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Kent Badger for his Digimon Bearmon.
“And after I filled that oversize pelican’s belly full of rocks I hurried back to the mountain cave to rescue my fellow Wombles from that other not funny pelican and saved the day,” explained Kent the Womble to a Bearmon as they traversed the Digital World’s desert.
“That’s some story,” admitted Bearmon. “You must have been a hero and got some big celebration for what you did.”
“I might have,” replied Kent rubbing the back of his head. “But then I ended up here cause I got lost again.”
“By that mysterious force that does that to you,” added Bearmon. “I still find it hard to believe that anyone can just end up somewhere completely different without meaning to or without any sort of logical explanation.”
“I don’t quite get it myself,” Kent said as the wind started to pick up and caused his long ears to flop in the breeze. “It just happens and I have no choice save going along for the ride. I could end up anywhere and in any world.”
“And this time you’ve ended up right in the middle of the Digital Desert,” Bearmon said. “Not really the best place to end up. There’s nothing but sand every which way you look.”
“Why are you here then?” wondered the curious Womble.
“I don’t really know exactly what happened,” admitted Bearmon. “An obnoxious Goblinmon called me something and after that I blacked out and found myself here.”
“That’s sounds even weirder than how I ended up here,” commented Kent. “And that’s saying something. What exactly did he call you?”
“I’ll only tell you if you promise not to ever call me it,” warned Bearmon. “No telling what might happen if you do.”
“Um, on second thought,” replied Kent chickening out. “It might be best not to tell me.”
“That is definitely the smart thing to do,” agreed Bearmon.
“I’d much rather find some shelter from this desert,” he added. “It’s too freaking hot to be out here with a full coat of fur and a butterball gut.”
“I might not have a gut like that, but I’m starting to wish I was a Gabumon so I could take my fur off and cool down,” agreed Bearmon. “It would help make it easier to get all the sand off my fur that the windis blowing onto it too.”
“Speaking of wind,” said Kent watching his long, floppy ears wave in the breeze. “The wind has been picking up quite a bit.”
“You don’t think-” began Bearmon.
A huge gust of wind suddenly blew through them and their vision was almost completely obscured by sand. “SANDSTORM!” they both cried and quickly hurried in the hope of finding shelter.
“See anything?” asked Kent desperately. “We have to get out of here!”
“I can barely keep my eyes open like this,” groaned Bearmon. “But what do you think we can even find in the middle of a desert?” As he asked this question, an answer came into view. “There’s a mesa up ahead. “Maybe we can use that for shelter.”
“No maybes about it,” stated Kent as he waddled to it as fast as he could and Bearmon hurried too.
“Made it,” coughed Bearmon gagging on all the sand he swallowed on the way over to the base of the Mesa. To his relief, the wind wasn’t nearly as fierce over here. “That was a close one, wasn’t it, Kent? Kent?” Looking around, Bearmon didn’t see any sign of his new friend. “Strange, he was right in front of me the entire time and I think I only lost sight of him for a minute or two. Did he get lost by that mysterious force thing again?” Scratching his head, Bearmon noticed a stairway cut into the side of the mesa leading up it. “Stairs? Maybe he headed up from here.”
Hurrying upward, Bearmon ran to see if his new friend had hurried on up ahead. The staircase circled around the mesa a few times, but when he reached the final step he found himself all the way at the top and to his even greater surprise, he found a village resting on it too.
“Oh, greetings!” waved a Gazimon, a bluish-gray furred Digimon that somewhat resembled a mix between a rabbit, due to its long ears, and a cat, from its claws and fangs. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a visitor here.”
“Then I guess he really must have gotten lost,” commented Bearmon looking back down the mesa. “I’m sure he’ll be alright.”
“You’ll be better than alright,” answered the Gazimon mishearing what he was saying. “You are very lucky to find this place. Often anyone who ends up this far into the desert is doomed to be swallowed by the sands. “You were lucky to make it here to the town of Beans.”
“‘Beans?’” repeated Bearmon confused and saw a small sign at the front of the village that looked like it was pulled off a crate.
“Best we could do,” he admitted sounding a bit embarrassed. “We didn’t have anything to write a better sounding name so we just used what was printed on a crate.”
“Most interesting way I’ve heard to name a town, that’s for sure,” chuckled Bearmon. “Care to show me around?”
“I was hoping you’d ask,” smiled the Gazimon. “And you can call me ‘Gaz.’”
“And you can call me-” began Bearmon. “Well, let’s just stick with Bearmon.”
Walking through the village, Bearmon wasn’t very impressed by the village. The houses looked put together with whatever random materials they seemed to have, from parts of wooden boxes to boards of wood of varying size that either caused them to stick out from the tiny shacks they called homes or left gaps one could see inside if one didn’t choose to look in through the doorless doorways. He even noticed a few wagon wheels used and some tarps as a quick solution to making roofs. The insides weren’t much better, each one barely big enough to have one decent-sized room with a bed in it and very little else, though bed was a broad description cause while some homes had well worn beds, others had nothing more than a bunch of flattened pillows to sleep on. Bearmon even saw a few that were unlucky enough to be sleeping on straw.
“Uh, very cosy,” Bearmon said trying to find the words.
“Bad, I know, we all know,” admitted Gaz. “We’re a simple bunch who make due with what little we have to work with. It’s not much, but it’s our happy little home.”
“Well, you might not have the best homes, but it certainly does look like you guys eat well,” commented Bearmon looking at the other Gazimon walking around the village. While Gaz appeared no different from a typical Gazimon, nearly all the other ones had a sizable gut that looked even bigger than the belly that Kent was sporting. Some of the Gazimon even had to hold it in their arms to help carry it as they waddled about. “There sure are a lot of fat Gazimon around here.”
“Actually,” explained Gaz. “They aren’t fat, they just have a friend in there.”
“A friend?” asked Bearmon confused. “Where? In their stomach?”
“Yup, in their belly,” he nodded. “We call them belly buddies. You see, when we do get visitors who are lost in the desert and have no way of escaping it, we invite them to stay here. But since our homes aren’t the most spacious places, we found a way to keep them comfy, cosy in our bellies.”
“How did you manage to do that?” wondered Bearmon.
“That’s one of the great secrets of the mesa,” he answered and wore a smile like he was a step ahead for knowing something that Bearmon did not. “Anyway, seeing as you are now stuck here I was wondering if you’d care to be my belly buddy since I haven’t had the chance to make one yet.”
“It’s a tempting offer,” agreed Bearmon. “And if the circumstances were different I probably still would agree it is a tempting offer, but I’d prefer to be friends outside of your belly. Also, I don’t want to be stuck out here in the middle of the desert for the rest of my life. There has to be a way out.”
“A well-stocked caravan could probably make it,” suggested Gaz. “If one should ever come around here you could see about hitching a ride with them.”
“If that’ll work,” nodded Bearmon. “How often does one happen by here?”
”Remember when I said we haven’t had any guests for a while,” reminded Gaz. “It might be quite some time, so you may wanna make yourself comfortable.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” sighed Bearmon. “So, I guess I’m staying here for the time being.”
“Awesome!” cheered Gaz opening his maw wide and letting his tongue hang out.
“No,” Bearmon retorted pushing Gaz’s chin up to close his mouth. “Not in your belly. Just take me over to your place.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” Gaz grumbled but complied with his request.
Gaz brought Bearmon to his place of residence in the village and just like all the others it was a dilapidated mess. He did at least have one of the homes with an actual bed in it, but between the two of them there was not nearly enough room for them to share it.
“See, wouldn’t it be so much better if you just stay inside my belly,” Gaz pointed out. “It’d be much more comfy for you in there.”
“I admire your perseverance,” admitted Bearmon.
“But that’s still a ‘no,’ huh?” he figured.
“Yeah,” nodded Bearmon. “And while there might not be much room I’m sure I won’t be in your hair for too long.”
“I’d rather you be in my belly,” huffed the Gazimon with a pouting look on his face.
“As I was saying,” Bearmon continued. “I only need to stay till I can make my way out of the desert. But till then, we should lay down some ground rules.”
“What did you have in mind?” wondered Gaz as he scratched at his chin.
“Not much,” he assured Gaz first and foremost. “This is your place and I’m a guest so I’ll do my best not to overstep my bounds. And so long as I do that, there is just one thing I ask of you.”
“What is it?” he asked sounding quite curious with how Bearmon was going about it.
“There is a name that you must never call me,” he explained. “And I mean it, never ever EVER! The only reason I am telling you the name right now is just on the off chance you might utter the name without realizing it is the bad one.”
“Now you’ve got me really intrigued by this,” complained Gaz. “Just what is this name?”
“It’s… Teddy,” he answered and the sound of thunder crashed outside as if to emphasize how shocking this reveal was. Gaz jumped in fright like the name like he was just given was the key to unleashing all kinds of hell onto the world if he should utter it.
“Sorry,” apologized another Gazimon who poked his head in through the front entrance. “I dropped some trays. Hope I didn’t frighten you.”
“No, we’re good,” Gaz answered before turning back to Bearmon. “So, you got a problem with being called, ‘Ted-’”
“Don’t say it!” warned Bearmon as he gripped the back of his right paw with his left. The look in his eyes was dead serious and Bearmon himself even seemed bigger causing Gaz to tremble nervously. “Don’t even think it or you’ll doom this whole village. Do you understand?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded in fear. “I won’t call you that.”
Taking a deep breath, Bearmon quickly calmed down and appeared to be back to his normal self allowing Gaz to calm down too. “Good,” he smiled. “Glad we have an understanding. So, I don’t know about you, but how about we get something to eat.”
