The Digital World often crossed paths with the real world. Data constantly being flung back and forth between the two was the primary culprit, and it was never uncommon for digital monsters to manifest as a result. Most of the time they ended up in highly concentrated areas of data, such as sprawling urban cities, as that’s where the largest amount of data could easily pass.

Sometimes, however, Digimon just ended up in the middle of nowhere. Without any sort of orchestration, even the most remote areas could end up a host to an incursion of the digital variety. The Digimon would be translated from their digital bodies into living, breathing life forms, with all the pros and cons that such transmutations entail. This came as quite a shock to one such Digimon: A Gomamon! An aquatic Digimon who ended up swimming into a patchy spot of a wide ocean and was unceremoniously zapped over to the real world. He landed with a profound splash in an equally-patchy river somewhere in the Amazon, with no humans within miles of the point of ingress. Gomamon hastily clawed his way to the surface to get his bearings, shaking his head and looking about. “Hey… Where’d the beach go?” he complained, the water decidedly fresher than the saltwater he was used to. This particular Gomamon didn’t look nearly so fit as some more famous counterparts, predominantly living a life of luxury and laziness. His distinctions weren’t apparent until he swam to the edge of the actively-churning river and crawled out, the seal-like Digimon dripping wet. His large fore legs had a bit more weight to them to them, and the belly he sported showed he was quite well-fed for a Gomamon. It lazily jostled as he walked out onto dry land, squishing out either side of his and even poked out under the fatter tail and rump he sported. “Where am I?”

It was humid and hot. The climate at the beach Gomamon was relaxing at in the Digital World was decidedly more mild and comfortable than the jungle was offering. He begun to sweat, wiping his brow clear of perspiration as he journeyed further into the lush, noisy jungle. “Hello! Anyone home?” Gomamon shuffled about miserably in a vain search for signs of intelligent life. The only responses he got back, however, came from rather dim-witted creatures, all seeming intent on two things: Ignoring him, and making lots of noise. After several minutes of moving about in a wide semi-circle, ending up back where he started, Gomamon groaned and rubbed his claws up over his head. “Would you all just give it a rest?!” Gomamon loved a party as much as the next Digimon, but when trying to look for something or someone it was positively grating.

Gomamon plunged back into the river to get some relief from the noise and humidity. The river was pretty active but it was a non-issue for the Digimon acclimated to water. Gomamon swam with ease along with the current, head on a swivel as he glided along the surface. Whatever digital patchiness that sucked him into the real world had long-since disappeared, leaving him stuck. Not that he knew how he got here in the first place. “Where’d everybody go? How’d I get here?” A twinge of worry started to nag Gomamon. He had friends back home! Food to eat! And there wasn’t a fish in sight the little time he spent scanning the waters. The sweltering jungle air wasn’t doing Gomamon any favors, sweat still exuding off his body despite being immersed in the river. “And those things just won’t quit making a racket!” The noise, if anything, had grown longer in the time Gomamon had been swimming. 10 more minutes of it was more than enough. Gomamon gritted his teeth and shouted, “Knock it off!”

Gomamon paused and blinked... They actually listened! Somewhat… The bulk of the wild animal noises were quieting down. Or, to be more accurate, seemed to be coming from further away. Loud rustlings from all over seemed to confirm that the Digimon had apparently scared the wildlife away! Gomamon sighed in relief. “That’s better.” What Gomamon did not see was one particular animal slip into the water, dipping below the surface with a flicking reptilian tail slipping in last. “Well, time to cool off a bit.” Gomamon dove underwater, finding plenty of depth with which to explore in some pockets of the river, shallower in others. He was curious enough to explore tens of feet deep, but predominantly was stuck in a much shallower part. Gomamon’s fur and ears flowed about with the current as he gracefully swam along, large fore paws able to clear batches of water at a time and propel him along.

