A story based on my pics commissioned to  SWSU-Master

Here is a link to the first pic: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27751847/

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Drag sat at his computer, enjoying some of his favorite YouTube videos while he munched on pawful after pawful of chocolate candies he had in a glass dish. On occasion, he patted his developing paunch that had begun to dropped a bit over his khaki pants and gave it a pat to feel it wobble a bit. Around his neck he wore a green bandana that, despite all the food he typically scarfed down in a day managed to avoid falling victim to being used as a napkin and getting covered in stains.

Clicking on another video and waiting for it to load, his eyes averted to a small device that was connected via a wire to his computer. It resembled a Digivice, but in truth it was not, at least, not a real one, but faximile made by Drag’s friend Lyon. It was a prototype of a new product he was developing and currently it lacked most of the functionality of a real Digivice, such as the ability to allow a Digimon to Digivolve. The only thing this one could do was draw in a Digimon to its location should they travel from the Digital World into this one. Whether or not this was going to interrupt a Digimon meeting the partner they were destined to save the world with or not was not something Lyon had taken into account when he created it, but that was par for the course for that greedy businessman. His main focus, as always, was creating things others wanted to buy and making a yet another fortune on it.

As for Drag, he couldn’t deny there were a few Digimon he was hoping he’d be lucky enough to end up with if it actually worked. Another plus for participating in this product study was that his body wasn’t going to be directly affected by the device like he had with many of Lyon’s other inventions in the past. Drag had a closet full of of such things in his room that he kept locked and only opened when he had something new to add. There was many a story to tell about the experiences he went through, but the story this time is about Drag, the Digivice, and the new friend he was about to meet.

“Still nothing,” noted Drag as the device had been completely idle since he had connected it to his computer. “It’s been a week and I haven’t even seen any kind of reaction from it. Are no Digimon crossing over or is it just not working?” Digging into his bowl of candies, Drag clutched a pawful and deposited them into his maw to munch them up. “Probably the latter. Guess I’d best tell Lyon he’s gotta go back to the drawing board with this one.”

As Drag’s next video was ready to play, his eyes turned back to his screen, but only for a moment as the Digivice’s screen suddenly came on and the device began to rumble. “Hmm?” he pondered with wide eyes as he picked it up. “Is it… working?” he wondered as his heart raced. Looking at his computer screen, it suddenly turned a blinding bright white. Shielding his eyes, Drag could see as a beam shot out from the screen and landed in the middle of his room. The light grew more intense, forcing Drag to close his eyes entirely for a few minutes.

When he felt certain that it was over, he cracked open his eyes slowly to see his computer screen was back to normal and behind him was a blue dog standing on two legs. He was about a head shorter than Drag and had white on the ends of his feet and likely his paws that were hidden beneath a pair of red boxing gloves. His belly fur was white, as well as his muzzle. While Drag was a chubby draggy, the Digimon was svelte, almost scrawny when compared to how overly plump he was. But the Digimon wasn’t just slender. Visible beneath his fur was a toned and strong body from the neck down. The way he presented himself showed he had great discipline and was on guard and ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

This dog Digimon also had a pair of floppy eyes and a yellow diamond mark on his forehead that was mostly covered over with a red headband. He had a medium length tail that curled upward and had white fur at the tip. His eyes were orange with a determined look on his face and he had a small black nose in the middle of his face. He was a Gaomon and he looked exactly as Drag imagined one would be.

“I had always wanted to see a Gaomon,” thought Drag with great joy in his eyes. It took all of his willpower to keep from going over and hugging him with excitement, not wanting to reveal that truth of why he ended up here. Instead, Drag discreetly plucked up the Digivice from the table and grabbed a pair of goggles that he had there too and fixed them onto his head. He then gave his best performance of someone who hadn’t been waiting for this exact thing to happen. “Wh-what’s going on here?” he asked and looked down at the Digivice in his paw and then at Gaomon. “What is this thing? And who or what are you?”

“It seems that fate has brought the two of us together,” spoke Gaomon very formally. “You have the Digivice, which means you’re my Master and Trainer!”

Drag couldn’t help but snicker and wonder if Gaomon had spent time planning what he’d say when he met his real Master and Trainer. Already, he was pondering how much fun he could have with a digital dog who had so much misplaced loyalty. “Oh, I like the sound of this.”

“It’s not a good thing!” Gaomon barked. “There is a great evil approaching and we must train to defeat it!”

“Train, you say?” questioned Drag grinning and rubbing his chin as more inspiration for the fun he was going to have with Gaomon filled his head.

“Yes,” nodded Gaomon as he held out his boxing glove-clad arms and flexed, his body showing how tense he felt and how dire the situation they were dealing with was. “We must become stronger! As Digimon and Trainer together!”

“I see,” Drag shook his head. “What else can you tell me about this ‘great evil?’ How much time do we have and will we have allies?”

“Fortunately, it is but one beast,” answered Gaomon. “He is far from the threat that previous Digimon and their Trainers have dealt with. Only I was sent, as the Digital Sovereign believed a single well-trained Digimon would be more than enough to stop it. We even have six months to prepare, but we must not waste one day, nay not even one moment!”

