Story by  Soren Ehanu, this is their half of our trade

Flare excitedly dusted off her counter as she wriggled with glee. It was a few minutes away from opening just like every other day at Digi "Mass"-age in the Relaxation District of Area-Break. Nothing out of the ordinary for the Guilmon girl, save for a few hundred additional pounds to her booty from yesterday. As manager of her own massage joint, she had taken a unique perspective in utilizing the digital world to provide the perfect experience for her patrons. But with the VR machines she utilized to give such, there had been a massive requirement for data storage.

In her Digimon form, however, Flare found a solution by storing the data in her own body. Of course, that hadn't gone without side-effects, as the immense reserves of information had fattened her significantly. Her bosom was buxom to a degree that each of her melons were bigger than her head and her belly to bulge far beyond thrice its original size and weight, hanging past her knees.

But the greater majority of the fatty-data showed in Flare-mon's gluteus, which had far exceeded any connotation made by "maximus." Not only did the robe she wore exceed the size of a canvas, it was a veritable tent with a capacity to hold a very large family. Her rump filled out every single inch of the clothing, ponderously bulky enough to effectively hide a trio of teenage elephants.

Like I said, there was a LOT of data to be stored.

But Flare didn't mind it at all. In fact, she rather enjoyed having a booty that could literally stop traffic in any city outside of Area-Break. As it were, however, she was content to stay in her shop and service her patrons with her fatty touch and feel the data of their experience add girth to her bum. A couple patrons, regulars that came every week, greeted Flare as they entered, sliding around the narrow margin between her girth and the wall on the way to their VR rooms. If she hadn't been so titanically heavy, Flare would've been bouncing up and down in excitement. She sloshed her girth over to the doorway and leaned out, leaving her booty inside still as she looked up and down the street in search of her visitor.

The Guilmon girl was eager for Momma Mung to arrive so she could show the fatty dragonelle (or whatever form she was in) her shop. Ehanu Rehu, "Momma Mung" to many, had been busy with work and as such hadn't been afforded an opportunity to visit Area-Break and Flare-mon's shop. She checked her watch again, sighing a little as she noticed only two minutes had passed. That left just under ten minutes before the appointed time that Ehanu promised she'd arrive, but waiting so eagerly for the motherly fatty made time feel like it slowed to a crawl.

It appeared that a teal and gray blimp was being steered too close to the ground, but Flare knew the prolate spheroid was in fact a dragoness of oft-questionable gender. As it neared, the drakine features confirmed it to be Flare's momma dragon, Ehanu Rehu. In her base dragon form and having a zoomorphic stature at the moment, Ehanu or "Mung" was more inclined to an oval shape, any sinewy quality inherent to easterns having disappeared under innumerable layers of pudge, paunch, and fat. But even in this state, her chest had two slightly-noticeable mounds on her chest, only hinting at the insane proportions her figure achieved in an anthropomorphic state. Her neck squished up against her face, lending a pile of chins to her appearance as well and only solidifying her status as a near-blob fatty.

The obese elemental floated lazily near, a smile crossing her muzzle as she recognized Flare-mon leaning through her shop door. The Guilmon maiden waved with a claw and would've fallen forward in her excitement, had her buttocks not been large enough to not-quite fit through the door in its current configuration. Flare backed into her shop as quickly as her humongous buttocks would allow, her gelatinous lumps bouncing and squishing the lone customer who had been standing there, likely entranced by the humongous butt-cheeks clogging up the door.

Flare made sure to tap the console on the wall as she did so, configuring the entrance to a greater width to make way for the approaching avoirdupois-padded dragoness. With a *zwish* the glass frame heightened and widened to triple, then sextuple its initial dimensions, just barely wide enough now for Flare to possibly squeeze her rump through. It was then that Ehanu's ponderous bulk floated in sight and she settled her massive girth on the ground in front of the shop. The dragonelle's belly and chest pressed into the ground with a visible evidence of girth, belying the maybe-inflated appearance she possessed, proving beyond doubt that it was 100% adipose filling out her frame and folding in on itself as she surrendered herself to gravity's hold. But even fully settled on the concrete, Ehanu's legs were still unable to reach the ground despite her instinctual reaching of her limbs to do so, futilely before she realized her mistake with a giggle.

"Good mrawrning, sweety," Ehanu said in a tinkling soprano, floating herself off the ground to move into the shop again. As she hovered heavily near, the dragonelle gave a salutatory lick, prompting a ticklish giggle from Flare-mon.

