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Renamon's Fattening Future
🕑 Added 2023-01-26 03:31:55 +0000 UTCIt was another long day at the office for Renamon, boxed in her cubicle and typing away at her computer. As decent as the pay was working for one of the top software companies in the city, its boredom proved to be a significant trade off. The arrival of the weekend felt like getting off a crowded boat after being stuck at sea for five days, free to roam about on land and enjoy the time off before stepping aboard once more. She knew she wasn’t the only one feeling relieved once the clicks and clacks of keyboards around the office reduced to half their volume.
As time whittled, Renamon prepared to leave at the click of her mouse. Her chubby stomach grumbled at the thought of finishing the leftover pizza in her fridge; the salad lunch her younger sister prepared left her appetite wanting more. Though she appreciated her sibling’s effort to aid in her diets, her deprivation of what foods she considered, “the good stuff,” only added to her guilty enjoyment of them. Having not eaten pizza for a week, her sister allowing her to buy some was like their parents giving them permission to open presents on Christmas Eve.
The clock struck six, and Renamon was in the elevator and out the door. Entering her car, she drove herself home, windows rolled up and keeping her focus on the road in front of her, avoiding eye contact with the dozens of fast food restaurants riddling the shopping centers on either side. Parking up to her driveway, she walked to the front door, unbuttoning her suit with a paw while holding her briefcase in the other. She stormed through the door, tossing her briefcase on the couch as she headed toward the kitchen. Her stomach growled with anticipation, eager to dine on the plate of leftover pizza…that was no longer there.
She felt her heart sink into her stomach, turning to the kitchen sink to find her empty plate clean on the drying rack. From down the hall, footsteps and the jingling of jewelry could be heard. Undoubtedly, her younger sister was putting on the final touches before going out.
“Satsuki,” called Renamon, “did you eat all of the leftover pizza in the fridge?”
Renamon scowled at her sister as she entered the kitchen, wearing a red dress, gold necklace and a pair of gold bracelets. “Sorry, Ren,” said Satsuki, “but you know why I couldn’t let you finish them, right?”
“I know…but…you really couldn’t leave me with just a slice or two? Why do you get to eat all of them and I can’t?”
Satsuki approached her sister, poking her chubby belly with a paw. “Because you’re trying to watch your figure, and I practically never gain weight. I was just doing you a favor sis, doing away with that naughty temptation.”
Renamon’s ears drooped down. She couldn’t be mad at her younger sis after asking for her help to lose some weight in the first place. For all their youth, despite eating relatively the same amount, Renamon would always be the one to put on a few pounds. Satsuki’s furnace of a metabolism always allowed her to eat whatever she liked, a trait Renamon was always highly envious of.
“I’m heading to the club, don’t know when I’ll be back. I made some chicken, rice and broccoli for you in the fridge. Try and at least stick to one of your diets, okay? Love ya.”
Satsuki gave her sister a kiss on the cheek before leaving out the front door. Renamon stomped her foot in frustration, turning back to the fridge to take out her prepared meal. The collection of food on the plate was barely enough to fill a petri dish; a slice of bread was capable of taking up more space. Scouring through the rest of her fridge, she was left with nothing but yogurt, nuts, fruit and barely enough ingredients to make a half decent sandwich.
She held her head downcast, having hyped up her whole evening around enjoying heated up microwaved pizza in front of the T.V.. Her stomach grumbled as she reached for her chicken, drawing her attention to its odd tingling sensation. The closer her paw got to the plate, the more loudly her stomach burbled. Its incessant noise began communicating to her in a way she soon understood, causing her to shut the fridge and grab her car keys.
Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself from time to time, Renamon thought, if I want to enjoy some pizza on a Friday night, then I’m going to enjoy some.
Getting in her car, she drove her way into town toward her favorite pizza parlor. Her heart skipped a beat as she walked up to its swinging glass doors, her eyes darting around, irrationally checking if she had been followed. It had been years since she last set foot on the restaurant’s white and black checkered floor, gazing at its red interior with old photos hanging from the walls. She sighed with the utmost contentment, basking in the delectable perfumes of meat, cheese and garlic that brushed against her face. A comforting warmness overwhelmed her, as if some sentient force emanating from the restaurant itself welcomed her with broad open arms.
