Takato noticed Guilmon getting a little chubby around the corners and decided to put him on a diet. Impmon has other plans for Guilmon, however...

This is a commission for my friend  Jaykar. Thanks! This was super fun to write and thank you for getting me into Digimon.

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Breadbound Guilmon
By Jollyguts

“Ohhh… What is a diet, Takato?” said the nasally, high-pitched voice of a chubby Guilmon.

Though chubby was quite the understatement; the red and white dinosaur Digimon stood with a wide gait, sporting a bloated, swinging belly filled to the brim with two-foot-long baguettes. His corpulent gut curved outwards unapologetically taut with several meals’ worth of bread - a result of an unchallenged, indulgent, and delicious appetite. The peak of his belly reached his knees, where the giant globe of lard permanently rested, pushing his stubby legs so far apart that walking was becoming a challenge. The supple, malleable flesh bounced and wobbled at the slightest movement, returning to rest only when Guilmon’s body came to a complete halt. This idle state of restfulness was becoming increasingly common for the pudgy creature.

His legs sported the excess blubber as well. His thick thighs would brush against the corners of doorframes that he previously had no issue traversing. His flabby tail carelessly bulldozed anything behind him as he shuffled forward. His knees felt the weight of his body, the joints rattling if he walked too far. His hamstrings and calves remained sore just from walking to and from his humble abode in the park. Before long, he would have trouble even fitting through the gates of the long-abandoned shack.

And yet he ate whatever was placed in front of him.

Guilmon’s arms had mostly escaped the disastrous bloating that enveloped his fatty body. Though they still sported a healthy layer of flab, these front limbs were like little twigs in comparison. For the last few months, the only workout they received was when he was stuffing his face with more and more bread.

Guilmon found himself constantly hungry these days, and there was plenty of food to be had. In fact, his mouth was watering at this very moment - he could smell white, fluffy, scrumptious bread. His favorite, and his trainer knew it.

His trainer, a young man named Takato, sported a thick hoodie and matching sock hat thanks to the creeping winter weather. He stood looking down at Guilmon with a thick sack wrapped around his shoulder filled with two stacks of bread wrapped in a scarf to keep them warm. The scent of two dozen croissants wafted in the air, ready for the Digimon to consume. Immediately, the Digimon’s gluttonous instincts activated and he began to salivate. He patiently waited, licking his long maw excitedly.

Takato couldn’t look Guilmon in the eyes, and instead shook his head, frowning, and trapped in deep thought.

“Takato, did I make you sad?” Guilmon said, tilting his head innocently.

The human sighed and gave a fake grin. “No, Guilmon. I just… I just need you to eat a little less, okay? That is what a diet is.”

Guilmon’s brow shivered and he went a bit still. “Eat less? But why?”

“I - I don’t know Guilmon! Ugh…” he paused for a second, looking at the sack around his shoulders. Takato kicked the dirt at the entrance of Guilmon’s humble abode, trying to find some way of changing the conversation but ultimately decided it was best to be truthful to his long-time friend. “You are getting a little fat, Guilmon.”

“Fat?” Guilmon simply repeated, pondering what the word meant.

Takato continued, “You are getting way too big. People are starting to notice. They ask me what I am feeding you. I mean look at you! We need to slim you down some.”

“Oh…” Guilmon said sorrowfully. His lip pulled with a cry, but he stifled it as Takato held his chubby cheeks in the palms of his hands.

“It will be okay, Guilmon. We will start running tomorrow. You’ll be better before you know it!” Takato said, patting the heartbroken Digimon on the top of his head.

Takato was sad as well - Guilmon could tell. Takato gulped and fished around his sack for two croissants. He placed both into Guilmon’s hands. The dino looked up at him, confused.

“Two?” Guilmon said, sniffing the bread and shivering. “But what about twenty? You always give me at least twenty!”

Takato chuckled and exclaimed, “I’m surprised you can even count that high, Guilmon.”

Guilmon held the two fluffy croissants tightly as Takato rose back to his full height and opened the gate to the park. The Digimon sat on his hindquarters, his rear spreading wide on the cold, stone floor. His stomach pressed firmly onto the floor, and his gut pushed his growing moobs higher. His bulging throat nearly touched the top of his chest. With the swiftness of a one-two punch combo, Guilmon opened his giant maw and swallowed both croissants whole. His stomach grumbled, expecting more, but there was no more.

Takato watched from the doorway, breathing a tad shaky from the sight of Guilmon. He turned away when Guilmon finished and said, “I’ll be back early tomorrow. Rest up, Guilmon! You’ll need it for the run as soon as the sun rises, okay?”

Guilmon placed both of his hands on the crest of his stomach, still not entirely too sure what Takato meant by he was ‘fat’. What he did understand though was the grumbling in his belly. He was still hungry - he had grown used to eating until he was about to pop for the last several months. Takato had always fed him like this. What changed?

Guilmon nodded his head, honestly a bit excited to get to doing something a bit more physically challenging again. Smiling, he said, “Okay!”

That brightened up Takato’s mood. The human gave a quick thumbs-up and turned, hiking back to his apartment. As soon as he was a safe distance away, Guilmon began to sob.

Minutes passed when Guilmon’s high-pitched, nasally voice bawled in the empty park. Did he hurt Takato’s feelings? He still didn’t entirely understand what ‘fat’ even was. The Digimon looked down at the epicenter of the smooth curvature of his gut. He placed his hands on his love handles, lifting the weighty, malleable flesh, and let it fall. He watched it jiggle until it was stagnant again. Then, he rubbed his aching stomach - it groaned, used to eating ten times the amount he just had.

The Digimon could not understand this concept. All he saw were pieces of bread and getting bigger. And bigger meant better. Stronger. Sure, he was getting a bit slow and he couldn’t walk as far as he used to… and he slept a lot. And ate a lot. In any case, he would do anything to make Takato happier. If making him happier meant that he wasn’t ‘fat’, then so be it!

Guilmon’s stomach roared after this resolution. The red and white Digimon rose to his feet and began to walk along the long, twisting park walkways to distract himself from his hunger.

It didn’t help. Each step was a struggle - a constant reminder of his growling, hungering belly. The short jaunt did not last long until he curled on the cold, cement ground and began sobbing again. He murmured to himself, “How am I going to make Takato happy if I can’t even survive one night without more bread?”

