A story commission for  Kent Badger

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The Digital World, like any other world, is quite prone to trends, things that just take the populace by storm to the point that they can’t get enough of it. For the Digital World, that current trend was a new food sensation, of fruit pies, called “Bites.” They ranged from the tiny, snack-sized ones that you could fit a dozen or more in your maw that were simply known as “Bites” and their size increased to KiloBites, MegaBites, and finally the full meal-sized ones known as “GigaBites.”

But it didn’t matter what size they were in, they were the craze that Digimon were cramming down their gullets like they could vanish at any moment and never return and when stores had to put out signs that they were fresh out, the Digimon weeped and cried like they truly were, at least, till they found a place that got a fresh supply in.

Indeed, they truly were popular and certainly not at all mysterious or evil. After all, how could something that tasted so good and wonderful that you’d do anything and I mean ANYTHING to get more be bad? ...Right? Uh, perhaps we’d better just get on with the story.


“So, what’s this I’ve been hearing about these Bit thingamajiggies?” asked a rather overweight Gargomon.

“You seriously don’t know?” asked a Gabumon on the other side of the register. “First, they’re called Bites and second have you been living under a rock or something not to know anything about them?”

“Now that’s just silly,” laughed Gargomon holding his big gut as he laughed. “Under a rock! Hahahah! Oh, no, siree. I live in a hole in the ground.”

“That would have been my second guess,” he commented only getting more laughter from the big bunny. The Gabumon had to speak up to get his attention again. “Sir, would you like to buy some?”

“Yes, I would he answered. “My chubby buns at home love it when I bring them treats and from what I hear these things are supposed to be delicious, but I doubt they could hold a candle to my own fruit pies. That’s what these things are supposed to be, right?”

“Yes they are,” nodded the Gabumon wishing he’d just buy some and leave as the line behind him was only getting longer the more he gabbed. “Would you care to buy some… quickly?”

“Just a moment,” Gargomon said causing a lot of groaning and complaining behind him. “Any chance I can get a little taste first? I wanna make sure they are good. Nothing but the best for my not so lil Terriermon pals after all.”

“You must have a heart of gold,” the Gabumon said unable to sound even the least bit interested. He took one of the Bite samples and handed it over to Gargomon who snickered as it was like a crumb in his chubby mitts. Plopping it into his maw, he started to munch it up, though even this was getting on everyone’s last nerves.

“Sir, aren’t you going to swallow it… TODAY?!?” snapped the Gabumon after five minutes of watching him just stand there with a derpy grin on his face.

“I’m savoring the taste,” Gargomon told him. “That’s the problem with younguns today. Don’t know how to take their time.”

“It’s bite-sized!” he cried ready to pull the hair off his fur off from frustration. “There’s hardly anything to savor! Now, do you want some or not?”

“I’ll take a whole lot,” answered Gargomon after swallowing. “These things are pretty good. Got a great taste to them, though an awfully familiar one too.”

“Great,” panted Gabumon. “How many would you like?”

“Uh, this should do,” he answered grabbing every last one that was up for sale and slid his card to pay. He then carried them out of the store and back to the Big Bunny Burrow where he and all his Terriermon friends lived. The Gabumon and all the customers that had been in line, all for the Bites, just stood there staring at Gargomon as he left and then at the door when he was gone. Then at once they all face-palmed.


Back at Gargomon’s Big Bunny Burrow, Gargomon’s overweight Terriermon friends were happily playing around as they awaited his return. “Is everyone set?” asked a Terriermon that looked different than the others. Whereas all the others were ordinary Terriermon, this one was black, had green eyes, and wore an impish grin on his face. Also, compared to all the others, he was chubby, but by no means as fat.

“We’re all set, Impy,” noddded one of the Terriermon as they hugged one another tightly to form a big ball of fatty bunnies. “Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“Just trust me,” he smirked as he started to climb up them, grabbing at soft, doughy flab till he was finally standing atop them. “Ok, now everyone hang on. I’m about to start rolling it.”

There was a bunch of giggles as all the Terriermon in the ball were eager to have fun and the laughter only increased as Impy began to lean forward, managed to rock the ball forward a bit. It wasn’t quite enough to get it rolling, but as it rocked back he leaned on the other side attempting to build up momentum, making it rock even more the other way. He did this a few more times till finally the ball began to roll and Impy began walking in the opposite direction to stay atop it and keep it going.

“How’s this?” he asked as they rolled through the field, flattening all the tall grass in their path. “This fast enough for you?”

“Faster! Faster!” they cheered and laughed enjoying this.

“Ok,” he grinned. “Let’s speed this up!”

“Yay!” they cheered as Impy began to slowly walk faster till he was jogging and the bunny ball was picking up speed as well. “Faster! Faster!” they continued to cheer and Impy increased the speed to give them what they wanted.

“Is this fast enough?” panted Impy as he was starting to get winded from running while hefting around his oversized gut and sweating.

“Faster! Faster!” they continued to say. “Go faster!”

