A Little Bit of Programming

A bit of programming
by biffiea
Warning, this story contains a ton of weight gain. If you do not like such content, don't read the story.


            Something had to be done about this situation. Gomamon could hardly stand it anymore! All his trainer did all day was sit there re reading that darn text book! "Darrel? Can you even hear me?" he shouted from his position next to the bed.
             "What? Gomamon, I have to study, I have a test next week and I've only read this chapter through twice!" Darrel was a High School Sophomore, one very concerned with his grades and with his routines.
            "Yeah, you've read it through twice! People make straight A's in high schools without ever touching their text books, you can afford to take one night off and... I don't know, watch tv or surf the internet like every other teenager!"
            "Gomamon, I need to study for the next hour, then I have dinner, and then I want to get started on that paper for English, I only have two weeks to work on it."
            "Yeah, you have more than enough time to do all of that stuff later! You're not even procrastinating. Your teachers probably never started on papers two weeks early when they were in high school! They probably went out to party every now and again!"
            "Yes" Darrel replied in an incredibly smug voice. "You'll notice they all have incredibly crummy jobs in the public education system."
            "Ugh, there's no reasoning with you is there? There's a perfectly fine beach not twenty miles away, and yet you haven't been there twice in your whole life have you?" Even during their trips to the digital world, Darrel was always a kid eager to get back home for one reason or another. At dinner, he followed a strict diet of salads and sandwiches, avoiding all kinds of sugar. He never lived a minute of life unscheduled or uncontrolled. "We could go mountain climbing right now. There's a few nice ones in sector D-8 and we could be there in minutes. Or what about a hike through a jungle! You can go anywhere in a parallel dimension with a wave of your hand, but you always just stay at home and read and study!!!"
            "Well, I have to think about my future Gomamon." For the past conversation, every word from Darrel had been spoken through a chemistry text book. Underneath the binding and glue was a fifteen year old guy who looked extremely skinny, almost unhealthily so. He had light orange hair that almost matched that of his partner, and to be honest he was also almost as pale. A life time of re reading and studying the smallest detail of every trivial assignment he had ever received since the fourth grade had kept him inside, and his constant diet of only small and light dishes made him skinny. Don't receive the idea that Darrel was anorexic. He ate good sized meals, they were just low in proteins and anything that would ever cause him to gain weight.
             Apart from how skinny he was, Darrel looked like any other high school kid. His eyes were a deep green color, going along with his hair to match the gomamon that had been his partner for so long.  There were certain features of his body that betrayed as a bit of a book worm, such as his rigid posture and thick glasses. A life of hardcore studying had left him very pale, and as mentioned before, he was extremely skinny. Not so skinny that his ribs were exposed or anything that extreme, but a quick glance gave the impression that a slight wind could nock him over.
            Tonight, he was having another water crest sandwich. "I'll never get tired of these things," Darrel said while taking a good sized bite of one.
            "You know, I'm impressed with them two. It's astounding that someone could invent a food product that is thick and yet incredibly tasteless. You might as well be eating solid air." Gomamon preferred anything else. There was a gallon of ice cream in the freezer... maybe that would make for a good snack.
            "Oh, you just don't like them because they're not loaded with sugars and calories."
            'I've had enough of this' The digital seal thought to himself, watching his partner throw his life away with the most banal, institutional life style any human being had ever volunteered for. Slowly, he walked out of the kitchen, and back to their bed room. "I need to get Darrel to loosen up, now!" If he could just get the kid to sit down and play a game of Halo that would be a great victory, and a small miracle.
            Was there ever a place better to start your search than Google? "Let's see... 'making your human loosen up'." That returned a million searches about relaxation techniques and yoga. "I don't need another regiment to take hold of his life... maybe 'boring human partner digidestined'" This search turned up something rather interesting. A hit at the top of the page with great implications.

            Three to Five days later, Darrel was in his usual spot, laying down and going over his English reading for the third time when he felt gomamon jumping up onto his bed.  "Hey GomaMON!!!!!" A bright light filled the room and tossing aside the book, he saw that it was emanating from his stomach. "What's going on!!!"
