, resulting in a burp so loud that the lamp shades began to shake. She sighed and smiled languidly, a figure of total gluttonous debauchery.
“Man!” She sighed “I am STUFFED! Stick a fork in me, I am 100% D.O.N.E!!! Whoo!”
Mimi’s utensils clattered onto the tray and she too lay back, patting her lips with a napkin.
“Utterly fabulous” she concluded, stifling a little hiccup. “My complements to the chef”.
Sora suddenly seemed to be aware of Mimi. She giggled nervously.
“Sorry about that, Mimi---must have been the sugar. Guess I went a little crazy”
“It’s ok, I suppose” Mimi gave a little smile. “We both went a little crazy. I mean---I have no idea how I managed all that!”
“Me neither, I guess it was just so good!”
“Good---but----” Mimi gasped “Oh my! All those calories, all that sugar and fat! What have I done! My figure will be ruined!!!!!”
She struggled to get up, but realised the attempt to be futile. Her stomach was so full of food she could barely move.
“Relax, Mimi” Sora chucked. “You’re way too skinny anyhow. You’d look great with some extra pounds. Besides, you aren’t alone. I’m gonna get soooooooooooo fat from all this.” She prodded her belly to indicate her meal. “And I’m a little bigger than you around the waist anyhow, so you’ll still be slimmer”
“I----I guess you’re right” Mimi concluded “Besides, what’s a few pounds?”
She didn’t realise then just how many pounds it would become. But for now the two girls slumbered, unaware of the calories slowly forming layers of fat around their bodies, and not even wondering what had happened to the others.

The girls spent the next two weeks being almost constantly fed and pleasured into total submission. With the constant parade of food, any worries they may have had about their friends disappeared completely. More pressing things were always on their mind, like how much their strained stomach ached, and how they could possibly fit the next bite of food it.
The volume of food they were being asked to consume also increased daily. By the end of the first week they were eating three times the amount of food they had first eaten, then, toward the end of the second, around five times! But they managed to fight through it and cram every bite down. And their bellys would stretch and be able to accommodate more sustenance.
The vast amount of daily caloric intake was really telling on the girl's bodies. Their arms and legs thickened with soft flab, their hips widened and their modest chests fluoresced.
The girls did differ strikingly in certain departments. Mimi, while she had an impressive gut, sported a massive, wide ass, which jigged with every step and sachet.
Sora, on the other side of the coin, had a large butt, but a massive belly. A huge fleshy mound, soft and wonderfully squishy.
They had noticed the changes in their bodies, but had, over time, become accustomed to them. Their bodies felt more------comfortable. And in an odd way more sexy.
They both currently tipped the scales at just over 200lbs, and were quite liking it.

"You'd think Mimi or Sora would have asked after us by know" Joe groaned, rolling out yet more pastry for the oven, readying for tonight's banquet.
"M-maybe they forgot about us?" Kari sniffed.
"Don't be silly, Kari, they wouldn't just forget about us. Matt tried to reassure her.
"I wouldn't put it past Mimi" Tai huffed, adding the finishing touches to a cupcake. "But I wouldn't believe that Sora would forget about us".
"All that's going on wouldn't be so bad, if we just knew what was going on" Joe moaned.
"You mean nobody'sch told you?"
The Digi Destined's collective heads turned to the overseer. It had been a different Gekomon every day; not that this was too obvious. It was easy to tell from how enthusiastic they were about punishment. This one had been quite lax---rather lazy in his work.
"Err---not really" Tai answered.
"It'sch very schimple really." The Gekomon began. "When your Digimon defeated Schogungekomon he was really pisched off afterwardsch. He vowed he'd punisch thosche who dethroned him. Scho he schent us out to try to find you.
Fact isch, we Gekomon are now schplit into two factionsch. Thosche loyal to Schogungekomon and thosche who aren't. We drove the othersch away into the forescht, and we've been helping him plan a schutable revenge.
We're fattening your friendsch up scho that he can make a delicioussh meal of them, a final end to the scho-called prinscheschesch!
Who knowsch, maybe you'll be lucky and have the honour of being apetisersch!!!"