“Oh, I agree,” nodded Drag as he chuckled. “Lucky for you, I know the best training in the world.”
Hearing this, Gaomon looked quite excited. “It seems that fate has been most kind to me today. I have been partnered with one who is also a great warrior. Together we will be an unstoppable team.”

“We most certainly will,” agreed Drag, his tail swaying back and forth to reflect how happy he was with his situation.

“Then you must teach me!” stated Gaomon. He couldn’t have wanted the training any more if he had gotten on his hands and knees and begged Drag for it. “I will put 110% into your teachings!”

“That’s the warrior spirit,” Drag told him and patted Gaomon on the head. “Training begins now! Follow me!”

Drag turned and proceeded out of his room, waving for Gaomon to follow. “Yes, Master!” he spoke and hurried behind him, soon reaching Drag’s kitchen. Entering into it, Gaomon seemed perplexed. “Why are we in here?” he asked Drag. “I thought we were going to train.”

“We are training,” answered Drag as he opened his fridge and pulled out two yard long hoagies. “I bet you are hungry after your trip over here and no training we do would be complete without proper nutrition and a strong body is one that requires lots of it. This will be a great way for me to gauge exactly what kind of shape you are in too.”

“That is amazing, Master,” praised Gaomon. “You can really tell just how strong someone is by how much they can eat?”

“And I’ve never seen a battle in which the warrior who ate more than his opponents ever lost,” added Drag, leaving out that all those “battles” were eating competitions.

“Then allow me to compare my might to yours,” he said as he took a seat at the table. Drag gave him one of the hoagies and kept the other for himself as he sat down across from Gaomon who focused quite intensely at the end of his sandwich.

“On your mark!” announced Drag. “Get set! Eat!”

At once, the two attacked their food. Gaomon bit into his hoagie and started to munch it up at a faster pace than he’d normally eat at. After a dozen bites of his first mouthful, he swallowed and started on another. Looking over to see how Drag was doing, he was shocked to see Drag was already finished a foot of his sandwich. With his maw filled, he waved before swallowing and then took another big bite, widening the gap between them.

“Master is incredible,” realized Gaomon. “He has trained himself to eat quite rapidly. I had often thought such gluttonous behavior was unbecoming of a warrior, but if one as mighty as my trainer can eat like this, it must mean he is unquestionably powerful. I must try to emulate him.” Munching faster, Gaomon continued to eat his hoagie, succeeding in shaving a few seconds off his second mouthful and some more with his third. It still didn’t lessen the gap between him and Drag and not even halfway done his hoage, Drag had swallowed the last bit of his.

“Looks like we’ve got a lot of work on our hands,” commented Drag as he got up and approached Gaomon who looked a bit down. After about a dozen mouthfuls, he had started to feel full and slowed down. Not even halfway done and he didn’t have room for more while Drag looked like he could have eaten both and still devoured more. To Gaomon, it was like seeing his strength in a new light and it was far less than he originally thought he had. Rubbing Gaomon’s head, Drag smiled at him. “And we’ve got six months to do it in so no sweat. Just keep on going!”

“R-Right!” nodded Gaomon as he resumed trying to eat, his stomach full, but he wanted to finish no matter what. Bite after bite and swallow after swallow, he consumed the hoagie. Drag watched him closely, seeing him stuff the sandwich filled with slices of turkey, ham, and steak as well as bacon, swiss, and cheddar cheese and gnawed off another chunk. Once more, Gaomon chewed it up and swallowed it, adding to the slight bulge of a taut belly he gained. It only bulged bigger with each bit of sandwich he swallowed till he managed to finish the last bit of it. “I-I did it,” he panted, feeling drained from eating so much.

“I knew you could,” smiled Drag as he gently patted Gaomon’s gut. “Not bad for a start, but you’ll have to train to be able to eat lots more… to make you stronger of course.” Drag amended himself, being careful not to let Gaomon cast any doubt on the training.

“I will give it my all and then some to meet your expectations, Master,” he answered and carefully got up from his seat. “Now, to put all that food to use and train. Where is your training grounds?”

“Training grounds?” thought Drag for a moment, needing to keep up the act. “Oh, just in the other room.” Drag led Gaomon into his living room and quickly pushed aside the table in the middle of the floor and rolled up the rug, leaving the center of the room between his couch and TV barren. “Here they are. There is no better place to train than in one’s home. It is always close and one is more likely to feel comfortable than to have to go elsewhere.”

“It is smaller than I imagined,” admitted Gaomon. “But if it is just the two of us then it will suffice. Now, let us train.”

“If you are to be the one fighting then I’ll let you lead in this aspect of our training,” suggested Drag, not sure of the first thing of real fighting. “This will help me learn your fighting style and give me ideas how it can be improved.”

“Nothing would give me greater joy,” stated Gaomon as he quickly began to train, doing some shadow boxing and showing off what an amazingly skilled fighter he was. Drag tried to do the same, hardly trying, but doing enough to keep Gaomon none the wiser.

Barely ten minutes had passed before Gaomon had to stop, his stomach starting to ache from moving around with such an overly full belly. “Ugh, feels like I may have eaten too much,” he groaned.

“It just means you need more eating training,” answered Drag as he picked Gaomon up and carried him to the couch. “It seems that we will have to work on your belly before anything else.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” wondered Gaomon. “I have trained for most of my life and eating excessively has never seemed like a part of proper training.”