“I can get you some tree meat,” offered Gaz. “Would you like that?”
“Mmm,” he drooled at the thought of it and quickly wiped his muzzle clean. “I’d love some, but aren’t you going to get some too?”
“I’m gonna save my appetite for later,” he answered suspiciously.
“No,” retorted Bearmon bopping Gaz on the head with his cap like he was punishing a naughty pet. “No. You are not eating me. So you might as well just get some meat with me.”
“No fair,” he grumbled. “Fine, follow me.”
“Gladly,” smiled Bearmon as he happily followed him and rubbed over his empty belly.
“Uuurrraaap!” belched Bearmon a few hours later. “That really hit the spot.”
“Wow, you really were hungry,” commented Gaz seeing the Bearmon’s big, bulging belly after having stuffed himself silly. On the table in front of him, was a plate that had a tall tower bones, the remains of all the meat he had eaten. “You are rather gluttonous.”
“N-no I’m not,” argued Bearmon sounding a bit delirious from how overly stuffed he was. “I’m just- I’m just gonna- gonna- just gonna eat one more piece.” Reaching forward for another piece of meat, Bearmon’s gut pressed against the table. It wasn’t enough to impede him as he snatched up the meat and brought it to his maw. Opening wide, he tore chunks of the meat off the bone and managed to pick it completely clean. “There… all… done.” Bearmon attempted to place the bone with the pile on his discard plate, but as he did, he caused the tower to collapse and spill onto the table as he slumped onto his back semi-conscious.
“And he’s down for the count,” sighed Gaz knowing how much trouble it was going to be to get him back to the house. Grabbing one of his arms, he helped him onto his feet and got his arm around the back of his neck to keep him up. “Ugh, you are one of those ‘heavier than they looks’ types aren’t you?”
“You calling me fat?” groaned Bearmon. “Well, if you were to eat me you’d be the fatty then wouldn’t you, Fatty McFatterson.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’re ready to be my belly buddy?” asked Gaz hopingly.
“No,” answered Bearmon showing he was still plenty aware.
“Oh, darn,” moaned Gaz as he snapped his fingers.
As the duo made their way back to Gaz’s place a horn sounded and all the Gazimon in the village stopped doing what they were doing and began carrying their guts in theopposite direction Gaz and Bearmon were headed in.
“What’s going on?” asked Bearmon curiously. “Where is everyone going?”
“It’s a shift change,” explained the Gazimon. “Every eight hours we have a shift change. So all these Gazimon are heading into the mesa to start mining.”
“And what are they mining for?” wondered Bearmon. “More tree meat? I wanna know cause that stuff is good and I don’t see any meat trees anywhere around here.”
“No, they are mining for McGuffainium,” Gaz continued. “It is the most plot relevant material on the planet. It is what we do for money around here and we mine it around the clock. All us Gazimon work in shifts to dig as much up as possible and to do that we’re constantly mining. Which is why we use this system to have one group do the work, another to rest, and the last to manage the village and we rotate jobs every eight hours to keep things going nonstop.”
“Wow, that sure is something if you guys can do all that,” commented Bearmon. “So, does this mean that you gotta go mining now too?”
“Me?” replied Gaz. “No. I can’t go mining.”
“You can’t?” wondered Bearmon proving surprisingly alert despite being unable to currently walk on his own. “Why not?”
“Uh, cause I’ve got a guest over, of course,” he answered. “It’d be rude of me to just up and leave you. So let’s just get you back to my place so we can put you to bed. How’s that sound?”
“Zzzzzzzz,” snoozed Bearmon already out cold.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” figured Gaz.
“N-n-no, please don’t!” cried a voice that stirred Bearmon from his sleep. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to go back there!”
“You’re being real naughty tonight, buddy,” another voice replied. “But if you don’t wanna work then you’re gonna go straight back home.”
“Huh? What’s going on?” wondered Bearmon as he looked around and found himself in Gaz’s place still out of it from his binge earlier.
“Please,” he begged. “I don’t wanna go there either.”
“Where’s that coming from?” yawned Bearmon sitting up and listening for the voices. When he realized they were outside, he peeked through a hole in the house to see another Gazimon who was cornering a Gomamon. “What’s going on?”
“You know the rules,” lectured the Gazimon. “You dig for seven hours and you get an hour of freedom. But because you decided to run off you won’t be seeing the outside of my belly for a long, long time now.”
“You can’t do that!” cried Gomamon as he watched the Gazimon open his maw.
“Of course I can,” he grinned as a powerful suction started to happen from his maw that only seemed to have an effect on Gomamon as he was starting to get pulled closer.
“I’m sorry,” he called out. “Forgive me! I’ll- I’ll go back to work. I won’t try to run away anymore!”
“Too late for apologies too,” added Gazimon, the suction not being hindered by his talking. “Back you go.”
“No!” wailed Gomamon turning to run, but the suction grew stronger. He clawed at the ground desperately, but it was no use. “I don’t wanna go back in your belly.”
“Time to go back home where you belong,” grinned the Gazimon as the suction finally overpowered the seal Digimon and he flew right into his maw backside first. He gave one final struggle, but using his paws, Gazimon shoved him further into his maw and with ease swallowed him down to give his gut a big bulge. He patted his belly contently and walked off casually.
“This can’t be happening, worried Bearmon shaking in terror at what he just saw. “It must have been a dream. I’m just dreaming that’s gotta be it.” He quickly pinched himself in the arm hoping to quickly wake himself up, but all he managed to do was hurt himself. “Owie! I guess this means this isn’t a dream and Gaz… he wanted to do the same thing to me. He doesn’t seem to be around here so I better get out of here before he comes back.”
Hurrying out of bed, Bearmon ran to exit the house. “Going somewhere?” asked Gaz who had been leaning against the house, close enough to hear everything that Bearmon had said inside. Hearing him, Bearmon froze in his tracks.
“H-hi, G-Gaz,” replied Bearmon nervously. “I was just going out for a late night stroll. I actually just had a nightmare you see and, heh, you’ll laugh when you hear it cause I dreamed that-”
“That a Gazimon ate another Digimon in a less than friendly manner that I lead you to believe being a belly buddy was,” he finished and walked towards Bearmon.
“Uh, yeah,” nodded Bearmon giving a forced chuckle and backed away. “That’s exactly right. H-how’d you know?”
“Cause that’s what happens in the Village of Beans,” he explained. “Anyone unfortunate enough to find their way here is made to work in our mines and when we aren’t having them work we keep them safe and sound in our bellies.”
“Well, thank you for all that exposition,” said Bearmon. “Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s about time I flee.”
“I had hoped you’d let me vore you willingly since I don’t have much practice with this, but now you’ve given me no choice,” Gaz told him. “I’ll just have to use force.”
Opening his maw just like the other Gazimon did, he began to pull Bearmon towards him with the same power. Struggling with all his might, he felt just as helpless as the Gomamon did. He dug his claws into the ground desperately trying to resist, but Gaz merely moved in closer, waiting for something to inevitably give.
“Gazimon shouldn’t be able to do something like this,” cried Bearmon as he was lifted off the ground and forced at Gaz’s face. Bearmon grabbed at Gaz’s shoulders attempted to stay out of his maw.
“I told you it was a secret of the mesa,” reminded the Gazimon. “Now get ready to see your new home cause you’re going to be living there for a long, long time.”
Strength giving out, Bearmon flew into his maw headfirst. Then grabbing at his body, Gaz continued to pull him in. Desperately trying to stop him, Bearmon flailed his arms around. Grabbing his arms, Gaz tried to keep him still and undid the straps he had on his right arm by accident. Gaz noticed the Digital Hazard mark on the back of his paw. It shocked Gaz just as Bearmon was sucked completely into his maw and dropped down into his belly.
“That mark,” pondered Gaz. “Wasn’t that a very dangerous symbol? I only saw it for a moment so I’m not entirely sure if it was or not. Well not that it even matters. He’s my belly buddy now and forever.” Gaz chuckled villainously, but his laughing didn’t last long as he gut suddenly started to bounce and quake as Bearmon struggled on the inside.
“Let me outta here!” Bearmon demanded and he kicked and punched Gaz from the inside.
“Ugh,” groaned Gaz looking a bit sick. “I heard this takes a bit to get used to, but he’s already giving me indigestion. Guess that’s why it’s better to get them to come willingly.”
“I didn’t give you permission to eat me and I’m not gonna let up till you cough me up,” he warned and kept upsettling the Gazimon’s stomach.
“Go ahead and do your worst,” argued Gaz hoping he actually wouldn’t. “I’ll get used to all this before long and then you’ll be my belly buddy from now on. Now how about we go get some rest and this way, you can even see my real home. All the cruddy houses on the surface are just hobbled together to give us the appearance of a poor, little village. But just you wait to see what our houses really are like… though that’ll probably be hard from inside my belly, but whatever.”
Gaz carried his bulging gut towards a cave entrance guarded by a bunch of other Gazimon. “Finally, got a Belly Buddy,” one of them chuckled. “Heheh, such a dumb name.”
“You think we could trick any Digimon into doing it if we were to just go out and say, ‘hey there, how’d you like to work the rest of your life in our mines and to make sure you don’t run away we’re going to keep you in our bellies the rest of the time,’” another one pointed out.
“Point taken,” he admitted. “So, you ready to do some backbreaking labor?”