The Gekomon laughed insanely as he hobbled off on another errand.

"Oh, this is awful!!!" Tantomon whined from the dark cellar the Digimon had been incarcerated in.
"It's not gonna help to whine about it!" Auguamon piped up. "We need an escape plan"
"You could burn through the bars with Pepper Breath?" Gabumon suggested.
"Can't" Auguamon looked crest fallen "I think it's because the Gekomon have the Digivices. My flames kaput!"
"Hey!" Gomamon cried out "these bars aren't too close together. I bet I could squeeze out and escape!"
"Good idea! You could get outside and get help---" Gabumon started "----but on foot it would take way too long"
"Ooh! Ooh! Me, I'll go!" Patamon leapt up.
"Great idea!" Gattomon agreed. "You can fly out and scout the area!"
"But isn't Patamon just a leeeeeetle too pudgy?" asked Gomamon.
"I am NOT pudgy!" Patamon huffed indignantly. With that it charged at the bars---and became firmly stuck.
"Does anybody listen to me?" Gomamon asked the world in general.
The Digimon pushed as hard as they could, and eventually Patamon popped out and zoomed towards a window, escaping into the night.

Patamon started his low flight over the canopy of the nearby forest, trying what it could to find somebody who might be useful. But, despite a few grotesque Numemon going about their business of doing nothing and looking disgusting, there didn’t seem to be many Digimon around.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his ear he became conscious of a sound. He swerved and turned to the source. The, frankly discordant, noise was being emitted from a cluster of trees. Patamon flew in low to investigate.
Below were a large group of Gekomon and Otamamon, wearing red armbands and being drilled by a Gekomon wearing a red bandanna.
Every so often they would stop. Another group of Gekomon would raise some targets. The Otamamon would launch their Stun bubbles and the Gekomon would use their potent Symphony Crusher attack to smash the targets.
As Patamon leant in from his tree branch to get a better view it slipped and plummeted to the floor, his fall broken by leaf litter.
The glade went silent as the stunned amphibians waited from Patamon to move again. He got up and shook itself. He looked around nervously at the countless Digimon, all looking rather defensive.
“Gee---“ he breathed, taking his surroundings in. “What are you guys? Some kind of Gekomon united front?”
“Fuck off!!!”
“What?”
Patamon turned to the source of the curse, the scowling Gekomon with the bandanna.
“Gekomon United Front----we’re the United Front for Gekomon!!!”
There was a mutter of agreement from the others.
“You must be the guys the other Gekomon were talking about?”
“What other Gekomon?” the leader hissed, his men closing in. Patamon knew it’d have to play it cool. A Rookie level Digimon like himself against a whole band of Champion level mon. Even if he could use his powers, they’d be close to useless.
“I’ve just escaped from the palace a way over. The Gekomon there are holding my friends captive! Are you the Gekomon fighting against them?”
“We are, who want’sch to know?”
“Me really, I need your help, desperately! Shogungekomon’s gonna eat my fiends if you don’t help!”
There was a brief pause and then a hushed conversation between some of the Gekomon. The leader then spoke up.
“We might help you, but we can’t help juscht anybody! You need to really hate Schogungekomon!”
“Oh, I do hate him!”
“Really----how musch?”
Patamon thought a little while, but could only lamely respond “a lot!”
There was another deliberative silence before the leader spoke again.
“Ok---you’re in. But it may take a while to get ready.” The leader explained. “We’re schort of troopsch, and they’ll overwhelm us if we don’t gather schome more. We’ll need schome powerful Digimon to take them out!”
“No problemo!” Patamon squealed with joy. “I bet if I asked nicely, Monzaemon and Frigidmon would help us! I bet we could find Centurumon, Andromon---maybe even Elecmon if we can find somebody to watch the Primary Village for a while. I’d say Leomon and Ogremon to, but you can never tell with those guys”.
“Excellent! In that casche, we’ll get moving right away! Letsch move, men!”
And so Patamon flew ahead of his army, ready to gather further troops to his cause.

Sora and Mimi stood in front of the mirror, readying for tonight's banquet. The Gekomon had asked them to get dressed especially, and so they were donning some new outfits, more suited to their new curves.
