Story commission for  WomblesFan

Is there ever such a thing as too many big fluffy bunnies?

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“Hmm, I wonder where I am this time,” pondered Kent the Womble as he scratched his pudgy paunch and looked around. He couldn’t see much beyond a huge, emerald green field in all directions, after departing a thick forest, with grass that came up no shorter than Kent’s waist. It was almost impossible to see what was ahead of him with the exception of a hilly area in the distance. Looking up, he saw the sky, but there was also streams of data running across it, ones and zeroes going by like birds on migration and immediately a place came to his mind. “This… is this the Digital World?” Scratching his chubby chin, he looked around disappointed. “But I haven’t seen any Digimon around, so is it?” Making his way to the hills in the distant, Kent hoped to find someone, Digimon or otherwise to help him out before his knack at getting lost kicked in and he ended up somewhere else entirely.

The trek to the hills proved a lot further than Kent thought, but the warm, sunny, day combined with a refreshing breeze that ruffled his fur and made his ears flap like a pair of flags made him feel at ease, even his rumbling stomach that had been eager for food for the last hour.

Suddenly, Kent heard a noise in the tall grass around him and turned sharply to check it out, but there was nothing there. Then again, he heard something rushing through the grass behind him, but looking once again and all he could see was the sea of tall grass around him dancing in the wind.

“Not feeling so relaxed anymore,” Kent said to himself nervously as he started to waddle faster. The grass felt even thicker around him now making wading through it more difficult, but he plowed a path through it with brute force. He had hoped that if he moved quickly enough, he could evade whoever was stalking him, however, he could see lots of movement in the grass drawing closer to him and not in one or two areas but what looked like a dozen at least.

“It must be grass sharks,” worried Kent attempting to flail his arms desperately at his sides like it would help him swim through all this grass. Heart racing, and breath heavy with panting, Kent knew they’d be on top of him at any second. Looking all around him, they were moving in from every direction. There was no escape. And then Kent tripped, crashing into something big, soft and fluffy.

“Oh, ya found me,” came a voice from the big, soft, fluffy thing. “Looks like you are the winner this time.”

“What?” cried a voice from the grass that didn’t sound anything like a grass shark.

“Oh, man,” groaned another voice hidden in the grass. “I thought I was gonna win this time.”

“No way! I was!”

“Hey! Wait a minute. That, uh, whatever he is wasn’t even playing.”

“Hmm?” pondered the big, soft, fluffy thing as a pair of big, chubby arms reached over and managed to lift up Kent with relative ease. Kent was a bit nervous to be picked up so suddenly, but it did allow for him to get a better look at what he collided with and to his discovery, he hand run right into a cream-colored gut that was significantly larger than his own and the owner was a Gargomon that Kent instantly recognized by his big, bunny body, his large feet, the green fur on the top half of his head and ears, the red markings on his face, the small pointed horn on his head, and the pants he wore that had his ample gut spill over onto. Kent also noticed that he didn’t have his gun attachments on his arms or his ammo belt across one of his shoulders. He looked back at Kent smiling and chuckled a little. “Well, what do you know. You found me and weren’t even playing. You’re mighty good at hide and seek.”

“Hide and seek?” asked Kent still not sure what was going on and felt awkward that the Gargomon hadn’t put him down yet.”

“He can’t win if he wasn’t even playing,” the voices in the grass complained.

“Yeah!” another one agreed as they got closer and soon revealed themselves to Kent and Gargomon. They were Terriermon, white and green-furred bunny like Digimon with short arms and legs, but incredibly long ears. There was quite a large number of them too and like the Gargomon, they were all rather rotund appearing like balls of pudge that looked like they could get stuck on their belly or back if they weren’t careful. “He’s too tall anyway. It’s not fair that he can see overtop the grass.”

“They do bring up a mighty interesting point,” commented Gargomon to Kent as he sat up from his hiding place in the grass and placed Kent on the ground where they could barely see one another’s face while his big belly was obstructing their view. “You are tall enough to see over the grass so that’s kind of like cheating.”

“I’m sorry,” apologized Kent feeling bad for a moment before realizing he had no reason to be. “Wait, I wasn’t playing your game. I was just lost and wandering when I ended up in this big field.”

“Then you aren’t a cheater,” stated Gargomon as he happily hugged Kent into his fatty belly. “You are our guest! Welcome to our burrow!”

“Th-thanks,” wheezed Kent getting smothered against Gargomon’s fat stomach.

“Don’t just thank me,” he told Kent. “My little friends here wanna welcome you here too.”

“Hi there!”

“Nice to meet… uh, whatever you are.”

“I think he’s a fat dog, but I don’t know what breed.”

“Are you sure about that? He doesn’t even have a tail.”

“There are tailless breeds and maybe his was removed.”

“But that face doesn’t look anything like a dog’s.”

“I told you guys to make him feel welcome, not make a fuss over what he is,” lectured Gargomon. He then turned to look at Kent. “So, what are you anyway?”

“I’m a Womble,” Kent explained. “I’m completely different from a dog even if it might not look like it.” As Kent finished speaking, a very audible gurgle sounded in his stomach.

“Sounds like you’re eager for some videls,” noticed Gargomon. “Luckily for you, we were about to get ready for lunch and now you can join us.”

“I’d love to,” answered Kent happily. He didn’t even consider attempting to turn a meal down after making him such a generous offer. He doubted his belly would have allowed it either. “What are we having?”

“I reckon, you’ll just have to be surprised,” Gargomon told Kent as he picked him up and carried him at his side like he was a duffle bag. The Terriermon followed after in line formation towards the hills that upon a closer look had a door and windows like a house. As Gargomon opened the door and brought Kent in, he got to see the inside of the place. He had expected it, at first, to be like being in a hole in the ground, but quickly found it felt nothing like that. The walls, ceiling, and even the floors were tiled with smooth stones making it so not even a speck of dirt was visible on the inside. To keep the place illuminated, big windows were installed to help the sunshine get in and for when there was no sun for illumination, dozens of beeswax candles were around, all set to provide illumination along with a sweet honey aroma throughout the burrow. There was wooden furniture like chairs and tables as well as many other things that were all finely crafted and even done in a bunny-like design. Kent also took note of one chair that was in the works of being made.