“It is certainly not ordinary training,” explained Drag. “But it will give you results you’d never get from the type of training you’d do. Just do as I tell you and in six months you’ll hardly recognize yourself.”

“Please forgive my insolence,” pleaded Gaomon. “I was… out of line questioning your methods.”
“No need to apologize,” smiled Drag, helping Gaomon recline onto his back. “For the first few weeks, the training is rather strange, but if you can tough it out past that then it gets easier. You will probably even enjoy it. Now, rest and when you awaken you’ll be ready.”

“For more training?” yawned Gaomon.

“If by training you mean food,” answered Drag. “Then lots more training.”


The rest of Gaomon’s first day of training had been much different than he had ever imagined. After awakening from his nap, he was presented with a surprising spread of pizza, burgers, fries, and other foods he hadn’t touched since he had started to train. The greasy smells were overwhelming to his sinuses and he wondered what all that was doing there till Drag told him it was their next meal before he was handed a burger. Hesitant, but honoring his promise to follow Drag’s training he ate all he could, stuffing himself till bursting once again, though he only managed to eat so much while Drag put away the majority without looking even showing any signs of fullness once again. Gaomon admired Drag all the more for his seemingly endless amount of power and was determined to do better next time and it turned out next time was only a few hours away as Drag prepared them another meal with plans to keep doing this for the rest of the day.

Till the sun finally set, Gaomon had done nothing much besides eating one feast of a meal after another. All that constant eating left him too stuffed to train or even get off the couch when he was done. When his stomach did start to feel better enough for him to get up, Drag was ready again with another meal and Gaomon ended up eating himself to a standstill all over again. Despite this, he felt certain that he had begun to eat more and more with each meal they had and that small sense of accomplishment felt far bigger as Drag caringly patted his head and offered him a few words of encouragement. With a small smile on his face that looked as serious and determined as ever, he answered as he usually did, “Yes Master!”

When the first day came to an end, Drag wrapped Gaomon in a blanket and let him sleep on the couch, promising him training would resume in the morning. With a gentle nod, and relief knowing he’d have a full eight hours to let his stomach rest, he slipped off to sleep quite quickly. The training proved every bit as challenging and difficult as Gaomon had hoped, even if it was far different than anything he had expected it to be.


“Breakfast time,” called Drag, stirring Gaomon from his sleep. Stretching and yawning, he was surprised to find the sun already up while he was still in bed.

“Seems all this unusual training has thrown off my sleep schedule,” he told himself. “Usually I’m up with the sun, but I will adapt. At least I’ve finally had the time to rest and digest.”

Pulling the blanket off of him and sitting up, he discovered that while his body wasn’t bulging from all the food he had eaten there was still a noticeable bump. Pressing his gloved paw against it, he found it was actually soft and a bit doughy. Even more surprising was the pair of moobs that had not been there the day prior. Though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the proof before him was undeniable. He had gotten fat! Well, at least a bit pudgy, but it more weight gained than he ever had in his life.

“Did you hear me?” called Drag again. “Your breakfast is ready. Come on in before it gets cold.”

“C-Coming, Master,” replied Gaomon, hurrying over. In the dining room, he saw Drag was there, wearing an apron that read, “Black Belt in Cooking.” He appeared fatter too, which Gaomon didn’t find surprising as he had eaten even more food than him. “Master, I think something is wrong with your training. All that food yesterday… it seems to have had an adverse effect on me.”

“You look perfectly fine to me,” answered Drag as he quickly took notice of his slight paunch and smiled.

“All that food fattened me up some,” he explained. “Look! I’ve got a gut on me now and even some moobs.”

“So do I,” snickered Drag. “This training does involve lots of eating so gaining weight should be expected. I see you are a fast gainer too by the looks of it. That’ll help you along quite nicely.”

“But-” he tried to protest, but Drag kept talking.

“Now take a seat and I’ll bring in your breakfast.”

“Yes, Master,” submitted Gaomon as he sat at the table and pushed his seat forward. As he did, his belly pressed against the table, reminding him of the pudge in his gut. He pushed his chair back a couple inches to fix this. “It’s just a bit of weight. I’m sure once I get used to this training I’ll be able to work it off.”

“Here you go,” announced Drag as he carried in two plates stacked tall with pancakes. Between each one was a tablespoon of butter and the whole thing was coated with maple syrup. Returning to the kitchen, Drag returned with large plates of bacon soaked in grease as well as some french toast. Going back and forth once more, Drag returned with a glass of orange juice in one hand and a bendy straw in the other. Putting down the glass, he placed the bendy straw in it and positioned it facing Gaomon. “That should do for a start.”

“A start?” thought Gaomon seeing the high calorie food before him. Just looking at it and knowing more meals like this were likely to come later, he knew he’d get fatter with each passing day. He couldn’t remain quiet about this, but questioning both his Trainer and Master was not something he had ever thought he’d have to do. Even as he tried to protest, his words were weak and hesitant. “I, uh… do not see how this is training…” he complained trying not to sound rude to Drag.

“A healthy breakfast is the proper way to begin every morning!” stated Drag, a fact that Gaomon did agree with, just not when the breakfast was so overly saturated with sugars and fats.