“Evening, miss. How can I help you?”
Renamon snapped free of her trance, finding herself at the front counter. She stared into the beady yellow eyes of a young guilmon, who looked overly enthusiastic wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear. “Uh, hi. I’ll take-um-one…large…pepperoni pizza, p-p-please.”
“Got it, one large pep. You want a drink with that? Get a large drink free when you order our tasty breadsticks.”
“Oh, sure, thanks.”
Renamon wryly smiled, nervously scanning the room. A row of round tables stretched across the left side of the restaurant, with booths filling up the right. Only three other customers were dining, one by themselves and two together, but none paid any heed to her ordering. She couldn’t help but feel guilty ordering what she’d consider too much food all to herself. To her it felt like breaking some unspoken law, and at any moment, the diet police would pick her up and force her to run on a treadmill. Thankfully, she was safe within this mouthwatering sanctuary.
“Would that be for here or to go,” asked the guilmon.
“Um-here, please.”
“Alright, set this number down at your table and we’ll be with you in a jiffy.”
Thanking the young guilmon, she sat at the round table nearest to her. Her stool creaked as she swiveled around, while her digits tapped the top of the table. The giddy excitement she felt manifested in the form of a crooked grin across her face; her fidgeting gestures were all she could do to channel her surprising elation. No part of her knew why she felt this way over something so simple as pizza, but her belly gleefully burbled its approval.
After a few minutes, the young guilmon exited the kitchen door, carrying a large round tray in his claws. He slid the pizza in front of her, its mouthwatering smell and heat brushing through her whiskers. He set down her drink and a basket of bread sticks before taking a bow, wishing her a good meal and leaving. Looking at the empty seat in front of her, it dawned on her once more that the entire tantalizing pie was for her and her alone. Licking the drool from the corner of her mouth, she picked up her first slice and took a bite.
Despite its heat, the first bite she took was like heaven in her mouth. The crust was crisped to perfection on the outside, while the inside was as fluffy as a cloud. The gooey cheese secreted just the right amount of fat, giving an extra lip smacking kick to the pie’s flavor. The sauce gently cascaded down her throat like a warm cream. Savoring each bite, she licked her digits of any remaining grease once she was done, holding back the sudden urge to murmur with blissful pleasure.
Three slices was the most she’d ever allow herself to eat in the past, saving any leftovers her sister hadn’t eaten for the next day. As she savored her fourth slice, a gleeful comfort rushed over her body. She had passed a forbidden barrier officially set by her diet, tasting the forbidden fruit she called, “overeating.” There was a sudden jolt of excitement to the word, one which made her blush knowing the consequences it’d have on her chubby frame. And yet, here she was, crossing the calorie threshold into a realm of indulgence she had never thought to set foot in.
She ate the remaining slices with great relish; the magical combination of greasy pizza and sugary soda helped her finish faster than she had wanted. The basket of breadsticks provided a delicious end to her meal, leaving her well satisfied, but disappointed in having to leave so soon. She expected the guilmon to come at any moment with her bill, ushering her out the door and back to a life of meager meals and watching her weight.
Why did I have to finish everything so quickly, Renamon thought to herself, I don’t want to go.
Suddenly, her stomach caught her attention, gurgling as it churned around her meal. She hadn’t noticed how distended her chubby belly had become, stretching the buttons on her shirt to the point the white fur of her belly could be seen through the cracks. Seeing herself so bloated oddly intrigued her. She gently squished at her middle, feeling her soft distended pudge form around her digits. The odd sense of pleasure she felt caused the fluff around her neck to puff up, hiding her flushed cheeks.
Oh dear, she thought, do I…actually like this?
She gave her belly a quick squeeze before yanking her arm away, watching the guilmon exit from the kitchen with her bill in claw. A decision suddenly raced through her mind, spurred on by her grumbling belly. In spite of its roundness, she curiously still didn’t feel full. At the very least, if she had to return home, she should do so after feeling well sated. It was the least she deserved after all.