“What?!? I can barely keep up now,” he wheezed. “And we’re moving so fast I don’t even know how to stop.” Impy paused a moment when he realized what he had said. “Wait? I don’t know how to stop!” The other Terriermon laughed hearing this. “Shut up! This is not funny!”

“What in tarnation is going on?” asked Gargomon as he saw the big bunny ball headed straight for him. He had a few large bags in his paws from his shopping.

“Oh, thank the buns,” praised Impy. “Gargomon! Can you give me a hand?”

“So, this is a new game?” he smiled and put his bags a safe distance away before lining himself up with the rolling ball. “Sure looks like fun and I’d be happy to give you all a hand.” As the ball came at him, Gargomon had his arms outstretched and ready to receive it. When it collided with him, the force was enough to slide him backwards a couple feet before he managed to stop it.

“I’m so glad you showed up,” wheezed Impy sitting down.

“Me too,” he nodded making his cheeks wobble. “Now I can help you all go really, REALLY fast!”

“Yeah, wait, WHAT?!?” cried Impy as he saw Gargomon dig his feet claws into the ground for leverage and the muscles bulged in his beefy arms. Then with all his might, he pushed the ball at an upward angle sending it not only back the way it came, but into the air as well.

“Wheeeeeeeee!!!” squealed the fatty bunnies with delight as they felt weightless for the first time in ages while airborne. Impy started running in the air desperately to keep on top of it. Hitting the ground, their fat absorbing the force and making them bounce and jiggle, but leave them unharmed. They bounced a couple more times before returning to a normal roll that was way faster than how Impy was rolling it and he was staggering as he attempted to keep up. It didn’t last long before his strength gave out and the ball rolled him over and he became another bunny in the bunch. Without anyone to maintain the speed or even control it, the ball just keep rolling forward. It would have just kept going till it slowed down, but a rock in their path made their wild ride end prematurely and send all the bunnies flying every which way.

“That was really crazy,” groaned Impy, everything spinning. “Who’s crazy idea was that, anyway?”

“Yours,” the other Terriermon answered him just as dizzy as he was.

“You buns sure are a lot of fun,” chuckled Gargomon as he helped up each of his bunny friends and give their bellies a rub. “Never a dull moment with you all.” When he came to Impy, he picked him up and gave his small paunch a rub. “And how have you been doing, lil Impy?”

“Getting fatter every day,” he blushed enjoying the belly rubs.

“Soon you’ll be as big as all the other buns here too,” assured Gargomon.

“Maybe I’ll get as big as you someday,” commented Impy.

“A worthy goal indeed,” smiled Gargomon putting Impy back down and helping up the rest of the Terriermon up. “And to help you all out, I’ve got something new for you all to snack on. I brought a whole bunch of those yummy Bit things.”

“They’re called Bites,” corrected Impy.

“Well, whatever slang it is, I got them,” he answered and picked up the bags. “Come on in and I’ll heat them all up for you.”

The offer for food didn’t take long for all the Terriermon to waddle into the burrow as fast as their chubby little legs could carry them. Gargomon came in soon after, squeezing his fat gut through the door and making his way to the kitchen to heat up all the different Bites while the Terriermon set the table and then waited in their seats with drool overflowing in their maws.

“Mmm, smells so good.”

“Bet I can eat more than any of you.”

“No ways! I’m gonna eat the most.”

“Sounds like you’re all excited,” smiled Gargomon as he heard their chatter while carrying in a large tray full of piping hot fruit pies on it. “Well, you’ll all get your fill of these I promise you. So eat to your chubby hearts’ content.”

Placing the tray in the center of the table, the outer edges were covered in regular Bites, then there were KiloBites next, followed by MegaBites after that and lastly GigaBites in the middle. Gargomon watched his buns climb up onto the table to grab some of the pies, but lined up to take turns rather than pushing and shoving. They each filled their plates with a bunch of the different-sized Bites to fill up every inch of surface space on their plates and then sat back down to stuff their faces. The sounds of “Mmmm!” and “Yummy! <3” and lots of other delightful eating noises filled the room.

“Sounds like these things really do meet up with the hype,” commented Gargomon as he took a seat himself and made up his own plate too. Then as he grabbed a few of his own, he started to eat, making the same noises as all the others. “Yes, these things really are great. Truly some of the best fruit pies I’ve ever had, but I bet they wouldn’t beat my own.” He started to munch up another. “Actually, they might be able to tie. They taste about as good as mine.” He stuffed a few more into his maw and scratched his chin. “Actually… they taste more than similar… practically the same…” He munched up a few more then gasped. “They are the same! I’d know this flavor anywhere!” Grabbing some more he gobbled them up with the same gusto as before. “Oh! Shoo good!” He smiled blissfully and crammed a few more Bites down his gullet. “Someone is using my recipe! This is an outrage! I will not stand for it!” He remained seated and kept on eating. “I’ll deal with this later,” he decided and continued eating with all his big, fat bunnies.