“But this seems excessive…” he continued, doing his best to state his case. “All of my meals have been excessive actually…”

“We’ve got a lot of training to do to get you ready,” Drag reminded him. “And I wouldn’t give you this special training if I didn’t think you were up for it. Aren’t you?”

“O-Of course I am,” he nodded, not wanting to disappoint his Master.

“And didn’t you say you were going to put all your effort into this training?” asked Drag with a smirk, seeing Gaomon unable to defy him and gave him a guilty pleasure. His sad expression was adorable and the chub on his gut made him appear cuter too. It was even harder for Drag to resist hugging him, but he kept his distance, knowing it was not yet time.

“Y-You’re right, Master,” spoke Gaomon, picking up a fork and knife to start cutting his pancakes. “I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing to apologize for,” Drag told him once more. “This training is very contrary to your nature. It will take time to adjust both mentally and physically, but I’ll be with you every step of the way. Before you know it, you will see what makes this training so great and it’ll become second nature to you. Now eat up. This is just the beginning of what I have planned for you today.”

“Yes Master,” nodded Gaomon as Drag succeeded in lifting his spirits up some. “I just… hope I can eat all this.”

Drag wondered if he figured that the only thing Drag had planned for his chowhound today was just lots and lots more food to help that small paunch of his develop into a gut that would rival a sumo’s, as well as round out the rest of his slender figure. The thought enticed him endlessly as he returned to the kitchen where he was already preparing a brunch for his Digimon. On the table in there, he had his own meal that was waiting to be eating. Taking a seat, Drag began to eat and fill himself up. All the while, as he ate, he listened to the sounds of Gaomon feasting. Despite his weak protests, he was eating to the best of his ability which did sound a fair deal more gluttonous than it had been the day before. Drag smiled, certain that Gaomon was indeed showing signs of development into a fatty not unlike himself and he had no doubt that his loyal doggy would eat till he was ready to burst like he had all day yesterday.

“That’s my good doggy,” thought Drag, as he munched on his own stack of pancakes. “Just keep eating and turn yourself into the porker I know you can be.”

Chomping into the syrup-soaked pancakes and tearing through a formidable amount of bacon, Gaomon couldn’t stop thinking about the countless calories he was ingesting. He imagined it was at least week’s worth if not more of what he normally took in. Looking down at his belly, he could see it starting to bulge from what he had eaten and stared at it like a preview of how it’d look once he finished digesting today’s endless supply of food. The very idea of purposefully making himself fatter felt very alien to him and something he wanted to stop immediately.

Despite feeling that way, he didn’t stop eating and didn’t plan to till he had eaten his fill, which, to his surprise, still didn’t come even after the first tall stack of pancakes had been devoured along with more bacon than he imagined he’d normally eat in a year. He had to do as his Master said. To him, being fat was nothing terrible when compared to being disloyal to his Trainer and Master and that was something he refused to ever let happen. To keep on going, he focused on this thought as he continued to glut and before he realized it, the thought of being so gluttonous slowly ceased to sicken him. He didn’t know when it happened, but he was certain that the unbelievable deliciousness of the food played a big role in it. During his training, he had eaten lots of foods that were supposed to be good for one’s health, but couldn’t deny how bland, bitter, or simply tasteless they were.

Thinking back, he had to choke down quite a lot of things that left him envious of other Digimon who felt more content to indulge in foods that were dripping in barbecue sauce of deep fried and filled with cheese. More than once, he had been invited to join them, but every time he had refused and pretended what he was eating was just as good. Despite his best efforts, the other Digimon were able to tell what a strong front he was putting on and let him be. They knew he’d never swallow anything they offered him if he refused to swallow his pride first.

“So, is this what it means to indulge oneself?” Gaomon asked himself as he kept on eating. “I’ve denied myself the chance to eat so many things considered, ‘delicious,’ but are also unhealthy and quite fattening. I finally have the chance to indulge myself now, but is it right when I have such an important job to do? It shouldn’t be, but… I feel… happy? Is this what it means to enjoy something? To feel pleasure in doing something despite it not being beneficial?” The more he thought about it the less certain he felt about anything anymore. All this was turning everything he believed in upside down. “I have no idea how this food is going to help me,” he told himself. “All I can imagine it doing is fattening me up at the rate I’m scarfing it down… At the rate I’m enjoying it. But… if Master says this is what I must eat, I’ll… do my best…”


Two weeks had passed in Gaomon’s training and beyond the what little exercise he managed to do for himself between meals, all he did was eat. The meals grew bigger and the time between them shrank till Gaomon was barely able to tell where one ended and another began. His plump gut of belly had grown bigger and fatter with each passing day, till it was downright huge, drooping down to his meatier thighs. His moobs had gone up a couple sizes and from what he could feel, his rear was also affected as his once toned glutes were now a set of soft, doughy cheeks. What surprised and worried Gaomon the most, however, was that despite the size of the meals he was given, he had started gobbling them down as easily as Drag could and comparing his belly to his Master’s he couldn’t tell exactly whose was bigger anymore.

“You’ve been doing well on your training,” praised Drag as he carried in a bunch of pizza boxes and placed them on the floor to add to the numerous others that were there. Seeing the room jammed packed and reeking of hot and greasy cheese, Gaomon surmised there was enough pizza for a large party consisting of a few dozen guests and he knew it was all going to be devoured by just for the two of them. Yet, looking at the pizzas, Gaomon didn’t feel as intimidated by such high volumes of food like he would have been a short while ago. Deep down, he knew he could easily stomach it all or, at least, most of it in one sitting. “Time for a reward day.”