“You bet I am,” nodded Gaz as he rubbed his gut. “Or a certain little bear friend of mine is. Hahahah!” Immediately after that comment, Gaz’s quaked violently as Bearmon’s punching and kicking started anew. Looking like he had the worst case of heartburn anyone had even seen, Gaz seemed ready to hurl. “You got eaten fair and square. So quit being a sore loser.”
“You sure got a real feisty one it seems,” one of the guards laughed. “You might wanna give him a few days in your belly to make the adjustment before putting him to work. Unfortunately, that means a lot of stomach pains for you. Think you can keep him down that long?”
“Heh, no problem,” Gaz said trying to sound confident. Then Gaz’s gut shot up and socked him right in the face and knocked him on his butt. The guards were in hysterics seeing that and collapsed with laughter too. Definitely a lively night, huh? First that Gomamon made a run for it and now we get this little comedy act.”
“I was curious about that,” commented Gaz. “How’d a Gomamon get past you guys? There aren’t any other paths to the surface.”
“We were bored so watching the little seal get hunted down was entertaining,” they explained. “Not like he could have gotten very far on his own anyway. There’s nothing but desert for endless miles.”
“True, but I hope you guys are ready if there ever really is an emergency,” hoped Gaz as he walked past them.
“If there’s any trouble around here it’s that things are just too boring,” yawned one of the guards.
Venturing deep into the mine, Gaz was guided by the lanterns hanging on the ceiling. After traveling quite a depth, he soon arrived at an underground town just as big as the false one up above, but this one was quite different. The houses were carved from the stone of the mesa itself and all the buildings were filled with tons of nice furniture. Gaz entered into his own home and walked over to his computer.
“Now let’s see,” he murmured as he searched the Digital Catalogue. Bearmon started to struggle once again and it took all his might to resist him. “Ugh, my stomach can’t handle much more of this. He’s a lot feistier than I thought he’d be, but he won’t make a fool out of me.” Clicking on an extra large pet cage, Gaz selected the option, “Buy Now” and tons of 1’s and 0’s emerged from his computer to take shape of the cage. “This should hold you just as well as my belly and give me a lot less stomach pains. I’ll just try again once you tire yourself out.”
When the cage was fully formed, Gaz opened his maw and this time he was exhaling, attempting to force Bearmon out of his gut and into the cage. Bit by bit, he rose up from his stomach to his throat and then to his maw. Then like a mighty sneeze, he expelled him into the cage and quickly shut the cage door before he could react.
“Aha!” he laughed. “That worked out perfectly. You can try to resist me, but I’m much too smart for you.”
“You sure about that?” wondered Bearmon as he opened the cage door effortlessly. The look in his eyes was anything but happy to see his new friend.
“Wha? But how? Why?” freaked out Gaz not sure what happened, but when he hurried back to his computer he read the description about the cage and saw, “Lock Sold Separately” when he scrolled down. “Oh…”
“Nice place you got here,” commented Bearmon. “I guess the outside is as fake as you were.”
“I did like you,” admitted Gaz. “But this is how things work around here. We aren’t the strongest of Digimon so we do what we have to to keep our mine safe. If word were ever to get out about it we’d be the ones forced to mine it out for some other Digimon who’d just stroll in and take over. That’s why anyone who comes here is not allowed to leave, ever.”
“Well, what all of you are doing isn’t right either and I refuse to be kept here indefinitely,” argued Bearmon.
“You don’t have a choice or did you forget I can vore you whenever I want,” he reminded him and opened his maw to suck him in once more. But Bearmon was ready this time and rushed to the front door and ran away before the suction was strong enough to pull him in. Gaz chased after him and managed to see as Bearmon fled deeper into the mines. “I’m starting to think he’s gonna be more trouble than he’s worth.”
Hurrying after his prey, Gaz passed by a number of other Gazimon watching their own Digimon working tirelessly on mining more McGuffainium. They were kind enough to point Gaz in the right direction, but didn’t offer him any other aid while they had their own Digimon to look after.
“A what? A hug?” wondered a Gabumon as Bearmon whispered into his ear. “Why would you want me to-”
“There you are!” shouted Gaz as he spotted Bearmon and ran at him full steam.
“Just keep that in mind for later!” Bearmon told him. “Cause it looks like it might end up coming to that.”
“Uh, if you say so,” Gabumon said as he watched Bearmon flee and Gaz run after him.
“He’s getting a lot further than I thought he would,” worried Gaz as they ventured to the deepest depths of the mine. “Oh, crud. I can’t let him get to that or I’ll be in big trouble.” Hurrying up, the Gazimon ran with all his might to catch up to Bearmon, even leaping onto his back. “That’s far enough! I’ll be in big trouble if you go any further.”
“Then there must be something really good up ahead,” Bearmon figured as he kept on running. Growing desperate, Gaz attempting to grab and tug at Bearmon’s head and face. He squeezed his cheeks and honked his nose, hoping to get him to stop, but it didn’t slow him down in the least. In a last, desperate attempt, he grabbed Bearmon’s hat and leapt off of him.
“Ha! Got your hat!” he taunted. “Come on back and get it!” Bearmon ignored him and ran out of sight. “Crud.”
“Now to see just what the secret of this mesa is,” panted Bearmon as he continued deeper into the cave and soon discovered just what he was looking for. It was a stream of glowing yellow code buried deep within the mesa, contained within a huge orb. Just looking at it, Bearmon was quick to figure out just what it did, but even so, he moved closer to inspect it. Pressing his paws against it, he was able to see and understand every line of code in it. “Yes, this is it. This is what those Gazimon have been using to vore other Digimon. But they should only have that power so long as this thing remains intact. Which means…” Looking around, Bearmon grabbed the biggest rock he could lift and held it over his head. “If I destroy this then the Gazimon won’t be able to vore other Digimon anymore.” With all his might he struck the orb causing it to begin to crack. Lifting up the rock again, he smashed it in the same spot adding to the damage. Again and again he attacked, the cracks reaching to the insides of the orb where the code was already starting to go frantic from his attacks. Once more, with all his strength, Bearmon struck the orb and the rock broke through causing the code within it to burst out knock Bearmon off his feet. He watched the code disperse and vanish into thin air.
“I did it,” he panted. “All the Digimon the Gazimon have captured in their bellies should be getting freed now and we should be able to escape.” Smiling, Bearmon felt incredibly elated, but the feeling suddenly changed to agony when the back of his right hand ached and burned. Instinctively he gripped at it, seeing the Digital Hazard symbol there was glowing the same color as the code had. “Uh, that can’t be good.”
“No kidding this is bad,” commented Gaz now accompanied by a bunch more Gazimon. He was also wearing Bearmon’s hat backwards on his own head. “You destroyed our code! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!?”
“Yeah,” answered Bearmon as the Gazimon with Belly Buddies suddenly started to look pale and like they were giving a mighty sneeze, ejected the Digimon they had stored in their bellies. Overjoyed, but also panicked, the Digimon ran from their captors as fast as they could. “That. I did that.”
“You ruined our whole operation is what you did,” snapped Gaz. “And if nothing else, we are going to make you pay!”
Quickly, the Gazimon surrounded Bearmon and grabbed him. Even with Bearmon’s bigger size and strength he wasn’t a match for so many especially with the pissed off looks on their faces. Gaz looked Bearmon over, seeming very content to finally have him caught again.
“Well, what are you going to do to me now?” he wondered. “You can’t vore me without your precious code, after all.”
“Who says I can’t?” Gaz retorted. “It just means I gotta do it the hard way, but I will guarantee that you won’t be coming back out ever again, Teddy.”
The look on Bearmon’s face suddenly went wide-eyed and fearful. “Wh-what did you call me?”
“Oh, did I accidentally call you what you didn’t want me to call you?” he replied. “Well, let me do it on purpose then. Hello, Teddy!”
“You really don’t wanna do that,” warned Teddy, his body shaking and his paws clenched tight.
“Oh, why is that, Teddy? Does it annoy you, Teddy?” taunted Gaz. “Did you have a Teddy Bear when you were growing up, Teddy?”
“You really, really, REALLY should stop that,” urged Bearmon through gritted teeth. The Gazimon were struggling to hold him still as he started to thrash about and were finally forced to pile on top of him to avoid him breaking free.
“You want me to stop?” he asked. “Fine. I won’t say it anymore… TEDDY!!!”
Bearmon’s shaking stopped. He was completely still and the pupils in his eyes shrank to tiny dots. The Digital Hazard symbol that had been glowing yellow suddenly changed to a scary red.
“Huh?” pondered Gaz noticing the glowing mark. Moving over, he picked up Bearmon’s paw to look at it. “So you did have this on your paw. It’s supposed to be a very dangerous symbol, but you don’t seem the least bit dangerous to me. Just a big, overgrown teddy-” Bearmon grabbed Gaz’s throat and gripped it tightly forcing him to wheeze out the rest of his sentence. “...bear.”
The Gazimon piled on top of Bearmon suddenly found themselves all being lifted off the ground at the same time. To their shock, Bearmon was getting bigger. Muscles all over his body bulged as his body grew frightfully taller. Pudge also spread across his body quickly covering any new muscle under blubber, his gut especially as it bulged so much that the belt that went across his body and over his shoulder became tight before it snapped off along with the straps on his left paw. When he was finished growing, he stood more than twice as large as any of the Gazimon there and many times heavier than them too. Just looking at his bigger body was scary, but the expression on his face was even worse. He had a rather dopey grin, but the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at them told them that whatever was on his mind was anything but good. He then licked his chops and opened his maw as he turned to one of the Gazimon.
