Meal 3


Kill stretched his arms and yawned.  He felt so relaxed that any memory he had of the previous day was a blur to him.  Looking around, he saw he was put into his bed.  Snow was placed in the one beside him, but he was still asleep.  Carefully, he got out of bed.  He was amazed that despite his recently gained roundness his mobility was not impaired.  The only noticeable difference was that his thighs rubbed together with each step, not that he minded it too much.  Quietly, he tiptoed his way to the door so as not to wake Snow.

The smells of pastries filled the air and turned Kill's attention to the kitchen.  Once again, Obamon was busy baking in large portions.  This time she was making things like cinnamon buns, muffins, cupcakes, pies, and cakes.  He didn't know if this was going to be another meal for them, but he was in heaven just smelling the aromas.

Obamon was putting another finished tray on the table when she noticed Kill.  With a smile she waved him to come closer.  "Hello dearie," she said in a sweet voice.  "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes I did," he replied.  "Is this all for us?"

"Not this time, I'm afraid," she explained.  "We're going to have some more guests today and I want to make sure they have as good a welcoming as you did."

"I see," he replied somewhat disappointed.

"Don't worry," she replied.  "I'm not done with you just yet.  In fact, didn't you want to learn some magic?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't look like you have time to teach me," he commented.

"I doubt you'd need my help to learn," she stated.  "You look like a smart fellow.  All you're missing is the right tools then I'm sure you'd be able to learn lots."

"Sounds good to me," replied Kill.

"Alright," she told him.  "You just need to go into that room over there and you'll have everything you need."

Kill waddled his way into the room and was a little underwhelmed by what he found.  It was full of shelves of books that made the room seem like a library.  There were also some cabinets with things like wands, lizard eyes, and pigtails.  He tried not to look at it, hoping to find some magic he could do with a simple incantation.

Other than the things in the cabinets the room seemed quite ordinary.  Kill may not have considered what a magical study looked like, but he had thought it would feel more mystical.  Still, he had to at least check it out.  He cracked open a book to a random page and started reading.

"Chapter thirteen, Biological Manipulation," read Kill.  "These spells are used to focus on both improving the condition of yours and ally's physical and mental condition as well as hinder your opponents.  These spells can be used in two situations to be effective.  The first means is direct use in which the spell is applied directly to the target.  The second way is to perform the spell on food or drink.  The later must then be ingested for the effects to take place.  These methods can be useful for stealth or for planning ahead when the situation will make it too difficult to take the time to cast the spell."

Kill yawned as he continued to read the introduction to the chapter.  He figured it would be wise to read over the entire thing before actually attempting anything.  When he finally got to the spells he grinned at the first one, the fattening spell.  It was really starting to seem like the theme around this place and figured he might as well join in on the fun, especially if Obamon had more company coming.  He continued reading on to the other spells on the chapter making a mental note at all the spells he wanted to learn as he skimmed through the chapter.  Once he had finished he started at the top of the list and began his magic training.


As the last of the baked goods were complete Obamon checked the clock noting she had a couple more hours till her new guests would arrive.  She knew it was more than she needed, but she couldn't take a chance that they might show up early.  A smile spread across her face and she patted her stomach intently.

"Guess it's time to wake up Snowy," she said as she walked to his room.  Snow was still sleeping like a baby, but she gave him a few gentle nudges to wake him.

"Hi, Obamama," Snow greeted her.  "Is it time to eat?"

"Yes it is," she replied with a smile.  She picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek that made him giggle.  "Now let's get going."

As they started to leave the room, Snow noticed he left his Drag plushie on the bed.  "Wait," he informed her.  "We forgot doggeh."

"Doggeh will be alright," she replied.  "The meal this time might get a bit messy and you don't want to get him messy."

As they left the bedroom, Snow got a full blast of the food in the kitchen and expected that to be his meal, but she quickly brought him into another room that was darker and colder than the others.  He shivered a bit and held onto Obamon for warmth.  Snow looked up at Obamon and noticed she seemed different in her facial expression and how she held him.  She smiled, but it wasn't the motherly smile she normally.  Her grip was more the type one would use if they were carrying a ham or a turkey, not a little bundle of joy.

"Obamon?  Are you alright?" Snow asked.

"I'm fine," she replied.  She closed the door and locked it.  She slipped the key into her apron pocket and placed Snow into a chair that fit his rear comfortably.  Snow could smell food in front of him, but the tension he was feeling from Obamon was making him lose his appetite.  "It's just you've been disappointing me."

"Why?" he asked, trembling a bit.  "What did I do?"