“A reward?” questioned Gaomon, not certain how this was a reward or if he even did anything worth being rewarded for. “What exactly am I being rewarded for?”

“For sticking to the training and coming as far as you have,” answered Drag as he backed up onto the couch beside Gaomon and put his arm around the portly doggy’s shoulders. “Just looking at you, I can tell that you’ve greatly exceeded my expectations for where you’d be in my training at this point.”

“It is my duty to train hard and prepare for my battle with the evil that’ll invade this world,” he answered.

“The what now?” asked Drag, the reason for Gaomon being here lost to him after all the fun he’s been having with his new Digimon pal.

“The villain we are destined to defeat together,” answered Gaomon. “It’s why I came here in the first place.”

“Oh, right,” recalled Drag. “Yeah, we’ll take care of him, but I know we’ll be so ready to fight him that I haven’t even thought about him very much.”

“Well, I haven’t thought about it much either,” admitted Gaomon, finding his thoughts more on the food he had been eating and what was happening to his body more than anything else.

“That’s good,” smiled Drag. “And now, it’s time for some movies while we eat!” Grabbing the remote, Drag turned on the TV to the movie channel. The first thing that started to play was the movie, “Kung Fu Panda.”

“So, are we watching fighting movies? Do you want me to observe their fighting styles?” he asked, though he already knew that was not what Drag had in mind at all.

“Do what you want,” smiled Drag, scratching the back of Gaomon’s head. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. No need to overthink things.”

“If you say so, Master,” he told Drag and adjusted his rear on the couch to make himself more comfortable. Then Gaomon opened up the topmost pizza box on the couch cushion beside him and took out a slice to start eating, not even needing Drag to coax him into starting. He absentmindedly started to munch on it as he watched the movie. Seeing the overweight panda, Gaomon couldn’t help seeing himself in his girth, occasionally looking down at his belly or rear to compare them.

While he watched, he didn’t even notice as Drag sneakily worked on the knot in his headband, attempting to undo it. It was a tough knot to crack, but Drag’s claws proved quite skilled and the dragon himself quite patient as he little by little loosened it till he finally managed to pull one of the ends through. After that, the rest was easy, loosening the knot more and pulling the ends through the loops in the knot till the only signs left of it were the scrunched-up fabric. With the headband no longer covering over the front of his forehead, Drag exposed all of Gaomon’s four-pointed yellow diamond mark.

The front of the headband slid down onto Gaomon’s nose and over his eyes, distracting him from the movie and making him aware of what had happened. Drag lifted it off his head and put it on the chair’s armrest and grabbed a small bib that had been set there. It was sky blue with a picture of a happy pup on it and a couple bones. Carefully, he placed it around Gaomon’s neck and securely tied it. Looking down, Gaomon couldn’t help but blush at what had been replaced for his headband. It was so small it barely even managed to cover over his moobs and while he always felt his headband was a symbol of his strength and discipline, this new accessory made him feel more like an adorable and hungry pup. With how his body currently looked, Gaomon wondered if it was more fitting for him.

“W-Why am I wearing this bib?” he questioned Drag, his normally serious face broken by how embarrassed he felt to be wearing something unbecoming of a mighty warrior.

“The headband was too old fashioned,” explained Drag patting his doggy bud on the shoulder. “This suits you better.”

Hearing those words somehow made Gaomon happy inside. He didn’t know why. A lot of times prior when he had questioned Drag’s training methods he had to hold in his frustrations for the complete lack of actually training on top of his body getting fatter and softer, virtually undoing months of training he had done prior to arriving at Drag’s home. He was certain that this should have been the final straw, the moment he’d denounce Drag as his Master and Trainer, but that didn’t happen. Instead, something even more unexpected occured. The ends of his muzzle started curling up to change his normal serious look into a smile, albeit a little one. Even his eyes lacked their steely gaze below a furrowed brow, but rather left him with a gentle and relaxed expression on his face. All Gaomon could find to say about the handband was, “Th-Thanks, Master. But… it’s so small. It barely covers my belly.”

With a smirk on his face and words smooth a silk, Drag spoke to Gaomon as his free hand descended onto Gaomon’s prominent gut. “If it was any bigger, I wouldn’t be able to give you tummy rubs!”

Drag’s paw caressed gently over Gaomon’s belly, pressing just enough against his pudge to slightly sink in. The feeling of it was more wonderful than Gaomon could have imagined anything could be. It was so nice, his tail started to waggle it. Seeing him enjoy this, Drag kept it up, pressing a bit more against his fat to really let him feel the joys of the belly rub.

“Oh…. Oh… wow! Thank you, Master… That feels… Very nice.” It was hard for Gaomon to piece together that sentence. In the past, he had been given all sorts of rewards for his efforts like new headbands and gloves as he progressed in his training. He even had a few trophies and plaques that had only been collecting dust since he had placed them upon a shelf in his home. However, the reward Drag was giving him was different. It was something he enjoyed and wanted more of.