While the rest of his fatty Terriermon were busy cleaning the dishes, Gargomon took Impy into the living room to have a little chat. Seating him in his big, comfy chair, Gargomon grabbed a lantern and shined it overtop of him like a spotlight.

“Ok, Impy… if that is your real name,” began Gargomon.

“You were the one who first started to call me that,” Impy reminded him.

“A likely story,” he replied as he kneeled down and pressed his fat face against Impy’s. “Tell me, where were you on the night of Marchuary 36th?”

“Marchuary? 36th?” questioned Impy. “That’s not a real day.”

“I will be the one who decides what is real,” argued Gargomon. “Tell me, what you know about these Bites. They taste too much like the fruit pies I make for it to be a coincidence. The only ones who could even be privy to such information are my buns which includes you and the Impmon I used to do business with before he became the BlackTerriermon, Impy… also you.”

“So, just because some fruit pies taste as good as yours you think there’s some crazy conspiracy going on?”

“Funny you should mention a conspiracy,” pointed out Gargomon pressing his face even more uncomfortably close to Impy’s and pressing his fat chest against him too. “Alright, tell me who you’re working for! The Dark Masters? Team Bistro? A former associate of yours? Moon bunnies?”

“No. No. Uh… No. And no,” answered Impy.

“You hesitated there for a moment,” noticed Gargomon.

“Well, I admit that I did share some of the food you gave me with a few of my business associates in the past. However, I find it very unlikely that they’d do something like this. Most likely, all this is just a coincidence.”

“So then there isn’t a mystery?” asked Gargomon sounding a bit disappointed.

“Why do you sound sad about that?” wondered Impy.

“I don’t get the chance to use my Sherlock Buns bunnysona very often,” he answered. “Oh, it’s not fair.”

“Well, maybe next time,” Impy told him trying to give him some comfort.

“I reckon you’re right,” smiled Gargomon. “Till then there are plenty of other fun games I can play with my fatty bunny friends.”

“Hey, Gargomon,” called one of the fatty Terriermon. “We’ve got the tub filled up for bath time.”

“Like bath time!” he cheered and eagerly pulled down his pants right in front of Impy.

“Ugh, have you no shame?” groaned Impy covering his eyes to avoid seeing Gargomon’s bare bottom.

“No time for shame,” snickered Gargomon as he picked up Impy and ran to the washroom. The Terriermon were all waiting for their leader to arrive before getting in themselves. They turned to the door when they saw him running in and laughed as he waddled in with Impy wrapped under arm. He then leapt into the tub to do a cannonball and they all watched in awe as the massive bunny soared through the air with his tongue hanging out and his mouth wide open. Impy’s mouth was wide open too, but only because he was screaming from getting dragged into this mess. They came down hard onto the water causing a lot of it to splash out and soak all the Terriermon around the tub and cover the floor with water. Gargomon surfaced soon laughing quite heartily and the Terriermon joined him. Impy soon emerged from beneath the water too looking quite weary from their splash. He just floated on his back with his arms and legs outstretched.

“Why do I put up with all this?” he asked staring up at the ceiling and then he felt something soft bump his head. Adjusting his gaze he saw it was the belly of one of his fellow Terriermon.

“Cause you love big bunnies so much,” he giggled.

“A whole lot,” added another as they all climbed into the tub and gathered around him, surrounding him with their chubby guts and were smothering in endless bunny.

“H-Hey!” he blushed getting squished by so much soft bunny flab. “C-Cut that out!”

“See you like it,” they giggled as a couple of them nuzzled their cheeks against his and made him blush even more.

“Don’t deny it,” another snickered.

“Oh!” Impy finally conceded when it was too much fatty bunny goodness for him to resist. “I love big bunnies!” He nuzzles them back and hugged and rubbed as much bunny belly as he could.

“Yay!” they cheered huggling and rubbing bellies with one another, their playing splashing the water back and forth and making more splash out of the tub. They all laughed heartily feeling totally at bliss with one another, Impy especially.

“Awe, so great to see my big buns having so much fun,” Gargomon gave a big smile and wrapped his arms around them best he could to be a part of the moment. He somehow managed to lift them all up and out of the water, but only for a moment before their combined weight was just too much for him and they all crashed back down into the water with the biggest splash yet, sending half the water out of the tub to the point it was even spilling out into the adjoining room of the burrow.

“You’re supposed to be the adult around here,” commented Impy poking Gargomon in the nose. “But sometimes you seem to be the biggest kid in the bunch.”

“What can I say?” he admitted. “I’m just a kid at heart. I like having fun too.”

“Fun, eh?” grinned Impy looking rather devious. “Then how about we have some fun?”

“Uh, fun?” he asked looking worried as he saw all the Terriermon surrounding him while he was on his back, defenseless. “What did you have in mind?”

“Tickle torture!” answered Impy and the bunnies quickly swarmed around Gargomon to tickle every sensitive spot on his obese body. It didn’t take long before they had him trapped in a fit of laughter.

“Hahahahahah!!!” he laughed uncontrollably. “You guys are some screwy rabbits!’ He flailed about trying to escape them, but their weight was pinning him down and leaving him at their mercy as they tickled him till he was in tears.