Guilmon’s bat-wing-like ears rose as he heard faint whistling from down the park walkways. He looked into the bushes, where he saw the tiny, green flora rustling. Then his heart fluttered - he smelled bread. Warm, steaming-hot bread! His mouth began to water, and his nose flared.

“Whataya crying about now, big guy?!” shouted a familiar voice with a quirky, New York accent.

“Oh…” Guilmon said begrudgingly. Immediately, his mood soured.

Impmon dashed out of the bushes and gave a wonderful flourish of his arms and a bow to greet him. A massive sack of bread swung around his shoulder and dragged along the ground. When Impmon rose back up to meet Guilmon head-level, he smirked devilishly at Guilmon’s frown.

“Happy to see your ol’ pal, ay?” Impmon said, wrapping his arm around Guilmon’s thick neck and patting him on the back. The impish creature ensured that Guilmon's flesh wiggled at every one of his slaps. Impmon noticed his tremendous weight gain and grinned from ear to ear. He creature continued, “Can’t say you look too eager to eat tonight! You’re carrying more baggage than a city airport. Cat got your tongue? Speak up!”

Guilmon twisted his head in confusion, “I’m carrying baggage?”

Impmon rolled his eyes and stepped in front of Guilmon so he could get a good, looooong look at how chubby he had gotten like a prized pig. Snickering, Impmon exclaimed, “I’m just saying you have a lot of eh… character.”

Guilmon’s face brightened up and he said, “Ohhhh! I like a lot of character!”

“Yeah you do, big guy!” Impmon squeezed Guilmon’s chubby cheeks in the palms of his hands. “So, why don’t you sit down, relax, and take a load off with a bunch of this delicious bread I just found? Turns out a lot of the restaurants around here pay Digimon to take leftovers to the hungry folk in need.”

“You’re doing good for the community now, Impmon?” Guilmon said innocently with a glittering smile.

“NO!” Impmon screamed, angry that someone would suggest such a thing. Then, as he calmed, a sinister plot formed in his mind. Guilmon is a trash bin for food. He’d eat anything. He could bring Guilmon all the food that he could carry and make a fortune. Snickering, he said, “Er… yes. I am doing good for the community! So why don’t you take some of this food and enjoy yourself?”

Guilmon looked away and frowned. “Takato told me not to eat anything else tonight.”

Impmon shook his head, clenching his fist tight, “No, no, no, NO! When you have to eat, you have to eat! What do you mean he told ya not to eat notin’?”

Guilmon shrugged and said, “He told me I’m fat.”

Impmon’s brow raised. He looked up and down at the flabby creature before him. He was the fattest thing he’s seen since last Tuesday’s eating contest at the festival. “Fat? You’re not fat! What do you mean you’re fat?”

“I don’t really know, honestly,” Guilmon answered, shoulders relaxing.

“And are you hungry right now?” Impmon said, stuffing the bag of bread closer to Guilmon’s snout.

“Er…” Guilmon grumbled, a hint of saliva appearing from the side of his mouth. His stomach growled audibly, and it took all the willpower he had to hold himself back from stuffing all of its contents in his mouth.

“Yeah, you are! Just look at ya! You’re nearly begging for more food. So what’s it matter?! Eat up, big guy!” Impmon shouted gleefully. He took off the bag and tossed it toward Guilmon where the bread peeked out of its pocket.

Guilmon grabbed hold of a long sourdough loaf - its length was as long as his very arm. He held it firmly, feeling its warmth against his chest. He gulped down a huge supply of saliva that had built up in his jaws and huffed as he thought about eating it again and again.

“A little bite won’t hurt!” He said innocently, stuffing half of the loaf down his throat before chewing it ravenously.

Impmon’s heart fluttered to his chest as Guilmon began to scarf down the loaf. He watched the dino plop backward onto his rear, the impact shaking his entire body like a water mattress. His wild, green eyes almost seemed to grin as he surveyed the gluttonous creature. What was this feeling he had right now?!

Guilmon quivered with enjoyment at the first taste. Then came another taste. Then another. A “little bite” turned into a whole meal, where he consumed several loaves of bread within minutes. As he indulged in his feast, his belly began to swell, stretching his red scales taut. With each gulp, his contented signs mixed with an occasional burp, signaling Impmon that he was not close to stopping. Crumbs scattered around the cement park walkway, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Guilmon grappled his overstuffed belly and reclined back, feeling the warmth and fullness settle in. The bread made him cozy, and sleepy. Guilmon eyed the bag, contemplating whether to sneak another bite.

Impmon grew impatient with his arms folded across his chest. He pulled out another fresh loaf of fresh white bread, the aroma wafting through the air and catching Guilmon by surprise. Impmon growled, “C’mon meatface! Don’t just lie there! I brought you more bread!”

“Yay! More!” Guilmon exclaimed, his enthusiasm making his belly jiggle.

Impmon grinned and tossed the loaf to the loafing Guilmon. With a gleeful, toothy grin, the dino opened his maw wide, devouring it nearly whole in one bite. The heavy mouthful of food rounded out his throat, then down his stomach, stretching the supple flesh wide. The soft dome of his gut jutted out prominently, stretching his red scales taut as a drum. The scales shimmered in the moonlight, glossy with sweat. With another bite, another loaf was gone. The skin appeared slightly flush - red from the overwhelming push of food. Every breath caused his belly to rise and fall, but he didn’t mind. It was a cozy feeling. The bread wrapped him with the warmth of satisfaction. Guilmon glanced up at the sky, hiding a burp under his breath.

“Guilmon, I declare here and now that you won’t see another night without a tummy full of food!” Impmon shouted over the sounds of grotesque slobber and swallowing.

“Really? Oh yeah!” The plump dino celebrated by slumping flat onto his back on the cold cement, stomach sloshing after him a second afterward. He grinned from ear to ear, warmed by the intense flourish of food digesting in the swollen depths of his gut.

To Impmon’s surprise, he heard the fat oaf immediately begin to snore. “No way -” he whispered, edging up to the fatty and spotting his closed eyes and swollen cheeks. How decadent - Impmon could use this blubbering idiot to gain some serious bills! Always testing his boundaries, Impmon crouched down and pressed his index finger into the dino’s chubby belly. The press surprisingly had little give as if he were filled to the brim like a pressurized can.

“Nice working with ya, pal!” Impmon whispered before leaving Guilmon to peacefully rest. “See ya tomorrow… hehe!”