Gaomon knew a tummy rub was something given to a pet and not meant for a Trainer to give to their partner Digimon, especially when all he had been doing for the last two weeks was eating and getting fat. None of this was how Gaomon believed things should have been happening when he first arrived, but as h had gotten used to the different type of training, it didn’t feel so weird. And now, with this reward, he didn’t feel awkward about it in the least. He now found himself enjoying it and that’s all the mattered to him.

“There, how’s that?” asked Drag as he slowly stopped rubbing in circles on Gaomon’s belly and a look of disappointment appeared on the doggy’s face.

“Um, Master,” Gaomon spoke up as he turned to Drag with the eyes of a begging puppy. “Could you give me a bit more? Maybe a bit harder? Please, Master.”

“For you, of course,” smiled Drag hugging one arm tightly around Gaomon as he resumed his belly rubs, pressing deeper into Gaomon’s blubber till he could just about feel his ribs. The look of bliss on Gaomon’s face as the rubs continued was the happiest Drag had seen him yet. He had a full smile on his face, something Drag hoped he’d be able to have all the time and not just while he was getting his belly rubbed.

“I told you,” chuckled Drag. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Turning to the box of pizzas, Gaomon grabbed another slice and returned his focus to the movie as Drag continued to give him belly rubs. “This training is… quite enjoyable actually.”

“I knew you’d grow to love it,” commented Drag, meaning that in more ways than one.

Movies played back-to-back and all the while, Drag kept up the belly rubs on Gaomon. He only paused from it when more pizzas were needed to replace the stack that Gaomon had polished off. Drag kept a few pizzas on his side for himself, taking some time to focus on his own training too.

The whole day came and went as the two enjoyed themselves and glutted. Since the start of the belly rubs, Gaomon hadn’t spoken much beyond an occasional belch. He didn’t even comment that he spent the entire day on the couch and hadn’t gotten up once.

As the last movie finished playing at around midnight, Drag got up and stretched. He let out a big yawn before he spoke. “I’d say that was more than enough training for today. We can do more tomorrow.” Gaomon didn’t answer. He just let out a noisy snore. Turning to look, Drag couldn’t help but giggle seeing his overly stuffed pooch had fallen asleep with half a pizza in his maw. “Aw, such a cutie.” Carefully, Drag maneuvered Gaomon to rest his body across the couch and prop his head up on a pillow. He then carefully pushed the pizza slice into his maw and watched him munch it up in his sleep and gulp it down. “Heheh, I’ve trained him well.” Grabbing his blanket, Drag draped it over him. With how big his belly had gotten, he could barely wrap it around him more than once now. Drag gently patted Gaomon’s head and gave his cheek a kiss. “Sleep tight, my adorable, pudgy pup.” Quietly, Drag made his way to bed.


Drag could see a change in Gaomon after he had learned how wonderful belly rubs were. From now on, once he finished a meal from this point on, Drag congratulated him with more of them and this spurred Gaomon to devour his food as fast as he could to get rewarded again. Meals that were planned to last a few hours and designed for them to split were quickly gobbled up by the hungry doggeh alone and in barely an hour’s time. Drag had to rub his eyes to make certain he wasn’t hallucinating, but a great big belch and a few pats on his massive paunch showed Drag that Gaomon had indeed annihilated most of the meal on his own.

“Belly rub time!” Gaomon would then attempt to Drag, his maw still likely stuffed with food, making it hard to understand what he said, but showed how eager he was for more of Drag’s magical digits.

Along with cheeks stuffed with food, there was also a visible smile on his face that reflected his joyful and excited mood. It was very different from the stern and reserved look he had worn so often before. This look was not of a seasoned warrior, but of a doggy eager to be rewarded by his master for another job well done and the more Drag rewarded him, the longer the smile remained till finally he wore it on his face all the time.

“Wakey, wakey,” Drag greeted his porker of a pooch one morning as he gently rubbed his head. Seeing him stir, Drag could already see the smile appear on his face as consciousness returned to him and he opened his eyes. As they made eye contact, Drag could see Gaomon’s eyes smiling too, a look of peaceful contentment compared to those of a focused warrior serious and attentive.

“Morning, Master,” he spoke and stretched his arms that had grown thicker as his countless digested meals had managed to spread fat to the rest of his body as well now. His arms were almost three times their original thickness. When he flexed, there was still some definition of muscle visible, but from what Drag could tell it had softened from the lack of exercise they received. The same was true for Gaomon’s legs that had developed a pair of thunder thighs, limiting his movement to a waddle. Gaomon’s face was also softer, particularly his cheeks that appeared somewhat swollen. Drag gave Gaomon a good morning kiss on his cheek and could feel the newly gained pudge on them. However, all that was just a preview for the rest of Gaomon’s body that was hidden beneath the larger blanket Drag provided him, but seeing how high up his gut lifted it, little was left to the imagination. Offering Gaomon a hand to help him side up, he watched in delight as the blanket fell to the floor and revealed the tub of lard in all his obese glory.

“Oh, wow,” smirked Drag as he got an eyeful of Gaomon’s blubbery body. “You’re sure coming along nicely.”