“Did you make all the furniture here?” asked Kent curiously.

“More than that,” he explained. “I fixed up this whole place here with these two paws of mine. Had to make it bigger so that all my buds here would have room too, but it was all worth it and not a half bad job if I’m allowed to boast a bit.”

“Boast all you want,” encouraged Kent. “This place looks incredible.” Kent’s stomach let out a gurgle. “Uh, and my belly is wondering if your cooking is as good as your crafting skills.”

“I think these tumtums of ours speak for themselves,” chuckled Gargomon patting his gut and the Terriermon rubbing their own hungry bellies.

“Good point,” smiled Kent as he was seated at a long table in the dining room and Gargomon hopped into the kitchen where he hefted over a large black pot and placed it onto the table carefully. The Terriermon helped to set the table for themselves, Gargmon, and their guest, Kent before taking seats themselves. “I feel a bit bad not helping out,” admitted Kent as he watched all this.

“You are our guest,” reminded Gargomon. “Don’t worry about it at all.” Removing the lid on the pot, Gargomon scooped up the contents inside and starting with Kent, he poured a few ladlefuls into the bowl in front of him and then went clockwise around the table to all the Terriermon and himself.

“Oh, wow,” drooled Kent with delight. “Beef stew and it smells delicious!”

“Well, did you expect it to just be a pot of carrots or something?” questioned Gargomon as he finished serving everyone then sat down himself.

“Well, there are carrots in it,” commented Kent stabbing one with his fork to show him.

“Heheh, well rabbits or not, carrots are good,” he stated. “But enough yapping. Let’s eat up!”

“Mmmm!” all the Terriermon said in harmony as they all took their first mouthful of stew and savored it. Kent did the same and felt it practically melt in his mouth from how creamy the stew was or how soft and flavorful the potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms were. And the meat was even better, so juicy and tender it was a treat for the palette that they couldn’t keep from smiling and salivating with even more eagerness for their next mouthful. Kent closed his eyes wanting to enjoy the moment for as long as possible, but his ears quickly picked up some hurried scarfing soon after and to his surprise, all the Terriermon and Gargomon were suddenly stuffing their faces with the stew like it was their last meal. Watching in awe, they didn’t pause from eating till their bowls were empty and quickly they got up on the table with their bowl to pour more stew into it, trying to beat the others to it to get their refill first. Despite the sudden battle for seconds bringing a lot of tension to the meal, they all stood patiently in line till it was their turn, not so much as roughhousing a little.

“Some meal,” thought Kent looking down at his bowl still mostly full from how distracted he had been watching the others. His belly then let out a growl and reminded him that he was a part of this eating battle too and that he wouldn’t get any seconds if he didn’t pick up the pace. Returning to eating, Kent started to gobble up his stew as quickly as possible and then got up on the table to get in line too. When it was his turn to fill up his bowl, Kent saw that more than half the stew was already gone and most of the Terriermon behind him were on their third of fourth bowls and didn’t look like they were feeling stuffed yet. Kent quickly filled up his bowl and sat back down to gobble it down even quicker than before knowing he’d never get his fill if he didn’t eat even faster.”


“Urp!” belched Kent after his third and and a half helping of stew. He gave his belly a rub glad that he managed to scrape up the last bit of what was left in the pot at the end and finish filling up his belly. Looking around him, all the Terriermon and Gargomon looked just as happily fed as he was and rubbed their chubby guts with a blissful look on their faces.

“I’m glad this was enough for everyone,” said Kent breaking the post-meal silence to speak. “I was a bit worried that there wouldn’t be enough to go around if I stuffed my face.”

“I always make plenty to go around,” assured Gargomon. “And I could always whip up something else if need be. We are used to eating till the cows come home.”

“I’m not sure what that means,” replied Kent. “But sounds like you all eat tons which makes this feel like my kind of place. Urp!” Kent blushed and excused himself after another belch. “Uh, so what do you usually do after eating your weight in food?”

“Let me answer that with one of my own,” Gargomon told him. “What size towel do you wear?”

“How does that- I don’t even wear-” Kent began saying, not sure how to respond to that question at first. “Uh, large I suppose. Maybe XL. Why?”


“Mmm, this is very nice,” yawned Kent as he submerged most of his body into the steamy, hot water. “I can’t believe you have your own hot spring.”

“It wasn’t my intention,” admitted Gargomon as he just let his legs soak in the water. All the Terriermon were also in the water with Kent enjoying the relaxing wash with towels wrapped around their waists. “I was expanding my home to make more room for my friends here and I ended up tapping into it and well, when life gives you lemonade you drink it up.”

“Not sure if that’s how the saying goes, but this is really, really nice,” admitted Kent as he grabbed the closest Terriermon and snuggled him like a plushy. “Mmm, these guys are also so very nice and fluffy.”

“Doesn’t look like they are the only ones,” pointed out Gargomon as the Terriermon snuggled back at Kent and soon the other bunny Digimon moved in to snuggle around Kent in one big bunny pile.

“T-too fluffy,” cried Kent feeling smothered by the bunch of bunny blubber.

“Heheh, they must really be warming up to ya to be cuddling up to you this much,” laughed Gargomon. “I doubt you’ll be able to leave even if you wanted to now.”

“No idea where to go anyway,” admitted Kent unable to keep from smiling. “Might as well enjoy this hospitality and these buns for a while longer.”

“Then this calls for a group hug and I like me some of that snuggling,” stated Gargomon standing up. He was a bit too eager, however, as he slipped and came down right on top of the pile.