One turnaround later, Gomamon ended up bumping snouts with the thing that had actually scattered the creatures of the jungle away. He gasped, bubbles filtering up from his mouth, as he stared at a large anaconda. The serpent had paused, tongue flickering about under the water, body oozing along the sandy river floor. The snake was over 20 feet long, wider than the pudgy Digimon before him, and had beady eyes that stared hollowly. Gomamon balked from the large creature and turned tail to swim away! The anaconda, however, wasn’t going to let such a fat thing escape so easily. It immediately took off, having plenty of air to work with, body slithering along the river floor. Clouds of dirt funneled up from wherever the snake moved, bubbles kicked up too, reducing visibility under the surface greatly. For the serpent, this was a non-issue, but for Gomamon, it became quite the source of confusion. He swam up to the river’s edge and made to push against the wall and launch another direction, only to find himself staring into a large cloud of dusty dirt floating around. “Wha?” he gasped, blindingly swimming inward until something large, thick, and scaly coiled around his plump body. “Gah!” Several loops formed around Gomamon, tightening thickly, driving all his limbs against his own body and making him gasp. “Ack! Let me go!”

The anaconda, prey ensnared, swam upward for the surface. Gomamon was forcefully dragged along for the ride, suddenly out in the open humidity once more, loud hisses coming from the creature that had captured him. “I said let me go, you big bully!” he tried, though based on the noises the snake was making, Gomamon guessed it was as non-intelligent as the other things of the jungle. Not that that aspect of the serpent was on his mind for long. When the serpent fully emerged and coiled onto dry land, Gomamon really got a sense of how big, and dangerous, it was. The snake flicked its tongue through the air again, forked tip tickling at the edge of Gomamon’s snout. “Hey!” he called, only to feel more air squeezed out of him as the coils tightened. Gomamon tried another exclamation but had nothing to work with, his airlessness making the world spin. The anaconda, he saw, sported a dark green body with various black and yellow spots decorated along its back. When the anaconda lifted its head, a segmented under-body became visible, Gomamon forced to stare as the coils grew tighter still.

Then, just before the Digimon was going to pass out, the coils relented. Gomamon gulped down breaths of fresh oxygen, dizzy from the experience, trying to pull so much as a claw free. The coils remained tight enough to immobilize him, though, the anaconda’s blunt snout pressing forward. Its nostrils flared as a barely-audible groan rumbled from somewhere… and Gomamon knew exactly where from. The very coils that had ensnared him rumbled again, and it was clear exactly what the large serpent had in mind for the plump Digimon: Food. “Wait… wait!” Gomamon said, eyes widening just as the anaconda began to yawn its jaws open, inches from the Digimon’s head. Gomamon’s tail flicked out beyond his coiled body in a panic, stubby hind claws twitching fruitlessly. He was forced to stare into the wide serpent gullet, twitching and dark, with a tongue sliding out behind jaws lined with sharp teeth. “Don’t eat me!” But the Digimon’s head was forced into the widened jaws, easily fitting into the hungry serpent mouth and beyond. “No!”

Gomamon cringed as he heard a ringing GLP swallow his whole head down easily, a bulge forming around the anaconda’s neck. He let out a fearful wail when the muscles pounded around him, squelching and guiding him deeper. Gomamon’s shoulders and chest filtered into the still-open mouth next, the anaconda rhythmically working its jaws open and closed to feed more of its chubby dinner inward. Slowly. For ten minutes Gomamon felt like he wasn’t moving at all, only for a sudden lurch and a wet ULRP swallowing him down a bit further. Gomamon felt the coils binding him sifting and moving about, though holding him tightly as the jaws continued to softly chew on his chest and back. Gobs of snake saliva found its way into Gomamon’s fur, making the already-humid jungle, and snake, environments nearly unbearable. “Hlllp!”

The anaconda continued to devour its meal slowly and methodically, half an hour passing by. Gomamon was still calling for help, begging for the serpent to not eat him. He’d progressed several inches down the bulging neck of the snake, who was still slowly working its jaws up and down, just reaching the fattest part of the meal. Gomamon groaned when his pudgy stomach began to feed into the much less comfortable climate of serpent jaws, each clench making rolls of fat squish out the sides of the anaconda’s mouth and out under Gomamon’s tail. The coils that had bound the Digimon previously were mostly gone, though the powerful snake jaws were holding the Digimon firmly in place. Gomamon tried to flex his large, lethal fore claws, but they were all-but-glued to his sides, pressing into his flabby middle and sticking out backwards, useless. His little hind legs motored away in a vain attempt to cause damage, making his furry white belly jiggle a little in the process. Fitful pleas still rang out from the neck of the anaconda, Gomamon occasionally hearing a GLK or SLP as more of his body was devoured. He felt his claws slip into the serpent jaws next, along with his chubby belly sprawling throughout the bottom of the widened maw. When the anaconda clamped down next, saliva squirted free from the fatter pockets of the Gomamon, his form harshly squeezed and squished, tongue burrowed in the midst of the Digimon bellyfur.

