Renamon continued to sway back in forth, hiccuping every so often and giggling to herself as she did. She headed for the door with some difficulty, only to find the door refused to open as she groped the handle in vain; pushing the knob in would not open the door. Giving up with a drunken irritation, Renamon waddled her way to a couch before collapsing in a dazed state.

She moaned in frustration and her belly was in desperate need of being fed. But Renamon could tell she was not in quite the right state of mind to be out and about, and placed a paw on her warm brow. She closed her eyes momentarily, and was out in an instant, groaning and moaning in her sleep.

Renamon was having strange dreams. She found herself standing alone in a wonderland of food, everything everywhere was composed of some edible treat. But before she could even sink her teeth into anything, a gang of hotdog bullies decided to taunt her.

"Man are you a fatty or what?" Said the leader.

"Excuse me!?" Said Renamon, as it the statement was obviously false despite her obvious obesity.

"You heard me fatty, why don't you hit the gym for a change, instead of hanging around here?"

Renamon was getting irritated. So she attacked her enemy in the most suitible way possible; eating him. Diving at her foe she clutched him in her paws, and before he could even let out a scream he was in her belly. By now Renamon was drooling, a voracoius new hunger lept into her body and she began to devour the rest of the gang. As she fininshed them off, all manner of foodstuffs came to attack her, and pretty soon she began to get overwhelmed: her belly was feeling very taunt and very full. But Renamon didn't let the pain of being stuffed stop her. She ate and ate and ate, and her overfed gut bulged out with fatness.

Yet despite her gluttonous gorging, even Renamon could not overtake her enemy, and just as the armies of food dogpiled ontop of her, Renamon woke with a fright to find...