“Will that be all for the evening, miss,” the guilmon gathered the pizza tray and basket, placing the bill on the table.
“Actually, could you hand me a menu, please?”
“Sure thing, miss.”
He handed her a menu from one of the other tables. Her eyes scanned through all the delectable food available, coveting each dish to the point it tortured her to only select a few. The extra food might earn her another extra hour at the gym throughout the week, but at least she’d work out knowing how she enjoyed eating her fill tonight.
“I’ll have the large stuffed crust pizza, two large sodas, three bowls of hot wings and two chicken bakes, please.”
“Great selections, miss. We’ll bring it all out when it's ready.”
The guilmon took the menu and returned to the kitchens, leaving the bashful Renamon to contemplate her actions. Am I really doing this, she thought, and why is it…so fun?
She swirled her stool around, so her back was pointed toward the other customers. Once more her paw kneaded her chubby frame, feeling its way toward her waist and hips. Something about her chubbiness felt so natural, along with the thought of eating whatever she liked when she liked. The consequences of gaining weight became more of an enticing curiosity than a deterrent, as she wondered what it’d be like to fondle some added pudge.
After several minutes, the guilmon returned with Renamon’s orders, making two trips to the kitchen to bring all her food out. She looked on in wonderment at her feast, watching as each dish he placed down took up more table space. Three to four digimon alone could finish her meal and leave the restaurant with full bellies and satisfied faces. As her stomach burbled, she trembled with joy in her seat. The impulsive urge to make a complete glutton of herself coursed through her like a fever. The moment the guilmon turned his back, she dove headlong into her new feast.
Splattering sauce and grease onto the table, Renamon ate like she had been starving for days, as if the food currently in her stomach were absent. She settled into her gluttony with ease, wolfing down slice after slice of pizza without the slightest hint of fullness. She paid no heed to her tightening clothes. Finally able to indulge in her hedonistic tendencies, Renamon felt right at home.
Using a digit to shove the last slice of pizza down her gullet, she let loose a bellowing belch, drawing the attention of the other customers. Oblivious to their stares, she munched away at her hot wings and chicken bakes. Each gulp left her murmuring with delight, packing her cheeks with meat immediately after. The other customers grimaced as they watched her greedily stuff her face, hearing her huff between mouthfuls and sloppily smacking her lips with each bite.
The result of her binging caused the buttons on her dress shirt to pop one by one. The white fur of her belly began squishing against the table, as well as flowing onto her lap. Her arms and thighs gradually ripped through the thin fabric of her dress pants and suit, blossoming forth like a butterfly from its cocoon. The other customers slowly stood up and left the premises upon watching her gut burst through the middle button of her shirt, squelching against the table. Finishing the last of her soda, the weight of Renamon’s transformation dawned on her as she swiveled on her stool, leaning her back against the table and resting her elbows on top.
“*Ooouurp*, *oof*, what a meal,” she said, spreading her legs apart and allowing her belly to sit in between. “I didn’t think, *bworp*, overeating could be so much fun.”
Looking down at her bubbling belly, her face flushed a bright crimson. With only the top two buttons around her chest remaining intact, her gut jutted out on full display, no longer the round ball of pudge it once was, but well fattened beyond the size of any of her clothing. It blorped as she pressed her paw into its center, feeling her fur and flab mold around her claws like dough. Her love handles grew equally as large, giving her more to caress the further she explored her new figure.
“*Mmff*, this must be what being fat feels like,” Renamon sighed, “it feels…so good. *Huff*, I can’t believe I’m saying this…but…I kinda want more. So much, *urp*, more.”
She cradled her belly with both paws, feeling its fat pool between her arms. Enamored by her newfound blubber, she thought back to some of the fatter digimon she had seen in her life, including the ones she used as motivations for her own weight loss. She remembered a handful of renamon, so fat and hefty they’d have to wiggle through doorways, or struggled to get out of their vehicles. Their footsteps would pound like drums, jiggling their blubber laden bodies underneath clothing that could barely fit them. At first, fear gripped her at the thought of ever becoming like them; but now, kneading her soft fat in her claws, a pang of envy swept over her, yearning for her own monumental amount of heft to squeeze through her own front door.