“We learned from the best,” smiled Impy once they finished tickling and then went on to give him a loving hug. “And we love you very much.”

“And I love you all too,” he told them back, too tired from laughing to be able to hug them back at the moment.


“This sure was a fun day, wasn’t it,” yawned Gargomon as he tucked his fatty Terriermon into their beds. “But now it’s time to tuck some big buns into bed where they belong.”

“Speaking of putting big buns where they belong,” commented Impy.

Looking down, Gargomon realized his folly. “I’ll go put my pants back on.” Blushing, he hurried out of the room to go find them.”

“He might be looking for a while,” snickered Impy pulling out Gargomon’s massive pants from under his sheets. “Since I got them right here.” Seeing them, all the other Terriermon laughed through their paws to muffle the noise. “I know he’s big, but I think there’s enough space in here for two of you to fit, maybe three.”

“When are you going to give them back to him?” one of them asked when he finally stopped laughing.

“Tomorrow,” he answered tucking them away for safekeeping. He then got comfortable in bed and closed his eyes to sleep along with his friends, but just as they all started to slumber, he opened his eyes again. “Those Bites,” Impy pondered. “I wonder… could he have possibly…”


“Well, I finally found my pants,” Gargomon said the next morning when he went to greet his fat bunny friends the next day. “But now, where is Impy?” Looking down at Impy’s bed it was empty save for his pants that were sticking out beneath the blanket. Picking them up, he put them on his head to look inside of them. “Impy, are you in here? Probably not cause it is very smelly in here.” The Terriermon giggled at Gargomon’s antics till he finally pulled them off his head and put them on properly. “Ok, now all jokes aside, where did the little pants thief run off to?” Looking around, none of the Terriermon had any idea at all. Rubbing his chins, Gargomon contemplated. “Perhaps there is more to this fruit pie mystery than I was led to believe. This looks like a job for Sherlock Buns!”

“Gargomon,” asked the Terriermon. “Can we have more Bites for breakfast. Pretty please?”

“We ate them all yesterday,” Gargomon answered rummaging through a drawer and pulled out a magnifying glass that he looked through. “Besides, it is sleuthing time.”

“But we really liked them and they were so good,” they begged making the cutest sad bunny faces they could.

“I’ll grab some more when I go back into town,” he answered inspecting Impy’s bed with the magnifying glass to see if he could find any clues. “And I will be going there for my investigation. But I’ll be more than happy to make you all some yummy chocolate chip buncakes.”

“Alright,” they answered sounding a bit disappointed.

“Hmm?” he wondered rubbing his chins. “Usually you all are hopping for joy when I offer to make my chocolate chip buncakes. Very peculiar I reckon. I must get to the bottom of this, right away.”

Hurrying over to his costume closet, he opened it to find his Sherlock Buns costume. The first costume he saw was his Captain Cottontail pirate costume. Next to that was a hula outfit complete with a coconut bikini. He slid the costumes on the hanger down a few more till he found it and something else he hadn’t expected too. Actually, it wasn’t something, it was someone. He was fat, had white fur and long floppy ears. A bit of a big nose and almost resembled a tailless dog. Smiling big, Gargomon picked him up and hugged him tight. “Kent! My Bumble friend!”

“Hi,” mumbled Kent as he was smothered in all that big bunny flab. “I’m actually a Womble. A Bumble is… well, I don’t know what a Bumble is.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you,” he smiled. “And it looks like you put on a few more pounds of pudge. That’s great too! But if you don’t mind me asking, what in tarnation were you doing in my closet? You weren’t hiding in there like some creepy haremit, were you?”

“A haremit?” asked Kent confused. “Oh, you mean a hermit. No. I was wandering through a snowy forest in my attempt to save another land from an evil witch alongside a talking lion when all of a sudden I ended up in this closet.”

“A lion, a witch, and a closet?” pondered Gargomon for a moment. “Eh, doesn’t sound important, but you can help me with my investigation.”

“You are investigating something?” wondered the Womble as he watched Gargomon put on a costume to resemble Sherlock Holmes and then started to dress him like Watson.

“That is correct, my dear Wombleson,” he dubbed him. “Some varment has plundered my fruit pie recipe and is making them for all the Digimon in the world. To add to the mystery, Impy, or as you knew him, Impmon, has vanished as well. I am certain that he knew something of the truth and was bunnapped before he could tell me.”

“Sounds like some mystery,” agreed Kent.

“Elementary, my dear Wombleson,” he chuckled. “This is a ribeye steak wrapped in an eggo, wrapped in bacon.” He rubbed his gut. “Uh, perhaps we should resume investigating after breakfast. I am going to be making chocolate chip buncakes?”

“Is that chocolate chip pancakes shaped like bunnies?” asked the Womble hopingly.

“You bet,” he smiled.

“Then lead the way, o’ great detective,” answered Kent.


After a scrumptious pancake breakfast, Gargomon led Kent into the nearest town and their investigation began. “So, where do we start?” the Womble asked looking around.

