Art by Yours Truly
Story by  mickeybamboo with assistance from  bh15

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One Little Party Guest Loved Games Galore …

“Takatomon…are you in there?” The red dinosaur digimon looked into another door as his thick reptilian tail wagged to and fro. This was the best game of hide and seek ever! The place was massive, and there seemed to be something different in every room! Not to mention that he’d met so many different and fun people.

There was that bunnymon who seemed a bit angry, and who most certainly NOT Gargomon. That guy didn’t know how to have fun. Then there was that fat penguinmon who was playing tag with him! Too bad he disappeared a while ago. And then that big green turtlemon, although he was a bit cranky…
 
But still, NEW FRIENDS! And of course, so much fun. There was one room he found full of food, but no Guilmon bread. Then there was the room with the fake Takatomon, but he didn’t smell like Takatomon, so he just shut the door. Then another door opened to the digital world with two Renamon there who seemed to have very large upper chests, and were beckoning him with low, smooth voices. They were weird, though, so he ignored them.
 
As the childlike digimon continued to crisscross the various hallways and passageways of the manor, Guilmon started to hear some people talking. His finned ear twitched as he paused and tried to listen in closer.
 
“…Oh come on, seriously? This…THIS is what you came up with?”
 
“Well, nothing you tried worked!”
 
“Yeah, like you were any better. Seriously, big breasted fox things?”

“HEY, that would have worked for some people!”

“Yeah, but this guy’s a complete…”

“I know, I know. Which is why I know this trick will work. Besides…I’m all out of ideas…Wait, quiet! I hear him..”

“Hallo?” asked the gentle voice of the red dinosaur as he slowly opened a door to an unassuming room. His eyes widened in joy, though, as the contents of the room were illuminated.

The now well-lit area was filled with Halloween decorations and children’s party games. Guilmon giggled with glee as his tail knocked over a priceless vase in the hallway before rushing into the room, and the door shut behind him.

There were so many games! There was pin the tail on the Guilmon! A Guilmon piñata! Musical chairs! A tub for apple-bobbing! There was even Twister! The digimon giggled in glee as he couldn’t decide what to do first.

On the far wall, a crudely hand-drawn sign caught his eye. On one end was a crayon drawing of a thin, sad Guilmon, but on the other side was a big, round, happy-looking Guilmon with “Winner” written under it in multiple colors. The ‘mon was a bit confused, wondering what it meant, but then his eyes turned back to the games and more important concerns crossed his mind; mainly, which game he should try first!

Well, pin the tail on the Guilmon seemed easy, so he walked over to the poster of a very healthy and tubby version of himself. Tilting his head, he saw a blindfold and a thin cardboard cutout of his tail. Smiling, the red dinosaur ignored the blindfold and grabbed the tail, pinning it to the appropriate place on the poster.

“YAY! Guilmon wins!” He cheered for himself.

“Hey, wait! That’s not how you’re…”

“SHHHH, just let it go, moron…” Guilmon looked around for the voices, but he also felt a bit odd. Looking down, he saw his small belly expanding outwards. His small white paunch really bworped out as his limbs plumped with added lard. His tail thickened up and even the start of a double chin became apparent.

“OH! Guilmon gets it now! When Guilmon wins…he gets…BIGGER!” And thus, in a matter of seconds, the childlike digimon had associated a bigger body with winning. Although he could swear he could hear the sound of a palm hitting a face somewhere.

Next up, was the piñata. Guilmon completely the available blindfold again, as well as the bat, and instead went with an attack.

“PYRO BLAST!” A plume of plasma burst forth from his muzzle, destroying the piñata in seconds, as well as disintegrating any candy inside and leaving a burning string that hung from the ceiling.

“Guilmon wins again!” The digimon raised his clawed hands into the air in victory. Much more weight seemed to pile onto the digital monster this time as his chest sagged onto his expanding gut. His tail thickened up even more as the double chin continued to push out, becoming more prominent next to his new chubby cheeks. His ass, of course, rounded out just as much around that widening tail.

“That’s…one way to smash a piñata…”
 
“He was SUPPOSED to EAT the candy and THEN get…”
 
“Let it go…”
 
Once again, the confused dinosaur tried to find out where the voices were… before he rediscovered the musical chairs! Slowly waddling his new “winning” bulk over to them, he heard music start to play.

And so, before the music could even stop, the dinosaur sat in one chair, then the next, which was a bit larger, and so on and so forth before finally moving on to the last and widest chair as the music continued to weave its melody.

“Yay! Guilmon wins again!” The digimon cheered, and then belched loudly, filling out even more corpulently, his already pudgy butt swelling to fit the large reinforced seat of the chair, and then outgrow it! His massive, wobbling belly spilled out with waves upon waves of flab, the stretched Digital Hazard on his midsection hanging above his knees as the now morbidly obese lizard celebrated his latest victory. His thick tail rounded out even more so as he stood up, causing the chair to get stuck around that and his massively expanding ass.
 
His multiple chins had DNA Digivolved together with his long saurian neck into one thick truck tire of lard. His larger cheeks rested comfortably on it as the rest of his face just kept looking rounder and rounder, his muzzle shrinking into the growing expanse of fat. Moving was starting to prove exceptionally difficult for the ‘mon as he waddled about, the chair still precariously stuck between his medicine ball sized butt cheeks as he decided what game he wanted to play next.
   