Renamon let out another hearty belch as guilmon approached her, wryly smiling and trying to avoid looking at her exposed gut. “H-here’s your bill, m-miss. Thank you for your b-business.”
“Actually,” said Renamon, “I don’t think I’m quite done yet. Give me one of each item on the menu, please.”
The guilmon jolted his head back, fiddling with his claws. “Y-you sure about that, miss? That’s…a lot of food. It’ll take all night to make it all. Not to mention how much it’d all cost.”
“Price isn’t a problem, I’ll take all of it. That includes the medium and personal pizzas, along with the large. Then I’ll leave, *urp*, when I’m one hundred percent satisfied.”
She smirked back at the guilmon as he timidly backed away. A commotion soon erupted in the kitchen with the eyes of the other working staff peeking around the corner of the cashier’s counter, curious as to who was the bottomless pit that dared to order so much food. Renamon enjoyed the attention. It flattered her that she garnered more interest as a fat lady than she ever had being chubby and stuffed away in her suits.
Several minutes passed as Renamon anxiously waited, questioning if the staff intentionally took long to persuade her to leave. It wasn’t until the young guilmon, and two of the other guilmon staff, wheeled three multilayered racks all containing a different spread of her orders. The racks carried dozens of side dishes, chicken tenders, sweets such as brownies and cinnamon rolls, and dozens of small personal pizzas of various toppings. Only the first two racks were able to fill out the whole table, with the third rack wheeled beside her for easy access to her pizzas.
Renamon became wide eyed with glee, a waterfall of drool seeping down her mouth. Her stomach audibly grumbled, coaxing her one final time to glut herself with the utmost abandon. She giddily wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself as if embracing a long lost loved one for the first time. “This will be a feast to remember!”
Giving her sides a big squeeze, she began her final gorge of the night, determined to see just how capable her stomach was. For all her fervent eating of her previous meal, Renamon truly lost herself in her gluttony with this final one, fully submitting to the whims of her stomach. She crammed her cheeks full of fries, potato wedges, breadsticks and cheese sticks, pouring in whole cups of ranch, marinera and ketchup until she could hardly chew. Without thinking, she attempted to swallow, wincing as her throat became packed with more food than she had ever eaten in a single gulp. She patted the bowling ball sized orb slithering down her gullet, trying to get it all down. Once it landed in her gut with a sickening glorp, she moaned in both relief and pleasure, smacking her swelling midsection before filling herself with another mouthful.
Her throat gradually grew accustomed to fitting the large globs of food with each mouthful she swallowed. The many cups of soda she received with her personal pizza meals also helped to wash them down, swelling out her body at a rapid pace. The last two chest buttons on her dress shirt finally popped off, fully rounding out her torso as she squished against the table. Her hips burst free of her pants, pouring over both sides of her stool. She removed her suit once the arm sleeves grew too tight and restricted her movement, reveling in the freedom that came with being in the fur and feeling her blubber swell without confinement.
Halfway through her rack of personal pizzas, the three guilmon emerged from the kitchens once more, wheeling another three racks of medium sized pizzas. The young guilmon set a dozen two liter bottles of soda on the table that came with her meals. While the other two guilmon returned to the kitchen, he stood in stunned silence, sweat dripping down the side of his head as he watched her wolf down the personal pan pizzas with both paws cramming into her mouth.
“G-gosh, m-miss,” he stammered, “y-you sure r-really like pizza.”
Renamon cracked a grin while swallowing another large bulge of food. “*Mmmff*, want more, *orp*, need, *ulp*, more!”
She grabbed her first medium pizza from off the top rack closest to her. Six slices fit between her cheeks before she couldn’t close her mouth. Condensed as they were, a cup of oily fat was wrung from the cheese like water from a wet mop, gargling her muffled moans. With both paws wrapped around her gut, she tilted her head back, solely relying on her throat muscles to swallow the food down. It passed down to her chest, feeling as if it would burst its way through. Landing in her gut with a loud glorp, its increase in size drew her paws further apart. Looking at the young guilmon, she chuckled, wobbled her gut with her right paw and reached for a two liter soda with her left.