Over the time they had been together, Mimi had become less and less inhibited about her behaviour. She too had taken to removing some clothing when stuffing became uncomfortable, and now she an Sora were getting dressed together, which no problems what so ever where as before, Mimi would have insisted on separate changing rooms.
She had even allowed the Gekomon and Otamamon in to help her pick outfits and discuss how she looked.
Sora too had changed somewhat, in that she had now ditched her hat, so that her shoulder-length hair could now flow freely.
She gave a little twirl---her flab taking some time to catch up with her.
"So, how do I look?" she looked inquiringly at Mimi.
"To be honest, I'm wondering when you're due" Mimi giggled, poking Sora's gut.
"You can talk!" Sora huffed. "At least people don't call 'taxi' after me when I wear yellow!"
"Wh-why---how dare---"
"We should start calling you Mi-Lo!" Sora laughed and gave Mimi's rear a jovial slap.
Mimi's face began to turn a deep crimson, but before it could develop into a full-blow catfight, a Gekomon intervened.
"Prinscheschesch? We were wondering if you'd like to try some fragrencesch for tonight?"
A small group of Otamamon entered, baring with them a tray of bottles and canisters of creams.
"Well, I don't see why not" Mimi answered, taking a little jar and spreading a finger full of it's contents on her face.
Sora followed with a dab of scent under her neckline.
"Mimi----do you smell mayonnaise?" she asked, sniffing a little as the odour drew her attention.
"No---but there is a weird air of dressing"
"Oh, that'sch just lunch cooking! Don't worry about that" One of the Gekomon hastily explained, trying to distract the girls from the fact that they were garnishing themselves.
"If you ladysch will follow me" the Gekomon continued "the banquet awaits downschtairsch"
"Great" Sora all but sang "Come along, Biyomon!"
"You too, Palmon" Mimi called out.
"Err---I'm afraid thisch isch a private dinner" The Gekomon explained, again hurriedly. "Your Digimon will have to wait here".
"Err----sure, ok" Biyomon answered, uncertainly.
"We'll see you later!" Palmon called to the retreating girls.
And so the two girls followed, wadding erratically in their high-healed shoes, towards the trap.

The girls slight apprehension of walking down the familiar steps to Shogungekomon’s lair were abated by the time they reached the bottom.
The podium where the Gekomon’s leader had slept for 300 years after his defeat in a singing contest was now lavishly prepared for a feast.
Mimi and Sora lowered themselves into their chairs; the timbers creaked a little under the weight.
“Are you ladysch ready?” inquired the Gekomon waiter.
“Yeah! Bring on the grub!” Sora banged her cutlery a few times.
“I second that motion” Mimi agreed, smiling sweetly.
“Ok! Firscht coursche isch schtuffed muschroomsch, fried of coursche, and a gallon of Gaspacho soup, with full cream and fried crutonsch. Enjoy”
The girls were presented each with a heaped platter of mushroom heads, stuffed with various savoury fillings and a huge tureen of ice cold tomato soup, lightened by cream and with croutons bobbing about it’s surface.
No sooner had they been placed than the girls were stuffing down the mushrooms one by one. Mimi ate them in about two bites where as Sora ate them in one gulp. Chewed a few tomes and then swallowed, letting them join the others already in her cavernous belly. When she finished she was terrifically thirsty. Turning to the Gaspacho she elected to grab the tureen and take the whole thing in one gulp. She opened her mouth and, without spilling a drop, drained the whole gallon of icy liquid into her belly. Mimi waited, entranced as it grew even rounder. She had been spooning hers in, but, not to be outdone, she too decided to chug hers. It took a few gulps, but eventually it all went in.
“Ooooooh” Mimi moaned softly “I feel like a water balloon”
“I hear that” Sora joined in, but the salt in her meal had made her thirstier than ever. “Can we have a drink with the next course?” she inquired.
“Schertainly!” The Gekomon butler bowed “What would your highness care for?”
“Hmmmmmm----how’s about some iced lemonade?”
“Oh, I’ll have some of that too!” Mimi enthusiastically agreed.
