Meal 7


	As Logan and Dillon recovered from the shock of the wave of cartoon paint they looked themselves over to see that they were transformed into old fashioned cartoons.  They were colored in varying shades of grays, blacks, and whites and found they were a good deal more stretchy than normal.  Their normally dopy grins were replaced with friendly smiles that looked more like they were plastered on their faces.  They also could hear catchy forest melody playing from seemingly nowhere that they found their bodies following the beat to.  They tried to speak, but audio cards came up with what they wanted to say written on them.

	"I know dogs are colorblind, but I didn't think that applied to me."

	"Relax.  This appears to be the effects of coming into contact with cartoon paint."

	"You came to that conclusion very fast.  I've got to say you are a master of derpology."

	"Elementary my dear Logan.  Clearly this is the only the highest honors for someone receiving a derpy.  After all, those in old school cartoons are legendary."

	Dillon grinned giddy with excitement that he could barely contain just as his pants were restraining to keep his butt in check.  His excited fidgeting was making the seams strain on it as well as put a lot of pressure on the buttons on his dress shirt.  Logan on the other hand still looked a bit vexed.

	"Uh, one more question."

	"What's that?"

	"Why are we wearing gloves?  We weren't wearing them before we got tooned up."

	"All lovable old school toons come with a pair of these bad boys.  You see the old school cartoons were considered golden age cause they were able to get away violent and insane stunts that would land modern day toons with ten to life in a maximum security toon jail.  In the event their cartoons resurface in future times and potentially cause them trouble they wore gloves to keep from leaving finger prints."

	Obamon and Snow walked out too see their guests in and overheard the end of Dillon's explanation.  Snow felt quite excited to see a couple of his favorite butterballs at the door and was tempted to jump them and hug their fatty bodies all over if Obamon's immensely obese body wasn't blocking him.

	"I'm impressed you know so much about really old cartoons."

	Logan and Dillon turned seeing the massive dragon Digimon and somewhat Snow managing to sneak his head past her massive thigh.  They had never seen the likes of her before and they certainly didn't see anything like her chest as she hugged them deep into her fat folds.  As she hugged them, Obamon got the chance to enjoy the feeling of them groping and hugging at her.  This gave her, the chance to experience what her last few meals had done to her figure, adding so a lot of belly and chest fat she might've lost them in her folds if she was too careless.  Once she loosened her hugging grip on them, the climbed her fat folds to reach her face.  They gazed into her beautiful blue eyes finding her obesity quite attractive along with her own derpiness that rivaled their own in.

	"So are you three going to keep greeting one another or are you ever going to come inside?"

	Snow looked a bit lonely and envious of Logan and Dillon and chose to interrupt their moment hoping to get in on it.  With a nudge of her head Obamon signaled him to join the party.  With shining eyes and a big toothy smile he scurried up her back with the speed and dexterity of a cat and perched on her shoulder as she carried them all inside that was even toonier than the outside was.  Obamon led them into the dining room figuring they were all probably famished from the long trek over and Snow was likely a bit puckish as well.

	"So what would you guys like to eat?"

	Reading those words made the two Digimon and the Golden Retriever hand their tongues out in excitement and hunger.  They then began to list what they were in the mood to eat, but was far too much text to fit on the audio cards.  Taking a cue from their ravenous appetites, Obamon began cooking up a storm.


	Tagmer clenched the fist of his formerly fattened hand that was too heavy for him to even lift.  Luckily for him, on their way to the Tower of Tacos his hand returned to normal as the weight redistributed to his body.  He gave it a few test punches to make sure it everything was back to full working order.

	"How you feeling?" asked Sharkfang.

	"My arms all better, but it took quite a bit of time for that to happen," Tag replied.  "If Rat Killajor uses that magic on us during a real fight we'll be completely at his mercy."

	"That's true," muttered Sharkfang not able to see a way to overcome that power.  "We're at a huge disadvantage if we can't use magic as well."

	"Well why can't we?" asked Tag drawing Shark's attention to that very good point.  "We only used the weapons we had at the start and didn't even consider using our regular powers."

	"Well, give them a try them," stated Sharkfang.

	Taking a deep breath, Tagmer held his hands out and called forth his weight gain magic and pressed his hands against Shark's stomach making his belly grow larger and larger by the second.  He got a little carried away with the spell and would have continued if Shark didn't back away as his gut hung down to his knees.

	"I didn't mean for you to use your magic on me," snapped Sharkfang irritatingly.

	"Uh, sorry," panted Tag feeling a bit drained.  "And I don't appear to have as much magical power in here as I did back in the real world.  Guess I'm still mainly melee, but at least I know I can use it."

	"How about using some magic now to take off some of this extra fat on us," suggested Shark.  "If we keep gaining at this weight it'll only hinder us."