            "Relax buddy, I'm just making a modification to your code sequence." In his flipper was what looked like a computer chip, and an instruction manual. "Now let's see here, what's all this stuff?"
            "What do you mean code sequence? Why is there light shooting out of me?!!!" A human being's  code sequence was the mark of the digital world. It was a digital version of DNA in a manner of speaking. The data included every detail of information about Darrel. It remains attached to humans by unknown means after they leave the digital world, though it could still affect them.
            "Calm down Darrel. Every human who goes to the digital world has code in them, how do you think you're rendered. I'm just making a little modification to yours." The little seal reached into the light source, and Darrel braced himself for what that would feel like, except there was no unpleasantness at all! "Now, which one of these is your marin circuit?" His flipper came back from the light source holding a string of... numbers. They were numbers that were connected somehow and stretched back and forth like they were a cable. "I think this is it..." Gomamon kept looking back and forth between the line of code and the instruction manual. "No, this is your Makin circuit, my bad."
            "What in the world are you doing?!!!"
            "Relax Darrel, I'm not doing anything dangerous. Now, is this your Marin circuit?"
            "Nothing dangerous?!! You're messing with my source code is what you're doing! Or Heck, I don't even know if you're doing that!!"
            "I'm installing a mod into you. Don't worry, the worst case scenario is I have to reboot you and run a restore."
            "Run a restore!!!"
            "Yeah, get you to go to sleep for a while, relax. This is perfectly safe. I wouldn't put you in harms way, you know that." Believe it or not, that made Darrel relax a bit... he wasn't incredibly happy about any of this, but he did trust Gomamon above everything else.
            "Okay, here it is." The seal snapped the line of code open before inserting the computer chip into the center of it, and resealing the code around it. "Done." Dropping the code back into the teenager's belly, the shining light was gone with a wave of his flipper. "There, one partner mod chip installed."
            Darrel breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the situation ended. "Okay Gomamon, now could you tell me WHAT THE HECK YOU JUST DID TO ME!!!" He screamed in a half desperate voice, but Gomamon didn't appear to be phased by this outburst though, as the seal had started to flip through his instruction booklet again. "Okay, lets see, oh it looks like I need to reboot you anyway." The rookie digimon then flipped open Darrel's notebook, and started pushing a few buttons.
            "Reboot me?! Gomamon, what the heck is going o... uh, uhh." As the clicking noise of Gomamon typing filled the room, teenage boy found himself becoming extremely drowsy. His eyes felt like ten ton weights, and heavy clouds settled into his mind. His whole body relaxed and the boy was quickly asleep.
            "Well, at least I installed it okay." Gomamon said to himself, looking over the partnermod program on the screen. The partner modification chip was a little item marketed to digimon who found their human counterparts to be insufferable, or anyone who just wanted to make a few adjustments to their digidestined. It was surprisingly easy to get considering the potential power of the device.
            "Now, what all can I do to him?" Gomamon, not being a cruel digimon, didn't want to make vast changes to Darrel's personality, after all, they did care for each other. "Something small. I don't want to change alter who he is but... oh wait, his appetite!" Digimon were big eaters and to a rookie level digimon all humans seemed to be on an eternal diet, but Darrel took it a step further than that. He only ate tiny amounts of food, and never drank anything but milk and water. The kid was a rail! "I'll just give a bump to his appetite. Now lets see."
            Gomamon began to read from the instruction manual while his partner slept soundly "rebooting." "Okay, the appetite value system is made on a logarithmic scale based on the standard appetite of a human being with standard weight and metabolic tendencies weighed against the value of their height and age... What in the world does any of this mean?" Gomamon groaned in a frustrated voice. He tossed the pamphlet aside with a flick of his flipper. "Right, so the max on this thing is 100000, and Darrel's current appetite is... 0.91? I'm surprised he eats at all! Lets see," Gomamon mumbled to himself looking over at his partner. "I'll boost you up to 10, no 20." In his mind, that was a hefty increase for a human. "Maybe that'll get you to eat something for a few days." Of course, the rookie digimon's failure to understand the manual would be catastrophic. He believed his partner's appetite had been raised to high levels for a human, but the scale was logarithmic. High for a human would have been 1.4. 2 would have been the appetite of ten humans. 20 was the appetite of a metalgreymon that hadn't eaten in weeks. A message poppep up saying something about metabolism constants reset to 41, 31, 5 for safety reasons. However, the seal just clicked ok to get a move on. "Dealing with this program is such a pain.