“Wh-what are you-” he started to say before he suddenly got sucked into his maw in the same manner the Gazimon had vored other Digimon. With his huge size, he managed to down the Gazimon in one gulp and snickered a little after doing so. Licking his chops, he then turned to another of the Gazimon.
“H-he can’t possibly be thinking of eating all of us,” cried one of the Gazimon still unsure why they were still hanging on to him and not running for their lives. “I mean, we can’t hold more than one Digimon apiece.”
“Well, he is a lot bigger than us,” another pointed out. “Maybe we should get away while we CAN!!!”
GULP! That Gazimon was swallowed next and one by one the other Gazimon were gulped down before they had a chance to flee. The only one that hadn’t been swallowed whole yet was Gaz who was still in his grip.
“P-please,” Gaz begged. “B-Bearmon, I’m sorry. Please don’t eat me.”
Looking at him, he just gave another dopey look and with his free paw he pointed at himself and spoke. “Teddy.”
“Now you’re Teddy?” he groaned. “Ugh, whatever. Please, just let me go.”
“Mine!” pointed Teddy to his hat on Gaz’s head.
“Oh, your hat,” remembered Gaz quickly offering it back to Teddy. “Here. Take it.”
Taking back his hat and putting it on his head, Teddy released his grip on Gaz and dropped him. Quickly scrambling to his feet, Gaz ran for his life. Teddy just snorted and watched him flee with an amused look on his face. When Gaz was almost out of sight, he opened his maw and caught him in the vore suction.
“What?!?” cried Gaz as he was pulled back towards Teddy. “But you were letting me go!”
“Mine!” he answered and gave his belly a rub. Scrapping against the ground, Gaz futilely tried to resist, but like the others he faced the same fate as he was swallowed down the oversized Bearmon’s throat. “Mmm,” he smiled and rubbed his gut. He looked content, but by no means full. “Want more!”
Venturing back up the cave, the feast had only begun. The Gazimon were all in a panic unable to use their powers anymore and their Belly Buddies were now running rampant all over the place. They were unaware of the new danger in their midst till he was already upon them and opened his maw wide. The powerful suction pulled every Gazimon in range into his maw and took up more space in his continuing to bulge belly. All the other Digimon found themselves spared this fate as the suction didn’t grab them and Bearmon paid them no attention even when they were right in front of him. Even the Gazimon who had been above ground unknowingly rushed into the mine when they discovered something was wrong with their code. Their haste to respond to the situation only made it that much easier for Teddy to further fill his belly.
“What in the world is that thing?” wondered a Terriermon.
“Looks like a Bearmon on steroids or something,” suggested Patamon. “Whatever he is, he’s scary-looking.”
“Anyone who can really stick it to those Gazimon is a hero in my book,” stated Agumon. “I don’t know how long you guys were stuck digging for a plot device, but I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen my home.”
“Agreed,” nodded Terriermon. “This could finally be our chance to escape. By the way things are looking there won’t be a single Gazimon left here to stop us when he gets done with them. All we’ll need to do is load up supplies and navigate our way out of this desert.”
“Uh, that might be a problem,” commented an Impmon. “I don’t think our savior is content with just eating the Gazimon. Look!”
“More,” grumbled Teddy after a few short minutes of being unable to find more Gazimon to vore. “More food!” He roared this as he faced the numerous homes of the Gazimon who were now taking up residence in his tummy. As he opened his maw, he was now using the suction power to draw in the tons and tons of food they had stored in their homes, causing it to flood into his maw for him to devour and cram into his ever widening belly.
“This isn’t good,” worried Agumon. “We’re going to need food if we’re going to cross the desert. We can’t let him eat it all.”
“But if we stop him,” pointed out Terriermon. “Then he might decide to eat us too.”
“Is there even a way to stop him?” wondered Patamon.
“There is a way,” answered Gabumon as he and Gomamon joined them.
“You know something, Gabu?” asked Agumon.
“A bit earlier,” he explained. “Bearmon told me that in case he gets turned… into whatever he is right now the trick to turning him back to normal is to give him a bear hug.”
“A… bear hug?” repeated Impmon not sounding confident with that solution. “Are you absolutely sure that is how to stop him?”
“It’s what he told me and I don’t have any other ideas how to stop him as he is,” he admitted.
“Well, since he told you,” commented Gomamon. “You can do the honors and hug him.”
“Me?” whimpered Gabumon as he looked at the big Bearmon as his gut was swollen to epic proportions from his binging. It was already touching the ground and spread out quite a lot on either side of him. As they stared as his sumo-sized belly his innie even popped to become an outie. Looking up at the food he was still drawing into his maw there was no telling how much remained, but it was clear he wasn’t going to leave a simgle scrap behind before he was finished. “Very well. I’ll go and give him the biggest, bestest hug that anyone has ever given anybody.”
“Good luck. We believe in you,” encouraged Impmon as they watched him proceed to Bearmon and nervously stood in front of him. “Well, he’s dead.”
“Uh, ok,” breathed Gabumon as he nervously stood before the gorging Bearmon. “Just gotta bear hug him.” Slowly he shuffled his feet towards his target, watching Bearmon in case he’d decide to eat him as well. When he finally was in hugging range, Gabumon summon all his courage and hugged Bearmon’s massive belly. “D-did it work?” Looking up, he couldn’t see any change at all. “M-maybe I gotta hug him a bit… tighter?” Drawing forth even more courage, Gabumon gave him a firmer hug.
“Ugh?” mumbled Bearmon acting a bit confused all of a sudden, the suction of the food becoming slightly weaker too.
“I can’t believe it actually seems to be working,” admitted Impmon. “He seems to be getting Bearmon under control with a hug.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if he can do it on his own,” noted Patamon. “Since we know it works, we should help him hug. All of us together might be able to do it.”
“Good idea,” agreed Impmon. “You guys go hug the scary, obese, bear guy… and I’ll supervise from over here.”
“Come on,” Terriermon countered pulling Impmon with him as they all hurried to help Gabumon. Each one grabbed onto any part of Teddy they felt safe enough grabbing and hugged him tight as they could, giving him a great big bear hug all over his body. Doing this continued to cause his suction of all the food to weaken more and more till it finally stopped completely and the food that had been caught in it dropped to the ground. Teddy’s eyes became heavy as he let out a huge yawn and his body rocked back and forth wearily. Then before their eyes they saw as the oversized Teddy began to shrink down in size (though his enormous gut remained mostly unchanged) as he reverted back to his normal Bearmon self and collapsed to the ground sleeping like a baby.
“I can’t believe that actually worked,” admitted Gabumon. “I thought for sure he’d just end up eating us all.” The others gave him a less than pleased look.
It was quite a while later before Bearmon opened his eyes again and found himself riding in a wagon. That was the first thing he noticed. The second was the half a ton of gut he had obtained. Lifting up one of his noticeably fatter arms, he poked at his gut and felt the thick, soft flab beneath his fur. “Teddy sure must have enjoyed himself,” he commented.
“Who?” asked the Gomamon who had been resting against his fatty side. “Oh, is that the name of, uh, whatever you were before?”
“He’s kind of like an alter ego,” explained Bearmon as he glanced over at his right paw and say the symbol on it was back to normal. “I’ve got that Digital Hazard Code in me and whenever I hear his name he ‘comes out to play.’”
“You mean just saying-” Gomamon began.
“Don’t say it!” warned Bearmon flailing about desperately and causing his belly to wobble about wildly. “Don’t even think it. I doubt you want him to start going on another rampage and I don’t think I can handle putting on anymore weight right now. Oh, you can only imagine how much trouble he causes for me and everyone else around him.”
“Well, in this case,” commented Gomamon. “He saved us all for those horrible Gazimon.”
“Speaking of which,” Bearmon said rather solemnly. “Were there any left?”
“None that we could find,” answered Gomamon honestly. “The entire village was deserted after we got you under control. Either you, uh, he ate them all or some managed to get away and were hiding till they were sure the danger was over. Either way, it allowed us to turn those junk houses on top of the mesa back into our wagons so we could make our way out of this desert.”
“I’m glad you guys are okay,” smiled Bearmon. “But I still wish I didn’t have to eat all those Gazimon.” He gave his belly a pat and knew that they were all a part of his obesity now, Gaz included.
“We were all no better off,” Gomamon said trying to give Bearmon some comfort. “Either they had us in their bellies as prisoners or working tirelessly in the mine as their slaves. Honestly, I’d say it was poetic justice. And if that doesn’t make you feel any better, just remember they were the ones who provoked all of this in the first place.”
“I guess,” sighed Bearmon slipping his claws beneath his had to scratch his head.
“Is he awake?” asked Gabumon as he, Agumon, Terriermon and Patamon joined him in coming to check on Bearmon.
“Yeah, just woke up,” answered Gomamon. “Uh, is Impmon the only one pulling the wagon?”
“We all wanted to see how Bearmon was doing so we decided to draw straws to see who would draw the short straw and he lost.”
“He was very unlucky,” snickered Terriermon. “He picked first too.”
“Hey!” snapped Impmon from outside. “All these straws are the same size!”
“Um, moving on,” Terriermon interrupted Impmon’s outburst. “How are you feeling?”
“Fat,” answered Bearmon. “Very, very fat. Like I ate a whole village and all the food in it in under an hour and it all went straight to my hips, thighs, belly, and rear.”
“Actually,” Patamon pointed out. “We managed to stop you before you ate all the food. We needed it for our excursion out of the desert.”
“Oh, thank God,” sighed Bearmon with relief as he rubbed his belly and it gave a hollow gurgle. “I’m starved.”