	"I'll give it a shot," said Tag as he focused on the other spell, but to no avail.  "I'm either out of magic for the time being or can't use that magic yet."

	"Or maybe we're not allowed to lose weight in here," suggested Sharkfang.  "If we recall what those Kills told us we're ultimately a meal for their master so it is likely we can only get fatter, but not thinner."

	"Most likely," agreed Tag, though his thoughts were more focused on something else.  He saw his magical abilities were working now for the most part, but he wondered about his other abilities and how they'd play a part in this world as well.


	Before long, they finally reached the Tower of Tacos and could see where it come its name from.  Each floor on the tower was shaped like a taco.  They even smelled like ground beef with lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and beans.  The two of them had to agree that the place looked good enough to eat, but knew they'd break their teeth if they tried that and they had to climb it anyway.  Tag tried the steel doors and found they were locked shut.

	"Look at this hole in the door," said Sharkfang.  "It looks like we have to find a key to get in here to proceed.  Guess we better start looking."

	"Uh, yeah," replied Tag not in the mood to go on an inconvenient errand like that.  "I don't feel like doing that so I'm just going to break the door down."

	With that, he adjusted his sword into a giant mallet and smashed it into the door with one mighty strike.  The hinges bent like they were paper clips and the door crumpled like paper before it fell to the ground.

	"Wow," said Sharkfang in surprise.  "I wonder why nobody ever things to just break down doors to temples when they get to them instead of search for special keys or something.  I mean I know stealth might be a reason, but when they are combat-equipped why not just use some of that firepower for demolition."

	"Guess I'm just a rebel to the roles," he commented.  "Now let's get going."

	As they entered into the Tower of Tacos they were immediately greeted by a hoard of sumo penguins that breathed ice fire.  The frosty foes attempted to ambush them the second they the set foot inside, but they quickly dodged as they covered the entrance in a thick sheet of ice and snow.  Tag and Sharkfang then countered them with a barrage of arrows and several slashes of a sword diminishing their numbers quickly.  For the few that remained they charged up their fire spells simultaneously and set them all ablaze in a mighty inferno and soaked in all the weight experience as a result.

	"First floor down," stated Sharkfang with excitement in his voice.  It was really obvious he was overjoyed to be using magic again.

	"And at least a dozen more to go," added Tagmer.  "We better be prepared.  I have a feeling we're going to be in for quite a fight before long."

	"Well you better not tire yourself out too soon," joked Sharkfang.  "I don't have the strength to haul your fat rear end around if you get too tire."

	"I wouldn't be talking," argued Tag.  "You've gotten plenty fat yourself in our time here and it could just as easily be carrying you around."

	"Is that a challenge I hear?" asked Sharkfang.

	"Maybe it is," he replied.  "First to reach the top wins."

	"Loser pays for everything at the next town?" suggested Sharkfang.

	"You'll come to regret that," chuckled Tag taking an early lead.

	"I highly doubt that," stated Sharkfang taking the staircase on the opposite side of the room to avoid getting stuck behind the massive glutton dragon's rear end.

	"You'll both come to regret coming here when I get through with you," said rat Kill sensing their presence from the top of the tower.  "I hope the others don't get too upset that I'm going to take all the fun and finish them both off myself."


	The sounds of lips smacking with delight fill Obamon's toon kitchen as the hungry dillo, dog, and gabu as they devoured meal and meal placed before them.  Obamon hardly had to lift a finger as the food literally made itself with the living kitchen tools and appliances.  The three fatties didn't even need to work hard to eat as the food walked up to them and jumped into their mouths.  Naturally, Obamon gave them belly rubs as they ate, admiring their pudgy punches and rounding rears.  They blushed and giggled falling under the spell of her loving embrace so easily.

	"And how are my little chubinkins doing?"

	"Doing fine.  The food is so good."

	"Yeah.  I've been meaning to putting on some more huggable lovable roles, but Bolt has been a big butt as of late and I couldn't get any good eats."

	"Ace is just the same saying things like, 'you'll never fit in your uniform if you keep eating all the donuts in a 200 mile radius,' or 'your butt looks like something that would belong to a wooly mammoth.'  Silly things like that."

	"Well here my adorable fatties you can eat as much as you please.  I'll give you all the tender love and food you could ever want and more."

	Reading her words, they all looked at her lovingly and smiled.  She patted their enormous tummies and kissed their flabby face cheeks marveling at how round and soft they had become.  She then signaled the food to resume feeding the three of them, this time at double speed.

	"Eat well and get nice and fat dearies.  Then I'll have a big surprise waiting for you."

	She hardly had to inform them about such a thing.  They were already locked in total obese bliss.  They looked so cute and chubby that it filled the room with the warm fuzzies.  Obamon was truly glad she had chosen to bring them in next and sneaked off to get things ready for their big surprise.  As she did she grabbed the book containing, Sharkfang, Tagmer, and Killajor.  She flipped through the pages and sped read what they had done so far, curious as to how their adventure was turning out.  She smiled and a twinkle was in her elderly eyes.