Another hour slipped by. Gomamon was half-conscious, groaning but still forming words and flailing his back legs and tail. His body was immersed in slobber, belly nearly immersed in the jaws, another thick gulp further sealing his fate. “Help... Someone… Don’t let this thing eat me...” The fleshy throat continued to pulsate and drag Gomamon deeper despite his protests, the last coil around his waist finally parting as the serpent was nearly done devouring its plump, enjoyable Digimon meal. Gomamon let out a pained gasp when the head of the snake tipped upward, jaws replacing that final coil and squeezing tight around the Digimon’s waist and rear end. Gomamon’s chubby rear end, with his underbelly peeking out beneath, joined stubby hind legs and tail as the last remnants in the outside world. Drool had already thoroughly caked them all, tongue constantly tasting unexplored portions, leaving a distinct sheen under the afternoon jungle sun. In mid-air, those legs and tail flicked, while the rest of the fat Gomamon bulged out the snake’s jaws and neck. His head was vaguely outlined, along with more of his middle as his plump belly sank a bit deeper with another swallow. ULK! The thick bulges on the snake’s underside swayed lazily with it suspended in the air. Gomamon felt every subtle shake as he was swallowed further. “Someone… please...” he mumbled with half-lidded eyes, unable to see a thing in the pitch-black innards of the serpent anyway.

Gomamon was hung upward for several minutes, with the anaconda’s mouth hanging wide open, letting gravity assist in the remainder of its meal. Louder ULPs and GLORKs followed as the jaws hung open wider than they needed to, so the serpent’s prey could more easily slide down its thickened throat. Gomamon continued to struggle, though his efforts were growing weaker as time wore on. His hinds no longer kicked, tail no longer thrashed. His limp butt was taken into the snake’s jaws, drool-lined lips sealing around all but a few inches of white tail. With another wet swallow, that tail tip slowly slithered in between anaconda lips, sealing Gomamon within the jaws completely. The serpent slowly settled back down with the edge of Gomamon’s butt hanging at the precipice of the now-horizontal throat. The thick snake’s body didn’t betray much of a bulge when laying mostly flat, but the segmented underside was like a cushion for its head. Gomamon shuddered as the long snake tongue flitted up against his butt and around his tail, seemingly enjoying the last bits of flavor he had to offer before he was officially anaconda chow.

“Don’t eat me...” Gomamon groaned, hinds and tail giving one last feeble twitch. The snake’s jaws slackened, yawning open to prepare to gulp the rest of its prey down. Lines of drool layered between the lips, sagging with gravity, the tongue fully retracted. Gomamon’s tail and legs visibly went limp. “Don’t… uhhnn...” The anaconda let out an elongated soft hiss as Gomamon’s butt flowed backwards and serpent jaws slowly closed, swallowing the Digimon whole in one fluid motion.

Hsssss-GLRRRRRUP!

Scales stretched noisily while throat muscles squelched, the serpent resting its head to the ground as its body arched over the chubby Gomamon that was slowly descending down its body. Its tongue flickered out idly, the Digimon devoured alive. Gomamon stared drunkenly forward as his body was squeezed along, barely clinging to consciousness, his bulges filtering along at a snail’s pace. The anaconda slowly began to slither along to find a place to rest, his neck sounding out with various undulations and wet GLKs along the way. Gomamon’s maw hung open, the Digimon eaten and nearly completely sapped of any energy his pudgy body had managed to retain through the ordeal.

The anaconda was quick to shift from devouring its chubby, unique meal, to seeking out a place to slowly slip into slumber and digest the limp bulges bulging out his body. It ignored the viscous, slimy squelches of Gomamon’s descent. The Digimon felt the ground squeeze from below as the large serpent glided over the lively jungle floor. He soundlessly stared forward as saliva strands broke apart with him slipping deeper, towards the quietly-growling, lengthy stomach the big anaconda possessed. Gomamon knew what was coming, and it made his matted-down fur stand on end. The fat Digimon’s journey continued unabated, nearly a quarter of the way down the snake’s gullet, with the thick slobber beginning to give way to stronger stenches of stomach acids lingering ahead of him.