"Good mrawrning to you too, momma," Flare said, her voice a gentle alto. She giggled again as she surprised herself with the musical quality to her voice, as this was her only form that was truly female, all others being male, though very femboi especially when fattened.

"You look like you've been doing swell, Flare-butt," Ehanu said.

"Yessums," Flare said, scooting her butt back to allow Ehanu a slightly better view of the shop, "ever since opening, I've been turning over a very obese profit that could compare to your weightiness, mama."

"Coo, I'm glad to hear it's going so good for you," Ehanu purred, hovering near to gaze towards the back. Her belly and not-quite-boobs jiggled as they rubbed against Flare's butt-spheres. Flare giggled ticklish at the touch of their two fatty forms, but proceeded with her tour.

"Each room is a self-adjustable VR uplink with pocket dimensional spells to accommodate for any and all sizes," Flare proceeded, scooching to the side to allow her momma more room. The wall groaned as her zaftig tush squashed more into it, but didn't allow her further movement. Regardless, Ehanu still moved forward and squished her blorpy swell deeper between Flare's hilly rump and the wall.

"Murr, I see you've been putting your mama's teachings to good use, dear," Ehanu said titillatingly.

"Yes, mama. But that's not the best part," Flare said excitedly as she dragged her arse through the super-wide hallway, inviting Ehanu to follow, "Running a multi-level VR salon requires power, which was no problem to acquire in this city, but having enough storage for the mountains of information generated by such was an issue I initially ran into."

"And how did you solve it?" Ehanu said, squishing into Flare's rump as she leaned in close with eager interest.

"You're resting on it, teeheehee," Flare said with a minor jiggle of her booty. Ehanu turned her head down, squishing the meter-thick fatness of her neck as she looked at Flare-mon's mountainous mounds of fat buttocks. Her jaw dropped into the multiplicity of chins as it dawned on the dragonelle how exactly the terabytes and terabytes of info were being stored.

"Holy mother of pearl, Digimon can store data like that?" Ehanu said, cooing with a sudden excitement.

"Yes, mama," Flare said.

"And do you have to be in the shop all the time?" Ehanu said, lowering herself to the ground as her fattiness jiggled ponderously.

"No, as a Digimon, I can just type in my body's IP address and the system--"

"Wait, individual Digimon have an IP?" Ehanu said, her head tilting in quite intense interest.

"Uhm, yeah, it's funny but true," Flare said, her own head tilting as she wondered where this conversation was going. "Why are you so--?"

"Can you set me up as a secondary server?" Ehanu interrupted again, her paws nervously kneading her ballooned breasts as an expression of pleading innocence crossed her muzzle and her eyes widened in excited anticipation.

Flare-mon blinked in surprise, but a smile pulled her mouth upwards and she cooed in pleased realization. That was right, how could she forget that Ehanu had a Digi-form of her own?

"Oh of course, ma, please do. As fun as it is to get bigger and bigger every day, I don't want to deny you the pleasure of shoring up some of my data," Flare-mon said, inducing a loud squeal of delight from the near-blob dragonelle.

"Okayokaylemmeshiftformsthankyousomuch," Ehanu chittered, her words spilling out like a waterfall. Immediately, she leaned her head back and a gentle aura of chocolate-brown surrounded the fatty as she summoned one of her many alternate forms.

Flare watched in amazement at the form-shift, enchanted with the show that began. While Flare herself shifted forms on a regular basis, she never saw it from another's perspective. Ehanu never usually did it as she normally stuck with one form for at least an entire day. Rare was it indeed for her to change mid-day.

Her lengthy, albeit lardaceous, body shortened and compressed as her teal and gray scales and scutes began to recolor. The brown of the aura surrounding her began to merge with her body, dying it the same shade of milky chestnut. Her figure slimmed rapidly, her maybe-boobs and behemoth-belly shrinking down like someone was deflating them. Ehanu's rump was shrinking distinctly slower, but was lessening all the same. Her thighs and inner-legs gained an ivory plating as her hind-claws merged and spread into a triplet of thickened digits. Her entire stature shifted to one of zoomorphic posture, her ankles and feet turning an algae-green. Ehanu's fore-limbs morphed and changed into the insectoid one-claw, with the fore-arm gaining the forest-green chitin and the flabby biceps having the same chocolatey brown. A mound of hardened chitin formed on Ehanu's spine, growing into an emerald shell adorned with relatively-rounded spikes as a secondary pair of vestigial arms grew from her sides at the junction between shell and swollen waist. The triangular muzzle pressed into her skull, forming the interlocking mandibles on her now-spherical head. Her eyes domed out a little as they gained compound qualities, though her irises remained. As the final changes to her form completed, a pair of antennae sprouted from her forehead, becoming pseudo-eyebrows.