“Uh, oh,” meeped Kent helpless while trapped in the middle of the bunnies. All he could do was watch as that huge Gargomon belly dropped down right on top of him and the bunnies as it crashed into the water.

The impact caused the water to explode and overflow from the edges of the tub and flood the floor. By the time the room became calm again, only half the water remained in the tub and more hot spring water was refilling it. All the bunnies that had been huddled together were now scattered all over the tub, some even ended up on the floor outside it, carried by the waves of water. The only one missing, was Kent.

“Sorry,” apologized Gargomon. “I seem to have missed a step there. Is everyone alright?”

“Heheh, yeah,” they answered sounding like they actually enjoyed it. “We’re alright, but I think we’re missing someone.”

“We are?” pondered Gargomon looking around and counting his Terriermon friends. “Looks like all of you are here, but wait, where’s our new little buddy?”

“Mmph! Here!” gurgled Kent still pinned under Gargomon and trying desperately to surface for air.

“Oh, whoopsie,” said Gargomon as he helped Kent up and let his gasp for air and cough up some of the water he had inadvertently inhaled.

“Sorry,” Gargomon apologized again and helped Kent out of the water. “Let’s get you dried off and into bed to rest. “And I hope you’ll still be willing to stay a while longer. You really are a hoot and a half you know that?”

“You guys are pretty wild yourself,” commented Kent feeling quite tired after that ordeal.


“Bunny hop hop!” chanted a Terriermon as he hopped twice.

“Bunny hop hop hop!” chanted another one as he hopped three times.

“Bunny hop hop hoppity hop!” chanted Kent as he did two hops followed by a big hop and then a third small hop.

“Like one of the family now,” smiled Gargomon as he held a box in his paws and watched Kent playing with all his bunny buds. It had been nearly a week since Kent arrived and he had grown to be fast friends with everyone there. He had also grown into a ball of pudge like the Terriermon, albeit a much bigger one thanks to all of Gargomon’s wonderful cooking. From a distance, Gargomon could barely tell that Kent wasn’t another overly fat bunny of the burrow.

“Bunny hop hop!” chanted another Terriermon as he hopped around some more.

“All bunnies hoppity hop!” another shouted and Kent and all the Terriermon started to bounce and hop around till they collided with one another and tumbled to the ground. Their extra padding made colliding painless and as they fell to the ground they laughed and jiggled about.

“That’s sure some fun,” laughed Kent as he tried to calm down enough to breathe. “Though I’m still not exactly sure what the rules or it are.”

“Neither are we.”

“We just say ‘hop hop hoppity hop’ and anything else we want and just go along with it.”

“And it’s lots of fun.”

“Yes it is,” agreed Kent. “You bunnies sure have a fun life here. All you do is play and eat and play some more. I can’t imagine anything better.”

“It’s great,” they agreed. “We’re all lucky we found Gargomon.”

“Hmm? Found?” asked Kent curiously. “So, you all just found your way here too?”

“Uh, yeah,” one answered. “We just came hopping along till we found this place and have been here ever since. Is that so odd?”

“Maybe a little,” commented Kent. “I mean you’re all-”

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Gargomon interrupted as he waddled up with the box. “I got a little surprise for Kent if he’s got a moment.”

“Oh, a surprise for me?” he asked losing his train of thought. “What is it?”

“Kinda would ruin the surprise if I told you before you could see for yourself,” he pointed out and handed Kent the box. Kent quickly opened it up and found it had a costume in it, a Terriermon costume. Holding it in his paws, Kent could see that it looked proportioned to fit someone as big as a normal Terriermon and should have easily been too small for him. Even so, Gargomon smiled and encouraged him, “Go ahead. Try it on.”

“This is neat!” exclaimed Kent quickly unzipping the front of the costume so he could start trying it on. A big smile was on Gargomon’s face as he watched the Womble work his arms and legs into it. The Terriermon silently looked between themselves and then back at Kent without saying a word. After Kent properly had his hands and feet in the costume, he put on the part that was the head of the costume. It was a bit hard to see out of the eyeholes till he managed to adjust it just right. Finally, he grabbed the zipper in the front and pulled it up to cover up his body fully in the costume. He then looked himself over and was amazed at how well it fit him despite how round and fat he was. “Amazing! It’s a perfect fit! Did you make this yourself?”

“I wish I could take credit for it, but they get made for me and I go pick them up,” he explained. “I hope it doesn’t make it any less special, but I give them to all my friends here.”

“You gave a bunch of Terriermon Terriermon costumes?” asked Kent confused.

“Heheh, that’s a good one,” laughed Gargomon. “That’d be a mighty redundant thing for me to do, now wouldn’t it?”

“Uh, heheh, yeah I guess so,” agreed Kent no less confused and a bit more concerned as he watched Gargomon laugh heartily and feel some slight tension from the Terriermon.

“Now, how’s about some grub?” suggested Gargomon before Kent could say anything else. “I’m sure my bunny buds are in the mood for some eats. I know I sure am.” He gave his belly a pat and turned to go in. The Terriermon followed after him leaving Kent behind still feeling very unsure.

“Maybe it’s all my imagination,” he decided and went to go join the others inside for another delicious meal. He gobbled it up just as he did the previous days, though this time with the costume on and amazingly it didn’t get in the way of his eating. His pace was barely even slowed down. Kent was even the first up to get seconds followed closely by Gargomon. Looking around, Kent saw that while eating, the Terriermon were eyeing him very curiously the entire time. The Womble in bunny’s clothing wondered why this was and could only assume he might have gotten a stain while eating, but looking himself over, he didn’t notice anything.