The waiter nodded and exited. He re-entered barely a minute later.
“The next coursch is a little different, a delecaschy from your world. Hope you like it!”
A SLAMing sounds brought the girl’s attention back to the table. They goggled at the sight. There were two pans, each containing a vast sea of batter. The surface was occasionally broken by sausages. It looked terrifically fattening, but hardly delicate.
“Errr---what is it?” Sora asked.
“It’sch Toad in the Hole, I thought it wasch common on your world?”
“Not our part of our world” Mimi explained.
Sora took a forkful and tasted. Her expression of apprehension turned to a look of delight as she tasted the soft, delicious batter.
“Mmmmmmmmm! This stuff has a weird name, but it’s great!” she sighed in elation. Mimi tried it, and understood what she meant.
“Oh, nearly forgot the drinksch!” the Gekomon raced to get them. Down onto the table slammed two gigantic bottles of lemonade, straws placed in the top for ease.
The girls set about the vast greasy wasteland, stopping to remove the obstacle of a delicious sausage and slurping huge gulps from their drinks. Finally they were forced to strip, as the mass of the batter soaked up the drink and was starting to swell to larger proportions!
Finally the dishes were scrapped clean. Mimi pushed the last sausage into her mouth and Sora took another gulp of lemonade to wash the batter down.
“And now” The Gekomon announced “please enjoy desert!”
There was another SLAM, echoing through the cavernous halls. Two identical treys of blueberry cheesecake were laid in front of the girls.
Despite their fullness, they bobbled at the sight of the most decadent of sweets.
They spooned great chunks into their mouths, each bit causing their guts to further distend outwards. Their laps disappeared under their engorged stomachs. As the last sweet bite passed their lips, as one they grabbed the gigantic bottled and chugged down the last of the lemonade.
A few seconds passed, before the air bubbled collated into one giant pocket of air within their bellys. The eructation that followed was so load, so powerful, that it seemed as if the very foundations of the palace were rocked! Gekomon and Otamamon scrabbled for cover.
“WHOOO!!! Was that good or was that good?” Sora sank further into her chair and patted the distended sac.
“It was wonderful” Mimi followed, despite the mild feeling of nausea “I don’t think I can move”
“Me neither” Sora nodded weakly.
“Good, then the real meal can begin!”
“Are you kidding!” Mimi tried to work up proper outrage, but was too heavy with food to do so. “I feel like I’ve eaten a whole Whamon!”
“Oh, you won’t me eating any more----ever!”
The room seemed to grow darker, a huge, looming shadow blotting out every spec of lantern light. The girls craned their necks as best they could, and shrieked in terror at the looming spectre of Shogungekomon. A vast, bloated monstrosity, frog-like, but red in couler. He had a system of pipes and trumpets running around his neck and a Band-Aid over his belly button. He was also smirking in the most evil way possible.
He sniffed deeply. “Ah---I see you remembered the Mayo!”

“Right, here’sch the plan”
The Gekomon militia gathered around it’s leader. Elecmon and Patamon squeezed in o see, while the larger Digimon simply stopped down to see.
“We’ll enter the palasche through the main schewer. Once we enter the kitchensch we’ll free your friendsch and then schtop Schogungekomon. If anyone asksch what we’re doing, we’re schewage workersch on the way to a conference.”
“Right, then lets get moving’!” Andromon demanded.
“Yeah, lead the way!” Patamon squeaked.
“Err---I won’t be coming---as---err---I have a bad back. But I’ll show you the main tunnel”
The Gekomon leader led the group to a sewer drain; large enough for even Monzaemon and Frigidmon to enter provided they crawled.
“Are you sure you aren’t coming with us?” Patamon asked after the leader.
“Scholidarity, brother!” he answered, closing the entrance.
“Err---yeah---solidarity” Patamon echoed, weekly.
“Not much of a leader, is he?” Elecmon smirked.
“Guess not, come on! TK and the others are waiting!”

“Well---I never figured I’d end my days are an appetiser” Joe sighed.
“What about when Seadramon attacked?” Tai inquired.
