(This story contains: belching, weight gain and love between two women. If you don't like it, don't read it.)

A Meicrackmon vicious mode with an athletic body is harvesting her 'best meat' crops, putting everything in an old wagon until it is full.
She sells half for a good price and goes back home, picking the newspaper on her way. Arriving back at the house, she yells:
"Honey, I’ve arrived"
"I'm in the room" * tek-tek-tek *
Entering the room she sees a Renamon, fat enough to occupy the entire double bed, playing an old video game
"Love, I brought your snack"
"Feed it to me, this game needs both hands"
She just opened her mouth with her eyes fixed on the screen, Meicrackmon sat on her girlfriend's belly and gave the 'best meat' one at a time until they were none left.
* uuurrppppi * "Is it over?"
"Yes, I had to sell half of it to pay our bills"
"All right, I think that’s enough for now" and she slapped her belly with a dejected smile.
"Ah! My love, there’s going to be a renaissance fair in the city today."
* sigh * "you know I don't like going outside."
“There’s gonna be an eating contest, with a 40000 bits prize for the winner. If you win, we’d be able to renovate the farm, make it more autonomous, freeing me more time, which I would be able to spend with you."
"Ok…"
"Or, you can buy that new video game that just came out"
Smiling from ear to ear she says "Alright. These places ask you to wear costumes. There’s a box of Halloween costumes in the attic."
Meicrackmon gets up and leaves the room. S comes back after a while carrying several boxes. She takes out a Red Riding Hood costume for her and a Zelda costume, that is a little too tight, for Renamon.



After a short walk, Renamon was already all sweaty, breathing heavily. Upon entering the fair, they spotted several Digimon in costume; a Leomon with a red cloak, carrying a two handed sword; and others who already fit with the theme, like a Wizardmont.

“Renamon, I think the contest registration is close to that stage.”
* huff * "Great, then we can sit * huff * in the shade"

"I actually wanted to go for a walk. There’s a Gallantmon selling swords, and I wanted to see if he has anything to sharpen my claws with."

“Okay. I’ll go sign myself up, and you go look for that sharpner.”

Meicrackmon kisses her girlfriend and goes towards the sellers and their stalls. Renamon waddles over to the registration desk, manned by an Ogremon.
“Let me guess: you want to register for the fair princess contest. Hahahaha!”

Angrily, she smacks her belly on the table.

"No! I came for the eating contest!"

"Calm down, calm down, I’m just joking. it's ok, just sign here, on this list. You’re the second to last one. There’s only one spot left, after that."

"Kikikiki, is it ok if I sign my girlfriend up to the contest?"

"If she’s above In-Training and accepts, it should be fine."

"It's all right, she’s a Meicrackmon vicious mode."

"Okay."

Renamon, after signing all the papers, goes to look for a spot underneath a tree to rest and wait for Meicrackmon, who arrives a couple minutes later with a bag and a bottle of water.

"Here, love, I bought one for you."

She drinks all the water in a single gulp.

* uuurriiippp * "Weren't they selling any sodas?"
“They were, but soft-drinks don’t hydrate you as well. And, since you’ll need to eat a lot, it’s not good to have a lot of gas in your stomach.”

Meicrackmon sat next to her and started to caress Renamon's belly.
"Love, I signed you up for the eating contest."
"WHAT!? You know I have a problem when I eat a lot."
“I know about it. It’s okay if you don’t win, it’s just that, they were missing one contestant...”
"Okay, that’s fair, considering you didn’t even wanna come here."

An announcer’s voice came out of the speaker:
“YOUR KING KINGCHESSMON HAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT: ALL PARTICIPANTS IN THE EATING COMPETITION, GO ON TO THE MAIN STAGE!

The two girls, alongside the other participants – a Mervamon and a Beastmon – went on stage.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about, love. See, they’re all skinny.

"You’re right. Let’s sit down."

"THESE ARE THE PARTICIPANTS WHO’LL DISPUTE THIS YEAR’S GLUTTON TITLE, THE 40000 BITS IN MONEY PRIZE, AND A CHANCE TO STEAL THE TITLE AWAY FROM OUR THREE YEAR CHAMPION: TYRANNOMON!"

A two meter Digimon came up on the stage and sat next to Meicrackmon, making her very uncomfortable.

"Hey, kitty, wanna go out celebrate my victory, after the competition’s over?"

"No, I have a girlfriend."

"That whale over there is your girlfriend? Fatty has no chance, she’ll get tired of stuffing her face full of food, hahahaha!"

Flashing her claws, she speaks:

"She’s my girlfriend, but I will win this."

"That’s what we’re about to see, you cow."

Several different dishes were served by a group of Meramon.

“THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: THE ONE WHO EATS THE MOST TAKES IT ALL! ALL DISHES HAVE THE SAME 5 KG WEIGHT; IF YOU CAN’T CONTINUE, YOU’RE FREE TO STOP ANY TIME! ALL READY? THEN, GO!”

They all started eating. The first one who gave up was Beastmon, who only ate three dishes before it was all over for her; her pants, almost destroyed by her thighs. Following right behind her was Mervamon, who passed out after eating six dishes, getting fat enough to blow her bra off. After eating the second course, Renamon, now tired, stuck her face in the dishes, chomping down at least ten plates of food; the chair she was sitting on snapped under the weight of her body, and she promptly fell to the floor. That, however, wasn’t enough to stop her from eating. Tyrannomon and Meicrackmon kept on eating.
.
* chomp * "You’re doing better than I expected." * chomp *
*grrrowwwlll*

Meicrackmon's turned red and she easily diced the meat in her plate and shoved it straight down her throat, into her stomach, quickly outpacing Tyrannomon’s rhythm. Then, not much after, she started turning parts of Tyrannomon into data, consuming it, absorbing it. In only a few minutes, she passed Renamon’s weight, and quickly encroached on Tyrannomon’s size.

"MEICRACKMON HAS SURPASSED OUR CHAMPION! … Is it just me, or is he shrinking?"

Soon after that comment, Tyrannomon devolved back into an Agumon. With a swollen belly, he passed out.

“We have a new champion: MEICRACKMON, who ate seven dishes more than her adversary!”

The first thing Renamon sees, upon waking up from her food coma, is her girlfriend – who, at the beginning of the day, was slender and athletic, and now’s a two meter fat bubble.



One month later…

Following the contest, the farm was renovated with automated harvesting machines, and a house almost twice the size of the original. Inside, the extremely obese Meicrackmon serves as a bed for Renamon, who lays on top of the former’s belly. The two playing video-games, together.

END