When the meal was over, they once more retreated to the hot spring. Kent went to take his costume off to keep it from getting wet. “No need to do that,” Gargomon assured him. “The costume is safe to wear in the water and guaranteed to never shrink in the wash.” He then wrapped an XXL towel around Kent’s waist. “Heheh. Looks like you graduated up a towel size with all that binging you’ve been doing,” he laughed and waddled his big bunny butt into the water. Kent just scratched his head with more wonderment trying to make heads or tails of the strange feeling that he just couldn’t shake. As Kent made his way into the water too, he found this to be the least hectic bath he had taken since arriving. Save for Gargomon’s happy-go-lucky yammering nobody else was saying much of anything or so much as splash water at anybunny else. Kent did pick up on the occasional whisper as some of the Terriermon glanced his way, but they quickly swam somewhere else in the tub or dove under the water to slip away leaving Kent alone like he was getting the cold shoulder.

As night came, Gargomon tucked all the Terriermon and Kent into their beds, wished them pleasant dreams and then he closed the door behind him to let them sleep. With everyone feeling comfortably snug, Kent sat up in bed and quietly called out to them so as not to let Gargomon hear. “Would someone please tell me just what in the world is going on?” he demanded. “Just why is everyone acting so strange?”

“St- Strange?” one asked. “We aren’t acting strange.”

“Yes you are,” Kent pointed out. “You’re stuttering and being very defensive.”

“We aren’t being defensive,” another one said. “You are being defensive.”

“And now you are throwing everything I say back at me,” Kent told them getting out of bed and moving to the closest Terriermon who quickly turned around to avoid making eye contact. Kent hurried to the other side of the bed to look him in the eye, but he just turned back around. Rushing to the other side once more, the Terriermon pulled his covers over his head and held onto them tightly as if it was a protective shield to keep Kent away. “And now none of you can look me in the eye. Just what in the name of carrots is going on?”

“Nothing at all,” they told him, all now covering their heads like the first one did.

Kent sighed, unable to get anything out of them and unwilling to get rough with a bunch of fat fluffy bunnies since they were still his friends and much too adorable to do anything but hug them tightly. He started to retreat back into bed, but then Kent’s ears twitched as he overheard a noise from the other room. It sounded like Gargomon was talking to someone, but besides Kent and all the Terriermon accounted for in this room, there should have been nobody else around for Gargomon to converse with. Curiously, Kent opened the door and slipped out to investigate. He quickly spotted Gargomon in the dining room with a phone against his ear and talking with someone on the other end.

“I’m all out now and I was wondering if we could meet so I could get some more,” Gargomon spoke. He paused for a bit as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the conversation. Kent did his best to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t make out the mumbling from the phone’s speaker. “Tomorrow would be perfect. Just make it at night. I don’t want them to know I’m sneaking off to meet with you. They are my adorable buns and I don’t want them to worry about me leaving even for a bit. I still don’t see why you don’t just wanna come here yourself. You’re always going on about how much you ‘love, love, love big fat, cuddly bunnies’ and get that silly look on your face like you could gobble them up.”

“What in the world am I hearing?” wondered Kent silently and liked the conversation less and less the more he heard.

“Well, maybe this new one will entice you to come over for a visit,” Gargomon continued after another pause. “He was quite the butterball to begin with and he’ll be as big as me at the rate he’s going. If he doesn’t get you to come on over then nothing will. Uh huh… Uh huh… yeah, I’ll bring some pics over so you can see for yourself. I’ll take ‘em first thing in the morning. Just don’t be forgetting your part of the bargain. After all, there’s more to us bunnies than being fuzzy and cute.” He paused to listen again and then started to laugh. “Heheh, I don’t know what else there is, but I reckon it isn’t something you’d want to find out. See you at nine tomorrow then.”

“Something is seriously going on,” decided Kent feeling very confident his suspicions were now founded. His mind raced as he tried to decide just what it could be, but then his stomach started groaning, a typical sign of his late night munchies kicking in.

As Gargomon hung up the phone, he looked around curiously. “Anyone sneaking around?” he asked upon hearing those belly gurgles. He looked around curiously and then opened the door to check on all his Terriermon and Kent. He saw every last one looked sound asleep in bed. “Guess it was my imagination or my own belly hungry for a snack,” he concluded and closed the door again.

“That was close,” gasped Kent releasing his held breath now that Gargomon walked away. “Now I gotta think and figure out what that conversation was about. I could be in great danger. We all could be.”

Throughout the night, Kent’s mind raced with possibilities to what might be going on, each more fantastic than the last. The one thing they all had in common was him getting swallowed whole in the end. “Perhaps I should seek therapy,” yawned Kent. “Getting eaten seems to happen to me a whole lot more than it should for anybody.” Looking at the clock on the wall, Kent could see it was almost midnight and besides add more to his worry, he had nothing to gain by speculating what Gargomon was up to and what was the intention of the one on the other end of the phone. “Everyone is asleep now and I should be too. I’ll get to the bottom of this tomorrow, guaranteed.”

Closing his eyes, Kent swiftly dozed off and entered dreamland. As the clock struck midnight, the handle on the zipper of his costume vanished.


In the grassy field, Kent stood before a circle of the fatty Terriermon, a serious and focused look on all their faces. None of them moved, but were ready to act upon a moment’s notice. Kent breathed heavily while eyeing each of the bunnies before him and then approached one.

“Here we go again,” he announced and then placed a paw on the nearest Terriermon’s head. In that instant, the Terriermon’s muscles tightened and he gritted his teeth for whatever was to come. “Duck,” Kent said and then lifted his paw off him and proceed clockwise to the next one and placed his paw on the head of that one. This Terriermon tensed up too and waited. “Duck,” Kent said once more and moved on, continuing to do the same for each Terriermon and everyone to follow only grew more tense as their turn came up.

“Duck…”

“Duck…”

“Duck…”

“Goose!”

In that instant, Kent dashed around the circle of bunnies and the one he had stopped and said, “goose” on sprang up and gave chase. Kent raced around the ring with all his might, but the Terriermon quickly began catching up. Their bellies bounced and jiggled as they moved like it was a race of survival. The circle of Terriermon cheered excitedly wondering if Kent would make it back and claim that spot in the circle or if he’d get tagged and still be it.