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“Guilmon! You can do it! Just one last stretch!” Takato called from across the park’s opening of trees. The human crouched low, thighs parallel to the ground with his arms outstretched in a preemptive hug.

Clambering out of the bushes came a barreling rhino of a Digimon. His cheeks had become well-rounded in blubber, sagging inches off of his face with pure, jiggling lard. His jaws hung open wide as he heaved for breath. His neck had developed a porky second chin, where a layer of glistening sweat hid under its deep crevices. As he lumbered forward with a weak run where any grandma could outpace him, each of his steps shook his entire hopelessly obese body.

Each time he landed on his not-so-dextrous feet, his moobs shook with the wild physics of a Dead or Alive Beach Volleyball game. His cleavage was drenched in a river of sweat. Underneath the giant honkers of moobs was his monstrous paunch. With each of his footfalls, it slapped audibly on his thighs. From the beginning of its curvature on his chest to his crotch was a pure ball of fat. His arms had lost all definition and instead sported a wide, flabby, and wrinkly bulge from his underarms. The complete lack of muscle definition gave him a peaceful and harmless look. There was no reason for a creature to be this rotund beyond its desire to consume everything in sight. And that was exactly what Guilmon had done.

Two months had passed since the start of his diet and training routine - wake up, practice some calisthenics, and then run a lap around the park. But it was not enough. Takato never pushed him, nor did he question why his Digimon had bloated out tremendously in such a short amount of time. The only thing he cared about was the giant smile on Guilmon’s face as he lumbered over to him.

Guilmon felt as if he were about to drop. He was going to impress Takato in any way he thought was possible and that meant getting through this workout. But all this running was doing only one thing: making him hungrier.

Guilmon rushed forward, stomping giant footsteps in the dirt. With his thick tail thrashing behind him, he wobbled over to Takato and collapsed on top of the human.

“Guilmon!” Takato grunted, feeling hundreds of pounds of fatty dino distribute all around him. Immediately, his arms were locked between a meaty pile of fat and the dirt. He tried to push Guilmon off but couldn’t find the strength to do so. Then his air supply quickly started to deteriorate. Red-faced, he tried to kick his legs to try to assist but could only find himself pushing against more of Guilmon’s monstrously obese frame. Then he felt a rumble - the earthquake that radiated from the center of the glutton’s stomach. His skin curled as he felt the belly cry out for food, and then frowned.

“Oh - Takato!” Guilmon shouted, quickly rolling onto his side to release the poor human. His rear plopped onto the ground as he twisted his giant body. His left leg hiked up with blubber, no longer able to touch the ground while lying at this angle. His thighs had become pancakes that were stacked too high to do something like that again.

Takato pulled himself to his feet while leaning against Guilmon’s stomach. His hair was frizzled, yet he held a blush and a grin. He eyed the creature lying before him and sighed. “You are double the weight you were a few months ago Guilmon.”

“Guess I just like to eat!” The Digimon responded with a cute, and fatty, grin.

Takato shrugged and began to say, “I don’t m-” before being interrupted by a shock of laughter.

About a hundred feet away, two more humans held their chests and pointed at the pair in the grass. Kenta and Hirokazu stepped closer, just as red-faced as Takato himself. Guilmon looked at Takato questionably and asked, “Takato, what’s wrong?”

Takato hesitantly walked over to the other two and whispered to each of them. They nodded their heads together. Guilmon tilted his head, trying to listen in but it was clear that they were talking about something important.

Takato then turned to face Guilmon and exclaimed, “Good workout, Guilmon! I will be right back. I have business to take care of. Meet me back at the apartment, okay?”

Guilmon’s smile faded as he saw his best friend leave with the other two humans. Nodding toward the little shack in the forest park, he pondered what else he wanted to do with the rest of his day. But what he found inside his little abode returned a bright grin to his face.

“Ay, big guy!” Impmon said, spinning a card in his fingers while lounging on Guilmon’s bed, “Lookie what I got here~”

He held the card toward Guilmon, who tilted his head and muttered innocently, “I can’t read, Impmon.”

Annoyed, the tiny imp grumbled to himself and stood to his feet. He wrapped his tiny arm around Guilmon’s broad back and exclaimed, “It is a coupon for an all-you-can-eat buffet! You’ll be able to eat aaaaaaanything you want… and then some.”

“All you can eat?” Guilmon croaked eagerly. His thick tail waggled behind him lazily. It was closer akin to waving a thick two-by-four; all of the muscle was gone. What remained was a thick, scaly limb that bloated nearly into a sphere. The aspiring pig continued with a hint of slobber trailing down his chubby cheek, “I am hungry now!”

“Figures,” Impmon said, trailing his finger across Guilmon’s scaly back. He hopped on top of the dino, finding his rear comfortably padded against the dino’s fatty hide. Impmon leaned over and massaged the malleable flesh along Guilmon’s back in the palm of his hand. The soft, blubbery hide yielded to his touch like butter, and he spread the jiggling adipose wide. “I’ll lead ya to the joint, buckeroo! Then you can really enjoy yourself. How does that sound?”

Guilmon faced toward the doorway, slobbering and swallowing gulpfuls of saliva. Just imagining food was making him hungry. With a leading kick on his haunches, Impmon led him forward. His thighs nearly brushed the sides of the shack as he exited to the outside. The sun glared down on the two, and Guilmon immediately felt exhausted having just run moments ago. His leg’s strides were short and arduously labored, and he stomped with each mighty step to propel himself forward. The juicy meat hung loosely from his thighs, wobbling with each step. Each time he raised his leg, his thighs came into contact with his gut and forced even more weight on his muscles with each step. Sweat covered his scales despite the chilly beginnings of a winter breeze.

“Come on you slug!” Impmon exclaimed as they entered the busy city streets, “The food will be cold by the time we get there!”

Guilmon panted heavily, throat dry and tongue waggling out of his mouth. Only the valiant goal to stuff himself with more food guided this journey, though it wasn’t long until he could smell food wafting in the wind. Buttered potatoes, baked goods, and meats sizzling on a grill filled his Takato. “Mmmm…” the dino growled nasally. His inquisitive taste buds immediately flared at the thought of gorging himself.

“Caught the scent ay?” Impmon chuckled to himself. He felt the Digimon’s pace start to speed up now. He got to the point where he was chugging along, much faster than the stride he had while running earlier. “Whoa there, boy!” Impmon said, tying his arms around Guilmon’s neck to stay latched onto his wide back.