“I don’t really like to think back on it, to be honest” Joe cut off.
“Schut up and get moving! Schogungekomon isch hungry already!” a Gekomon guard demanded, brandishing a firebrand.
“You know, it’s not nice to go around making demands of people like that” an authoritative voice boomed.
“And who aschked you?”
“Nobody, but I don’t see how that matters! SOLAR RAY!!!!”
The blast caught the Gekomon off guard and sent it flying across the room, eventually crashing into a wall and vaporising into data.
“Centurumon!” TK cried out in relief.
“Sorry about the late rescue, you guys ok?”
“Great, and all the better for seeing you!” Tai smiled.
“Yeah, but there are lots of Gekomon out there! Centurumon can’t take them all out by himself!”
“That’s why we bought some help!”
Patamon flew in, followed by Elecmon; Andromon, Monzaemon, Frigidmon and a whole platoon of battle ready Gekomon.
“Patamon! How’d you get out?” TK asked, overjoyed to see his friend.
“Well, it was a squeeze, but I’d risk anything to help my friends. Now, lets get the others out and rescue the girls!”

The gigantic frog gave a low chuckle as his servants set about tying the girls up as securely as possible. Their fat, food engorged stomachs groaned in protest as the ropes were tied tightly around them, causing the flab to bulge over and around the straps. Air bubbles were broken up, resulting in more fantastic eructation!
When they were securely tied they were rolled up to the platform, where a huge sub loaf, record sized, was waiting.
It was opened and they were shoved in, looking lie two hugely overstuffed sausages on a giant hot dog!
Shogungekomon picked it up in one huge, webbed hand and lifted the whole thing slowly towards his gaping mouth.
While Sora was looking pale with fear, Mimi was thinking of a way to delay the monster, finally, feet away from it's maw, something clicked.
"Excuse me! Did you remember to wash your hands before you're going to eat us?"
"W-well----err----"
"Shogungekomon was rather startled. He had simply expected them to bawl piteously. "---I don't think so, why?"
"ICK!!!!! Have you any idea what germs those hands have picked up during today? I refuse to be eaten until you wash up!"
"Err-----sure----but once I'm back you guys are lunch, and there's nothing you can do about it!" the monster huffed and stomped off towards the bathroom.
"Whoa! Nice work, Mimi!" Sora congratulated, already slick with nervous sweat"
"No problem----now lets get eating!"
"Again! But I'm about to explode!" Sora whined, painfully bloated with food and with several ropes painfully constricting her.
"We have to, Sora!" Mimi was also wincing in agony "the only way out is to eat our way out! On my command, start eating your part of the sub! Ok?"
"Err---I guess".
The girls both gulped at the intimidating task before them.
"One" Mimi started "two---three-----GO!"
As one the girls began to bite off and chew giant pieces of bread. Mouthful after mouthful travelled into their glutted gullets, swelling their stomachs more and more. Enough that eventually the bongs began to loosen. But eventually they stopped. There was just too much on top of what they had already stuffed down.
"I---I---can't-----going to----burst----" Sora managed to moan before she simply slipped into a deep sleep, the food too much for her to take.
"Oh crap---" Mimi squeaked, now alone. And to make things worse, she could hear Shogungekomon's pounding footsteps approaching.
As the giant frog appeared he looked aghast! The girls had eaten over half of his gigantic sandwich!
"Whoa! You two are real piggies aren't ya? Oh well, doesn't matter! You've eaten your last!"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!!!" a voice boomed just as he was about to pick the sandwich up.
"Well, well, well" he turned and smirked at his nemesis. "It's been a while hasn't it?"
Out of the doorway stormed the Digi Destined, followed by their Digimon guardians, all transformed into their Ultimate forms to be on par with Shogungekomon. Except for Biyomon and Palmon, who had raced down from upstairs. Without their mistresses to use their Digivices they were at a loss to do anything.
"I SHOULD SAY" Metalgreymon snarled "AND I WAS HOPING IT WOULD BE THE LAST! BUT WITH MY FRIENDS TO HELP ME I'LL MAKE SURE WE NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
“I wouldn’t know about that” Shogungekomon smirked. He turned his gaze to the shadows. A small group of Gekomon leapt forth and threw a switch.