“Only a few more feet,” struggled Kent feeling out of breathe with all the weight he was forced to lug with him. Then he accidentally stepped on one of the long ears of his Terriermon costume and tumbled forward. He was mere inches from the spot his pursuing Terriermon had sat at, but it wasn’t close enough and before he could crawl over to it, he felt a paw on his back and saw he had been tagged by the Terriermon.

“Looks like you are it again,” he smiled and soon all the bunnies were laughing.

“Heheh, Kent’s it again!”

“Course he is! He’s the fattest of us all. Not that, that’s a bad thing.”

“He’s the best big bunny of us all!”

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Kent replied. “But I almost made it that time. I just tripped over one of these long ears. Maybe I should take it off so I don’t trip anymore. It’s making me very sweaty anyway.” Kent began searching his chest, feeling for the zipper handle, but as much as he ran his paws over the fur he couldn’t find it. He even noticed that the teeth of the zipper didn’t go all the way up to his neck like they should have, but only up to his moobs. “What the? What happened to the zipper? Hey, can you guys give me a… hand?” Kent looked at the Terriermon and they all looked at him sad-eyed.

“Th-there is no way to take it off,” one of them finally spoke up. “The zipper is gone.”

“Oh, now you’re going to tell me all this cryptic stuff,” gasped Kent with surprise. “I was working on this whole complex Duck, Duck, Goose plan to try and pry the information out of you, but this will mean a lot less cardio for me.”

“The costume you are wearing is cursed,” he continued. “Just like all the ones we are wearing.”

“So, none of you are actually Terriermon?” questioned Kent.

“Well, we are now, I suppose,” another one said. “And you will be too once the rest of the zipper vanishes.”

“Then I still have time,” figured Kent, tugging and pulling at the costume. “I just need to take it off and- ow! That hurt?” Curiously, Kent tugged and pulled at several parts of the costume and started to realize he wasn’t pinching fabric but real flesh and fur that was a part of him. Even tugging at the long ears of the costume he could feel them and even more surprising, he was even starting to get a sense how to manipulate them to move. “This costume… it’s like I’m already transformed, but there has to be some way of getting me out of it.”

“If there is, we don’t know how,” they admitted. “But from what we can figure it truly becomes permanent when the zipper full vanishes.”

“Vanishes?” wondered Kent and moved the fur away from the zipper teeth to see them better and was just in time to see another one of the teeth vanish. “Another one’s gone! H-how much time do I have left?”

“The transformation starts at midnight after you put the costume on and by midnight the next night the transformation is complete.”

“Then that means before midnight yesterday I could have still taken it off and not end up stuck like this,” concluded Kent. “And you all knew and said nothing even when I had a feeling something was up.”

“We couldn’t say anything,” they told him. “The transformation is only part of the curse. We cannot say anything about the curse to anyone until they realize it themselves. We are not even attempt to try and remove the costume. Many of us have tried to in the past, but we freeze up and can’t move.”

“Anything else to this strange force?” asked Kent gathering all the intel he could.

“We cannot leave this place either,” they added. “Once the curse is complete it compels us back here. Even when some of us raced out as far as we could before our zippers vanished we were back here by dawn of the next day.”

“This place is very nice, but I don’t want to be here by force,” stated Kent. “There must be a way to break the curse. Gargomon must know since he’s the one who has given us these costumes.”

“Talking to him won’t do anything,” they told Kent. “He thinks we’re all just happily pretending to be chubby bunnies.”

“Well, I’m going to go right up to him and reveal him for the diabolical mastermind that he is!” declared Kent.

“Any of y’all want some fresh baked carrot cake cupcakes?” asked Gargomon. “And take a gander at the frosting.” He held the tray of cupcakes for them all to see and atop the white frosting was a huge glob of orange frosting with a bit of green frosting next to it. “I tried decorating them with a carrot on top, but it didn’t turn out so well. Still, all gonna be gobbled up anyway so not that big a deal, I suppose.”

The Terriermon each happily took one of the cupcakes till the only one without one was Kent. He was more than tempted to grab the last one remaining on the tray, but he didn’t want to weaken his resolve.

“What’s the matter, lil bun?” asked Gargomon. “Don’t you want your carrot cupcake?”

“I’m not a bunny,” corrected Kent. “I’m Kent and I’m a Womble.”

“Of course you are,”chuckled Gargomon. “Just hard for me to tell, is all. These costumes are so well made that I can hardly tell you from a real Terriermon.”

“Because it’s turning me into one,” explained Kent. “Now stop playing dumb and admit that you’ve been turning everyone who visits you into Terriermon and trapping them here with you.”

“I was doing what now?” wondered Gargomon scratching his head. He then had a moment of realization and did his best evil laugh. “Bwa ha ha! Yes! It was all part of my fiendish evil plot. Now all your buns has belong to me.” He tried curling his whiskers like a dastardly villain only to get them wrapped around his finger and have to work to get them untangled.

“Uh, what are you doing?” asked Kent confused.

“Playing along with your little make believe game,” answered Gargomon. “Though maybe the evil twirly, mustache villain type is a bit too cliche and corny. I got a Halloween costume from last year I could put on if it’d help with the game.”

“What kind of costume is it?” Kent questioned him as he took his cupcake and started to munch it up quickly.

“Pirate costume,” he explained. “Last year I was Captain Cottontail the notorious carrot plunderer of the seven seas.”

“Heheh, now this I gotta see,” laughed Kent. “Go put it on!”

“Shouldn’t take long,” he promised and hopped back into the house.

“Uh, weren’t you going to expose him for the villain he is?” one of the Terriermon asked.

“Doh!” Kent realized and face-eared. “I lost my focus. He must be even more devious and cunning than I figured.”

“Or he could be incredibly dense,” the Terriermon pointed out.

“Hmm?” Kent answered curious to hear what they had to say.