It did not take long until Guilmon and Impmon stopped in front of a fairly humble building that vastly differed from the rest of the tall, city towers creeping over it. It was in a market square alongside a spa, a place to tan, and a little building for everyone looking for a beautiful manicure. It was the lap of luxury and indulgence. At the center of it all was the buffet - and Guilmon immediately knew it was the buffet despite not being able to read. He sniffed the air, and he was instantly in love.

“Bread!” Guilmon shouted before stomping toward the open doors. He pushed several humans aside, all of whom screamed bloody murder and ran far away from the horrifying creature.

Impmon grimaced and held on tight, surprised that such a fatso could walk so fast. But hey, food was involved. He should have expected this coming!

Guilmon dashed through the long waiting line in the entryway, pushing away the dividers that kept people from skipping the line with his hungry snout. Impmon hopped off of Guilmon’s back as soon as they drew near the cashier. All of the humans waiting patiently looked taken aback at their ravenous entrance, but the cashier, a short and plump, blond, elderly woman with red cheeks and a bright smile, bowed and said, “Hello dearies!”

“Got a little gift for ya, beautiful~,” Impmon said, looking toward the crowd of angry patrons with a wide grin. He slipped the coupon to the cashier and winked toward a red-faced bald biker who looked like he was about to pop with anger.

“Oh~ such a charmer!” The aged woman cooed while taking the slip of paper from Impmon. “Go right ahead, you two! Digimon are always welcome here.”

Impmon then changed his attention toward Guilmon, whose tail quickly slithered around the corner and toward the baking section. Eyes wide, Impmon waved to the crowd of humans and winked at the cashier smugly. “Don’t spend it all in one place, sweet-cheeks!” He promptly ran off - the biker looked like he was about to dart after him.

Humans and Digimon filled the buffet, sharing a space that would have otherwise never existed years ago. Some of the Digimon with longer limbs and dextrous hands even made some of the food as well! Along the tables sat creatures of all shapes and sizes. Servers continuously asked if the patrons needed refills or if they needed a change of silverware or plates. The smell was intoxicating; chocolate fudge, cheesy pizza, noodles, Mexican, fruits, spicy peppers, and so much more made even Impmon a little hungry. But most of all, the scent of dough filled the air. They had just arrived when the bakers had brought out several loaves of bread, much to Guilmon’s favor. The smell alone incited a rain of slobber down the corpulent dino’s maw. It was then that Impmon realized his job was done. The fatso would do the rest of the work for him.

“Over here, big guy!” An elderly human said with graying hair and sharp, tanned, leathery skin. He wore a clean suit and tie despite his outwardly rugged exterior. His bulky arms carried a giant metal trough about as wide as a tall child through the bustling buffet. Guilmon’s crimson nose perked up at a spicy scent wafting from the massive bucket. His thick tail wagged as well as it could as the old man placed the trough on the ground. Several Digimon whose bodies were shaped in a less-than-humanoid form or were missing opposable thumbs gathered around to eat their fill.

Guilmon hurried over, pressed his thick body between the similarly starved Digimon, and started eating. This food was more or less slop of a higher and fresher quality. But Guilmon did not care - upon the first taste he was in love.

The dino’s long tongue lapped through the bunched-up food to the warm, metallic bottom of the trough to get a big mouthful. When he retrieved the food back into his long maw, his taste buds instantly flared with hints of chili, onion, paprika powder, and a dash of pepper. Mixed in with dozens of leftover meat were bread sprinkles to make it heftier and all of it was watered down with warm, buttery gravy.

“Hey!” Impmon belted out with a bitter screech toward the old man, “We don’t eat off the floor like some sorta animals! Get us a table ya old slouch!”

The old man looked genuinely concerned and bowed with a frown. “Sorry, sirs,” he directed Impmon to a bustling open square of booths and individual tables with an open arm, “Right this way. If you would kindly follow me…”

Guilmon wasn’t paying attention to the conversation happening right beside him. His sole focus was on eating, and although the food in front of him was a hodgepodge of unidentifiable meats and baked goods, it was still food - and for that, Guilmon was happy. Instead, much like a pig scarfing down a few meal’s worth of food in a single sitting, ate whatever was in front of him. It wasn’t until he felt a pull on his tail that he released his face from the mountain of food.

“What is it that you need, Impmon?” Guilmon said, twisting his head to the side.

Impmon rolled his eyes, “Follow me, you twat! I’ll get you the real food.”

Guilmon’s eyes glimmered in the fluorescent light and a huge smile stretched across his face. “Real food? I have been eating fake food?”

“Just keep up the pace, ya hungry loaf…” Impmon said while following the older man. At first, Impmon thought this man was a cook but quickly realized that he was a waiter. He was quick on his feet despite his age - it was difficult to keep up with him, especially in Guilmon’s case. The quick jog to the other side of the buffet was beginning to tire him despite the frequent runs that Takato had accustomed him to. It was all thanks to Impmon’s devious feedings.

They happened upon a booth a little ways away from the other humans. The patrons who had already settled in the surrounding chairs and tables eyed the two Digimon with questionable stares. “Here are your chairs, sirs…” the elderly waiter said with another courteous bow, “You may call me Erick if you need anything.”

Guilmon struggled to get onto the chair. His front-heavy shape and his thick tail were difficult enough to get into the seat, let alone being several pounds overweight. His stomach bumped into the table several times as he tried to settle in, and the poor waiter even had to assist by pushing and pulling the rotund creature by his legs and shoulders.

Erick’s smokey, thin hair appeared frizzled as he continued, trying to ignore what just occurred, “Ehem! What is it that you would like to drink?”

Impmon slipped onto the wide cushioned chair much like a toddler. He sat, head-level with the top of the table. BWAAAAMP! The Digimon slammed his fist on the table loudly and proudly yelled, “A chocolate shake for me and the big guy over there!”

Guilmon twisted his head in confusion, “Chocolate shake?”

“Oh yes, Guilmon…” Impmon snickered as the waiter noted in a small journal, “Once you try it you’ll never go back. Think you can do that for me, pops?”

Erick shrugged and exclaimed with a smile, “I don’t see why not! We have an endless chocolate fountain, chocolate candies, chocolate cake, and even some chocolate strawberries!” The waiter looked toward Guilmon, whose belly pressed firmly against the edge of the table. “Though I don’t suppose you two will be eating much fruit, covered in chocolate or not.”