	"Seems they're progressing about as well as I could expect."

	"Are you saying something?  I can read your word cards from here Obamon."

	"Oh, nothing.  Just talking, uh, making word cards, dearies.  Just keep eating.  I better keep my word cards to myself.  Don't want to spoil anything for you guys."

	With that, Obamon went into the next room with the book, eager to see how the battle at hand was about to turn out and get their surprise done as she did so.  Snow, Dillon, and Logan resumed eating, blissfully unaware that they were on the menu for Obamon's ravenous appetite.


	The sounds of battle rang through the Tower of Tacos as Sharkfang and Tagmer battled their way from floor to floor.  The footsteps splintered the ground they walked on at they put on more and more weight with each enemy they vanquished, though their determination to come out on top in their bet kept them fighting and moving fiercely.  It was a dead heat all the way to the end when they reached the top where rat Killajor was awaiting them.

	"It is good to see you again," he began to say prepared with a villainous speech for just such an occasion as this.

	"Looks like I won," declared Tag not even noticing Kill.

	"No way," argued Sharkfang.  "I was at least two steps ahead of you the entire time."

	"How can you even tell?" shouted Tag. "We can't even see our feet anymore.  But gut is at least three centimeters out than yours so I clearly won."

	"That's utter rubbish."

	"No it isn't."

	"Yes it is!"

	"If I might interject," shouted Kill managing to finally get their attention.

	"What do you want?" they asked him.  "We're in the middle of something.  We'll deal with you later."

	"I see the whole thing and it was clearly a draw.  How about we have a little tie breaker?  Let's say, fight me and whoever beats me wins?"

	"I'm good with that," agreed Tagmer.

	"So am I," added Sharkfang.

	"Excellent then," Kill said already charging his magic for a spell.  "It's about time."  Sharkfang had his arrows quickly aimed and Tag adjusted his weapon to a pair of short swords at the same time as Kill and the second they were all ready they attacked.

	The battle shook the tower as they fought.  Despite it being two against one Kill quickly gained an edge with rather impressive speed and his impressive magic skills.  His magic proved much more diverse than merely weight gain spells as he blasted holes through the walls with ease and teleported when his escape any other way was cut off.  The longer the battle progressed it was clear that it was taking a greater toll on them than on Kill.

	"Won't you quit with the games," shouted Tag.  "Take this seriously."

	"Why should I?" asked Kill in a laid back voice.  "It hardly feels like it is worth it after seeing your best.  It sounds more like you want me to be more aggressive so I end up making a mistake."

	"Well we don't like being toyed with," added Sharkfang.

	"I guess I could show you a little bit of effort then," agreed Kill.  "Just don't say I didn't show you mercy."

	In a flash, Kill vanished and reappeared before Tag.  He placed a hand on his stomach and instantaneously it exploded with lard crashing to the floor with titanic force.  Only able to react once the deed was done, the obese dragon grabbed Kill to keep him from escaping even as he took the opportunity to continue fattening him more.

	Sharkfang charged a spell of his own, hoping to defeat him before he finished with Tag.  "I doubt you can use multiple spells at once," he stated.  "So let's see you dodge this."  He then struck with the strongest fire magic he could muster.  Even with Tag in close proximity he didn't hold back knowing he couldn't pass us such an opportunity.  The launched the spell, a huge fireball that zipped across the room and melted the stone is passed nearby.  Despite the awesome power behind it, however, Kill didn't seem the least bit worried.  While he was still in the middle of fattening Tag he held out one hand to ward off the attack.  The fireball crashed into his palm and with no effort at all it was repelled back at Sharkfang.  He barely got out of the way of his own attack, but the force of it hitting the wall sent him tumbling.  Seeing that attempt failed, Tagmer attempted to break free of Killajor before he was fattened up anymore than necessary, but now Kill refused to let him go.

	"What's the matter?" he snickered.  "I thought you wanted me to be more serious in this fight.  No going back on it now."  With a grin on his face he turned up the power on his magic making his explode with fat and making the ground crumble under his mass till the floor gave out below him and the only thing keeping him from falling was Kill's grip on him.  "Heh.  I guess I could use this time to make fun of the sack of lard you've become, but I find it in bad taste to taunt the dead."  With that he let go of his flabby arms and let him fall.  As he hit the lower floor his body quivered violently as the ground shattered below him.  The same thing happened with the next floor and the next till he reached the bottom and could no longer be seen from the top.  "Guess I just have you to be my playmate then."  He turned to Sharkfang who managed to get back to his feet not ready to give up yet.

	"What do you think you can do?  You couldn't even touch men when it was two on one," stated Kill smugly.

	"I can try," he answered as he readied his hands for attack.