The now-Tentomon Ehanu stood on her feet-claws with an excited chitter. She was noticeable less fatty, with a belly that pouted out to only the top quarter of her thighs, a nigh-invisible chest, and less-blorped bum. Given, her rump was still the most significant of size about her, but compared to her previous awe-inspiring hugeness, her bum seemed a little modest in size.

"What's my IP? Tell me my IP please? I wanna know my IP?" Ehanu churred excitedly, her voice now a deeper alto, but still distinctly feminine despite her rather-femboi-ish appearance. She hopped up and down on her buttocks-laden feet, bouncing and jiggling her lightened fatness in mesmerizing glee.

Flare tore her gaze from the bobbling orbs attached to the insectoid Ehanu's thighs (or, rather the butt-thigh combo that the swollen spheres were more-accurately statused as) and smiled warmly at her. "Looks like you're excited," said Flare.

"Boy, am I ever, hon," chittered Ehanu as her girth-quaking, earth-shaking show of excitement came to a rest. However, the Tentomon (for that was what Flare-mon recognized Ehanu's form as) still experienced inertial imbalance as her tush continued to slosh and trounce about long after she ceased her hopping. Not even firmly plant her fore-claws into her posterior calmed them enough, as they were still girthed to the point of possessing their own momentum.

"Goodness, mom, your butt looks more excited than you are," Flare giggled as Ehanu continued to struggle for balance.

"Only because it's so ready to get so much rounder," Ehanu said, smiling her mandibles as she floundered with the involuntary swaying of her hips. Stumbling and wobbling about, Ehanu-mon managed to wrangle her heaving buttocks and thighs under a semblance of control, albeit with the couch-sized pair of rump-cushions gratuitously undulating.

"Well, in that case, should we get started?" Flare said, motioning with a claw towards the back.

"Lead the way, dear," Ehanu chittered, rubbing her comparably-small-though-still-extremely-hefty belly in anxious glee.

With a giggle, the Guilmon scooted to the side and began to shepherd the way, lugging her humongous posterior along with no lack of oscillation. The half-her-sized Tenomon followed along behind, her own behind not even quite reaching the floor, but swinging and bouncing generously as its owner shimmied along. The well-weighted Flare-mon brought Ehanu-mon through the halls of her establishment, the area only claustrophobic due to Flare's posterior filling ninety percent of the walking space. There was an occasional patron passing by in the halls, requiring them to shimmy by the swollen spheres of Flare's and Ehanu's rumps, though they had a significantly easier time circumventing Ehanu.

Flare told Ehanu about her shop while they lumbered along. The VR rooms utilized the complete immersion of direct-neural link, made possible by wireless (and therefore 100% non-invasive) cranial connection. For all intents and purposes, they were astral projected into the shop's servers, which made Ehanu stop and ask if the patrons were *inside Flare's butt-cheeks.* Flare simply giggled tittilatingly and explained it was the environments that were stored in her rump and Ehanu's in the near future. Each VR room had its own server that the customer's astral projection resided in and the system drew the environments and experiences of customers past when someone desired a similar experience. When they sought for a new, unexplored event not already saved to Flare's butt-files, however, their own thoughts created the new environment and, when the experience was done, forwarded the data on to Flare's rump-server.

They arrived, then, to the control center that had a few devices and such for server "maintenance." Flare sloshed over to one of many devices involved with living as a digital creature made physical, her rump convulsing with the motions of walking. Ehanu watched the mesmerizing motions of her enormous seat until Flare turned around, swinging the globes in a vast showing of her voluptuousness. Suddenly self-conscious of her comparably-humble girth, Ehanu pressed her arm-claws into her mattress-sized posterior.

"Now just hold still while I scan for the uplink to server priorities," Flare said, bringing the palm-sized device in front of her and opening her claw. The golden sphere floated up and over to Ehanu, a silvery light sparking to live and scanning over her bottom-heavy form. The light then abruptly cut off as the machine beeped and sank back to Flare's paw. A hologram flared to life above it, stating "server uplink successful."

"It is done," Flare said, "you're now permanently connected as a data server for Digi Mass-age."