Impmon raised a finger and confidently spouted, “Ah! I did just think of something else you can do, servant!” Erick’s brow furrowed as he was addressed as such but remained composure. The Digimon continued with a grin, feeding off of the human’s anger, “As you can see here - we are a little stuck at the moment. Yes… no room at all to get in and out of these pesky chairs. I believe a delivery service is in order!”

The server sighed and his face plummeted to the ground in defeat. Shoulders slack, he groaned, “Yes, sirs. We offer the service to those who need assistance. We can hand-deliver whatever you desire to this table.”

The patrons around the two Digimon started whispering to each other, unaware of exactly what was happening. However, one thing was clear - Guilmon was fat. The humans all eyed the red dino’s stomach drooping over the top of the table and pondered who its owner was.

Impmon clapped his hands and exclaimed, “I am glad we have agreed!” He settled back, relaxed into the booth across from Guilmon, and eyed the fatty barely able to fit inside with a hungry grin. “Well, chop-chop! What are you waiting for? Get our shakes and food - er - Erick!”

The elderly man shrugged his shoulders. “But-”

“Na, uh-uh!” Impmon cackled, “I already know what you are thinking of. What do we want to eat? Well, I have an answer for ya pal: everything. Just grab and go. Trust me, this guy sitting across from me is a real garbage dump.”

Guilmon groaned, his stomach tightly lodged between the back of the chair and the table. He blinked blankly and repeated, “Garbage dump?”

Erick decided it was best not to argue. “I will return shortly, sirs.”

Impmon nodded as the human scurried off to who-knows-where to gather their shakes and food. They returned several minutes later with a rocking metal cart. It was the type of insulated cart found in a hospital - about as tall as a human with around a dozen slots to put food in and keep warm. Within its compartments were wide trays of various foods from all around the buffet lines. Erick paid little attention to what he grabbed from the buffet.

“Mmmm~” Guilmon hummed to himself as the scents of meats, desserts, and baked goods wafted into the air, “Smells delicious!”

Impmon leaned back into his chair lazily and got abominably comfortable. Stretching his back and yawning, he spat toward the waiter, “Yeah! Just roll it right there… Perfect. Now, place a couple of those trays on the table for us… Good~”

Erick rolled his eyes. Firstly, he placed a basket of a dozen rolls slathered with butter on the table. Guilmon’s eyes widened and was in love already. The red dino leaned forward, soft belly splaying out on the table like a pancake, and swiped the entire feast of bread to himself. “Mmmrrffghhh~” Guilmon muttered loudly, carefree of the looks the guests around him were giving. He inserted each hefty morsel gladly onto his tongue, where the butter instantly gave the meal an addicting allure on his tastebuds. He hardly chewed each one before heavily swallowing it with a satisfied grunt.

Impmon cackled as an entire feast was spread out before him. There were ribs nearly slipping off of their bones and slathered with spicy barbecue, garlic mashed potatoes swimming in gravy and butter, a hefty gallon of chocolate pudding with whipped cream and sprinkles, spicy jambalaya with shrimp, chicken, and sausage, and so, so much more. The devilish creature’s mouth watered and he temporarily forgot about his figure.

He slipped the pudding close to him until the side of the bowl was pressed firmly against his belly. “Dessert first - better to get that sugar rush early so the rest of the meal slides down quickly!” Impmon shouted before splattering his entire face into the bowl. The whipped cream clung to his face, and he suckled the chocolate and pure sugar into his hungering gullet with fervor.

Guilmon opened his maw wide, lifted the basket of rolls above his head, and tipped the rest into his ravenous maw. His sharp fangs tore through the bread like a blender, and a sudden voracious hunger grew in him. Butter dribbled down the sides of his cheeks and onto his bulbous chest. Crumbs sprinkled over his entire front and onto his lap. And yet he did not care in the world - the hungry dino spotted bread pudding with chocolate chips, cinnamon, and custard.

The fatty struggled to drag the entire pan over to him. He was forced to rock himself forward a few times to gain the momentum to move his bloated body far enough to stuff himself with even more food. The shiny hint of sweat began to puddle on the top of his head - this was certainly hard work after all. Breath a little shaky from the rapid intake of food, Guilmon paused for a second to take a deep breath and let out a subtle burp. He then leaned back, placed the bread pudding on his giant gut, and began clawing it out with his bare hands and consuming it rapidly. He paused only to take breaths, burp, or bask in the sweet and savory dish.

Erick bowed and smiled, “I hope the meals are to your satisfaction?”

Guilmon gargled as he swallowed a cheddar biscuit a tad too quickly and threw a thumbs up to the server. He smiled, cheeks fat with a face full of food and blubber.

Impmon shrugged and lied, “Eh, I’ve had better service. Is this all buffets are? I don’t know, pops. I expected more.”

The human lifted a gloved finger to pause Impmon. “Ah, but wait!” He said. Gleefully, Erick fished around in the cart and procured two massive shakes, nearly an entire gallon each, and slammed both hefty drinks down in front of the Digimon. The weight of the shakes rattled the plates and silverware. “Wash down your meal with these, sirs~”

Guilmon instantly swiped the shake and began inhaling it down. His stomach audibly gurgled now, confused as to what was being placed in its delicate interior. The chocolate shake coated his throat, bulged out his stomach, and yet enticed him to eat more. Hidden in the shake were speckles of an appetite-enhancement powder. After draining down half of the shake, the red dino’s belly stretched wide.

The poor legs of the wide buffet chair beneath Guilmon’s fat ass began to whine. His globular, soft rear bulged wide enough to where the tops of his thighs pressed against the table. His gut regularly jutted forward nearly two feet around him and then some. It wasn’t long until his underbelly would finally consume his knees, especially if he kept eating like this. Before he came to the buffet, his middle was soft, wobbly, and malleable. Now, it was becoming much heavier and taut as a drum. Each meal he pressed into his throat cemented his fate in stone - it was clear that he had no intention of stopping this voracious glutting until he was full, but that state was never determined. Guilmon’s appetite was becoming endless, especially at the sight of baked goods that never seemed to stop being presented and sequentially pressed into his face.

But that did not mean that Impmon was ignoring the feast either. He was only a couple of feet tall, but he packed in an entire ham, pudding, and nearly all of the shake in one go. “Ugh~” Impmon groaned, placing both hands on his swollen middle, “I think I’m stuffed. What about you, Guilmon?”