Kent Badger for his Digimon Bearmon.“And after I filled that oversize pelican’s belly full of rocks I hurried back to the mountain cave to rescue my fellow Wombles from that other not funny pelican and saved the day,” explained Kent the Womble to a Bearmon as they traversed the Digital World’s desert.
“That’s some story,” admitted Bearmon. “You must have been a hero and got some big celebration for what you did.”
“I might have,” replied Kent rubbing the back of his head. “But then I ended up here cause I got lost again.”
“By that mysterious force that does that to you,” added Bearmon. “I still find it hard to believe that anyone can just end up somewhere completely different without meaning to or without any sort of logical explanation.”
“I don’t quite get it myself,” Kent said as the wind started to pick up and caused his long ears to flop in the breeze. “It just happens and I have no choice save going along for the ride. I could end up anywhere and in any world.”
“And this time you’ve ended up right in the middle of the Digital Desert,” Bearmon said. “Not really the best place to end up. There’s nothing but sand every which way you look.”
“Why are you here then?” wondered the curious Womble.
“I don’t really know exactly what happened,” admitted Bearmon. “An obnoxious Goblinmon called me something and after that I blacked out and found myself here.”
“That’s sounds even weirder than how I ended up here,” commented Kent. “And that’s saying something. What exactly did he call you?”
“I’ll only tell you if you promise not to ever call me it,” warned Bearmon. “No telling what might happen if you do.”
“Um, on second thought,” replied Kent chickening out. “It might be best not to tell me.”
“That is definitely the smart thing to do,” agreed Bearmon.
“I’d much rather find some shelter from this desert,” he added. “It’s too freaking hot to be out here with a full coat of fur and a butterball gut.”
“I might not have a gut like that, but I’m starting to wish I was a Gabumon so I could take my fur off and cool down,” agreed Bearmon. “It would help make it easier to get all the sand off my fur that the windis blowing onto it too.”
“Speaking of wind,” said Kent watching his long, floppy ears wave in the breeze. “The wind has been picking up quite a bit.”
“You don’t think-” began Bearmon.
A huge gust of wind suddenly blew through them and their vision was almost completely obscured by sand. “SANDSTORM!” they both cried and quickly hurried in the hope of finding shelter.
“See anything?” asked Kent desperately. “We have to get out of here!”
“I can barely keep my eyes open like this,” groaned Bearmon. “But what do you think we can even find in the middle of a desert?” As he asked this question, an answer came into view. “There’s a mesa up ahead. “Maybe we can use that for shelter.”
“No maybes about it,” stated Kent as he waddled to it as fast as he could and Bearmon hurried too.
“Made it,” coughed Bearmon gagging on all the sand he swallowed on the way over to the base of the Mesa. To his relief, the wind wasn’t nearly as fierce over here. “That was a close one, wasn’t it, Kent? Kent?” Looking around, Bearmon didn’t see any sign of his new friend. “Strange, he was right in front of me the entire time and I think I only lost sight of him for a minute or two. Did he get lost by that mysterious force thing again?” Scratching his head, Bearmon noticed a stairway cut into the side of the mesa leading up it. “Stairs? Maybe he headed up from here.”
Hurrying upward, Bearmon ran to see if his new friend had hurried on up ahead. The staircase circled around the mesa a few times, but when he reached the final step he found himself all the way at the top and to his even greater surprise, he found a village resting on it too.
“Oh, greetings!” waved a Gazimon, a bluish-gray furred Digimon that somewhat resembled a mix between a rabbit, due to its long ears, and a cat, from its claws and fangs. “It’s been ages since we’ve had a visitor here.”
“Then I guess he really must have gotten lost,” commented Bearmon looking back down the mesa. “I’m sure he’ll be alright.”
“You’ll be better than alright,” answered the Gazimon mishearing what he was saying. “You are very lucky to find this place. Often anyone who ends up this far into the desert is doomed to be swallowed by the sands. “You were lucky to make it here to the town of Beans.”
“‘Beans?’” repeated Bearmon confused and saw a small sign at the front of the village that looked like it was pulled off a crate.
“Best we could do,” he admitted sounding a bit embarrassed. “We didn’t have anything to write a better sounding name so we just used what was printed on a crate.”
“Most interesting way I’ve heard to name a town, that’s for sure,” chuckled Bearmon. “Care to show me around?”
“I was hoping you’d ask,” smiled the Gazimon. “And you can call me ‘Gaz.’”
“And you can call me-” began Bearmon. “Well, let’s just stick with Bearmon.”
Walking through the village, Bearmon wasn’t very impressed by the village. The houses looked put together with whatever random materials they seemed to have, from parts of wooden boxes to boards of wood of varying size that either caused them to stick out from the tiny shacks they called homes or left gaps one could see inside if one didn’t choose to look in through the doorless doorways. He even noticed a few wagon wheels used and some tarps as a quick solution to making roofs. The insides weren’t much better, each one barely big enough to have one decent-sized room with a bed in it and very little else, though bed was a broad description cause while some homes had well worn beds, others had nothing more than a bunch of flattened pillows to sleep on. Bearmon even saw a few that were unlucky enough to be sleeping on straw.
“Uh, very cosy,” Bearmon said trying to find the words.
“Bad, I know, we all know,” admitted Gaz. “We’re a simple bunch who make due with what little we have to work with. It’s not much, but it’s our happy little home.”
“Well, you might not have the best homes, but it certainly does look like you guys eat well,” commented Bearmon looking at the other Gazimon walking around the village. While Gaz appeared no different from a typical Gazimon, nearly all the other ones had a sizable gut that looked even bigger than the belly that Kent was sporting. Some of the Gazimon even had to hold it in their arms to help carry it as they waddled about. “There sure are a lot of fat Gazimon around here.”
“Actually,” explained Gaz. “They aren’t fat, they just have a friend in there.”
“A friend?” asked Bearmon confused. “Where? In their stomach?”
“Yup, in their belly,” he nodded. “We call them belly buddies. You see, when we do get visitors who are lost in the desert and have no way of escaping it, we invite them to stay here. But since our homes aren’t the most spacious places, we found a way to keep them comfy, cosy in our bellies.”
“How did you manage to do that?” wondered Bearmon.
“That’s one of the great secrets of the mesa,” he answered and wore a smile like he was a step ahead for knowing something that Bearmon did not. “Anyway, seeing as you are now stuck here I was wondering if you’d care to be my belly buddy since I haven’t had the chance to make one yet.”
“It’s a tempting offer,” agreed Bearmon. “And if the circumstances were different I probably still would agree it is a tempting offer, but I’d prefer to be friends outside of your belly. Also, I don’t want to be stuck out here in the middle of the desert for the rest of my life. There has to be a way out.”
“A well-stocked caravan could probably make it,” suggested Gaz. “If one should ever come around here you could see about hitching a ride with them.”
“If that’ll work,” nodded Bearmon. “How often does one happen by here?”
”Remember when I said we haven’t had any guests for a while,” reminded Gaz. “It might be quite some time, so you may wanna make yourself comfortable.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” sighed Bearmon. “So, I guess I’m staying here for the time being.”
“Awesome!” cheered Gaz opening his maw wide and letting his tongue hang out.
“No,” Bearmon retorted pushing Gaz’s chin up to close his mouth. “Not in your belly. Just take me over to your place.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” Gaz grumbled but complied with his request.
Gaz brought Bearmon to his place of residence in the village and just like all the others it was a dilapidated mess. He did at least have one of the homes with an actual bed in it, but between the two of them there was not nearly enough room for them to share it.
“See, wouldn’t it be so much better if you just stay inside my belly,” Gaz pointed out. “It’d be much more comfy for you in there.”
“I admire your perseverance,” admitted Bearmon.
“But that’s still a ‘no,’ huh?” he figured.
“Yeah,” nodded Bearmon. “And while there might not be much room I’m sure I won’t be in your hair for too long.”
“I’d rather you be in my belly,” huffed the Gazimon with a pouting look on his face.
“As I was saying,” Bearmon continued. “I only need to stay till I can make my way out of the desert. But till then, we should lay down some ground rules.”
“What did you have in mind?” wondered Gaz as he scratched at his chin.
“Not much,” he assured Gaz first and foremost. “This is your place and I’m a guest so I’ll do my best not to overstep my bounds. And so long as I do that, there is just one thing I ask of you.”
“What is it?” he asked sounding quite curious with how Bearmon was going about it.
“There is a name that you must never call me,” he explained. “And I mean it, never ever EVER! The only reason I am telling you the name right now is just on the off chance you might utter the name without realizing it is the bad one.”
“Now you’ve got me really intrigued by this,” complained Gaz. “Just what is this name?”
“It’s… Teddy,” he answered and the sound of thunder crashed outside as if to emphasize how shocking this reveal was. Gaz jumped in fright like the name like he was just given was the key to unleashing all kinds of hell onto the world if he should utter it.
“Sorry,” apologized another Gazimon who poked his head in through the front entrance. “I dropped some trays. Hope I didn’t frighten you.”
“No, we’re good,” Gaz answered before turning back to Bearmon. “So, you got a problem with being called, ‘Ted-’”
“Don’t say it!” warned Bearmon as he gripped the back of his right paw with his left. The look in his eyes was dead serious and Bearmon himself even seemed bigger causing Gaz to tremble nervously. “Don’t even think it or you’ll doom this whole village. Do you understand?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded in fear. “I won’t call you that.”
Taking a deep breath, Bearmon quickly calmed down and appeared to be back to his normal self allowing Gaz to calm down too. “Good,” he smiled. “Glad we have an understanding. So, I don’t know about you, but how about we get something to eat.”