"Nothing really," she said in a calm tone before a monstrous roar erupted from her throat and the room was lit by torches on the walls.  "It's just that you're not FAT enough!"

Snow cowered for a bit in fear, but Obamon grabbed a turkey leg and shoved it into his maw.  "Obamama," he whimpered pleadingly.

"Eat!" she roared.  Her fierce red eyes reflected his fear back at him.  "Gorge yourself till your clothes rip and your stomach burst.  Then keep eating till there is nothing left of you but a blob of fat."

Nervous, Snow slowly chewed at the food, but it was not good enough for Obamon who slammed her hand on the table.  Snow started eating a lot faster, gobbling down the turkey drumstick and searched for a fork so he could start eating, but there wasn't any on the food-filled table.  As Obamon growled with impatience he got the hint he wasn't going to need any.  Throwing caution to the wind he grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and crammed it into his mouth.  He continued downing the entire bowl grabbing chunks of varying sizes causing his face to be covered in mashed spuds and juicy gravy to run down his chin and onto his chest.

After the bowl was licked clean Snow placed it down to grab something else.  Obamon saw the bowl as a waste of space on the table and flung it at the wall shattering it to pieces.  Snow wondered why Kill didn't hear the noise, but as Obamon turned back to him with a psychotic glare he shoved his face into a bowl of soup.

"That's right, you fat pig!" she bellowed savagely. "Eat!  It's all that you'll ever be good for.  Eat!  Don't you just love my cooking?"

As Snow swallowed down the soup, he found it was filled with chunks of meat, and cheeses.  He couldn't deny it was delicious, but he couldn't enjoy it like this.  At the same time he felt the soup fill up his belly causing it to expand and stretch.  As the last few drops were lapped up he knocked the bowl onto the ground and started working on the turkey Obamon helped him begin.  He continued eating it, adding more food to his stomach that he could already feel turning to fat.  The only difference from the other meals he ate was that the feeling of fullness didn't leave.  As Snow looked at the brisket, bread rolls, onion rings, fries, pasta, ham, lasagna, spaghetti, and other assortment of foods before him, he knew this meal was going to be a long and painful one.

As Snow worked on the turkey, he felt his clothes tighten and tear.  His diaper held and as scared as he felt he didn't feel the need to go.  He didn't consider Obamon's food was made to be completely converted to body mass.  By the time the turkey was done, his hands and face were covered in turkey juices and his belly was pressing against the table.  He grabbed at the spaghetti finding his weight was preventing him from reaching anything but the nearest objects on the table and began scooping it up handfuls at a time.  The sauce was very messy causing his arms to get covered with the red stuff.  His haste also caused him to splatter the sauce and noodles onto his chest and stomach making him messier by the minute.

"Oh, isn't that cute," growled Obamon.  "The little baby is making a mess.  What a SLOB!!!  That's what I like to see from my visitors.  Now keep eating you FAT, OBESE, SLOBBY, PIG!!!"

After a while, Snow felt his chair creaking as he ate.  It grew louder with his blobby body until it splintered underneath him and send the remaining spaghetti all over him.  The crash sent the fat all over his body into a crazy jiggle that helped him realize how obese he had gotten since he arrived.  He removed the bowl to look at his condition.  He was covered with sauce from head to toe.  He shuddered at the feeling as he wiggled his toes.  As Snow tried to wipe the sauce from his face he realized his fur was missing along with his shirt.  The fall managed to bust his shirt at the seams and his fur fell off somewhere.  Except for his diaper he was in the buff now.  Under normal circumstances he'd be very shy to be like this, but it was not on his priority as he felt Obamon grope his body and lift him up.

"Not bad," she commented looking him over.  Snow was so absorbed in eating he neglected to notice he grew fatter than Obamon at some point.  His thighs were so thick it was impossible to keep his legs straight.  The fat drooped down to his feet and covered them.  Not that he could have seen past his mammoth gut that was the epicenter of his obesity.  His fat folds hung down all over as his body attempted to find a place to put all the fat.  His rump must have been massive as it cushioned his fall.  As Obamon groped around his butt he realized his tail was only a small bump now that his rump had consumed it.  As Obamon continued to grope his body she could sink her arm up to her elbow in; he was a literal sea of flab now.  Still, she didn't have a satisfied look on her face.  "Not bad, but still too SKINNY!!!"  She tore the diaper from his plump butt and sat him into a pair of large apple pies, covering the last clean part of his body.  "Now eat the food!  All of it!!!"