The guilmon returned to the kitchen baffled by what he had seen. After her last mouthful, Renamon’s seating grew uncomfortable for both her belly and rump; the table buffed the center of her full stomach, and her rear had widened so much that the stool was only capable of supporting one of her buns. She chose instead to stand, pushing aside the stool and plopping her enlarged gut over the table’s surface. It was another pleasurable revelation to stand at her size, feeling the weight of her blubbery body bear down on her, as well as feeling her rolls jiggle with each step.
Over the course of a few hours, Renamon showed little signs of stopping her gluttony. Any new customers who walked in were immediately repulsed by her vociferous belching, hiccuping and husky munching. Even the fat ones would take a single look at Renamon’s swelling figure and feel any other fast food selection was a healthier alternative. The young guilmon watched in bemused horror from the kitchen door window as her belly spilled across the round table, her rear folding over her chunky thighs and her pillowy arms bringing entire trays of pizza up to her face, tilting them and munching entire pizzas entirely hands free. Putting the final touches to the last part of her order, he only hoped it was enough to sate her, before she outgrew the whole restaurant.
Finishing her last medium pizza, and still waiting for the last of her order to arrive, Renamon had a moment of reprieve at last. She moaned with pleasure as she arched her back, leaning it against the wall left of her table. Her massively swollen belly dropped down to her knees, and her voluptuous wide rear made her bushy tail look like a feather duster by comparison. She groaned at having to lean over just to lift up as much belly as she could in her paws. Bouncing it up and down, she smiled whilst biting her lip, murmuring with bliss as it sloshed and glorped with enough pizza to feed everyone on her floor at work.
“*Oooogh*, *hic-hilp*, so full,” she said, rubbing her belly while jutting it outward. “Gosh, *hic-hilp*, I’m so, *bwooorp*, fat…I can actually hear all that food, *hic-hilp*, moving around in my belly. I can’t believe I could, *burap*, eat so much.” She budged herself off the wall, feeling one of her soft buns with a paw before giving it a series of gentle pats. “Oh yeah, *hic-hilp*, this is the life.”
While testing how much space on the table her belly took up, Renamon let out a euphoric moan as the guilmons wheeled out her final three racks stacked with large pizzas. The guilmons appeared exhausted, with two of them heading to the front door and the young one putting her bill on the table before collapsing on the floor.
“There’s your final bill, miss,” said the guilmon, “we’ve ran out of supplies, and we’re all too tired to cook anything else.”
“That’s okay, dear,” said Renamon, holding onto as much of her sloshing gut as she could, weighing it in her paws. “To tell you the truth, *hic-hilp*, I feel so full, I’m not sure I could eat all of these pizzas even if I wanted to.”
To her surprise, her stomach made no viscous growl or gurgle; instead, it bubbled softly like a simmering stew, content with all she had eaten. She, however, saw over thirty large pizzas heading to the dumpster if she couldn’t finish them herself. “Well…no sense in letting good pizza go to waste. I’m already, *hic-hilp*, amazingly fat, let's see how much I could glut after already being full.”
Smirking as the guilmon looked up at her, Renamon pulled out a large pizza from the rack. She proceeded to roll the pie up like a carpet, then position it above her head. Opening her mouth, she guided it in with both paws, pushing it down her throat. Her sloshing belly spilled further onto the table, catapulting forward after taking one last gulp.
“*Hic-hilp*, goodness,” she said in a husky tone short of burping. Swallowing an entire large pizza whole left her in a state of drunken ecstasy. She woozily swayed left and right, doing her best to keep her footpaws planted to the ground. Looking at the remaining pizzas on the rack, then back to her massive belly, she was unsure how many she’d be able to gobble up. Belching to clear space in her stomach, she grabbed another pizza, repeating the same technique she used on the first. Whether she’d passed out from overeating here or back on her couch at home, she was determined to make it a night to remember.