“I can get you some tree meat,” offered Gaz. “Would you like that?”
“Mmm,” he drooled at the thought of it and quickly wiped his muzzle clean. “I’d love some, but aren’t you going to get some too?”
“I’m gonna save my appetite for later,” he answered suspiciously.
“No,” retorted Bearmon bopping Gaz on the head with his cap like he was punishing a naughty pet. “No. You are not eating me. So you might as well just get some meat with me.”
“No fair,” he grumbled. “Fine, follow me.”
“Gladly,” smiled Bearmon as he happily followed him and rubbed over his empty belly.
“Uuurrraaap!” belched Bearmon a few hours later. “That really hit the spot.”
“Wow, you really were hungry,” commented Gaz seeing the Bearmon’s big, bulging belly after having stuffed himself silly. On the table in front of him, was a plate that had a tall tower bones, the remains of all the meat he had eaten. “You are rather gluttonous.”
“N-no I’m not,” argued Bearmon sounding a bit delirious from how overly stuffed he was. “I’m just- I’m just gonna- gonna- just gonna eat one more piece.” Reaching forward for another piece of meat, Bearmon’s gut pressed against the table. It wasn’t enough to impede him as he snatched up the meat and brought it to his maw. Opening wide, he tore chunks of the meat off the bone and managed to pick it completely clean. “There… all… done.” Bearmon attempted to place the bone with the pile on his discard plate, but as he did, he caused the tower to collapse and spill onto the table as he slumped onto his back semi-conscious.
“And he’s down for the count,” sighed Gaz knowing how much trouble it was going to be to get him back to the house. Grabbing one of his arms, he helped him onto his feet and got his arm around the back of his neck to keep him up. “Ugh, you are one of those ‘heavier than they looks’ types aren’t you?”
“You calling me fat?” groaned Bearmon. “Well, if you were to eat me you’d be the fatty then wouldn’t you, Fatty McFatterson.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’re ready to be my belly buddy?” asked Gaz hopingly.
“No,” answered Bearmon showing he was still plenty aware.
“Oh, darn,” moaned Gaz as he snapped his fingers.
As the duo made their way back to Gaz’s place a horn sounded and all the Gazimon in the village stopped doing what they were doing and began carrying their guts in theopposite direction Gaz and Bearmon were headed in.
“What’s going on?” asked Bearmon curiously. “Where is everyone going?”
“It’s a shift change,” explained the Gazimon. “Every eight hours we have a shift change. So all these Gazimon are heading into the mesa to start mining.”
“And what are they mining for?” wondered Bearmon. “More tree meat? I wanna know cause that stuff is good and I don’t see any meat trees anywhere around here.”
“No, they are mining for McGuffainium,” Gaz continued. “It is the most plot relevant material on the planet. It is what we do for money around here and we mine it around the clock. All us Gazimon work in shifts to dig as much up as possible and to do that we’re constantly mining. Which is why we use this system to have one group do the work, another to rest, and the last to manage the village and we rotate jobs every eight hours to keep things going nonstop.”
“Wow, that sure is something if you guys can do all that,” commented Bearmon. “So, does this mean that you gotta go mining now too?”
“Me?” replied Gaz. “No. I can’t go mining.”
“You can’t?” wondered Bearmon proving surprisingly alert despite being unable to currently walk on his own. “Why not?”
“Uh, cause I’ve got a guest over, of course,” he answered. “It’d be rude of me to just up and leave you. So let’s just get you back to my place so we can put you to bed. How’s that sound?”
“Zzzzzzzz,” snoozed Bearmon already out cold.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” figured Gaz.
“N-n-no, please don’t!” cried a voice that stirred Bearmon from his sleep. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to go back there!”
“You’re being real naughty tonight, buddy,” another voice replied. “But if you don’t wanna work then you’re gonna go straight back home.”
“Huh? What’s going on?” wondered Bearmon as he looked around and found himself in Gaz’s place still out of it from his binge earlier.
“Please,” he begged. “I don’t wanna go there either.”
“Where’s that coming from?” yawned Bearmon sitting up and listening for the voices. When he realized they were outside, he peeked through a hole in the house to see another Gazimon who was cornering a Gomamon. “What’s going on?”
“You know the rules,” lectured the Gazimon. “You dig for seven hours and you get an hour of freedom. But because you decided to run off you won’t be seeing the outside of my belly for a long, long time now.”
“You can’t do that!” cried Gomamon as he watched the Gazimon open his maw.
“Of course I can,” he grinned as a powerful suction started to happen from his maw that only seemed to have an effect on Gomamon as he was starting to get pulled closer.
“I’m sorry,” he called out. “Forgive me! I’ll- I’ll go back to work. I won’t try to run away anymore!”
“Too late for apologies too,” added Gazimon, the suction not being hindered by his talking. “Back you go.”
“No!” wailed Gomamon turning to run, but the suction grew stronger. He clawed at the ground desperately, but it was no use. “I don’t wanna go back in your belly.”
“Time to go back home where you belong,” grinned the Gazimon as the suction finally overpowered the seal Digimon and he flew right into his maw backside first. He gave one final struggle, but using his paws, Gazimon shoved him further into his maw and with ease swallowed him down to give his gut a big bulge. He patted his belly contently and walked off casually.
“This can’t be happening, worried Bearmon shaking in terror at what he just saw. “It must have been a dream. I’m just dreaming that’s gotta be it.” He quickly pinched himself in the arm hoping to quickly wake himself up, but all he managed to do was hurt himself. “Owie! I guess this means this isn’t a dream and Gaz… he wanted to do the same thing to me. He doesn’t seem to be around here so I better get out of here before he comes back.”
Hurrying out of bed, Bearmon ran to exit the house. “Going somewhere?” asked Gaz who had been leaning against the house, close enough to hear everything that Bearmon had said inside. Hearing him, Bearmon froze in his tracks.
“H-hi, G-Gaz,” replied Bearmon nervously. “I was just going out for a late night stroll. I actually just had a nightmare you see and, heh, you’ll laugh when you hear it cause I dreamed that-”
“That a Gazimon ate another Digimon in a less than friendly manner that I lead you to believe being a belly buddy was,” he finished and walked towards Bearmon.
“Uh, yeah,” nodded Bearmon giving a forced chuckle and backed away. “That’s exactly right. H-how’d you know?”
“Cause that’s what happens in the Village of Beans,” he explained. “Anyone unfortunate enough to find their way here is made to work in our mines and when we aren’t having them work we keep them safe and sound in our bellies.”
“Well, thank you for all that exposition,” said Bearmon. “Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s about time I flee.”
“I had hoped you’d let me vore you willingly since I don’t have much practice with this, but now you’ve given me no choice,” Gaz told him. “I’ll just have to use force.”
Opening his maw just like the other Gazimon did, he began to pull Bearmon towards him with the same power. Struggling with all his might, he felt just as helpless as the Gomamon did. He dug his claws into the ground desperately trying to resist, but Gaz merely moved in closer, waiting for something to inevitably give.
“Gazimon shouldn’t be able to do something like this,” cried Bearmon as he was lifted off the ground and forced at Gaz’s face. Bearmon grabbed at Gaz’s shoulders attempted to stay out of his maw.
“I told you it was a secret of the mesa,” reminded the Gazimon. “Now get ready to see your new home cause you’re going to be living there for a long, long time.”
Strength giving out, Bearmon flew into his maw headfirst. Then grabbing at his body, Gaz continued to pull him in. Desperately trying to stop him, Bearmon flailed his arms around. Grabbing his arms, Gaz tried to keep him still and undid the straps he had on his right arm by accident. Gaz noticed the Digital Hazard mark on the back of his paw. It shocked Gaz just as Bearmon was sucked completely into his maw and dropped down into his belly.
“That mark,” pondered Gaz. “Wasn’t that a very dangerous symbol? I only saw it for a moment so I’m not entirely sure if it was or not. Well not that it even matters. He’s my belly buddy now and forever.” Gaz chuckled villainously, but his laughing didn’t last long as he gut suddenly started to bounce and quake as Bearmon struggled on the inside.
“Let me outta here!” Bearmon demanded and he kicked and punched Gaz from the inside.
“Ugh,” groaned Gaz looking a bit sick. “I heard this takes a bit to get used to, but he’s already giving me indigestion. Guess that’s why it’s better to get them to come willingly.”
“I didn’t give you permission to eat me and I’m not gonna let up till you cough me up,” he warned and kept upsettling the Gazimon’s stomach.
“Go ahead and do your worst,” argued Gaz hoping he actually wouldn’t. “I’ll get used to all this before long and then you’ll be my belly buddy from now on. Now how about we go get some rest and this way, you can even see my real home. All the cruddy houses on the surface are just hobbled together to give us the appearance of a poor, little village. But just you wait to see what our houses really are like… though that’ll probably be hard from inside my belly, but whatever.”
Gaz carried his bulging gut towards a cave entrance guarded by a bunch of other Gazimon. “Finally, got a Belly Buddy,” one of them chuckled. “Heheh, such a dumb name.”
“You think we could trick any Digimon into doing it if we were to just go out and say, ‘hey there, how’d you like to work the rest of your life in our mines and to make sure you don’t run away we’re going to keep you in our bellies the rest of the time,’” another one pointed out.
“Point taken,” he admitted. “So, you ready to do some backbreaking labor?”