“In all the time we’ve been here he hasn’t done anything worse than turn us into Terriermon,” they continued. “If he wanted to do something really bad then he’d have done so already. So either he’s just got some huge masterplan that we cannot even grasp yet or he’s just a happy-go-lucky idiot who thinks we’ve just been pretending to be Terriermon all this time.”

“Then perhaps I need to investigate this from another angle,” Kent figured. “Gonna be risky though. Time might not be on my side.”

Before the Terriermon could ask he what he had in mind, Gargomon waddled out in a pirate costume. The buttons on the white, frilly undershirt were straining and looked on the verge of snapping and the red coat looked comically too small too. The wooden peg he creaked trying to support half his weight and didn’t look like it’d be able to do that very long. The only parts of the costume that didn’t look too small on him were the eye patch and the pirate hat. “Looks like I may have put on a few pounds since last Halloween,” he chuckled. “Uh, I mean yargh and all that pirate speak ye scurvy lapines. Ole’ Captain Cottontail is here for ye booty, though I should probably take the rest of ye too since they don’t detach.”

“Our booty?” asked Kent confused.

“Weird, right?” snickered Gargomon. “I never could understand why pirates are so fascinated with butts, but then again I’m not a pirate.”

“Leaning more towards him being an idiot now,” thought Kent as he began playing along. “Uh, my buttocks is not going to be plundered by ye, Captain Cottontail. We will fight you to the last bunny to protect our posteriors!”

“Brave words, ye varmints,” he bellowed having fun getting into character. “But those bunny buns will be mine! All mine!”

“Never!” shouted Kent pointing a finger at Gargomon. “Bunny blitz! Attack!”

“Yargh!” roared all the fatty Terriermon as they stampeded at Gargomon, with Kent leading the charge, and tackled him to the ground adding enough pressure to easily snap his peg leg in half. They then began wrestling with the bigger bunny, poking, groping, tickling one another and speaking pirate euphemisms when they managed to keep from laughing long enough to do so.


“L-let’s call it a draw,” wheezed Gargomon a few hours later when they were all too exhausted to move much and were getting quite hungry for dinner. Gargomon’s costume had quickly gotten ruined from the wrestling. All the buttons came off and were lost in the grass and the fabric got ripped in multiple places. His eye patch came off and somehow ended up on one of the Terriermon in the middle of their battle. His hat got flattened beneath his rump.

“A-agreed,” panted Kent barely finding the strength to sit up. “About time to start preparing dinner, huh?”

“Won’t take me very long,” he assured Kent. “Had it all being cooked this entire time. Just need to check on it and finish it up and then we can eat.”

“Great cause I’m starved,” Kent smiled and rubbed his belly. He also felt for the zipper, now only reaching about an inch and a half over his belly button.”

“Then I’ll get it ready,” Gargomon said as he got up. “Y’all pick yourselves up and get ready to eat.” He then hurried back into the kitchen to get the food finished feeling quite hungry himself.

“That was a lot of fun, but you just wasted a lot of time and aren’t any closer to breaking the curse,” the Terriermon told him.

“I have a plan and I can’t do anything about it till night,” Kent explained. “It’s going to be cutting it close, but it’s the only chance I have. And yes, that was a lot of fun.”


Dinner went as it had for the last few days for Kent, Gargomon and the Terriermon as did their bath in the hot spring. After that, Gargomon tucked them into their bed so they could sleep and they all did, save for Kent who remained awake and alert as he bided his time.

To stave off any weariness, he counted the remaining number of teeth on his belly every few minutes to keep his time limit on the top of his mind. He wasn’t sure how precise it worked, but from what he could see, every ten minutes removed another one of the teeth and counting the number that remained he had twenty left meaning he had a little more than three hours to break the curse.

“Nine o’clock,” worried Kent when the number dropped to eighteen. “He should be going about now. At least I hope he is.” Kent waited nervously, unsure if it was worth it to wait or to take action. His time was running out fast and every minute was precious. “M-maybe I should confront him.”

Kent started to slip out of the covers when he heard the unmistakable sounds of Gargomon’s heavy footsteps. Lifting up one of his oversized ears, he listened intently and heard as the front door opened and then closed shut.

“He left,” realized Kent in a panic. “This was the chance I was looking for!”

Getting out of bed, Kent rushed out of the room and peeked through the front door. It was dark outside save for the light from the moon and stars, allowing just enough visibility to reveal a large figure waddling through the darkness that was Gargomon. Carefully opening the door and closing it behind him, Kent began tailing him. He kept his body low to the ground to let the grass do it’s best to conceal him, a task that became even easier as they reached the far taller grassy area where he first met Gargomon and the others and soon after that, they made their way to the woods that Kent had been wandering through before finding the field.

“He hasn’t noticed me yet,” reflected Kent. “And with all these trees I have plenty of cover to remain concealed. As for my time limit,” he paused and did a quick count that was made much easier with so few teeth remaining on the zipper. “Uh, looks like I have about two and half hours left. Hopefully it won’t be much further.”

Kent had hoped this, but that was hardly the case as they made their way quite a distance into the forest and Gargomon’s overweight frame forced him to walk at a much slower pace than the time-constrained Kent would have liked. Another hour soon passed and the number of teeth was down to single digits. “How much longer is this going to be,” worried Kent. “I’m almost out of time.”

Inevitably, Gargomon came to a stop and waited. “This must be the rendezvous point,” figured Kent. “At least we made it. Now I just gotta hope that other guy comes on time too.”

Another twenty minutes passed with the two of them standing in the woods in the dark and the only eventful happening in that time was Gargomon leaving the spot. Kent scrambled to follow him, only to see him stand in front of a tree and let out a sigh of relief. The sight before Kent made him feel so embarrassed he worried his face was going to not only be stuck with a bunny mug, but flushed red one at that. But to his delight, there was someone in the waiting spot when they returned. Kent was able to barely make out that the one who was standing there in the dark was an Impmon with a box that Kent could only assume contained more Terriermon costumes.