Guilmon groaned, unable to muster the strength to find words. The red dino’s back fat splattered against the back of the buffet chair and dropped over its top. He sat as wide as he was tall with his gut firmly placed on top of the table. He was stuck there, lodged between the table and the chair. It was like a spectacle that could be found at a fair or a display in a museum - even Impmon was finding it difficult to accept just how fat Guilmon was getting. And he didn’t seem to care in the slightest. A big grin stretched across his face as he cradled his stomach like a trophy. It was about all he could do because his fat trunk-like legs couldn’t find purchase on the ground.

Guilmon was covered from head to tail in refuse from whatever missed his mouth. He glistened with sweat, gravy, condiments, and cheese. His great belly inflated and deflated with air, so bloated that the guests around him thought he could pop if he took too big of a breath. It was a rather calming sight to see such a glutted creature post-meal. The grin on Guilmon’s face was warming, if it wasn’t so concerning as well.

“Alright, big guy,” Impmon said, gathering strength to shuffle out of the buffet table, “We gotta get you back to your apartment.” He shifted slowly out of the chair to avoid making himself sick. He had glutted himself to the point where he could feel his barrel of a belly wobble with each movement. It wouldn’t be long until he looked like his fat dino companion.

The imp’s feet clomped onto the floor a bit heavier than he was used to. He turned back at the mess spread out on the table before them and his heart raced. “Did we really eat all that?” he whispered to himself.

Guilmon didn’t look like he was going to move easily. Erick had excused himself and started working on other customers a long time ago. Impmon sighed and cracked his neck and fingers. “Ohhh boy… let’s get going, Guilmon.”

“Just… just let me sleep…” Guilmon groaned, eyes rapidly losing focus as lethargy hit him.

Impmon put his hands to his sides and nodded his head, “Nope. We gotta get out of here. Now.”

“Ugh…” Guilmon’s stomach gave a sickish sloshing sound and he let out a loud burp. He wasn’t moving.

“Alright. We’ll do this the hard way…”

It took about twenty minutes for the small imp to get the dino out of there. “Freaking… GET OUT!!!” Impmon growled, red-faced and sweat trailing down his cheeks.

He grabbed Guilmon’s tail and pulled. The fat creature’s belly clamped against the top of the table like a boulder. Guilmon tried to help by lifting his body with his stubby arms but could barely lift himself an inch. His stomach was awkward and shifted constantly in whatever direction he didn’t want it to go. Impmon pushed against the fatty folds of Guilmon’s belly until his arms were completely enveloped in red fatty scales. But there was progress, if ever so slight, in getting the glutton out of the chair.

Guilmon rolled to the side, body sloshing like an over-inflated water balloon, until the table curled under his weight. Red-faced and with muscles screaming for him to stop, Guilmon mustered the strength to pop out of the buffet table with a final pull against the back of the chair and the buffet table. “Got it, Impmon!” he cheered happily.

“Oh thank f-” Impmon started to say before he saw the dino wobbling before him. The glutton was completely off balance but held his hands wide for a hug.

“Thank you, friend!” Guilmon shouted, wrapping his arms around the overfed imp and lifting him off his legs as if he were as light as a feather.

Impmon got a faceful of lard. It was soft against his cheeks, like lying on a mattress made of clouds. But it was completely overwhelming. “HHHRRPHGHH!” he screamed into Guilmon’s belly, “LEETTT GOOOO!”

“Oh okay~” Guilmon said innocently.

Impmon plopped onto his feet and his hand immediately went to his throat to catch his breath. He coughed angrily but that didn’t last long. His cheeks were as red as a tomato, and he couldn’t hide the grin stretched across his cheeks.

“You know, Guilmon…” Impmon muttered before stopping himself. “No, never mind.”

Guilmon twisted his head and asked, “What is it, Impmon?”

The imp shook his head abruptly and growled, “Let’s get out of here.”

The two exited with more than enough eyes on them to wager they were going to be the talk of the buffet for the next few days. With each mighty step, Guilmon’s body wobbled with thick lard. His hide looked to have been inflated with an extra layer of armor, but in reality it was just horribly distended with food. He struggled to keep up, unable to fully lift his legs because of his vast belly trapping the limbs under a heavy ball of weight.

Four times Guilmon had to stop to take a break on their mighty trek back to Takato’s apartment. He fell onto his rear every time, pausing to catch his breath and massage his belly. “Another cramp…” Guilmon groaned, his fingers digging deep into the fatty flesh to gather some form of relief.

Impmon looked up to the sky to the sun rapidly falling underneath the horizon. He yelled, “We gotta get you back before your ape-trainer runs another tantrum! Come on, get off your butt and let's go!”

“I think I’m going to rest for tonight…”

Impmon’s heart dropped as he saw Guilmon’s blubbery face hit the floor. He fell belly-first onto the pavement and his great tummy inflated and deflated with a loud snore.

“No!” The chubby imp shouted, slapping the glutton on the back. There was no response. Guilmon was completely out. If he wasn’t back at Takato’s before sunrise, there was no way that he would allow him to go to a buffet again.

A family of four walked down the street - a couple with two children. A young boy pulled a creaky red wagon behind him with a wheel that needed WD40 years ago. He skipped innocently alongside his family before seeing Impmon and screaming.

Impmon sprinted toward him, arms wide and with a crazed face. “BWAAAAAA!” he screamed directly in his face.

“Monster!” the young boy screamed and his family ran away, leaving the old wagon behind.