If Ehanu-mon still had possessed palms, she would've been clapping in excitement. As it were, however, she still was clacking her arm-claws together and bouncing on her toe-claws in glee, tremoring her humongous derriere. The Tentomon's energy quickly petered out, however, as she realized there was nothing to look forward now as the uplinking was rather uneventful. Her antennae ruffled in confusion as a clear expression of disappointment crossed her features.

"So, that's it?" Ehanu said.

"For uplinking, yes," Flare said, her smile only having grown, "But setting you up as a server isn't quite finished."

"Oh, what's left then?" Ehanu said, joy returning to her gem-like eyes.

"That which a back-up server is usually used for: secure caching," Flare said, clicking a button on the control panel beside her.

Ehanu had no time to ask what Flare meant, as the Tentomon's mind was suddenly railroaded by an avalanche of sensations. Electrical tingling arced over her body, most notably her rump, as the cocoa-colored cheeks throbbed visibly. Ehanu churred as her gluteus maximus surged bigger, swelling at a rate that seemed to the naked eye as if the spheres were inflating. They sagged lower to the ground, denoting it was lipid matter filling the insectoid's rump rather than gaseous content. Her legs, barely present with the girth of her already-colossal keister, were indistinguishable from her hindquarters; her limbs had become part of her buttocks, appearing as two humongous orbs with a chubby Tentomon torso up top with paw-feet disappearing under the advancing tides of fat.

"This is most excellent!" Ehanu cheered, rubbing the rising hills of her fattening fanny.

"Only the best for you, mommy," Flare cooed, walking over beside the Tentomon, the Guilmon giggled as she rested her rump beside Ehanu's growing one.

Already, Ehanu-mon's booty was starting to reach the astounding heights that Flare-mon's seat already had achieved. They had positioned themselves with their backsides facing the large jumbo-tron that acted as the room's screen, but with Ehanu's swelling sacrum occupying more and more space, the screen was becoming more difficult for anyone, even the two bottom-heavy 'mons, to be able to see. It wasn't long before Ehanu's thighs and butt achieved the same size as Flare's, stopping at that girth having assimilated all the proper data.

As the electric sensation died down, Ehanu chittered in delight. She was so absolutely massive now! The distinction between her thighs, legs, and bum had completely disappeared, the limbs only massive balls supporting her tubby torso. Her belly and bust had gotten a small helping of the lard, as all the food-fat had been replaced with data-fat, forcing the lipids to move upwards. Of course, while Ehanu's belly and breasts had doubled in size and spilled out significantly more, they were still dwarfed by the absolute beastly girth touted by her tush!

Ehanu leaned back, shivering as her shell's spikes poked the immense softness of her rump. She needn't leaned far, as the orbs already smothered against her lower back. Her vestigial waist-arms were mostly buried and there was a visible dimpling caused by her rump's perpetual state of minute wobbling. Viewing her feet required effort now, as not only would one have to press their visage parallel to the ground but also have to lift up the curtaining swell of chocolate and ivory smothering around them. Her thighs jutted to the sides and in front of her by several feet, a relatively-small bump halfway down the front of her legs signifying where her knee would've been underneath all that lardaceous padding. She could plausibly seat an entire family of fourteen on the frontal portion of her fattened femur, and undoubtedly have room for thrice that many on the main plaza of her backside.

Massaging her own tush, Ehanu's chitters and churrs grew louder. Flare relinquished her own purring as she swung her own room-filling butt around to playfully bump the nigh-comatose insectoid. The impact of the butt-cheeks emitted an audible slorshing sound as waves rippled across the surfaces of both booties. Ehanu rocked back and forth atop the roiling undulations, giggles sounding from her mandibles. Ehanu's equal size to Flare meant she didn't stumble from the show of girthy affection from her child. Ehanu did awaken from her trance, though, and managed to remove her arms from the folds of her rotund rumpus. Dragging her furrowed folds of fatty flesh, Ehanu made her way over to Flare's front with an expression that far surpassed any level of joy one could fathom. She had transcended nirvana and was visibly in heaven right now.

The Tentomon leaned forward, reaching as best she could across their combined heft of their frontal hocks. The Guilmon shivered at the sensation of their booties' frontal swells smooshed firmly into one another before the soft chitin of Ehanu's arms wrapped around Flare's shoulders. Their boobs squished into one another, but Ehanu-mon managed to bring Flare-mon in for a full embrace, her chittering buzzing in the Guilmon's ear-fins.

"Thank you, my fatty baby," Ehanu said.

"You're welcome, my swollen mama," Flare said.