“You bet I am,” nodded Gaz as he rubbed his gut. “Or a certain little bear friend of mine is. Hahahah!” Immediately after that comment, Gaz’s quaked violently as Bearmon’s punching and kicking started anew. Looking like he had the worst case of heartburn anyone had even seen, Gaz seemed ready to hurl. “You got eaten fair and square. So quit being a sore loser.”
“You sure got a real feisty one it seems,” one of the guards laughed. “You might wanna give him a few days in your belly to make the adjustment before putting him to work. Unfortunately, that means a lot of stomach pains for you. Think you can keep him down that long?”
“Heh, no problem,” Gaz said trying to sound confident. Then Gaz’s gut shot up and socked him right in the face and knocked him on his butt. The guards were in hysterics seeing that and collapsed with laughter too. Definitely a lively night, huh? First that Gomamon made a run for it and now we get this little comedy act.”
“I was curious about that,” commented Gaz. “How’d a Gomamon get past you guys? There aren’t any other paths to the surface.”
“We were bored so watching the little seal get hunted down was entertaining,” they explained. “Not like he could have gotten very far on his own anyway. There’s nothing but desert for endless miles.”
“True, but I hope you guys are ready if there ever really is an emergency,” hoped Gaz as he walked past them.
“If there’s any trouble around here it’s that things are just too boring,” yawned one of the guards.
Venturing deep into the mine, Gaz was guided by the lanterns hanging on the ceiling. After traveling quite a depth, he soon arrived at an underground town just as big as the false one up above, but this one was quite different. The houses were carved from the stone of the mesa itself and all the buildings were filled with tons of nice furniture. Gaz entered into his own home and walked over to his computer.
“Now let’s see,” he murmured as he searched the Digital Catalogue. Bearmon started to struggle once again and it took all his might to resist him. “Ugh, my stomach can’t handle much more of this. He’s a lot feistier than I thought he’d be, but he won’t make a fool out of me.” Clicking on an extra large pet cage, Gaz selected the option, “Buy Now” and tons of 1’s and 0’s emerged from his computer to take shape of the cage. “This should hold you just as well as my belly and give me a lot less stomach pains. I’ll just try again once you tire yourself out.”
When the cage was fully formed, Gaz opened his maw and this time he was exhaling, attempting to force Bearmon out of his gut and into the cage. Bit by bit, he rose up from his stomach to his throat and then to his maw. Then like a mighty sneeze, he expelled him into the cage and quickly shut the cage door before he could react.
“Aha!” he laughed. “That worked out perfectly. You can try to resist me, but I’m much too smart for you.”
“You sure about that?” wondered Bearmon as he opened the cage door effortlessly. The look in his eyes was anything but happy to see his new friend.
“Wha? But how? Why?” freaked out Gaz not sure what happened, but when he hurried back to his computer he read the description about the cage and saw, “Lock Sold Separately” when he scrolled down. “Oh…”
“Nice place you got here,” commented Bearmon. “I guess the outside is as fake as you were.”
“I did like you,” admitted Gaz. “But this is how things work around here. We aren’t the strongest of Digimon so we do what we have to to keep our mine safe. If word were ever to get out about it we’d be the ones forced to mine it out for some other Digimon who’d just stroll in and take over. That’s why anyone who comes here is not allowed to leave, ever.”
“Well, what all of you are doing isn’t right either and I refuse to be kept here indefinitely,” argued Bearmon.
“You don’t have a choice or did you forget I can vore you whenever I want,” he reminded him and opened his maw to suck him in once more. But Bearmon was ready this time and rushed to the front door and ran away before the suction was strong enough to pull him in. Gaz chased after him and managed to see as Bearmon fled deeper into the mines. “I’m starting to think he’s gonna be more trouble than he’s worth.”
Hurrying after his prey, Gaz passed by a number of other Gazimon watching their own Digimon working tirelessly on mining more McGuffainium. They were kind enough to point Gaz in the right direction, but didn’t offer him any other aid while they had their own Digimon to look after.
“A what? A hug?” wondered a Gabumon as Bearmon whispered into his ear. “Why would you want me to-”
“There you are!” shouted Gaz as he spotted Bearmon and ran at him full steam.
“Just keep that in mind for later!” Bearmon told him. “Cause it looks like it might end up coming to that.”
“Uh, if you say so,” Gabumon said as he watched Bearmon flee and Gaz run after him.
“He’s getting a lot further than I thought he would,” worried Gaz as they ventured to the deepest depths of the mine. “Oh, crud. I can’t let him get to that or I’ll be in big trouble.” Hurrying up, the Gazimon ran with all his might to catch up to Bearmon, even leaping onto his back. “That’s far enough! I’ll be in big trouble if you go any further.”
“Then there must be something really good up ahead,” Bearmon figured as he kept on running. Growing desperate, Gaz attempting to grab and tug at Bearmon’s head and face. He squeezed his cheeks and honked his nose, hoping to get him to stop, but it didn’t slow him down in the least. In a last, desperate attempt, he grabbed Bearmon’s hat and leapt off of him.
“Ha! Got your hat!” he taunted. “Come on back and get it!” Bearmon ignored him and ran out of sight. “Crud.”
“Now to see just what the secret of this mesa is,” panted Bearmon as he continued deeper into the cave and soon discovered just what he was looking for. It was a stream of glowing yellow code buried deep within the mesa, contained within a huge orb. Just looking at it, Bearmon was quick to figure out just what it did, but even so, he moved closer to inspect it. Pressing his paws against it, he was able to see and understand every line of code in it. “Yes, this is it. This is what those Gazimon have been using to vore other Digimon. But they should only have that power so long as this thing remains intact. Which means…” Looking around, Bearmon grabbed the biggest rock he could lift and held it over his head. “If I destroy this then the Gazimon won’t be able to vore other Digimon anymore.” With all his might he struck the orb causing it to begin to crack. Lifting up the rock again, he smashed it in the same spot adding to the damage. Again and again he attacked, the cracks reaching to the insides of the orb where the code was already starting to go frantic from his attacks. Once more, with all his strength, Bearmon struck the orb and the rock broke through causing the code within it to burst out knock Bearmon off his feet. He watched the code disperse and vanish into thin air.
“I did it,” he panted. “All the Digimon the Gazimon have captured in their bellies should be getting freed now and we should be able to escape.” Smiling, Bearmon felt incredibly elated, but the feeling suddenly changed to agony when the back of his right hand ached and burned. Instinctively he gripped at it, seeing the Digital Hazard symbol there was glowing the same color as the code had. “Uh, that can’t be good.”
“No kidding this is bad,” commented Gaz now accompanied by a bunch more Gazimon. He was also wearing Bearmon’s hat backwards on his own head. “You destroyed our code! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!?”
“Yeah,” answered Bearmon as the Gazimon with Belly Buddies suddenly started to look pale and like they were giving a mighty sneeze, ejected the Digimon they had stored in their bellies. Overjoyed, but also panicked, the Digimon ran from their captors as fast as they could. “That. I did that.”
“You ruined our whole operation is what you did,” snapped Gaz. “And if nothing else, we are going to make you pay!”
Quickly, the Gazimon surrounded Bearmon and grabbed him. Even with Bearmon’s bigger size and strength he wasn’t a match for so many especially with the pissed off looks on their faces. Gaz looked Bearmon over, seeming very content to finally have him caught again.
“Well, what are you going to do to me now?” he wondered. “You can’t vore me without your precious code, after all.”
“Who says I can’t?” Gaz retorted. “It just means I gotta do it the hard way, but I will guarantee that you won’t be coming back out ever again, Teddy.”
The look on Bearmon’s face suddenly went wide-eyed and fearful. “Wh-what did you call me?”
“Oh, did I accidentally call you what you didn’t want me to call you?” he replied. “Well, let me do it on purpose then. Hello, Teddy!”
“You really don’t wanna do that,” warned Teddy, his body shaking and his paws clenched tight.
“Oh, why is that, Teddy? Does it annoy you, Teddy?” taunted Gaz. “Did you have a Teddy Bear when you were growing up, Teddy?”
“You really, really, REALLY should stop that,” urged Bearmon through gritted teeth. The Gazimon were struggling to hold him still as he started to thrash about and were finally forced to pile on top of him to avoid him breaking free.
“You want me to stop?” he asked. “Fine. I won’t say it anymore… TEDDY!!!”
Bearmon’s shaking stopped. He was completely still and the pupils in his eyes shrank to tiny dots. The Digital Hazard symbol that had been glowing yellow suddenly changed to a scary red.
“Huh?” pondered Gaz noticing the glowing mark. Moving over, he picked up Bearmon’s paw to look at it. “So you did have this on your paw. It’s supposed to be a very dangerous symbol, but you don’t seem the least bit dangerous to me. Just a big, overgrown teddy-” Bearmon grabbed Gaz’s throat and gripped it tightly forcing him to wheeze out the rest of his sentence. “...bear.”
The Gazimon piled on top of Bearmon suddenly found themselves all being lifted off the ground at the same time. To their shock, Bearmon was getting bigger. Muscles all over his body bulged as his body grew frightfully taller. Pudge also spread across his body quickly covering any new muscle under blubber, his gut especially as it bulged so much that the belt that went across his body and over his shoulder became tight before it snapped off along with the straps on his left paw. When he was finished growing, he stood more than twice as large as any of the Gazimon there and many times heavier than them too. Just looking at his bigger body was scary, but the expression on his face was even worse. He had a rather dopey grin, but the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at them told them that whatever was on his mind was anything but good. He then licked his chops and opened his maw as he turned to one of the Gazimon.
