This story is one that I did over on my DeviantArt page but feel its equally (if not moreso) fitting here as well!Giggles echoed throughout the warehouse as LadyDevimon strutted towards her prey. It had been a long, hard battle but it was worth it to be in power now as the devilish Digimon stopped, proudly posing with her hands on her hips. “Welcome Renamon. Did you have a nice nap?”

“I wouldn’t call it that.” The yellow fox sassed, writhing in her locks. Never before did Renamon consider that she would lose so easily to this foreign invader. Part of her felt lucky that LadyDevimon didn’t absorb her data then and there though it was awkward to be captive. “Is this all necessary though?” She asked, feeling odd on display as a spotlight illuminated only her prison: a stockade set up just for her. Head and arms locked in the holes, a thick padlock was out of her reach. Even her legs were bolted to the concrete floor, straining to get comfortable on her knees.

“Of course, it is! You’re my brand-new toy.” Renamon cringed as LadyDevimon teased, her leather-bound body circling the stockade, occasionally pinching tufts of fur.

“You sapped me of all my energy before taking me. If you hurt Rika LadyDevimon, I swear!”

“Relax, I didn’t come all this way for her.” She shushed Renamon, putting a nail to her lips. “You’re the one I wanted.” This didn’t sound good for whatever she had planned. “Also, feel free to call me Devi. Not that you’ll have much of a chance to!”

Renamon didn’t like the sound of that as her captor forced her chin up, pushing a part hat over her head with a giggle. There was no time to ask what was happening as the lights flashed overhead one after another. Blinding her for a moment, Renamon sealed her eyes as she slowly let everything come into focus. “Oh…God…”

Dozens of tables filled the warehouse, stretching from wall to wall, as far as she could see from her stockade. What worried her more was that stacked on each one was thick layer cakes, each as tall as Renamon. Devi was happy to showcase them, hoisting one up with her massive hand as she sauntered to Renamon.

“It’s your birthday today.”

“Umm…no it’s not.” Renamon started to panic, trying to ram her paws from the arm holes as Devi dropped a thick strawberry shortcake in front of her.

“Even if it’s not, I prepared all these for you. I can’t let a guest, much less the birthday girl, go without cake. Right?” Renamon scowled, party hat on her head making her less threatening. Devi had no issues with pinching the fox’s nose, hoisting it up as she scooped a handful of cake. “Happy birthday!” She cheered, pushing the thick clump in her toy’s mouth. Renamon chugged it down, all the dessert practically melting in her mouth as it slid down her throat. Letting out a gasp, the second tier of cake was packed tight her gullet followed by the third. Already, with one cake done, Renamon already felt sick.

“Ugh…ack…what the hell is your problem?!” Renamon asked but all she got was a giggle in response. Devi clicked her fingers as the floor opened before the stocks as a conveyor belt rose from the gap. “W-what are you…mmm doing?”

“It’s called efficiency!” Stuck and no chance to back away, each table unloaded its payload onto the conveyor belt. Inch by inch, the next thick tower of sugar approached the unwilling mouth of Renamon. Devi eagerly bounced, waiting for the next platter to stop before her pet. Grabbing another tier with one hand, she pinched Renamon’s nose again.

“Happy Birthday!” Devi cried, pushing the thick raspberry cheesecake down her gullet, disappearing as quickly as it came.

Before she could say anything, Devi grabbed a chocolate mousse cheesecake, shoving it in while she cheered ‘Happy Birthday!”

Next, was a peanut butter and chocolate, and Devi shouted with enthusiasm, "Happy Birthday!"

The one after that, was red velvet cake, "Happy Birthday!"

The fourth cake was carrot, "Happy Birthday!"

The fifth cake was ice cream and cookies, "Happy Birthday!"

The sixth cake, Devi didn't even know what flavor it was, but shoved it in anyway, "Happy Birthday!"

With each cake Renamon was fed with, her stomach expanded and tightened like a balloon with too much air. However, her fullness didn’t last long as her digital body converted it to fat, making room for even more saccharine snacks. Devi was well aware of how her svelte, vixen body was handling the onslaught as she kept the pressure up. As her stomach began to balloon and swell, so too did the rest of her body as Devi could feel Renamon’s face swell to the touch. Stuffing her captive in auto drive, she ogled the billowing butt cheeks making her fox wider. All the while, her limbs bulged, her wrists tightly wedged now in the stocks as her neck blimped an extra chin.

“You’re growing at such a lovely pace Renaton!”

“Mmfhffmfmf!”

“More cake? Okay!” Devi was happy to oblige her pet, pushing a peanut butter Nutella cake into the hungry pie-hole. “Happy Birthday!”

There wasn’t much Renamon could do except eat, swallowing down each dose of cake in hopes it was the last. Forced to look up for hours on end, everything ached: throat on fiery, nose sore from Devi’s grip, tongue numb from sugar. Finally, she heard the pitiful moan from her captor.

“Is…that it?” Devi released her, she looked down to see there wasn’t a crumb left of cake. Cringing, she couldn’t make out how her body looked but just from the weight bearing down on her, Renamon was happy not to know the answer. “I feel like I’m *HURRRAAP* going to *hic* explode.”

“No no, nothing like that,” Devi knelt before her toy, petting her mockingly. “I’m not going to let you eek your way out of my games.”

“My throat…is it…too much to ask for some water?”

“I have some milk. How’s that?” Renamon gave a small nod. She just wanted to clean her mouth, wash away the remnants of cake. To her horror again, Devi whipped up a tremendous baby bottle, easily holding ten gallons as she pushed the nipple to her mouth. “Come on, open wide! This is how baby’s get their nourishment!”

“I’m not a YEOUCH!” Devi didn’t ask for sass, pinching a tuft of ass fat to make her scream. Thrusting it in, tipping it up, the thick creamy contents sloshed down her throat. “*GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG*” Renamon’s fullness was kicked into overdrive, milk not helping her bloating whatsoever.

“That’s right. Drink it allllll up my little Renaton! Once we’re done here, I’ll get your next treat.”

“Neschglugluglugtweammffh?!”

“Yep! I hope you love cookies. I got a shipping container full of chocolate chocolate chip.” Renamon groaned as half the bottle emptied down her gullet, flapping her hands in desperation while writhing in the stocks. She could only pray for salvation. For someone to save her.