“There are two things we need to ask about to start with, my dear Wombleson,” explained Sherlock Buns. “First, we need to see if anyone has seen Impy and secondly, we’ve got to see if anyone knows who makes the Bites. Surely someone has to know.”

“Then I’ll ask the Digimon on the streets,” replied Kent running towards the first Digimon he saw.

“And I’ll start at the store I got the Bites at,” Gargomon said to himself. “I need to get more Bites anyway. Heh, I’ll probably give that Gabumon a big surprise when he sees me back so soon.” Hurrying in, Gargomon rushed right over to him. “Hey, there! Guess who’s… back…” His words trailed off as he reached the Gabumon and immediately could tell something was oddly different about him, though he couldn’t put his pudgy finger on what it was. “You look different.”

“Really?” he asked looking down at his massively bigger gut that was very fitting with how obese he had become to the point his fur didn’t even fit properly on his fattened head and he was instead wearing an XXXL hoodie to cover his doughy frame in.

“Did you get a haircut or something?” questioned Gargomon.

“I don’t have hair,” Gabumon reminded him.

“Is that a new tattoo on your belly?” he attempted to guess again.

“You mean the same one I’ve had for my entire time as a Gabumon and that you’ve seen every time you’ve come in to buy something including yesterday?” he answered.

“Then it must be the new hat you’re wearing,” concluded Gargomon despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t wearing one. Even so, Gabumon just pretended he was right.

“Incredible, sir,” he feigned surprise. “How did you ever guess?”

“Cause I’m Sherlock Buns,” he boasted with a little laugh. “Even the tiniest of details won’t escape my notice.”

“I find it hard to believe anything could,” he replied.

“Also, you might want to lay off Bites,” Gargomon added patting his gut. “You’re so fat now that you don’t even fit in your fur.”

“Uh, I’ll keep that in mind,” he answered a bit shocked that he actually did notice.

“Also, also, I’d like to get some more Bites,” Gargomon continued. “My buns at home love them a lot.”

“But aren’t you concerned they’ll make them fat like me?” he asked.

“They already are fat like you,” laughed Gargomon.

“How many would you like to buy, sir?” asked the Gabumon. “We’ve got another shipment in a little bit ago and most have already been purchased.”

“Just give me the rest,” he answered. “Oh, and before I forget, have you seen my friend, Impy? He’s a not too chubby BlackTerriermon with an impish grin.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” he answered as he gathered up all the Bites he could for Gargomon’s order.

“Then how about who makes these Bites?” asked Gargomon. “Surely you must know if you get shipments in.”

“Not a clue,” he admitted. “They just mysteriously arrive in data streams at certain times of day and before we knew it they were popular and everyone just waits for the next delivery to arrive. I don’t think anyone has even questioned them since they got hooked on how good they are.” Looking at the Bites, Gargomon now possessed, Gabumon started to drool. “Are you going to eat those?”

“Very mysterious.” pondered Gargomon rubbing his chins as he contemplated. Upon getting his Bites, he took his leave to continue investigating.


“How have things been for you?” Kent asked Gargomon a few hours later.

“I barely got any info,” he sighed. “Nobody’s seen Impy and beyond the Bites mysteriously appearing in a data stream all the Digimon here are just saying how wonderfully delicious they are and want to know if I was giving my Bites away.”

“I didn’t get much more,” stated Kent. “Nobody I’ve talked to has seen Impy and they haven’t told me anything about where the Bites have come from either. Though, I have noticed that all the Digimon around here are looking strangely fat, some downright obese.”

“Being fat is strange?” asked Gargomon looking down at his and Kent’s big, round, bellies. “Are we strange?”

“Well, we are normally like this,” explained Kent. “But were all these Digimon normally fat like this?”

“Now that you mention it, no,” confirmed Gargomon. “They were never nearly this fat. In fact the Gabumon I talked to wasn’t this fat before and I do know a lot of the Digimon here weren’t like this the other day either. Do you think it’s related to the Bites?”

“Maybe,” said Kent. “Nothing else unusual has been happening around here beyond their mysterious appearance. “Can I try one?”

“Go right ahead,” nodded Gargomon giving him one of the small Bites to try.

Kent put it in his maw to munch it up and immediately he made a strange face and spat it out. “Ugh, these things are great?” he gagged.

“What’s wrong with it?” asked Gargomon tasting one himself and found nothing wrong with it. “They taste just fine to me. “Maybe you just got a dud.” Gargomon broke one of the bigger ones in half to share with Kent this time. He munched his half up and found it tasted just as delicious as the others. Kent hesitantly bit into his half and spat it out again.

“Ugh! So bland and tasteless,” Kent cried. “How could anyone eat these things?”

“Digimon can’t get enough of them,” observed Gargomon. “Yet you find that they taste completely different.”

“They don’t taste at all,” groaned Kent. “The pie is a lie! The pie is a lie!”

“Still, even that doesn’t give us a clue as to where Impy is or where these Bites come come.”