            "Okay, what's in extras... oh a taste's chart." It had several different settings, like preferences for sweet food and sour food. "Well, the added appetite won't do him much good if he binges on salads." Gomamon moved a slider for sweet preferences to max. "There, a bit of a sweet tooth will do him some good. What else is here? Actually, never mind. I don't want to go messing with his personality on accident. And besides, I don't even know it this will work at all."
            Gomamon went to close the program, but a message popped up. "Need to set physicality back up constant for use with new parameter unsuitable with current physicality back up constants. Use partner original pattern, use partner defined pattern..." The message box had twenty different boxes that could be clicked, none of them made any sense. "Is there any reason this program has to be so complicated?" He clicked 'use partner original pattern' not understanding exactly what it meant or applied to.


            The next hour was spent getting groceries. Gomamon had to make sure there would be something around the house to sate his friends newly acquired sweet tooth. There was a grocery store that delivered though, and they were more than happy to receive an order for three dozen cookies, and two boxes of chocolate cup cakes. The deliveries were prompt, and they had no issues taking payment from a Gomamon. Digimon were notoriously big eaters after all. "This should be enough to get us through a week or two. Even with the new apetite, he is only human after all." Just when everything was set up, Darrel came stumbling out of his room holding his stomach.
            "Oh man I'm hungry." He said with the attitude and inflection of a man who had woken up after a day of fasting. Of course, as he stumbled to the table, he looked over at gomamon. "You wouldn't believe this dream I had. You were installing some sort of chip into my stomach." A quick look around the room, revealed to him all the shopping his partner had been up to. "Thinking of throwing a party? Why all the sweets?"
            Gomamon breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that Darrel was completely unaware that there was a digital mod chip inside of him would make this all the easier. He would be filled in on the matter eventually. "Oh, I just got in the mood for something sweet, and I figured it would be easier just to get a bunch at once. You know modern baked goods. They never go bad. Help yourself to some if you like." Waiting on pins and needles, the seal never took his eyes off the lanky scarecrow that was his partner as he slowly walked over to the box of cookies.
            "Uh... you know, I think I'd actually like a cookie for once... I'll go jogging later to work it off." Though, as he bit into the cookie, some electric current shot through his teeth. "Wow this is really good!" The teenager stated with the enthusiasm of a child led into a candy store. He downed it in a couple of bites, barely chewing it before reaching in for another.
            Gomamon just smiled, and repressed a laugh, finally seeing his partner eat something with a bit of sugar in it, as opposed to the salads he normally ate exclusively. "Have as many as you want man, there's plenty more!"
            "Thanks Gomamon!" is all Darrel could get out in between bits of the sugar cookies. They were perfect! Soft, chewy, and when you bit into them, the sugar didn't fall off the top of the cookie. He didn't high time to savor them though, his stomach was demanding far more than his mouth could ever handle.
            As he reached for his third cookie, Gomamon started to look up and down his partners body because something seemed off. Was he getting poofier? It was an odd concern, but Darrel had always warn tight clothing and it seemed to show a good sized bulge at his stomach. 'nahh, he couldn't be gaining weigh that fast,' the digimon thought to himself, 'it'll be weeks before fat starts to show up on him.'
            Without really counting or thinking about it, Darrel was on his fifth cookie, still driven to eat by an intense hunger, one that wasn't painful but one that still tore into his mind and controlled his actions. Each bite swallowed left a gentle warmth in the pit of his stomach, no where near strong enough to sate his appetite, but it still felt good none the less, like a space heater inside his stomach. Letting go of his self control was the logical thing to follow.