“There you are,” said Gargomon happily. “I was afraid you’d gotten lost.”

“I did for a bit,” he admitted. “But looks like I still arrived before you.”

“Oh, I was here already,” Gargomon told him. “I was over there taking a leak.”

“Too much information about stuff I don’t care about,” Impmon told him. “But anyway, do you have the pictures?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “I took them this morning just before they got into a rousing game of Duck, Duck Goose.”

“Interesting game for a bunch of bunnies to play,” commented Impmon. “Now the pics.”

“Right here,” Gargomon replied and handed them over. “The bunnies are all looking plumper than ever especially our new little friend I was telling you about.”

“Hmm,” pondered Impmon looking over the pictures. “Yes, nice. Very nice. Oh, such big, plump bunnies. Oh, and this is the new one?”

“Yeah,” nodded Gargomon. “He was very fat to begin with, but you should see what a glutton he is. Heh, a bit like me, but he might be able to get even bigger than me with enough time and meals.”

“Oh, is that so,” grinned Impmon rather eagerly. “I love to get my hands on that big bun.”

“Well, you should come over and visit him and all the other bunnies there,” suggested Gargomon. “You are always so interested in them and yet you only ever come this far.”

“Nah, this is just fine for me,” he assured Gargomon. “Maybe another time. But you came here because you needed more Terriermon costumes, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I just used my last one yesterday and I never know when I might get a new visitor.”

“Lucky for you,” he smiled. “I got a few more costumes made and these ones are even come with unique colorations to help tell them apart better.” He took a few out to show them off. “This one here’s red, and the one over here is blue. I also got black, green, and a couple others, not to mention a couple of the original colors too. This should keep you well stocked for quite a while.”

“This is just great,” smiled Gargomon looking at all the costumes. “Now I’m all set for a whole bunch more guests. I should probably start digging my burrow bigger. Already full to bursting with bunnies as is. I will need to make them a bigger bedroom, a bigger hot spring, and certainly a bigger dining room and kitchen. They might be bunnies, but they eat more like piggies, especially Kent, who eats like a county fair blue ribbon-winning hog.”

“Hey! I don’t eat them much… all the time,” complained Kent accidentally revealing himself. “Uh, oopsie.”

“Kent? Is that you?” asked Gargomon. “What in tarnation are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” countered Kent. “I could, but there’s no need when I know the answer for that. You are out here to get more bunny costumes to turn more unsuspecting travelers into bunnies for… uh, I still don’t know the exact reason, but you won’t get away with it anymore!”

“Kinda a lil late to be playing a game,” commented Gargomon. “But seeing as you came all this way I will be happy to oblige.” Gargomon then cleaned his throat and began speaking with his pirate dialect. “Yargh! I be Captain Cottontail and your booty will be mine. Now turn around and let me poach those pearly white cheeks of yours!”

“Um, I feel as though I’m missing some context to what I am hearing,” commented Impmon. “Perhaps I should take my leave.”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” snapped Kent grabbing him by his devilish tail. “He might be a master at playing dumb, but I bet I can get you to spill the beans. Now admit it! These costumes of yours turn the wearer into a Terriermon.”

“H-hey!” he said very nervously. “L-let go of me!”

“I won’t,” refused Kent. “Not until you tell the truth. Now look at me and admit the truth.” Kent forced the Impmon onto the ground and stood before the Impmon that looked very diminutive in comparison to the obese bunny. Impmon stared up and could barely see Kent’s face with his massive gut in the way. “Now, admit it!”

“I- I- I-” he stuttered and trembled. Kent was ready to hear him bawl out a confession, but then he stopped shaking and his face turned red as a tomato. “I love big bunnies <3”

“Wha-” Kent started to say before he suddenly found himself on the ground, his belly being rubbed and hugged tightly by the Impmon as he rubbed his cheek lovingly against his own. Kent couldn’t find any words to make a remark at what he was experiencing, but after some time, of embracing his overweight bunny self, Kent could tell the Impmon was completely sincere with that admission.

“Oh, I’ve yearned for this sooooo long,” he stated so happily he was actually crying from overflowing joy. “You’re every bit as soft and snuggly as I dreamed you would be. Oh, your fur is so wonderfully plush and your so nice and fat and jiggly. I never want this moment to end!”

“Th-that’s all well and good,” wheezed Kent looking like a balloon about to pop. “But you are squeezing the life out of me.”

“Oh, uh, s-sorry,” Impmon apologized releasing his grip, but not letting go of him. “Better, Mr. Bunny?”

“Uh, yeah,” nodded Kent. “Now would you please tell me just what all this is about.”

“Anything for you my snuggly wuggly bunny bun,” cooed Impmon happily rubbing Kent’s belly.

“Can you please hurry it up,” pleaded Kent. “I’ve got about an hour left before I’m stuck like this and I won’t be a very snuggly wuggly bunny bun then.”

“Ok,” Impmon admitted. “The costumes do in fact turn the wearing into a Terriermon once worn long enough and I even added a few more curses to them to ensure I could gather up tons of them all in one spot. And Gargomon was just my hapless pawn who I had do it all for me. He didn’t even realize what he was doing. He’s no evil genius. He’s just blissfully unaware of the obvious.”

“Thanks,” smiled Gargomon. “Uh, that was a compliment, right?”

“Uh, this curse m, you wouldn’t happen to have a way to break it?” asked Kent ignoring Gargomon for the sake of the time limit.

“This is the cure here,” Impmon said holding a golden zipper. “Just use this and you can remove the costume and undo the other curses too. But if the zipper is gone it will only remove the added curses and the wearer will be stuck as a Terriermon forever… well unless they were to just put another cursed costume on or something like that, but that’s beside the point. Who would want to be anything besides being a soft, cuddly bunny?”