	"You will fail," answered Kill.

	Sharkfang responded by chucking three grenades at Kill forcing him to back off into the air.  With great haste he drew his bow and fired at the airborne rat.  Naturally, Kill easily maneuvered to dodge, but this was already predicted by Sharkfang as the arrow burst into dozens more and rained down on him.  It was finally a direct hit as he got skewered by dozens of arrows that covered him like a porcupine and made blood cover his body.  Still, despite the major injury Kill didn't seem the least be concerned about it.

	"I hope you didn't think I just focused on attack magic," he cackled as a blue aura covered him and the blood started to vanish from his body.  The arrows also began to pop out of his body and clatter on the ground till he was back to the way he was before getting injured.

	In response, Sharkfang tried to attack Kill with an onslaught of arrows, but the wounds just healed as fast as he received them.  It didn't take long for Sharkfang to realize it was pointless to fight while he was healing and knew that if he missed that opportunity then he wasn't going to get another.

	"Guess it is time to close this up," Killajor said with a yawn.  "Stretching it out any longer will just waste both our time."

	He approached Sharkfang who had dropped his bow and couldn't help but feel helpless.  Despite all the work he put into fighting he hated feeling so weak at such a time as this.  He couldn't save Tag and now he couldn't even save himself.  When Kill stood before him the only thing he had left to consider was what magic to use on him.

	"I guess I might as well make you fat as possible since you are too scrawny to be a meal for my master," he stated as he prepared the spell.

	Suddenly, the ground shook violently.  It felt like the entire tower was about to collapse.  At first it felt like it was an earthquake, but a fierce roar told them otherwise.  Then a black creature burst through the ground and landed with an earth-shattering smash.  Kill stared in shock seeing Tagmer was back, but it wasn't entirely him.  It was Remgat and he looked like he was ready for some payback.

	Quickly, he changed the target of his spell to Rem who flew at him with incredible speed.  He took the attack head on and caused his body to swell even larger, but he didn't get deterred by it in the least.  If anything he seemed to enjoy the fattening as a sadistic grin spread across his face.  He chased his prey down and didn't let up as he did his best to get away.  Teleporting proved hardly effective as Rem was on him again in seconds.

	Kill then tried going on the offensive, but Rem's massive body just absorbed them with ease.  It was more like a tickle as he merely chuckled it off.  All of his attacks were in vain as Rem grabbed him and took him into the air.  With his dark power he prepared a massive energy blast from his mouth as he flew straight down, smashing Kill into the ground on each floor before they reached the bottom and he unleashed the full wrath of his attack.  The quake it caused was even greater than his awakening and sent the tower crumbling down.  Rat Killajor didn't stick around for it as his body was instantly annihilated from the attack and all that left was a dark smoke that slipped away from his grasp.

	Sharkfang quickly got to his feet to plan his escape.  He knew Rem would be able to make it out just fine on his own.  Rushing to the window he jumped for the trees, hoping they would break their fall.  He jumped and glided with his cloak out to slow him down if just a little.  When he hit the tree branches they snapped like twigs under his weight.  When he finally hit the ground he found the experience a lot rougher than he imagined and knew he'd be sore for a few days after that, though at least he was alive.

	Struggling to his feet, he checked out the ruins of the Tower of Tacos, but Remgat was nowhere to be seen until he saw a big silhouette emerge from the dust and smoke.  When he recalled that Remgat might come after him next he was considering retreating rather than calling for him, but to his great relief it was Tagmer who emerged.

	"Looks like I'm the winner," Tag stated happily.  "You know what that means."

	"No way," argued Sharkfang.  "Remgat did all the work."

	The two of them continued to argue the whole way to the next town.


	Back in Obamon's home she was just finishing getting everything ready for Dillon and the others when the book opened and remains of rat Kill floated out to her.  She smirked and twirled it around her finger before slurping him up causing her big belly to plump up a good deal more.

	"So they beat one already.  I must say I'm quite impressed.  It will make them all the better tasting and do even more wonders for my figure.  I just hope Kill is tenderizing them like he was instructed or it will be a very anticlimactic meal.  Oh, well.  I need to focus on the present."

	Obamon then finished getting ready and returned to her guests with a gift for each of them.  They had just finished their meal and had quite full and smiling tummies (quite literally in this cartoon world).  Looking at them she would have loved to snuggle their fat bellies, but it was too soon for that.

	"You all look quite content with yourselves."

	"You can say that again.  Burp!"

	"Excuse you Snow."

	"What's that in your hands, Obamon?"

	"Good question Logan.  Take a look at these dearies."

	She held out three things that looked like dinky bathing suits that would hardly cover anything especially at their size, but they soon realized they were mawashis.  They looked at them with sparkling eyes seeing they were custom made for each of them.

	"What is this for?"

	"We're going to have a little game of sumo!"