There was a low rumble, ascending in volume until a small earthquake hit the chamber.
Zudamon span on his clawed foot. “INCOMEING!!!” he was able to scream, allowing the Digi Destined to leap aside and the Digimon to react as a gigantic boulder tumbled down towards them. The Digimon were able to brace themselves against the fantastic weight, but their grip was starting to give. Sparks were raised as clawed feet grinded against the floor. Angeumon and Angeuwomon fluttered their wings at top speed to help, but it wasn’t enough.
“TAI!” Metalgreymon strained against the intense momentum “YOU HAVE TO HELP US OUT HERE!”
“Can’t you guys just blast it with your attacks?” Tai quavered, unsure what to do.
“Impossible!” Angeuwomon’s authoritative voice answered. “were even one of us to move, the boulder would crush us all!”
“HEY!” Weregerurumon sniffed the air “THIS ISN’T A BOULDER----IT’S A BALL OF DOUGH!”
“Yep, had the kitchen staff cook it up for me yesterday” Shogungekomon sniggered “That dough is the densest, heaviest stuff they could mix up. You’ll falter soon enough, and I’ll turn you all into pancakes! Too bad these pigs finished all my syrup” he finished, indicating Mimi and Sora.
“If we’re going to do anything we’ll need the others to Digivolve first” Joe pointed out.
“I agree, with their strength it might be enough to hold the dough ball back---perhaps even stop it all together.” Izzy started calculating on his laptop.
“You guys!” Mimi called “I have a better plan! Palmon, get over here, quick!”
Palmon scampered over to it’s mistress, dodging the Gekomon’s poorly aimed Symphony Crushers.
As soon as it was near, Mimi called upon the powers of her Digivice and the Crest of Sincerity. Palmon transformed into Togemon, and then into the enchanting Lilymon.
“What’s the plan, Mimi?” she asked.
“It’s a giant ball of dough, right? So the best way to stop it is to eat it!”
“Good idea!”
“And I’m putting you in charge of that job!”
“Ok----wait----NO WAY!!!!”
“Lilymon, you’re the only one who can do it!” Mimi pleaded.
“What about Garudomon? He’s bigger than me!”
“Sora’s out cold! She can’t call upon the Crest of Love, or even her Digivice!”
“B-b---but my beautiful figure!!!” the Digimon whimpered.
“Forget about your figure! What’s more important, your looks or your friends!?” Mimi demanded.
“Err--------can I think for a sec?!”
“LILYMON!!!!”
“Ok, ok, don’t burst a blood vessel over it! All that weight must be making you crabby---well, crabbier!” Lilymon joked as she reluctantly made her way to the dough ball.
Despite it’s apparent weight and resilience the dough relented as Lilymon tore a little to taste it. The dough had been subtly spiced, which added to it’s flavour. A perfect warm, soft bread made it irresistible. She quickly grabbed another handful, and began resolutely putting it away. Being larger than a human, although not by much, Lilymon was able to put a fair amount away. Around a third was gone before she stopped, placing a hand on her belly, swollen dramatically with heavy, spiced dough.
“Uuuuugh----Mimi, I told you this was a bad idea!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Well----I was thinking it pretty hard------ooooooh, my poor tummy!”
“You can’t stop now, Lilymon!” Angeumon encouraged “it’s starting to get lighter, you need to eat some more!”
“I----I don’t think I can!” the Vegetation type started to sob.
“You can do it, Lilymon!” Angeumon called out. “I know you can! You have to try!”
As one the Digi Destined and Digimon yelled out their encouragement to the struggling Lilymon.
“Schuld we attack, schir?” asked one of the loyal Gekomon.
“No” Shogungekomon held them back “there’s no way she can muster enough power to finish the whole thing. Look at that stomach, she’s ready to burst as it is!”
After a short while the Digimon stopped sobbing. She got up unsteadily, the weight of food in her belly making it difficult to move easily.
When she rose to her feet she straightened, remaining calm despite the fact that her belly sagged downward, threatening to pull her with it.