“Thank you, Master,” he replied getting off the couch to stretch some more, and allowed Drag the chance to look him over. Starting with his gut, it was massive now, bulging out to the point Gaomon could look down and not see his feet and a couple inches of the floor in front of his toes. That gut of his also drooped down too, coming down to his knees and inching ever closer to his feet with every meal he finished. His belly was wider too, helping round out the digital dog’s body along with his gargantuan glutes that could take up a third of Drag’s couch on their own. Comparing their bodies to one another, there was no question that Gaomon had finally surpassed Drag’s own fatness by a very noticeable margin. Drag had done his best to glut as much as Gaomon, but with the gap in their sizes growing day by day and a bunch of food mysteriously going missing overnight, Drag could only assume some late night binging was taking place. It didn’t take Drag much thought to figure out where it ended up and just made sure to stock up even more food to further temp his gluttonous friend.

“You deserve the praise,” Drag explained as he gave Gaomon’s moobs a grope, finding them too big to fit in his paws now. The bib he had on a short while back was gone, removed after his neck became too thick with fat to wrap around it anymore, but Drag promised him a new accessory soon. Gaomon blushed from the gropes and responded by groping Drag’s moobs back to make Drag blush.

“You do too,” chuckled Gaomon, as he played with Drag’s moobs. “You’ve gotten really fat too and I’d never become this fat or heavy or… or…”

“Happy?” asked Drag finishing Gaomon’s sentence with a kiss on his nose.

“Y-Yes,” he nodded blushing happily. “Not without your training.”

“Oh, I only provided the food and encouragement,” Drag told him modestly as he moved his paws to reach for Gaomon’s tush. He had to press his belly against Gaomon’s to be able to reach further behind him to squeeze them in his paws. Gaomon helped by pushing back and reached to slip his paws into Drag’s pants to feel up his rear too. Drag had seen he had been rubbing off on Gaomon in this way and he was delighted to see him become as bold as he was now. “Heheh, seems someone’s taken a liking to fat and not just their own.”

“What’s not to like about it?” smiled Gaomon. “It’s so soft and warm and makes belly rubs even better. And I find myself really attracted to it, especially yours.”

“I know what you mean,” Drag murred as he planted a kiss on Gaomon’s nose again. “I feel the same about you and your blubber, fatty.”

“Master~” answered Gaomon smooching Drag’s nose back. This was the first time Gaomon had done that and Drag couldn’t be happier.

When they finally unlocked their embrace, Gaomon finally took notice of something he had been missing since he woke up. “Master, what have happened to my gloves? I know I had them on while I was sleeping. Heheh. I hope I didn’t eat them by mistake.”

“Seeing as they were only slowing you down as you ate,” explained Drag. “I decided to pawn them off and get you something far more useful to your training.”

“What is it?” wondered Gaomon, showing no real care for his boxing gloves.

“I’ll go get it,” replied Drag as he hurried out of the room and returned with a scale. “Ta dah! With this, I’ll be able to accurately tell how much you weigh. Now haul that bulk over here on the double!”

“Yes, Master!” he answered and hopped onto the scale, causing it to creak a little from his weight. The numbers spun quickly as they tried to display the doughy dog’s weight, but when it finally stopped, it didn’t display a number, but simply said, “FAT!” Gaomon leaned to try and see what it said, but his gut blocked his view.

“Heheh you really are a Digimon after my own appetite, but I don’t need to look at the numbers on the scale to see that you’re coming along nicely!” praised Drag as he patted Gaomon’s head and gave him his belly rubs. Gaomon wagged his tail full of pure contentment.

“I, uh… can’t even see what the scale says…” he told Drag, actually sounding happy about that.

“And that’s because without a doubt, you are the biggest, fattest, Gaomon ever!” exclaimed Drag. Hearing those words filled Gaomon with even greater happiness to the point he even let out an instinctive bark and pounced on Drag to give him a lick. He stopped soon after once he came to his senses and blushed seeing him squishing Drag beneath his mass. Drag enjoyed being blanketed over by all that puppy pudge and huggled Gaomon tightly. After seeing this and everything so far today, Drag had more than enough proof that he had completely turned this once disciplined, and powerful Digimon into the pampered, overweight pup of his dreams. Drag couldn’t be happier…

Well, that wasn’t entirely true, as Drag knew this was far from over and continued to talk. “That’s how I know you’re ready to advance to the next level of our training!”

“The next level?!?” replied Gaomon shaking with so much excitement that he ended up rolling off of Drag and getting stuck on his back. “You mean I get to pig out even more than I have been?”

“Way more,” nodded Drag as he sat up and looked at his beached whale of a friend and marveled at his belly. He pushed a paw into his deep ocean of a belly to see it sink in to his elbow and could see how much Gaomon enjoyed his belly getting played. “You’re exceeding all of my expectations! I know you’ll be able to handle this no prob.”

Licking his chops in anticipation, Gaomon was already trying to imagine how fat he’d end up and couldn’t keep from chuckling. “Heh… Thank you, Master…”

“Go ahead and call me ‘Drag’ from now on,” Drag told him. “From now on we’re not Master and Digimon, but just two happy fatties.”

“You got it, Drag!” he answered with no problem at all and hugged Drag. Drag’s had waited so long to finally get rid of the formalities so he could hear Gaomon utter his name. His own tail started wagging with joy. It wagged even faster as Gaomon added, “Where to next? I’m starving… and I think I can get even bigger.”

