And so Renamon reached her destination with little conflict, aside from quite a few staring onlookers, at least those quick enought to catch the obese fox. She was fat, but she retained much of her agility, despite her excess weight.

Renamon's stomcah growled upon reaching the empty home, and so she saited her hunger by gorging upon the food in the house. Everything was eaten, and when all the shelves and fridge were bare, Renamon collapsed upon a couch, belching and massaging her mass of belly.

Renamon moaned, enjoying the usual food stuffed bliss she experianced, post-gorging. Her paws explored her large breasts, which lay lazily atop her massive gut. Moving downward, she fondelled a few rolls, before continuing to rub her full, taunt belly, giving it a few affectionate pats.

Renamon sighed, never would she have thought she could get so fat so fast. Her mouth watered when she thought of all her meals, from Rika to the greasy goodness of the fastfood place she had raided, but most of all she enjoyed that bloated mass, Guilmon. If only all her living meals could be so fat and juicy. She marvelled at the thought, living meals were good but especially when fattened before hand.

It was wonderful to think of all these things, but it was also quite lonely now. Renamon sighed again, continuing to pat her belly, which now contained the two friends she had hoped to "dine" with.

Renamon began to drift to sleep, thinking of all these things. It wasn's long before she fell asleep however, before...