“Then what should we do? It’s getting pretty late into the afternoon and I’m getting hungry again.”

“Well, I need to head home to bring these Bites to my buns to eat,” he explained. “They also seem to be drawing the attention of a lot of Digimon who are looking scary hungry.”

“You might need to just drop the Bites and run,” suggested Kent seeing the dozens of overweight Digimon surround them with ravenous looks on their faces.

“Bites! Bites! Bites!” they chanted with drool dripping from their maws.

“I never drop food,” stated Gargomon sternly. “Charge!!!” He let out a mighty bellow and ran over several Digimon as he waddled as fast as his bunny butt could carry him and soon he vanished into the forest. Kent watched the Digimon begin to pursue Gargomon, but at a zombie’s waddle which was insanely slow. Kent waddled away leisurely at a faster pace than them in hot pursuit of Gargomon and his Bites.


“I’m home!” Gargomon called to his Terriermon friends as he made it back home to the burrow. “And I brought the Bites that you all love so much.” He looked around the field, but where they should have been playing their silly fatty bunny games he couldn’t see any of them filling Gargomon with a new sense of dread. “Hello? Don’t tell me that all the rest of my buns have disappeared too.”

“Bites!” he heard coming from behind him in the tall grass. He turned to look and only saw some rustling grass that suddenly went still. “Bites!” it came again from another patch of grass on the other side of him. “Bites! Bites! Bites!” kept coming from all over and soon he was surrounded by shaking grass and that chanting.

“Who are you?” he cried. “Why do you want these Bites? They are for my bunny buds!”

“Give us the Bites!” the voices in the grass shouted and leapt out at Gargomon like they were a school of grass sharks, but in reality they were all the Terriermon.

“Oh, you guys,” he laughed feeling relieved. “You had me going there for a sec- ow! Hey! Are you biting me?”
“Give us the Bites!” they demanded biting down on Gargomon rather painfully.

“Yeow!” he cried as he flailed about with so many Terriermon hanging onto him with their teeth clenched onto him. It didn’t take long for them to drop him to the ground and started to tear into the wrappers of the Bites and gobble them up like a hungry pack of wolves.

“Bites!” they howled with mouthfuls of the fruit pies.

“My buns,” groaned Gargomon. “What has happened to my sweet lil buns?”

“Bites!” they kept saying even after they devoured the last one but still didn’t seem satisfied. “Want more!”

“There are no more,” Gargomon told them. “You just ate them all.”

“Need more!” they demanded and suddenly all rushed off into the forest as fast as they could scurry which wasn’t that fast at all.

“Are they going to get more?” wondered Gargomon getting up and following after them. “They don’t seem to be headed for the town. Do they actually know where they are going?” Gargomon followed after them.


“Bites… Bites… Bites…” moaned a number of Digimon that Kent saw wandering around like zombies.

“That’s kinda creepy,” shuddered Kent watching them. “They’re all overweight. So, does that make them the waddling dead?” Kent chuckled at his little joke but the more he gawked at the mesmerized Digimon the more concerned he became. “Jokes aside, just what are these Bites doing to everyone? Just who is behind this and what are they planning?” Rubbing his chin, he started to notice that the Digimon all seemed to be waddling off in the same direction out of town. “Are they going somewhere?” He hurried over to an overweight Agumon who was hefting his massive gut as he waddled along with the other Digimon. “Where are you all going?”

“Bites… Bites… Bites…” he moaned like the rest. “Need more Bites…”

“Hmmm, are they all after Bites?” pondered Kent as the Agumon waddled past him. “Maybe I should follow them and see where they are going.” Waddling along with the trail of the zombified Digimon, it didn’t take him very long to find the front of it. Suddenly, he found himself waiting for the Digimon to pass him so he could follow. “It’s a weird feeling when I’m the fastest one around.”


It took a while as Gargomon and Kent followed the Terriermon and other Digimon respectively to wherever they were going and soon came upon a castle made up of different colored building blocks. All the Digimon they were following and many others were all converging on the castle and entering into the massive structure.

“Kent! Over here!” called Gargomon spotting his Womble friend.

“Gargomon,” Kent turned and waddled over to his big bunny pal in his Sherlock Buns outfit. “How’d you get here?”

“All my Terriermon friends started to act strange and made their way over here,” Gargomon explained.

“I was afraid that was what happened. The same thing happened to a lot of the Digimon in town,” replied Kent. “Something really is wrong with these Bites.”

“And the source must be in there, my dear Wombleson,” Sherlock Buns assumed tugging at his chins. “We must send someone in to investigate up close and a disguise would be in order to help blend in.”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Kent before Gargomon fitted him into a Terriermon outfit. “Well, this is a bit nostalgic from my last time visiting you, but two things. One, why were you carrying that with you and two, won’t this turn me into a Terriermon?”

“Sherlock Buns is always prepared!” declared Gargomon. “And this one is just a costume. Impy isn’t going to be causing any more trouble with his magical costumes. Now waddle that bunny butt of yours in there and see what’s going on.”