“That’s not how one plays…”
 
“JUST LET IT GO!”
 
Ah, there was the next game! Huffing and puffing over to the large board of Twister, the red ‘mon looked down, starting to sweat from effort as he saw the spinner start to twirl out of nowhere. Right claw on red.
 
Looking at his hand, and the red dot, the exceedingly corpulent digimon had a realization. His claw was attached to the rest of him, so…

Following a train of logic only he could understand, Guilmon dumped his lard-filled backside down on the Twister board, the chair splintering off his massive rear as it completely smothered the game board.
 
“Woo, Guilmon wins again! Hehe, this is fun! Wish Takatomon could see me.” And once again, weight piled onto the already corpulent creature. He was now a tremendous eight hundred pounds after ‘winning’ at Twister, and he was barely able to even lift himself off the game board to examine the picture on the wall again.
 
“I...I have no words. He’s either the biggest idiot ever, or a genius.”
 
“…There’s one more game. He can’t possibly mess this one up. Besides, I put in a “special” feature.”
 
While the blobby ‘mon was pretty big, he still didn’t quite resemble the Guilmon in the poster yet. His eyes traveled to the only game left.
   
There, in the back of the room, was a tub filled with apples drifting in a thick, caramel-colored goop. Hefting his almost half-ton frame, Guilmon slowly waddled his big fat digi-buns over to the tub, his gut dragging on the ground. Sniffing at the sweet smell, the digimon eagerly dunked his head to start the game.
     
Unbeknownst to the innocent ‘mon, the trap was set, and now sprung! Inside the large wooden tub, the caramel goo was actually a semi-sentient slime. And as a defense mechanism, it would blow up the first person it came in contact with by a few hundred pounds.
 
As the vicious, yet delicious, slime filled the surprised Guilmon’s mouth, it made sure to quickly inflate the digital beast up. No sooner had the slime entered his stomach than it begin to dissolve, quickly converting itself into more fat and further bloating the already corpulent creature. Yes, everything was FINALLY going to plan for our disembodied voices.
 
Well, it was. But when the slime tried to pull out, it couldn’t. The red dinosaur was now actively trying to consume it. ALL of it.

“NO, *slrrrp* Guilmon will win!” The digimon protested, dunking his head further into the tub, slurping up the slime with only thoughts of winning the game! His form was growing too large now, his already round form bloating into more of a Guilblob than an actual ‘mon.
  
At last, the final remains of the slime were inhaled into the massive digimon’s maw.  Guilmon’s whole body rolled forward, crushing the tub as the huge red dino laid on his back, releasing a celebratory belch.
   
At a gargantuan sixteen hundred pounds, the immobile red and white blob wobbled there, stunning his invisible hosts.
   
“Was he…supposed to eat the…”
    
“NO HE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT THE WHOLE THING!”
     
“…So did he…”
   
“…Let’s just get rid of him already…” The hidden voices sighed as a lever was pulled.
     
The section of floor under the Guilblob started to lower, much to the ‘mon’s amusement. While sad that he wasn’t completely spherical like the picture, he figured he was close enough, which was good enough for him. His legs were thick with multiple rolls of flab, and were utterly useless as his fat little feet were trapped in the thick ring of fat. And that wasn’t saying anything about his stubby, tree-trunk sized tail. His thick arms were almost useless, barely able to lift themselves.
  
As the platform lowered into the buffet area, the happy ‘mon gave out another excited belch as he saw a whole table covered in Guilmon bread. The other gluttonous inhabitants of the hall looked in awe at the impressively immobile lard ball, the largest they’d seen… so far.
 
The platform beneath the hedonistically obese digimon came to a stop with a strained thud, a mechanism then rolling the red lard ball closer so his stubby arms could reach his just reward of Guilmon bread.
  
“YAY! Guilmon wins again!” The glutinous red dinosaur didn’t even skip a beat as he started in on the bread that was his own personal prize. No one really wanted to contradict him, he seemed happy enough as it was.

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“That… was an odd one.”

“You can say that again. Who’s idea was that room anyways?”

“His. He says he got some help from down under.”

"I didn't know demons planned parties."

"Me neither. We're almost done though..."

“Heh, almost. Think they’ll see it coming?”

“Of course not. It’s Halloween. There’s always room for one more trick…”

…He Played Every One And Then There Were Four

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RULES
Read carefully!

- This is your typical 'Survivor' scenario, where instead of voting for who you'd like to win, you all get to VOTE FOR WHO YOU WANT TO LOSE.

- The guest with the most votes at the end of each round will fall into a trap and gain weight before being eliminated from the roster.

- IMPORTANT: One of the guests is actually a conspirator! The last guest left standing is the spy and will not gain weight at all. Who is it? That's for you to decide!

- Each trap is more potent than the one before it! The longer a guest lasts, the fatter they may get!

- Go to https://www.furaffinity.net/view/17858453/ to see which guests are left! ONLY VOTES PLACED HERE WILL COUNT FOR THE SEVENTH ROUND!

- Voting ends at 11:59 PM EST, Thursday, October 22nd