Impmon clapped his hands and brushed off his shoulders for his good work. After rewarding himself with self-indulgent praise, he looked toward Guilmon and sighed. “Now for the hard part…”

~~~

An hour passed and the sun had vanished. What little light radiated off the cold moon, and the smell of the buffet had disappeared and was exchanged with the scent of the bustling city cars. The only sound that could be heard in the desolate alleyways and winding residential roads was the wagon. This wagon’s wheels eeeeerrrrrrrrttttttt with a horrible screech. Carried on top of its buckling wheels was Guilmon, belly-up and love handles, and fatty back drooping over its sides. Pulling it along by Guilmon’s tail was a chubby, sweaty Impmon.

“And… we… are… HERE!”

Impmon collapsed on the ground, his chubby belly plopping on the cold pavement in front of Takato’s apartment.

Guilmon’s nose flared as he smelled his trainer nearby in his slumber. His eyes shot open and he smiled. “Ohhh~” he exclaimed nasally, “I made it home!”

Impmon’s face reddened with anger and he spat, “You wake up now?!”

Guilmon attempted a sit-up to rise from the wagon and could barely budge an inch. This small attempt at the most minuscule amount of physical activity completely tuckered out the blubbery Digimon, and he reclined back into the wagon to regain his composure.

“Impmon! I think I’m stuck…”

The grumbling, red-faced Digimon slammed his fist on the ground and reluctantly rose to his feet. “Don’t worry buddy, I got ya…”

Through trial and error, the two managed to roll out of the pit of the wagon, not before collapsing two of its wheels under Guilmon’s weight. The dino rolled out onto the ground like a mattress.

“One, two, three!”

With the help of Impmon, Guilmon rose to his feet. It was then that Impmon realized that Guilmon’s days of mobility were numbered. His haunches looked like they were beginning to consume his tail. His arms drooped with pure blubber and hid away his armpits in a meaty coat of fat. His stomach had developed several layers, each folding in on itself around his love handles, his belly, and his moobs. He was in a constant state of sweating, panting, and, strangely enough, smiling. Impmon’s mood lifted as he saw Guilmon’s big grin. What a pure glutton!

Legs wobbling, Guilmon wobbled toward the apartment complex. Luckily, Takato’s home was on the first floor. However, they met their first blockade: the door inside.

“We have to go in through the window,” Guilmon said, pointing toward a window with no lights on. On the window frame, there were hints of claw marks where Guilmon had previously climbed through in the past.

Impmon put his face in his palms and grunted, “He didn’t give you a key?!”

“This is how I always got inside. It's so I don’t scare the other people.”

“Alright big guy, just one step at a time.”

Impmon followed Guilmon, placing an arm on his back to make sure he didn't fall over, as if that would help. Then came the second blockade: fitting the fatty through the window.

“Ain’t no way.” Impmon spat, eyeing Guilmon and the window with his fists on his waist.

Guilmon shook his head, “We have to! I have to be in Takato’s room so he can take me to the park to work out early in the morning.”

Impmon gulped. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

Guilmon stumbled toward the window and opened it. Inside, Takato curled in his bed with an arm revealing itself under the heavy covers. The dino placed his stubby arms along the corners of the window, gave a pitiful jump, and pulled. He hardly made it an inch inside before the center of his engorged stomach caught on the wall. He fell onto his feet, took a deep breath to suck his stomach in, and then gave another jump.

His front half plopped into the window. He pulled, lodging himself further and further into the confines of the hole in the wall until his love handles grabbed hold and kept him firmly in place. His useless, stubby legs and tail kicked behind him as he tried again and again to push through, only further cementing his flabby body into place.

Impmon grimaced and grunted, “Hold on, big guy!”

The smaller Digimon rushed toward Guilmon and pushed his rump. His hands sank inches deep into his fatty rear before he found any resistance. It was like pushing against a mattress. He loved every second of it. If Guilmon could see how much Impmon was blushing he would think he had a fever.

With the combined effort of Impmon squeezing whatever fatty section was preventing Guilmon from pushing into the home, and Guilmon’s rapidly tiring arms, the dino began to squeeze through. It was like pushing dough through a hole, but with enough kneading and pressing, Guilmon fell to the floor with a heavy THWOMP.

Immediately, Takato shook awake. Impmon’s eyes widened and he quickly hid behind the brick wall of the open window, back flat against the brick.

Guilmon fell onto his stomach, where he lay there uselessly on the soft carpet, chest inflating and deflating rapidly to get air. “Hello - huff - Takato-mon!”

Impmon peeked through the window to spy on the two. “Get a load of this sappy scene…” he grunted, dough-like arms firmly folded across his barrel chest.

“Guilmon! You are home!” Takato shouted, immediately rushing over to hug the dino.

Guilmon frowned, “Sorry I took so long!”

“It is okay! I’m just glad you are safe. But…” Takato paused, feeling the Digimon’s warm flesh displace with a simple press of his palm. He looked down to Guilmon’s rolling belly, engorged far past the last time he saw him. He couldn’t think of words. All this time, Takato was trying to make Guilmon into something he wasn’t. Takato’s voice turned muffled and thin. He repeated, “But…”

“But what?”

Takato took a deep breath and sighed. Grudgingly, he transferred his attention to his closet. “I’m sorry Guilmon,” he grunted, opening the door slowly.

He only used half of its space to store clothes and other containers. The other half was a messy stack of several scales, each one larger than the next. Takato’s heart sank as he grabbed the largest scale he had. It was a massive scale - one for larger wild animals like lions.

Upon sight of the scale, Guilmon realized what Takato wanted him to do, and felt ashamed. “I’m sorry Takato. I went to a buffet.”

Outside the apartment, Impmon cringed and growled, “Idiot! Just say you were bit by a bug or somethin’!”

Takato raised his brow to the noise outside his window but considered it was just the tiny chirp of an animal. Instead, he lowered to his knee, head-level with Guilmon. “No worries here, Guilmon. I just want to keep track of your weight.”

Guilmon nodded his head and reluctantly stepped onto the scale. Immediately, he felt something was wrong. Upon the first step, the scale made an awful snapping noise. On the second step came the crash. The plastic and inner mechanisms crunched underneath his body in two separate halves. The digital screen flashed ‘error’ until the battery finally went kaput.

Guilmon’s face reddened and he said, “Does this mean I am fat still?”

Before Takato could answer, Impmon sensed the human’s emotions rising. He jumped through the window and pointed toward the human with a frown. “Now you listen here, buddy! You go around and make Guilmon run and… eat nothin’, and…”

Takato’s yelped and his shoulders tensed. Backing away, he cried, “Hey! Guilmon… is this who I think it is?!”

Guilmon shook his head, saddened about what was occurring between the two. “No! No! Let’s be friends! Friends!”

Impmon continued, “Just look at him! Now he’s all ruffled up and sad. What do you-”

Takato interrupted him, “I think I can see now.”

“What?!” Both Impmon and Guilmon gawked at the same time.

Takato nodded his head and clenched his fist with a wide smile. He said, “Guilmon is happy at any size or weight he wants! I just… I just wanted him to be happy. And I see now that he is happy with a big belly full of food!”

Impmon continued hesitantly, “You mean you like this sack of dough? I thought you needed to squeeze out some pounds on him?!”

Takato shrugged and exclaimed, “Well… I have always thought he’s kinda cute like this.”

Guilmon looked taken aback. Excitedly, he cried, “No more diet?!”

“No more diet, friend,” Takato repeated, digging deep into Guilmon’s back fat with a warm hug.

Impmon shook his head and spat, “Then what was all that commotion about losing weight for?”

The human rose to his feet and brushed off his pajamas. Takato said, “Doesn’t matter. As long as you are happy, I’m happy, Guilmon. No more sneaking out to eat. Me and Impmon will feed you as much as you want.”

“Yeah!” Guilmon cheered.

“Wooooo~” Impmon resounded with a jump in the air. He landed and shook his head, repeating what was just said in the back of his Takato. After pausing, he exclaimed, “Wait what?”

Takato grinned from ear to ear. “I want you to make sure Guilmon is happy and well-fed,” he said, petting Impmon like a lost dog, “Make sure he is nice and plump for me, will ya?”

Impmon blushed. Takato could tell that he liked feeding Guilmon just by his red face.

“Well, I’m off to bed,” Takato said, slipping back into the covers, “And tomorrow morning, instead of running, I’ll take you to the new ramen shop. Deal?”

Guilmon and Impmon looked at each other dumbfounded, then extraordinarily happy. “Yeah!” They both cheered, fists clenched in the air.