“Here I go!” declared Kent hopping into the building block castle before blending in as best he could with the countless obese Digimon. “Bites… Bites… Bites…” he pretended to moan as he looked around and saw that while the castle was indeed huge on the outside, it appeared to be only one large room on the inside and soon Kent realized the reason why. In the middle of it all was a massive beyond belief Digimon. It was a Monzaemon, a giant stuffed bear-like Digimon, though this one looked as he had been filled with stuffing almost to the limit at his stitching looked like it had to have been reinforced several times over to keep him from bursting apart.

“More friends!” he demanded. “I need more friends!” In response to his order, Digimon worked to climb up his massive body and into the Monzaemon’s maw.

“I did not see this coming,” worried Kent seeing all the Digimon working their way up to do the same. “And I am not getting eaten again!”

“More friends! More!” bellowed Monzaemon as more Digimon continued to climb into his mouth and down his throat, expanding his already enormous body.

Kent made his way between the fat Digimon to escape being eaten as well. He just squeezed between the fatty sides of a Gomamon and a Bearmon when he suddenly discovered he was standing at the edge of Monzaemon’s maw and was falling forward into it. “Curse you, Mysterious Force!” he shouted before plummeting in with many other obese Digimon to follow after him.

“No! Bunson!” cried Gargomon seeing him fall into Monzaemon’s maw. Soon after, he could see all his Terriermon friends reaching the top of the overinflated teddy bear to do the same. “No! My buns! Not my buns!”

“More friends!” ordered Monzaemon still not satisfied with all the Digimon he had already eaten. “I want more friends! More!”


“Whoa!” cried Kent as he plummeted down and landed with a plop inside the massive innards of Monzaemon. As expected of a stuffed animal, his insides were lined with stuffing, but as expected from this particular one, the majority of his stuffing that made him so large was due to the vast number of Digimon that now took up residence inside of him. Landing atop the highest layer of blobby Digimon, Kent hurried away before more fatty Digimon landed atop of him. “Looks like we’ve solved most of the mysteries to these Bites. A Monzaemon has been making them with fattening addictiveness to lure Digimon to him with the intent on devouring them for the friendship dungeon in his belly. That much is what anyone with derpy logic could figure out in an instant. The only question remaining is why.”

“It is because of me,” answered a voice that Kent quickly recognized. Looking down, Kent saw he was standing on a big, bunny butt and saw it was connected to a BlackTerriermon.

“You’re Impy, right?” asked Kent.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Now, could you get off of me so I can explain?”

“I’m listening,” replied Kent getting off him and sitting on a different overweight Digimon. “Just what in the world is all of this?”

“This is Monzaemon,” he explained. “When I was an Impmon he was one of my business associates. He’s the one that made me those special bunny suits for me. In exchange, I told him all about Gargomon’s adorable fatty buns and showed him the pictures and stuff. He was a lonely fellow so he loved it when I came around and told him about that happy, chubby family. I suppose hearing about that made him feel less lonely, but then I stopped showing up.”

“Because I found you out and you ended up joining Gargomon’s family,” figured Kent.

“I didn’t think he’d end up pulling something like this to get friends,” admitted Impy. “He must’ve had some of the fruit pies I brought him and made a few changes on it to make them addictively fattening to lure Digimon here to make his own big bunny burrow in his belly. Now we’re all trapped in here.”

“He’s gotta be reaching his limit,” suggested Kent. “I mean he looks like he’s about to bust at the seams.”

“He’ll just reinforce his stitches,” explained Impy. “He’s the one who made my outfits so I know he’ll just keep preventing us from escaping no matter what. Nobody can save us now. We’re doomed to be squished by countless tons of Digimon fat… though that doesn’t sound too bad if it’s bunny flab.”

“Whoa!” cried the Terriermon as they came down next right overtop of Kent and Impy. “Watch out!”

“Oh! Thank you!” cheered Impy as the tons of big bunny flab flopped down on him.


“More friends!” bellowed Monzaemon. “More friends!”

“There are no more friends for you to eat,” Gargomon told him, climbing atop his belly. “You already ate them all.”

“Big bunny friend,” he said looking down at Gargomon. “Get in my belly too. You will be safe and happy in my bunny burrow belly.”

“I don’t know what got into you to make you think that was a good idea, but this is wrong,” he told him. “You can’t just trap Digimon in your belly and call them your friends.”

“But they are my friends,” he cried. “Now I’m not alone anymore. We’re together now.”

“Yet you don’t feel any less lonely, do you,” countered Gargomon. “That’s why you need to keep eating more of them. Despite how big you are, you are never able to feel full. That’s why I ask you now, please let them all go.”

“L-let them go?” he moaned sounding unsure.

“Please,” begged Gargomon. “Do the right thing. Do it for Sherlock Buns.”

“I- I- I don’t… no! I don’t wanna!” he decided. “They will just leave me and I’ll be all sad and alone again. I won’t ever let my friends go!”