“Oh, I know you can,” replied Drag as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red collar with Gaomon’s Digivice used in place of a dog tag. Gaomon watched with delight as Drag wrapped the collar around his neck and fastened it snuggly on him. As he did, Drag could already tell he was going to need a bigger collar before long. But that was something to deal with later. Helping his porker back onto his feet, with some slight difficulty, Drag led Gaomon by the paw outside him home and into a world filled with plenty of fattening foods for them to devour and grow ever fatter. “I know you can.”


Drag knew Gaomon could get fatter and in the months of endless binging he become downright obese. Cleaning out whole buffets one after another and lazing about the rest of the time with some mindless television and tons of belly rubs, Gaomon’s weight skyrocketed into the tons. His belly became monstrously large, reaching the ground and burying his legs under so much plush flab. That along with his blubbery thighs and tremendous tush gave his body a doughy, round shape. Drag delightfully started using all that blubber as a bed with Gaomon’s lush and collosal moobs in place of pillows to rest his head on.

Gaomon’s tail had been reduced to a tuft of fluff barely managing to escape the entrapment of his gluteus maximus with both cheeks weighing a ton on their own and were the only cushions big enough for Gaomon to sit upon. Anything else would have been crushed beneath his bulk, such as the scale Drag had brought him. Not much longer after the first month of training Gaomon’s girth became too much for it to handle and it broke from a combination of crushing it underfoot and simply being so far beyond the range the scale could comprehend weight. It ended up cracked all over and the screen reading, “ERROR.” For such an accomplishment, Drag gave Gaomon a nice long belly rub and rather than merely trashing the broken scale, it was mounted on the wall as a reminder and achievement they could look back on with fond memories.

Besides Gaomon’s maw, the only part of his body that moved around much since he lost mobility was his arms, though they only found use rubbing over his obese frame, stuffing more food into his maw, and giving hugs and gropes to Drag when he was within reach. He did miss being able to walk around, if only to be able to travel to buffets whenever he felt like it, but that was short-lived when Drag set him up with a phone that had every restaurant and buffet that delivered. He kept the phone in his flab and pulled it out every time he finished a meal to order from somewhere else, as he usually became peckish again by the time they’d arrive with his massive order.

“How’s my chubby pup doing today?” asked Drag as he climbed Mt. Dogblubber to the summit and played with Gaomon’s chubby cheeks.

“Doing good,” he smiled, blushing as Drag pinched his cheeks as his own overweight body sank a bit into the deep ocean of Gaomon’s gut. Reaching around, he rubbed Drag’s rear to give it a grope. “Feels like you’re doing good too. Feeling fatter all the time.”

“Hardly as fat as you are,” murred Drag as he gave Gaomon’s moobs a grope and found something stuck under one. “Oh, looks like you missed a donut from your last binge.”

“I was planning to save it for later,” he admitted. “Gonna be a few days before they can stock up a satisfying amount for me so I thought I’d do my best to save one.”

“Well, it is later,” pointed out Drag as he brought the donut to Gaomon’s muzzled and watched him happily munch it up.

“Yes it is,” he nodded quite happily, making his face jiggle about.

“Oh, before I forget,” added Drag as he pulled out Gaomon’s collar from his pocket. “I got a bigger collar for you to wear. Hopefully this one will last longer than the last few.”

“Fat chance,” giggled Gaomon jokingly. “Part of the fun is eating till my neck fat snaps it off. It’s like a reaching a new milestone of obesity. Guess one thing that hasn’t changed is how much I love to push my own limits.”

“That’s my gluttonous doggy,” smiled Drag as he fitted the new collar onto Gaomon and gave his chins some rubs. Gaomon responded by hugging Drag tightly and gave his rear more gropes.

“Breaking news!” announced the news anchor as the TV show Gaomon had been watching was switched over. “We interrupt this program for a special report! A monster has appeared and is wreaking havoc on the city!”

“Hm?” pondered Gaomon as he turned his attention to the announcement. “What’s going on with the TV?”

“Nothing important,” answered Drag as he recalled that it was around the time Gaomon mentioned they had to prepare to stop some terrible threat. Taking the remote that was kept under one of Gaomon’s fat folds, he turned the TV off. “No sense worrying your fat head over something that has nothing to do with us.”

“Are you sure?” questioned Gaomon as he felt like it was something important that he had to remember. As he thought, he could feel something emerging from deep within him. A shocking realization was coming to him and it was on the tip of his tongue. “I feel like… uh…” A powerful gurgle of hunger from his belly changed his focus and the thought was lost to him. “I feel hungry.”

“That’s what I thought,” chuckled Drag as he petted Gaomon’s head, confident that he was far too deep in fat to ever recall anything of his old life so he could simply focus on his new one of fatty foods and blissful obesity.

“Can we order Chinese today?” he asked with begging eyes. “I think they finally managed to restock since my last call.”

“Of course,” agreed Drag reaching for the phone.

“Oh, and maybe some tacos too,” he added, his appetite without bounds now. “And some ice cream for dessert too!”

“That’s a good Gaomon,” praised Drag as he started to dial. “All you need to worry about is getting bigger and bigger.” Hearing that, Gaomon’s wagged his tiny tail and jiggled his butt. He also leaned in as best he could to give Drag’s cheek a lick. When the phone reached the Chinese restaurant, Drag started to talk into the phone. “Hello. I need to place an order for my hungry puppy…”