“Wh-what are you-” he started to say before he suddenly got sucked into his maw in the same manner the Gazimon had vored other Digimon. With his huge size, he managed to down the Gazimon in one gulp and snickered a little after doing so. Licking his chops, he then turned to another of the Gazimon.
“H-he can’t possibly be thinking of eating all of us,” cried one of the Gazimon still unsure why they were still hanging on to him and not running for their lives. “I mean, we can’t hold more than one Digimon apiece.”
“Well, he is a lot bigger than us,” another pointed out. “Maybe we should get away while we CAN!!!”
GULP! That Gazimon was swallowed next and one by one the other Gazimon were gulped down before they had a chance to flee. The only one that hadn’t been swallowed whole yet was Gaz who was still in his grip.
“P-please,” Gaz begged. “B-Bearmon, I’m sorry. Please don’t eat me.”
Looking at him, he just gave another dopey look and with his free paw he pointed at himself and spoke. “Teddy.”
“Now you’re Teddy?” he groaned. “Ugh, whatever. Please, just let me go.”
“Mine!” pointed Teddy to his hat on Gaz’s head.
“Oh, your hat,” remembered Gaz quickly offering it back to Teddy. “Here. Take it.”
Taking back his hat and putting it on his head, Teddy released his grip on Gaz and dropped him. Quickly scrambling to his feet, Gaz ran for his life. Teddy just snorted and watched him flee with an amused look on his face. When Gaz was almost out of sight, he opened his maw and caught him in the vore suction.
“What?!?” cried Gaz as he was pulled back towards Teddy. “But you were letting me go!”
“Mine!” he answered and gave his belly a rub. Scrapping against the ground, Gaz futilely tried to resist, but like the others he faced the same fate as he was swallowed down the oversized Bearmon’s throat. “Mmm,” he smiled and rubbed his gut. He looked content, but by no means full. “Want more!”
Venturing back up the cave, the feast had only begun. The Gazimon were all in a panic unable to use their powers anymore and their Belly Buddies were now running rampant all over the place. They were unaware of the new danger in their midst till he was already upon them and opened his maw wide. The powerful suction pulled every Gazimon in range into his maw and took up more space in his continuing to bulge belly. All the other Digimon found themselves spared this fate as the suction didn’t grab them and Bearmon paid them no attention even when they were right in front of him. Even the Gazimon who had been above ground unknowingly rushed into the mine when they discovered something was wrong with their code. Their haste to respond to the situation only made it that much easier for Teddy to further fill his belly.
“What in the world is that thing?” wondered a Terriermon.
“Looks like a Bearmon on steroids or something,” suggested Patamon. “Whatever he is, he’s scary-looking.”
“Anyone who can really stick it to those Gazimon is a hero in my book,” stated Agumon. “I don’t know how long you guys were stuck digging for a plot device, but I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen my home.”
“Agreed,” nodded Terriermon. “This could finally be our chance to escape. By the way things are looking there won’t be a single Gazimon left here to stop us when he gets done with them. All we’ll need to do is load up supplies and navigate our way out of this desert.”
“Uh, that might be a problem,” commented an Impmon. “I don’t think our savior is content with just eating the Gazimon. Look!”
“More,” grumbled Teddy after a few short minutes of being unable to find more Gazimon to vore. “More food!” He roared this as he faced the numerous homes of the Gazimon who were now taking up residence in his tummy. As he opened his maw, he was now using the suction power to draw in the tons and tons of food they had stored in their homes, causing it to flood into his maw for him to devour and cram into his ever widening belly.
“This isn’t good,” worried Agumon. “We’re going to need food if we’re going to cross the desert. We can’t let him eat it all.”
“But if we stop him,” pointed out Terriermon. “Then he might decide to eat us too.”
“Is there even a way to stop him?” wondered Patamon.
“There is a way,” answered Gabumon as he and Gomamon joined them.
“You know something, Gabu?” asked Agumon.
“A bit earlier,” he explained. “Bearmon told me that in case he gets turned… into whatever he is right now the trick to turning him back to normal is to give him a bear hug.”
“A… bear hug?” repeated Impmon not sounding confident with that solution. “Are you absolutely sure that is how to stop him?”
“It’s what he told me and I don’t have any other ideas how to stop him as he is,” he admitted.
“Well, since he told you,” commented Gomamon. “You can do the honors and hug him.”
“Me?” whimpered Gabumon as he looked at the big Bearmon as his gut was swollen to epic proportions from his binging. It was already touching the ground and spread out quite a lot on either side of him. As they stared as his sumo-sized belly his innie even popped to become an outie. Looking up at the food he was still drawing into his maw there was no telling how much remained, but it was clear he wasn’t going to leave a simgle scrap behind before he was finished. “Very well. I’ll go and give him the biggest, bestest hug that anyone has ever given anybody.”
“Good luck. We believe in you,” encouraged Impmon as they watched him proceed to Bearmon and nervously stood in front of him. “Well, he’s dead.”
“Uh, ok,” breathed Gabumon as he nervously stood before the gorging Bearmon. “Just gotta bear hug him.” Slowly he shuffled his feet towards his target, watching Bearmon in case he’d decide to eat him as well. When he finally was in hugging range, Gabumon summon all his courage and hugged Bearmon’s massive belly. “D-did it work?” Looking up, he couldn’t see any change at all. “M-maybe I gotta hug him a bit… tighter?” Drawing forth even more courage, Gabumon gave him a firmer hug.
“Ugh?” mumbled Bearmon acting a bit confused all of a sudden, the suction of the food becoming slightly weaker too.
“I can’t believe it actually seems to be working,” admitted Impmon. “He seems to be getting Bearmon under control with a hug.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if he can do it on his own,” noted Patamon. “Since we know it works, we should help him hug. All of us together might be able to do it.”
“Good idea,” agreed Impmon. “You guys go hug the scary, obese, bear guy… and I’ll supervise from over here.”
“Come on,” Terriermon countered pulling Impmon with him as they all hurried to help Gabumon. Each one grabbed onto any part of Teddy they felt safe enough grabbing and hugged him tight as they could, giving him a great big bear hug all over his body. Doing this continued to cause his suction of all the food to weaken more and more till it finally stopped completely and the food that had been caught in it dropped to the ground. Teddy’s eyes became heavy as he let out a huge yawn and his body rocked back and forth wearily. Then before their eyes they saw as the oversized Teddy began to shrink down in size (though his enormous gut remained mostly unchanged) as he reverted back to his normal Bearmon self and collapsed to the ground sleeping like a baby.
“I can’t believe that actually worked,” admitted Gabumon. “I thought for sure he’d just end up eating us all.” The others gave him a less than pleased look.
It was quite a while later before Bearmon opened his eyes again and found himself riding in a wagon. That was the first thing he noticed. The second was the half a ton of gut he had obtained. Lifting up one of his noticeably fatter arms, he poked at his gut and felt the thick, soft flab beneath his fur. “Teddy sure must have enjoyed himself,” he commented.
“Who?” asked the Gomamon who had been resting against his fatty side. “Oh, is that the name of, uh, whatever you were before?”
“He’s kind of like an alter ego,” explained Bearmon as he glanced over at his right paw and say the symbol on it was back to normal. “I’ve got that Digital Hazard Code in me and whenever I hear his name he ‘comes out to play.’”
“You mean just saying-” Gomamon began.
“Don’t say it!” warned Bearmon flailing about desperately and causing his belly to wobble about wildly. “Don’t even think it. I doubt you want him to start going on another rampage and I don’t think I can handle putting on anymore weight right now. Oh, you can only imagine how much trouble he causes for me and everyone else around him.”
“Well, in this case,” commented Gomamon. “He saved us all for those horrible Gazimon.”
“Speaking of which,” Bearmon said rather solemnly. “Were there any left?”
“None that we could find,” answered Gomamon honestly. “The entire village was deserted after we got you under control. Either you, uh, he ate them all or some managed to get away and were hiding till they were sure the danger was over. Either way, it allowed us to turn those junk houses on top of the mesa back into our wagons so we could make our way out of this desert.”
“I’m glad you guys are okay,” smiled Bearmon. “But I still wish I didn’t have to eat all those Gazimon.” He gave his belly a pat and knew that they were all a part of his obesity now, Gaz included.
“We were all no better off,” Gomamon said trying to give Bearmon some comfort. “Either they had us in their bellies as prisoners or working tirelessly in the mine as their slaves. Honestly, I’d say it was poetic justice. And if that doesn’t make you feel any better, just remember they were the ones who provoked all of this in the first place.”
“I guess,” sighed Bearmon slipping his claws beneath his had to scratch his head.
“Is he awake?” asked Gabumon as he, Agumon, Terriermon and Patamon joined him in coming to check on Bearmon.
“Yeah, just woke up,” answered Gomamon. “Uh, is Impmon the only one pulling the wagon?”
“We all wanted to see how Bearmon was doing so we decided to draw straws to see who would draw the short straw and he lost.”
“He was very unlucky,” snickered Terriermon. “He picked first too.”
“Hey!” snapped Impmon from outside. “All these straws are the same size!”
“Um, moving on,” Terriermon interrupted Impmon’s outburst. “How are you feeling?”
“Fat,” answered Bearmon. “Very, very fat. Like I ate a whole village and all the food in it in under an hour and it all went straight to my hips, thighs, belly, and rear.”
“Actually,” Patamon pointed out. “We managed to stop you before you ate all the food. We needed it for our excursion out of the desert.”
“Oh, thank God,” sighed Bearmon with relief as he rubbed his belly and it gave a hollow gurgle. “I’m starved.”
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