She yelled a defiant warcry and then, fluttering a few inches off the ground, plunged down to resume munching.
She resolved to just tear into it with her teeth, fuelled by her friend’s cheering and her own determination not to give up.
Shogungekomon simply smirked----but his unease began to grow. The Digi Destined’s cheering seemed to strengthen her resolve. Bit by bit the boulder disappeared. Even when it became light enough for the Digimon to let go, everyone was totally absorbed in watching Lilymon put the thing away!
And still her belly grew outwards, growing out beyond her lap, groaning torturously as more food was crammed in.
Finally, Lilymon popped the last piece into her mouth. She looked down at the crumbs that were left, smiled, and collapsed.
At first there was silence and disbelief that the smallest of the Ultimate level Digimon had performed such a feat on will alone----but it had happened.
Then the Digimon raced over to her side, which wasn’t as far of a trip as it might have been. Lilymon weakly cradled both sides of her swollen abdomen, looking even greener than she was originally.
“ARE YOU OK, LILYMON?” Zudamon looked worriedly at his friend.
“I-------I’ll be fine------I’m just really thirsty right now” Lilymon chuckled before she joined Sora in an indigestive sleep.
“Bah! Doesn’t matter!” grumbled Shogungekomon. “I don’t need a giant boulder to crush you! Get them, men!”
When there was no answer he turned to see that his men had decided that the best way out was to escape while they could.
“Oh crap” was all he could manage before the attack was launched.
"I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME WE PUT YOU TO SLEEP FOR MORE THAN THREE HUNDRED YEARS" Metalgreymon snarled.
"YEAH, HOW DOES ETERNITY SOUND?" sneered Weregerurumon.
"Err-------I don't suppose we can try to be reasonable here, can we?" Shogungekomon squeaked, shrinking back as much as his massive frame would allow.
"I don't think so" Angeumon answered. "ANGEL ROD!!!!" he bellowed, bringing the staff down hard on the frog's head.
"CELESTAL ARROW!!! Came the voice of Angeuwoman, piercing the beast's chest with a fearsome shaft of light.
"VULCAN'S HAMMER!!!! Yelled Zudamon, knocking the frog by throwing his hammer, dealing a devastating hit.
"MEGA CLAW!!!" Weregerurumon howled as he slashed down on Shogungekomon's face.
"GIGA BLASTER!!!" came Metalgreymon, scorching the Digimon's slimy flesh.
"F-----Flower Cannon" Lilymon said, weakly. Just able to fire off another round before passing into unconsciousness.
"Spiral Twister!!!!" squawked Biyomon, not wanting to be left out.
Shogungekomon collapsed pitifully against the wall, beaten and ready to drop from exhaustion. But the other Digimon were no better.
Lilymon and Biyomon were in no position to do much, and the others had exhausted themselves holding back the boulder. He might just have a chance.
"Hey, Izzy" Tai turned to his friend. "Where's Megakabuterimon anyhow?"
"Helping the others fight off the other loyalist Gekomon stationed around the palace. By my calculations he should be arriving any second-------now".
As if on cue the ceiling exploded and down fluttered Megakabuterimon.
"HEYAH, SORRY I'M LATE!" he apologised.
"NOT AT ALL" Weregerurumon greeted "YOU'RE JUST IN TIME TO FINISH FROGGY HERE OFF"!
"YOU GOT IT!" the insectoid Digimon answered. Carrying Shogungekomon with all his strength he exited where he had come from. After gaining enough height he tossed him high into the air.
"ELECTRO SHOCKER!!!!" he bellowed, firing the electric bolt dead on target. After a while Shogungekomon simply faded into ashes and digital dust.
Once the cheering and congratulations were over, Tai ran over to Mimi.
"Glad to see you girls are ok" he said, smiling "Now lets get you out of here"
"Err----if it's all the same to you---Tai---I---I think I'll just stay here for a while----I just need to sleep this meal off”.
And with that she joined Sora and Lilymon in slumber, digesting her tremendous meal. Safe in the knowledge that, aside from their new dress sizes, all was back to normal. Or as normal as it would ever be in the Digital World.

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