            'Yes... he is getting fatter.' As bite after bite followed and Darrel's clothes began to stretch and strain it became obvious what was happening to his partner. Every bite turned straight into fat. Nothing stayed in his stomach, but instead turned directly into blubber and it wasn't just his stomach. His limbs were expanding, staining his pants as his face turned thick and formed a double chin. He was eating without pause. 'oh no.... I gotta look at the program!!!' he thought, before running after Darrel's laptop.
            Eating had ceased to cause a warmth to spread through his stomach, now it was all over his body. Every iota of food felt like it wrapped his frame in a comforting hug and he wanted more. Darrel felt not just physical hunger, but spiritual as well. He needed to eat, needed to stuff his body with the fuel that powered the wonderful fire that cradled his whole being. Reaching for two cookies at a time, he began to gorge himself. The fat began to pop seems on his sweat shirt, showing off the side of his now ample frame and parts of his thighs, but the coolness of air against his now exposed flesh didn't bother Darrel in the slightest. As long as food hit his stomach, he would always be comfortable.
            "Oh this program is so stupid!" Gomamon shouted looking at the screen. 'Data cannot be altered or reset while primary program functions are operating.' What it meant was, the program can't be used unless the user is asleep. He mashed the return key, attempting to get any control over the forces that were altering his partner, but no luck. "All I need to do is hit the restore key!" It was a safety function built in. As one would expect, it completely reset the effects of the mod chip, but while Darrel was busy eating, Gomamon couldn't access any features of the program. "I guess all I can do is make sure Darrel is okay until I can finally change the settings." Reluctantly, he shut the computer, and walked back into the kitchen where the situation had changed drastically.
            Darrel was sitting on the kitchen floor, boxes of the cookies and cup cakes pulled down with him for easy reach. His body was bloated, at least 300 pounds. The tatters of his green sweatshirt and jeans laid on top of his ample rolls and around his body, discarded by an owner who could hardly be asked to notice their absence. Even darrel's reading glasses, which adorned his face at all times, had fallen to the side. His gut was a foot in diameter, and framed by a thick pair of love handles. The list of obese features went on. A second chin, flabby cheeks everything, but that wasn't the oddest change. Darrel, though pale before, was currently pure white.  It was the same shade as the driven snow. Blotches of purple were starting to form around his hands, and over his face as well. It was a shade of purple he could recognize by looking down at his own flippers.
            "Darrel! Stop eating!" the seal shouted at his friend, "Your turning into a Gomamon!!" Darrel wanted no part of that. He wanted to keep eating, and never stop! Every cookie, each disappearing in a single bite, felt like a blast of energy over his fat body. His stomach shook, his rolls jiggled and flooded with warmth, and his skin heated up to the perfect temperature. Food had become his ultimate comfort.
            "Gomamon..." He said in between bites. "Don't freak out man. Try these cookies though, I've never had anything like them!" It was too late though. His 350 pound body had finished off the last one with a single bite, so forceful that his flab shook from side to side, eliciting an extra smile from how wonderful it felt. Quickly he reached for the box of a dozen cupcakes, tossing the top across the room as picked one up. "Oh good, they don't have the paper cups on them. That'll make them much easier to eat." He crammed one down his throat, chewing it twice before swallowing. Dedicating one hand to rub his large stomach, the other kept up the process.
            Meanwhile, Gomamon could just sit there in shock. His partner had become some mix of gomamon and human. The purple blotches had taken shape on his face and sides, and Darrel's hair had started to fall out, and reform into a gomamon style mohawk. Of course, ever cup cake added ten pounds. Each swallow caused his obese body to shake starting at his belly, and when the jiggling would settle down, his body would be that much wider. Though, it was hard to deny Darrel looked to be having  a good time. The anthro gomamon... that's pretty much what he was, had a huge look of delight on his face, and was rubbing his stomach in a way that practically caused his whole body to shake.
            In another minute, all two dozen cupcakes where gone from the earth, and turned into thick fat all over Darrel's body. Tilting the box upwards nearest to him to get the crumbs out, he felt the last pings of the miracle warmth that filled his whole body. "Ohhh," the digimorph moaned throwing the box aside, "That was a good snack."
            "A snack?! Darrel, you just ate five boxes worth of cookies and cake... and you managed to put on 500 pounds!!" Gomamon said loudly, dumbstruck by everything that had happened in front of him.