30 minutes ticked by like an age for Gomamon, who was just beginning to breach the stomach of the anaconda. He caught a second wind in the squelching, pitch-black darkness, and his chubby bulge occasionally jostled or pressed outward in an odd direction. He could barely move an inch but that didn’t stop the Digimon’s fitful struggles. Gomamon even kept at it when his rear tipped, body squeezed and bent uncomfortably, as the anaconda began to slowly scale a thick old tree. The anaconda lazily climbed, his whole lengthy body eventually coiled around the trunk all at once. A powerful GRRRRWL bubbled out from its stomach, Gomamon letting out a weakened wheezing cry with his upper half plunging into the snake stomach proper. Gomamon didn’t even notice that the world had gone horizontal again, only feeling the splash of tingling stomach fluids drenching his face and big fore paws, sending him into a coughing fit. He whined, though, when the coiling began around thick tree branches, leaving Gomamon to hang upside-down with the thick anaconda scales grinding noisily against the bark. More and more Gomamon shifted into the large, constricting serpent belly, eventually leaving the Digimon fitfully twitching his tail to try and avoid the stinging acids within.

“Mmph!” The jungle air, quieter at this time of day, had its relative silence pierced when Gomamon cried out in agony and terror. The patterned scales of the anaconda had reduced it to incomprehensible muffled noises, however, not that anyone was around to hear the Digimon’s pleas. Gomamon grew nauseous when the serpent finally settled, his bulging midsection dangling lazily in the air, leaving Gomamon hanging upside-down in the groaning, gurgling stomach. “Mmph...” a bubbly-filtered groan rumbled out. The anaconda, mind no longer on its fat, delicious meal, but sleep, silently flicked its tongue out and rested its chin on the bark. The many feet of its body was securely grappling the thick branch in which it had elected to hibernate on for the coming days, its urge to eat sated. Gomamon squirmed, his claws digging into his pudgy sides as he tried to wrangle them free. Him being stuck was the worst, in his mind, as the churning stomach fluids continued to get pounded into him from all angles. He had no recourse to defense, and nobody, Digimon or otherwise, was coming to his rescue.

With his mouth still dangling open and stomach fluids threatening to enter him, Gomamon’s eyes fluttered closed and he passed out.

No-one disturbed the anaconda during the fortnight in which it digested Gomamon. Only a strong breeze caused the thick, noisy bulge to sway an inch or two in either direction. Gomamon himself flowed in and out of consciousness as he was slowly churned away, itchiness becoming far worse as time wore on. He’d mutter out an occasional plea or call for help, but the groaning CHRRRRGLEs of the powerful snake stomach overpowered him. The anaconda hadn’t woken since he fell asleep days prior, Gomamon twitching and moaning as the stomach squeezed him deeper still. His bulge squelched up against unyielding bark, forcing the fat Digimon to stretch and squeeze into positions causing the Digimon consistent pain. Every breath was laborious, leaving Gomamon gasping like a fish whenever he could get somewhat clear of the unrelenting acids that the scrunching stomach walls continued to squeeze into him. A week into his slimy digestion, Gomamon passed out and did not awaken. His bulges continued to very slowly shift deeper down the anaconda’s form, mutating from formative shapes into a single mass of pudge. The once-plump Digimon served as a fatty meal for the sated anaconda, who continued to sleep as the malleable remains of his Digimon dinner continued to digest away.

The anaconda awoke a week later, but did not move for the better part of the day. Gomamon had served his purpose, and left next to nothing on the huge serpent. The anaconda stretched its jaws out and yawned wildly, fangs bared and tongue flickering some before the jaws gently closed. Near the end of the big snake tail was housed a smaller mass of pudge, bulging out against the segmented underside of the serpent. Gomamon was naught but a skull and a bone or two at this point, and would see the light of day only when the snake would decide to relieve himself of whatever waste the Digimon had left behind. Beyond that, the happy-go-lucky Gomamon’s journey would come to an end: Starting from a mysterious rift between bodies of water, and ending up as a lumpy pile on foreign jungle soil.