~~~

Impmon rested on an old Lazy Boy recliner in Takato’s apartment, one hand in an empty bag of sour cream and onion chips and the other clutching his distended belly. His love handles peeked over the sides of the chair, forming a muffin top over the entire width of the recliner. He could hardly see his feet any longer. All he could see was the rising and falling middle of his gut - a constant reminder of everything he had eaten over the last several months.

It was an endless amount of food. Takato would come home daily with a new grocery list full of snacks, desserts, and more. One couldn’t walk two steps without being within arm’s reach of food to stuff their mouth. Impmon had no queries about the reasoning behind this. He instead ate until he couldn’t any longer.

A heavy air bubble formed in his stomach and he clutched his furry moob, giving a sleezy grin. He took a deep breath, belly inflating far in front of him, and exhaled an onion-filled burp. Immediately, his churning digestive system felt lighter, and he moaned in pleasure. Instead of deciding to stop eating, Impmon eyed the chip crumbs lining his entire chest below his double chin. He scooped up what little was left, mouth watering like a starved lion.

The imp had to have been above 300 lbs. He stopped counting at 250. For such a small guy like him who could barely make it up to a human’s knee, it was a miracle that he could still walk at all, though he cared little about that. The excursion into all of this delicious human food was more than enough to make him happy. Impmon closed his eyes for a few seconds, basking in the warmth of his own fat on this snowy, winter day.

But then Impmon’s droopy eyes opened wide. He felt a rumble, then another, though much more violent. Like a small earthquake, the wooden floorboards of Takato’s humble little apartment dipped and creaked. The decorations along Takato’s desk and cabinets began to rumble. Impmon had no fear, however. He knew exactly what was happening… and he loved every second of it.

“You want out, Guilmon?” Impmon shouted, hardly moving a muscle to turn his head to scream in the other room.

Guilmon’s heavy breath heaved as each step felt like a journey. The dino’s short and stubby legs pushed against a permanently hanging boulder above his thighs. The great mass of his belly drooped low - so low that his underbelly brushed against the ground. His fatty rear slammed against the walls of the hallways. Yet he pulled himself forward, still filled with the same vigor back when he used to be so much smaller.

“I - HUFF - I want to see Takato,” Guilmon wheezed from within the hallway.

Guilmon arduously lifted each lardaceous leg - each of his gargantuan haunches the size of a beach ball. The fat wobbled at every physical excursion and came crashing down to rest. He inched forward, his fat ass two perky globes that smashed together and against the walls. His tail was stubby and disappeared under this monstrous layer of blubber. His gut swung from side to side, crashing on the floor and the walls like a wrecking ball. Occasionally he stopped to lean forward on it to catch his breath like a chair.

Then the hippo-like dino came to the doorframe. The poor wood panels along the corners of the door were bent and close to collapsing on themselves from previous attempts to walk through. Takato had removed the door so Guilmon could waddle through, though even that was not enough any longer.

Guilmon pushed his front half through the door, already finding some resistance with his belly getting lodged between the wood. He looked like a stack of pancakes, folds of pure adipose enveloping each other and constantly jiggling with the consistency of gelatin. Guilmon still inched forward and wrapped his arms on the opposite side of the hold in the wall as if he were pulling himself out of a hole. He pushed forcefully until the wooden panels began to curl and snap. He heaved, taking deep breaths to suck in his gut but to little use.

The great dino’s front half bulged out of the wall like a blob, his grotesque moobs forcing his behemoth arms upwards and his great belly pooled on the ground. His gut inflated and deflated rapidly with heavy breaths. This physical activity was becoming more and more difficult as the pounds kept coming in. Yet Guilmon still had a giant smile on his portly face.

“I - HUFF - I think I’m stuck…”

Guilmon pulled again and again, but like a stopper in a sink, his ass on the other side of the wall kept him stationary. The two fat orbs slapped together and jammed further and further into place. There must have been some strength left in the Digimon left, because with every push it seemed like the wall became even weaker. Impmon’s heart skipped a beat as he finally turned to address the elephantine creature trying to get in the room.

“G-GUILMON!”

The wall looked like it could snap like a toothpick. Guilmon’s face squished together as he gathered up all the strength he could to pull himself through the room. But his lower half had grown too fat.

Impmon began to sweat and bit his fingers. He said, “Oh man, what have ya gotten yourself into this time, tubs? Takato is going to kill me…”

Guilmon giggled and rested his arms at his sides. “You may need to call Takato for help. This is bad.”

“You’re telling me…”

For the rest of the two glutton’s evenings, Impmon labored to push Guilmon through the doorway, one handful of fat at a time. Like kneading an enormous mound of dough, the tiny imp pressed and shoved at the blubber, red-faced and flustered at the sight of such shameless gluttony, until Guilmon finally tumbled to the other side. But just because Guilmon couldn’t fit in Takato’s apartment anymore didn’t stop the Digimon from eating all he wanted. He became a kid’s plaything in the park; a giant, red bouncy house. All the while, Impmon wasn’t too far behind his weight. The numbers never stopped rising, much like the width of their ever-growing, lavishly-fed bellies.