“Well, not like we were given a choice,” Kent pointed out as he took the golden zipper and saw the zipper teeth reappear. He attached the zipper to it and pulled it down allowing him to finally take it off and return to being a Womble every bit as fat as he was as a bunny. “Much better.”

“Mmm,” hugged Impmon. “You’re still rather nice and snuggly anyway.”

“I guess the costumes really were cursed,” Gargomon said feeling sad now. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just liked having so many friends to be with and take care of. But they must really be miserable because of this.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Kent told Gargomon. “And I know I can speak for everyone when I say that they love being there and being with you. They might not have had turning into Terriermon in mind and they might have not been happy about not being able to leave, but they earnestly do love being with you and living there. I’m sure even after the curse is lifted and they can leave many probably will want to stay and I’m sure any that leave will want to come back and visit. I know I’d love to. And you are bound to get plenty more guests come along.”

“You really reckon they will?” asked Gargomon feeling better after hearing that.

“Positive,” smiled Kent. “And I’m sure this guy really wants to go visit too.” He gave Impmon a pat on the back. “Don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he answered blushing. “It’s what I’ve always dreamed of. To be snuggling with tons and tons of big, fat bunnies. I wanted to for so long and when I finally got the means and a plan to do it I got scared. I wanted to see all those happy, fat bunnies, but if they found out that I did this to them then they wouldn’t be happy to see me. I didn’t want that and ended up just using Gargomon here to keep making more while punishing myself by never going.”

“Well, it’s about time to see that what you’ve done isn’t as bad as it seems,” Kent told him. “We’re all going to the burrow now and you’ll finally get to see all the fat bunnies you could ever want.”


It took a while as they made their way back to Gargomon’s home. And then they waited outside for several hours more for the sun to rise. Gargomon yawned and rubbed his eyes after his sleepless night and Impmon struggled to keep his eyes opened and stared at the front door. Finally, they saw it open and the fatty Terriermon waddled out wondering just where Kent and Gargomon were if not in the house. They then saw Gargomon in the distance and gathered around him and were even more curious to see an Impmon there with him.

“Who’s that?” they asked curiously.

“Another visitor and a friend of mine,” Gargomon answered. “And he’s got something he wants to tell you all.”

“It- It’s all my fault,” he told them. “I was the one behind cursing you all to make you into fat bunnies for my enjoyment. “I just love them so, so, soooo much that I did this stupid selfish thing without thinking about how you all feel. I’m sorry and I don’t know if there’s anything I can ever do to make it up to you. I can undo some of the curses, but I can’t turn you back to how you were. All I can do is what I can and hope that someday you can forgive me.”

Impmon sobbed. He had imagined making that apology so many times in his head and every time he did he always figured the Terriermon would angrily berate him for what he did to them, mocking him for his obsession with fat bunnies. He had feared facing it for so long, but now he was ready to accept whatever they felt was a fitting punishment for his actions. But no punishment came. Instead, he felt a warm bunny hugging him tightly. Then another and another and pretty soon every last Terriermon was huggled as close as their fat bodies could allow them to get and buried him in a big, soft, bunny pile like he always dreamed.

“Y-you forgive me?” he sniffled crying even more.

“It wasn’t a nice thing to do to us,” they admitted. “But we wouldn’t have ended up together if not for you either. We have been very happy here regardless and it’s all thanks to you. If you want, you can even stay here too.”

“Y-you really mean it?” asked Impmon happier now than he’s ever been.

“But, if you like fat bunnies so much why haven’t you ever used one of those costumes on yourself?” they wondered.

“I was too embarrassed to,” he said. “If I put a curse on me willingly then everyone would think I was weird and make fun of me.”

“Well, we don’t think that at all,” they encouraged him. “And who cares what others think so long as you can be happy. That’s what’s most important, right?”

“Easier said than done,” he told them. “But now I think I have the courage to do it. Ok. I’ll be a big bunny too. Heh, good thing I bought more costumes. Just gotta put one on.”

“How about this one,” suggested Gargomon taking out the black Terriermon costume. “I’d say this one suits you. Our lil devil bunny.”

“Heh,” guess that makes sense,” chuckled Impmon as he took the costume and slipped it on. “Hey, look at me everyone. I’m a bunny like all of you.”

“Not quite,” they chuckled and looked him over. “You’re still too skinny to be a big bunny. But don’t worry. Gargomon will help you take care of that.”

“I’ll get started on a nice big breakfast right away,” he told them. “Till then why don’t you all go and play some.”

“Yeah! Let’s go!” cheered the Terriermon hurrying and hopping through the grass.

“Wait for me!” called Impmon. “I’m not that great a hopper yet!” He gave chase after them and was quite amazed at how fast they were despite their size.

“I’m glad things worked out so well in the end,” commented Gargomon. “But I wonder what happened to Kent. He was with us on the way back, but then he just vanished. If it wasn’t for that rascal none of this would have happened. He’s like some random wind blowing across the plain and then vanishes off to who knows where next. Probably off helping someone else in need right now like the hero he is. I hope he’ll come back to visit us soon.”


Meanwhile, on the summit of a fiery volcano somewhere in the Pokemon world a Charizard and his Charmander and Charmeleon friends were sitting down for a breakfast of their own.

“Some nice firecakes will hit the spot,” Charizard told them.

“Firecake are so great!” the Charmanders cheered.

“With plenty of lava syrup,” drooled the Charmeleons.

“Uh, I think I’ll pass,” one of the Charmeleon said rubbing his rather big bulging gut. “I don’t feel very hungry.”

“What did I say about sneaking snacks in bed,” lectured Charizard huffing smoke from his nostrils.

“But I didn’t,” he explained. “I just woke up and feel like I had a Thanksgiving Turkey shoved down my throat. It’s the weirdest thing.”

“That’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard,” commented Charizard. “Just what in the world did you eat?”

“And for once,” groaned Kent from within the Charmeleon. “I thought I’d get through one of these adventures of mine without ending up in some vorey situation.”