            "Yeah, that was a snack. I'm still really hungry!" Darrel slowly got to his feet causing a small storm of crumbs. He fell backwards, not fully used to the few extra hundred pounds of weight added to his body, but he got his footing. "mmm" Surprisingly, Darrel seemed to enjoy the fat, and was already running a hand along his stomach, stroking it lovingly. "Oh, man. All this blubber feels wonderful, I got to see a mirror."
           There was a bathroom not too far from the kitchen, and he waddled there slowly, getting used to his thighs always being together and to his massive gut colliding with his legs. In front of the full body mirror he could see it all. He was four feet wide, with a gut to be admired. It jutted out two feet in front of him, and sank down to his knees almost. He had two inch thick love handles beneath a set of moobs larger than most women's. Every inch of his face looked inflated and sagged down. Though, the transformation into an anthro had also affected his body. A full foot had disappeared from his height and his fingernail had grow very long and turned into claws.
            Slowly, he took off his reading glasses and set them on the counter. Most people when seeing they had been turned into a species hybrid and gaining several hundred pounds of weight would freak out, but Darrel smiled at his reflection. Slowly, he grabbed his love handles, picked them up, and dropped them two inches. The force shook his whole body, and caused him to laugh out loud.
            Meanwhile, Gomamon had been watching the exchange. "Darrel... You like this?!"
            "Do I like this... I love it!!!" Quickly turning around, he met with his partner face to face. "It's wonderful! Fat feels great! I wish I had known about it my whole life!" He started stroking his stomach again. "Its so soft, and the weight feels fantastic. My whole body never stops moving and its fun!" He waddled back out of the restroom past his partner and back to his own bedroom. "Walking is hard, but I'll get used to that, and it feels so much better as a fatty. I wish I could have been obese my whole life!" He keeled over like a sinking battleship and feel onto his bed.  "And turning part Gomamon well... It makes me think you had something to do with it, but... I don't care about that either. This seal skin... it feels smoother than the old stuff!"
            Gomamon jumped up onto what little space was left on Darrel's double bed. "Well, actually, that chip I put in you..."
            "That wasn't a dream eh? I should have guessed."
            "Well. I just wanted to give you a slight bump in appetite. I guess I blew it though," the digimon said with a chuckle.
            "No, its fine really. Gaining weight felt amazing..." A low grumble erupted from his stomach. "And I'm still hungry." Leaning up slightly, there was a massive smile on Darrel's face. "Gomamon. I want to get fatter! I want to be the biggest, blobbiest living thing alive!"
            Gomamon climbed up his partners soft rolls. From up there, he had to question. Was this bizarre mixture of human, digimon, and glutton really his old friend? A quick look at his face revealed yes. The way he smiled, the glint of light in his companion's eyes. The rookie digimon had seen it all before a million times. It was the distinct way in which Darrel looked elated. His personality hadn't changed, Darrel had just discovered something that he loved with all his heart. Gomamon would see to it that his life long friend and partner would be able to get as fat as he wanted to.
            "I'll see what I can do to help." The rookie digimon said with a smile. "And the first step should probably be getting you something to eat. It doesn't look like your appetite has settled in the least!" Gomamon flipped open  his partner's laptop, and opened their gateway program to the digital world.  "Now lets see..." The seal looked over the map, trying to find the perfect place. "Here we go. The sacharine forest. It's an odd place, but lots of fun. All the plants there are full of sugar. All the leaves are edible and you take take whole bites out of the bushes. It takes up a good amount of space, but not many digimon go there."
            "Why not?" asked a confused Darrel. "Is it full of dangerous digimon or something?"
            "No, the problem is that literally everything is loaded with sugar. Even the air is full of it. It's one of the few places a digimon can eat and actually get fat. You don't even have to eat. Just camp for a few nights and you'll gain weight from breathing." That produced a wicked smile on the digimorph's face.
            Darrel picked up his digivice, and held it up do the screen. "Well then, what are we waiting for!" A familiar light shone through the room and soon, they were going through the portal. Except this time, the digital world had some odd data to go through and process.