Snow couldn't disobey and began to resume his forced binge.  The feeling of fullness grew inside of him, but despite the pain he couldn't stop eating either by fear or love, the same two emotions he felt towards Obamon.  His eating habits were becoming even sloppier as he gathered all the food his arms could carry and bring it up to his maw to consume.  It stained his yellow fur with more grease, sauce, and juice.  His belly tattoo was completely covered and he felt sticky and greasy all over.  He could smell the mixed aromas of the mess all over him.  It wasn't bad and he was even tempted to nibble his arm, but such thoughts made him worry if that was his fate.

"Goooood!"  shrieked Obamon, her body growing more bizarre as time passed.  Her fat body grew larger and more muscular all over.  Her teeth grew a lot more pointed and savage.  "You're doooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg great!  But there's still moooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee to go!  I can't have you be so smaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!"

Nodding submissively, Snow kept goring on the food as his fat torso grew and removed any separation from his head and body.  His weight soon overtook his strength and he collapsed on the table as he creaked before collapsing too.  In his daze he felt a strong pair of hands open his mouth and cram food into his mouth.  First it was the remaining food on the table and then came sweet things loaded with sugar.

"You didn't think I would forget dessert now did you?" laughed Obamon.  "Now eat up fat ass!"

Snow didn't respond.  He didn't move or resist.  He merely ate as he believed that was all he could do at this point.  His body continued to swell, into a blob as any signs of his former Gabumon body were turned into a blob of fat.  As the last slice of a triple chocolate cake was pushed past his lips, Obamon grinned delightedly at him.

"Finally!" she exclaimed she licked her lips and drool poured down her muzzle.  "Finally, I can have a nice fat meal."

Without waiting any longer, she lifted Snow to her mouth and made him watch as she made the final changes to her form shifting completely from Obamon and into her darker self, Abomon.  The last thing Snow saw was the inside of Abomon's mouth before he was forced down into her belly.  Little by little he was devoured whole and despite his size he went down like a drink of water.

As the last trace of Snow vanished Abomon tasted her first of many victories.  Immediately, Abomon's body began to change, growing larger and more muscular.  The change continued until she let out a burp of yellow light.  As the light dimmed a cat appeared, very much like Snow, with a broken horn on its head and a tattoo with the word "Fat" on his belly.  It may have been Snow once, but now it was Obamon's obedient pet.

The kitty purred and rubbed up against Abomon as she reverted back to her kinder, gentler form, albeit about one hundred pounds larger.  She reached down and petted him and smiled.  "Such a good kitty," she cooed.  "You know your assignment.  Now get to it."

Obamon unlocked and opened the door allowing the cat to scamper out through the doggy door attached to Obamon's front door.  She watched the Snow ran through the forest and vanished from sight.

Obamon let out a yawn as she looked at the time.  "It looks like I have just enough time for a nap before they arrive," she said to herself.  "Eating always leaves me tired afterwards."  She then proceeded to the bedroom and crawled into bed.  She gave a few more yawns before she was fast asleep.


"Is this the place?" asked Tagmer the Dragon.

"Only one way to find out," replied Morris as he knocked on the door.

Tagmer and Morris were the next to be invited to Obamon's abode.  Tagmer was a larger dragon with a hefty gut.  He had crimson scales on his whole body save for his chest and belly which were orange.  He had green eyes and dark blue hair between a pair of horns.  Despite his size, he had a pair of wings on his back.  He didn't wear a shirt, but had on a pair of pant with a belt.  His stomach fat drooped down slightly over the pants, but it was hardly an issue.  There was also a hole in the back for his tail that had a single spike at the end.

Morris was skunk a couple feet shorter than Tagmer.  He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a lavender shirt.  His fur was dark gray on his arms, legs, and back while his chest, stomach and underside of his curved tail was milky white.  His hair was completely black except down the middle connecting the white line of fur on his back to the top of his head.  In front of his green eyes was a pair of sunglasses that rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose.

As they waited they soon heard a pair of footsteps come to the door.  They were greeted by Kill, having just completed his session studying magic and then some.  They were quite alarmed at how large and fat he was, but they didn't want to be rude and bring it up.  "Hello," he greeted them happily.  "You must be Obamon's new guests."

"Then I guess this is the right place," stated Tagmer.

"So, what did we win?" asked Morris.

"Well, Obamon's asleep right now," explained Kill.  "But I'd be happy to keep you company till she wakes up.  Besides, she's made you something to eat."

"That was nice of her," commented Morris.

As Tagmer saw the food he rubbed his belly.  "Anyone who makes such a feast for me is a friend in my book.  Let's dig in."

"Go right ahead," said Kill with a grin.