* * * * *
Satsuki returned home an hour before midnight, waving her date goodbye as they drove off. Her giddy mood vanished once she noticed Renamon’s car absent from the driveway; her eyes rolled, knowing full well where she might have driven to. She stormed through the front door and toward the kitchen, opening the fridge to find her chicken, rice and broccoli meal still covered in its plastic wrap. Grunting in frustration, she placed her paws on her hips, shaking her head in disappointment.
“Honestly, why does she even ask for my help losing weight when she still eats junk food now and then? That girl’s gunna have a hard week at the gym, believe it.”
As she walked to close the front door, she stopped next to the couch, noticing car lights flashing past the front windows. A car door slammed, followed by Renamon’s moaning trailing up the driveway. Satsuki crossed her arms like a stern parent, ready to scold her sister, regardless of her suffering from what sounded like a severe stomach ache.
The moaning grew louder, complete with grunting and another noise sounding like bottled up liquid. It bellowed in Satsuki’s ears each time Renamon would groan; the grotesque symphony of blorping and squelching caused her own stomach to churn. She opened her mouth to scold her sister when she heard her at the doorway; instead, her jaw dropped down to the floor, as a titanic mound of white fur poured its way through. A meaty arm gripped the doorway and hauled the rest of the yellow furred gelatinous mass inside. Hiccuping at the edge of the doorway, Renamon’s swollen face rested against the frame, sloppily grinning toward her awestruck sister.
“*Hic-hilp*, I’m back.”
“R-R-Ren? W-what, h-how, what happened to you?”
Renamon wiggled herself the rest of the way past the door frame, stomping her way toward the couch with her monstrous belly dragging along the floor. “*Oooh*, it’s been a night, *hic-hilp*, Suki. Such feasting and carousing, *hilp*, a real gorge. I must have eaten over eighty pizzas. Never did I think gluttony and overeating, *hic-hilp*, could bring so much joy.”
Renamon lifted what she could of her sloshing belly, wobbling it as she lumbered her way to the front of the couch. “And it was all so fattening, *hilp*. Feeling your body swell with so much lard and blubber, and being able to squeeze and fondle it all with your own two paws. Oh it was rich, my sister, riiich, *hic-hilp*.”
The couch cushions flattened like pancakes as Renamon sat in the center. Her bulging hips nearly touched the armrests at the edges, and her back sunk into the cushions behind her. Her belly flowed between her chunky thighs, dropping down to the floor while still resting in front of her at chest height. Spreading her arms over the top of the couch, she looked up at her scowling sister standing over her.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” said Satsuki, “after how much work you put in to stick to your diet. I figured you’d go out to get yourself some fast food, but didn’t expect you’d come back as some…massive…blob. How on earth did you even manage to eat eighty pizzas anyway? By the way you sounded coming up the driveway I thought you had a major stomach ache.”
“*Hic-hilp*, my stomach can handle anything, apparently,” Renamon gave her belly a series of pats. “Though, I almost passed out, *hic-hilp*, eating those last dozen large pizzas. Lets face it, Suki. Your body is good at losing weight, and my body was made for gaining it, *hic-hilp*. And honestly, I’ve never felt happier.”
Satsuki grimaced as Renamon fondled her corpulent gut, sloshing it in her paws. “You’re-you’re not serious. You’re just saying all this because you’re too bloated to know what you’re talking about. You’ll see. In the morning when you wake up, you’re gunna regret what you did to yourself.”
Renamon sneered at her sister, wobbling her belly before Satsuki stepped back, closed the door and walked to her room in a huff. Alone with her churning gut, its soft gurgling caused her eyes to grow heavy. Her arms hung limp at her sides, and her head submerged into her neck fluff. Her eyes and mouth shut, muffling her hiccups. With her own corpulent mass weighing her down better than any blanket, Renamon fell into the deepest-coziest sleep she had ever experienced before.
Comments
CollinthePoodle
Sadly no. There's only a handful of characters I personally want to write about outside of my own OCs. For everything else, people are free to suggest and vote for them on here. That's how this story came to be after all x3. Renamon was never on my writing table, but Patreon made this story possible.
Puget Harbor Seal
Love the story but I was wondering if you thought of writing something concerning gloria the hippo or the penguin of the same name ? If not then thats fine, I was just curious