“Then it seems you leave me with no choice,” sighed Gargomon as he removed his Sherlock Buns disguise to reveal a baker costume hidden beneath it and even an oven was now beside him and tons of ingredients and cooking supplies. “If you won’t let them go willingly then I’ll have to force them free. Don’t think that just because you are good at mimicking my recipes that you are on the same level at making fattening foods as me.”

With surprising speed for a bunny of his ample size, Gargomon got to work baking and soon had in his arms, a fruit pie of his own creation. He tossed it into Monzaemon’s maw and it went down his throat.

“What the?” said Kent finding the fruit pie as it landed near him. “Another fruit pie?” Picking it up, he noticed right away that it was different from the Bites. Munching into it, he immediately was hit by the deliciousness as drool flooded out of his maw.

“Hey!” groaned Impy, the saliva dripping on him. “What’s going on?”

“Shooooooooo gooooooood!” murred Kent with delight as he stuffed the fruit pie into his maw and devoured it. Seconds later, his body expanded fatter by nearly a hundred more pounds. “And incredibly fattening too by the looks of it.” Suddenly, more fruit pies began to rain down inside of Monzaemon. “Ooh! More!”

“Hey!” snapped Impy. “I wanna have some!”

“Me too!” added the fatty Terriermon.

“Us too!” also added the countless other obese Digimon.

“What are you doing?” asked Monzaemon as Gargomon began to continually make and toss fruit pies into his maw.

“Freeing everyone you ate,” answered Gargomon. “Now keep on eating!”

“You can feed me all the fruit pies you want,” he countered. “But it won’t do you any good.”

“I wasn’t talking about you,” grinned Gargomon. “I was talking to all the ‘friends’ you have in you.”

“What?!?” he cried seeing his body expanding even more as the Digimon inside his body all started fattening as they ate the fruit pies that Gargomon kept sending down to them, putting on hundreds of more pounds of fat in seconds. Monzaemon’s body was starting to swell and press against the walls of his castle. His stitching was straining as his stuffing was visible at the seams and becoming more so with each second that ticked by. “Stop it! I need to reinforce my stitching or-”

“Or you won’t be able to keep yourself together?” questioned Gargomon as he kept on feeding the Digimon inside of him. “Oh, and sorry you have to leave so suddenly.”

“What?” asked Monzaemon.

“Cause you’ve gotta split!” he answered throwing in one more fruit pie into the maxed out Digimon and immediately after, his body swelled even larger before the stitches holding him together finally gave out and in a huge explosion he came undone sending all the even fatter than ever Digimon flying off in different directions, crashing into the blocks and quickly reducing the castle to rubble. The villain was defeated and everyone was saved.


“And that’s how Santa Buns saved Bunmas,” finished Gargomon dressing in a slightly too small santa outfit. He sat in front of the burrow telling the story to Kent and all his buns. “Now wasn’t that a nice tale?”

“You mean about what happened yesterday?” asked Impy. “And Bunmas wasn’t even yesterday. I don’t even think Bunmas is an actual holiday.”

“Bunmas is everyday,” chuckled Gargomon poking Impy in his fattened belly. “And looks like you put on the Bunmas 100. You’re looking more and more like a proper fat bunny every day.”

“Oh, thanks,” blushed Impy rubbing his big, round gut.

“Bunny pile on the chubby bun!” the Terriermon shouted as they piled on top of Impy.

“Heheh, hey you guys,” laughed Impy. “I wasn’t ready!”

Smiling as he got up, Gargomon retreated back into his burrow to where Kent was. “How’s it going in here?”

“I think I’m almost done,” Kent replied with needle and threat in paw.

“I’m surprised that the mysterious force hasn’t dragged you away yet,” chuckled Gargomon.

“Guess it decided to let me enjoy myself here for a while since the adventure is over,” he figured. “And looks like I’ll be able to do so now that our new friend is just about done.” Knotting the thread, he picked up a stuffed bunny and showed it to Gargomon. “Looks like Monzaemon is good as new.”

“Except now he looks more like a Bunzaemon,” joked Gargomon. “And I think that’s a good name for him. So, how’s it feel to be the newest member of our family?”

“F-Family?” asked Bunzaemon. “But even though I was a bad bear?”

“You weren’t bad,” Gargomon told him. “You were just lonely and now you have a chance to start fresh as a bunny in our burrow and make friends for real this time. Heheh, of course, we’ll have to help fatten you up some more.”

“You’d let me be a part of your family… even after all the damage I’ve done?” he asked still sounding doubtful.

“So you fattened Digimon and attempted to devour them all into your belly forever,” Gargomon said like it was barely a thing.

“Story of my life,” Kent told him. “Now turn that frown upside down and come out and say hello to all the bunz in your family.”

“But I can’t turn my frown upside down,” he replied. “It’s stitched that way…” There was a pause. “That was a joke.”

“Oh, heheh,” laughed Gargomon. “I think you’re gonna get along just fine with everyone here.” Picking up the stuffed bunny, he waddled his big bunny buns outside to introduce him to the rest of the burrow.