            Going through the terminal, usually a quick process, was slow this time, and the digimorph felt an odd heat over his body. It started with his arms and legs... somehow he felt them becoming shorter. Every bone in his body radiated with heat but as a stream of data, Darrel could only be vaguely aware of what was happening to him, until he came to a very soft landing on the other side.
             "Hahaha! Darrel! I never thought I'd see the day." It was his friend and partner gomamon, though currently he sounded ecstatic.
             Darrel slowly opened his eyes and got a look at his body... or new body. "I'm a full gomamon!" Yes, the trip through the portal had left him as a normal gomamon. He was practically indistinguishable from his partner, except for their eyes, and differences on where their spots were. Also, Darrel was massively fat. His flippers laid out on top of a stomach that lifted him two feet off the ground. It was wide enough to go out three inches past his greatest reach. Of course, he still retained his chins, and all of the rookie's limbs were laden with fat.
            "I have to say, you're looking good there!" Gomamon replied with a smile.
            "I feel great too!" The weight of his flippers gave him the sensation that he was constantly giving his warm rolls a giant hug, and the way he sank into the blubber made him think his stomach was embracing him back. Though one issue sprang to mind. "I can't get around though! My legs don't reach the ground.
            "No problem Darrel" came his friend's voice from the ground. "You're going to eat until you're full." The air here smelt like a room where tons of frosting and sugar cookies had just been made, probably due to the sugar that was floating around in the air here. Breathing it was comforting... better than normal air somehow. The trees and plants all grew fruits, but being the digital world they were all strange. Several of them looked like normal fruits, but Darrel remembered the apples that tasted like meat. These could be flavored like anything. Some of the fruits looked odd, and grew into strange angular shapes that the human world would never produce. Finally, and the ones the newly obese gomamon was looking forward to the most, the plants with fruits that looked like pastries. There, not a few feet away from him was a bush growing chocolate covered donuts.
            "Ohh... all that food... its making the hunger strong again. Gomamon, could you hand me a donut from that bush?"
            "I'll do you better than that," the skinny seal said. Darrel felt something big and furry push up against his stomach, only to realize it was his partner, pushing against his ample stomach to push him over to the bush. "You'll get all you want once your sticking up against it." His stomach dragged against the ground, inching him closer and closer to his meal. Gomamon tipped him forward slightly and... chomp
            Darrel had taken a huge bite out of one of the donuts. It tasted like a completely normal chocolate donut, but the sugar... of the sugar. Swallowing the digital fruit, he felt a familiar warmth flow out to his body from his stomach. He could practically feel the mass growing underneath him. "Woah... That's the best donut ever." Darrel mumbled, but his self  control was waning again, and he instantly bit into another pastry. Gomamon sat back and watched his partner. It had been a long time since Darrel had looked so elated.
            He had his share of worries though. Every swallow of donuts seemed to expand his friend's belly by another few inch or two. Soon enough, the flabby digimon would be completely immobile. So, he walked over to another donut bush not far away, and began to pick the sugary fruit so as to bring it to his snacking partner.
            While this movement was going on, Darrel was re living the wonder of instant weight gain.  His whole body felt warm, and the senstation of being in a two way hug with his stomach only got greater as his belly expanded out beneath him. As his mind was overwhelmed, the rookie began to eat ravenously, taking huge bites of which ever fruit was near enough to his mouth. Though within a few minutes, they were all out of reach.
            "Here you go Darrel!" Said his partner next to him... or beneath him. Gorging on the fruits of that bush had elevated him to three feet away from the ground. "You're really packing it on aren't you?" He tossed a donut up to the flabby seal who caught it in his mouth easily.
            "Thanks!" he stated after swallowing.
            "No thanks required. Just keep eating you bloated digi!" Darrel couldn't do anything other than smile and lose himself in gorging. The treats kept on coming, and he lost count. A dozen donuts, three dozen.  Darrel was so thoroughly lost in eating and the sensation of packing on pounds of pure, fluffy lard that he barely noticed when his friend started to bring him the apples of the forest... apples that were soft and crème filled like a hostess cake might be.
            Eventually, gomamon had a hard time even throwing the food up to Darrel's mouth, and he had to begin climbing up and down the colossal body of fat. While this meant slower treats for the seal, it also meant he was constantly having his belly rubbed by his partner, and the sensation was as warm and pleasant as the act of eating.
           The sun moved in the sky above them. After an hour of eating, his limbs were near totally immobile by themselves, flippers flattened against his belly like any other roll of flab. Though, he ate for more than hour, as his enhanced appetite drove his hunger to remain constant through eating well over a half ton of food. Darrel expanded. His flabby sides covered bushes, conformed to the shapes of trees that rubbed up against his flanks. Though the thick fold of blubber, it really felt like the planet was cradling his soft frame.
            Eventually, after an innumerable amount of time spent in a haze of eating and growing, Darrel felt gomamon stop against his side. The pleasant feel of weight gain slowed and the seal noticed, he was no longer hungry. His eyes looked over his body in detail for the first time in hours. It looked as great as it felt. Seeing himself stretch out into every direction, Darrel had become the first seal digimon with a 50 yard radius. He looked like a giant white sack, perfectly round, and dotted with the purple markings of a gomamon. In places, it folded or rolled in on itself, but from the rookie's view point his body was a vast sea of fat traveling in every direction.
            "Sorry I couldn't get you anymore," Gomamon said sounding tired, "but you're starting to require quite the treck to get up an down.
            "No, its okay." Talking had become a bit of a chore, and the flaps of fat beneath his chin were numerous and thick, but at the moment, Darrel felt too good to be bothered to count them. "I feel wonderful... and full."
            Gomamon walked over, closer to his mouth, which was a bit difficult to find in between all the  flab that formed his cheeks. "Well, as long as you like it. We can do it plenty more if you like. After all, I just need to hit the refresh key on your computer, and you'll restore back to your normal self." Walking felt strange on a ground of fat. He sank into the flesh with every step, and bounced out a bit.
            "What, go back to my old skinny self?" It was an unappealing idea to be sure. This body felt heavenly. He sank into himself. His fat gave his whole body a warm hug, and the softness was exquisite. He was so big, so massive that he could feel his blubber wrapping around whole trees, and folding to fill in the space. Every square inch of the lard was perfect... but going back was an idea that made sense. "In the morning... I'll go back in the morning. For the night, I want to sleep like this."
            "One night as a digital whale? No problem." Sleep was starting to grip him. After all, half the day had been spent either worrying about or feeding Darrel, and he was becoming sleepy. It didn't help that his partner was so comfy to lay on. "Mind if I sleep up here with you?"
            "Go ahead." He mumbled through his chins. Gomamon went over to his massive floppy flipper, lifted up the appendage, and pulled it over himself like a set of bed sheets. "Oh, and Gomamon, thank you... without you putting that chip in me, I never would have found out how wonderful it feel to eat like this, or to how nice it feels to be obese."
            "Hey, you're my digidestined, not to mention my best friend. If you're happy, I'm happy." He yawned loudly, about to fall asleep, and while Darrel sat there, marinating in his own size, he looked around himself and smiled. This was the perfect hobby.

            Three months later, a very different Darrel came home from school to see his partner waiting for him. This weekend saw the high schooler return home, a member of the nations over weight. Having indulged more in sweets and just how much he was willing to eat in a sitting, Darrel had ballooned from his previous weight of 150, into 230. He looked fat, and that's how he preferred it now. Every step forced his stomach to jostle back and forth, and the sensation never got old.
            Gomamon had succeeded in getting the human to loosen up though. He had bought an xbox and joined up with the high school game club. Occasionally, he went to the digital world for a camping trip or other fun, but he took at least one opportunity every two weeks to make a very special trip
            A journey up to his room revealed Gomamon at his desk, sitting in front of the computer. "You know Darrel," the seal said, clicking away at menus, "You've been working hard all week, and I'd like to get of exercise in. How about a bit of a vacation for the night?"
            Darrel tossed his back pack against the bed, before pulling out his digivice. He could practically smell the forest already. "Sounds like a great idea. Lets see if I can get up to a seventy yard radius this time."