Ever-Evolving Entrées
The evening sun shines meekly over some towering trees surrounding the park. Their beams ladle over the grass and playground equipment, and even the park’s newest occupant. Guilmon growls softly as he gradually resumes consciousness. The beastly digimon was sprawled out on his belly, claws to his sides, chin on the ground, and tail laying flat. His eyes squint and gather enough strength to open once he’s up to the task, slowly lifting his head and turning it this way and that. He takes a sniff of the air to confirm that his eyes aren’t deceiving him: Nothing around him looks, or smells, familiar to the digimon.

Guilmon manages to get back on his feet with a grunt. His tail twitching about for balance, the digimon peers about, looking for anything familiar. What he sees is anything but: Tall steel and concrete structures on all sides that pierce the skyline tower over the trees and other natural life surrounding him. He starts trekking forward in search of other digimon, nostrils flaring. For nearly an hour he treads onward, sniffing the ground, smelling trees, and looking for any other signs of digital life. 

The short-tempered digimon scuffs a gash into ground in annoyance, coming to a halt and further taking his frustrations out on a nearby bush. He opens his maw and blasts a Pyro Sphere at the shrub, reducing it to cinders, sending a resident bird or two flying away in panic. Smoke trills up and out Guilmon’s mouth, leaving the digimon a bit worse for wear: On top of not being able to find a single thing recognizable, he was now hungry! Switching tactics, Guilmon now stomps about in search for something to eat.

Unlike his search for other digimon, this time the hunt was short, and successful. The curious digimon approaches a tree with fresh red apples dangling from its branches. Wasting no time the virus type hunkers down and springs upward in a powerful leap, jaws agape and snapping down over a few apples, eagerly swallowing them down. He lands on his feet with his tail arched to maintain balance, pausing a moment to consider the taste. Guilmon feels anything but satisfied from the tiny fruits; he needs something with more sustenance! He’s forced to admit to himself that he does need something in the interim, however, so the digimon leaps and strips more apples from the tree. It at least fills his belly with something, which Guilmon hopes will be enough to keep him going long enough to find something more worthwhile to chow down on.

Fortunately for Guilmon, while not digital life, the natural segment of wherever he was appears to be teeming with wildlife. Birds flutter up in the zenith, Guilmon disregarding them as too small, too quick, and too far away to ensnare and devour. The digimon’s attention was more drawn to the creatures milling around on all fours: They were much larger than the creatures with wings and appear overall more sluggish and easy to catch. The virus type’s eyes narrow on a particular black-furred creature stalking along through the trees not 30 yards away. Guilmon leans forward to get its scent, and the resulting feedback causes the digimon to drool and lick his lips. Whatever it was, it certainly smelled tastier than measly apples! It looks far more filling to boot.

Guilmon lowers his head level with that of his flicking tail, setting off at a sudden quick gait towards the other creature. If Guilmon didn’t know any better he’d swear it was some form of a gatomon he was stalking: From the pointed ears to the muzzle to the way his prey was moving, it reminds him of the champion-level more than anything else. The relation makes him drool more, as gatomon were particularly succulent to the virus type!

The cat isn’t unaware of the digimon for long. Guilmon was anything but subtle, stomping towards the cat with a ferocity driven by hunger. The black-furred feline mrowls loudly before turning tail and attempting to flee! But Guilmon’s driving hunger ends the chase before it can even begin. The feline wails out in shock as the digimon’s jaws clamp down over the base of its tail, the furry noodle flailing about in the hot, sticky maw. Drool drizzles into the feline’s fur as Guilmon lifts his head up with his catch in tow. The cat flails his legs and yowls, claws scraping uselessly against the tough scales of the digimon as it’s left dangling by the tail.

Guilmon tosses his head up and opens his jaws without a thought, the squealing feline tumbling end over end and vanishing into the digimon’s mouth. Guilmon snaps his jaws shut around the entire form of the feline and swallows it down effortlessly: GLNK! The small bulge makes a brief appearance in Guilmon’s neck and vanishes soon thereafter, the struggling cat unheard behind the thick hide of the digimon. Guilmon feels the lump of meat settle into his belly and sighs contently… but he still hungers for more. The cat was magnitudes better than apples but Guilmon is hardly sated. He does, however, has the scent of feline in his nostrils now. Armed with his advantage Guilmon continues his hunt, the cat in his stomach tossed to and fro, already forgotten about and left to stew in the digimon’s stomach acid as the virus type hunts for more food.

Over the course of the evening Guilmon catches several more similarly-smelling creatures. Some he catches without a fight. Others got fireballs to the face to knock them out, only for the digimon to devour the singed squirming meat whole. Most taste like the first black-furred feline, but some had a more spicy, Gabumon-esque flavor to them. By the time the sun fully set, Guilmon has a belly full of digesting meat and his hunger-induced rage was quelled. The digimon suddenly feels tired after the evening of foraging, and as such slumps down right where he is. He lowers himself to his knees and then lays forward, his gurgling belly used as a cushion as it pancakes out beneath him.

The digimon’s tail sways in the air, the virus type thinking about his predicament. The felines are an adequate source of food, but fewer and fewer remain in the area thanks to the digimon’s hunts. He knows that the next day he has to find something even more filling and satisfying to devour. His gut sloshes and settles, making Guilmon utter out a lengthy uuuurrrroorrp before falling asleep. Dreams of particularly plump past digimon meals wash around in the dozing dinosaur’s head as night progresses. No wildlife disturbs the digimon lest they become his meal as well, so Guilmon is left to sleep soundly as he digests the small animals and fruits in his belly completely.

Guilmon shuffles around in his slumber, shifting this way and that, eventually ending up on his side as morning arrives, the occasional urp or ooorp escaping. His belly hung outward slightly, softer and quieter than the night before. All of its contents were digested down to a soupy substance. The small animal bones were too brittle to resist the powerful digestive fluids in the digimon, leaving Guilmon with a pleasant full feeling in his sleep. He awakens with a loud yawn, a smack of his lips, a burp and a stretch. Already, mere moments after waking up, the digimon hungers once more. Guilmon grumbles, knowing full well this was the fate that awaited him the morning following the small meals the night before. With a grunt he pushes off against the ground and stands, his belly sloshing noisily as it settles to a swaying halt.

The prospect of being in a completely strange new world no longer lingers on the digimon’s mind. Guilmon’s faculties once again focus entirely on that of acquiring food. He scratches his belly and lumbers forward, starting to sniff the air again. Last night’s successes leave his snout unrewarded, however, not so much as a cat hair left in the air. The virus type growls, eyeballs slitting once more with the all-consuming hunger beginning to take control again. Guilmon was all but ready to burn every tree in sight to flush out some form of prey…

“Now be good and have fun in the park sweetheart!”

“Okay Mom!”

Guilmon cocks his head to the side and freezes, distracted right out of his hunger pangs a moment. What was that? Guilmon gasps: It sounds like digimon speak! He doesn’t know who or what a ‘Mom’ was, but he doesn’t care. Whether friend or food the digimon leans forward and dashes towards the source of the sound. It doesn’t take long at all for him to track it down. After the initial exchange he only hears the second voice giggling away, being entertained in some fashion. Guilmon pokes his head out of some foliage and spies someone climbing all over a set of haphazardly-constructed metal material. Curious, he leans his head outward, tail raising and swaying in the air.

A human girl slips down a long straight slide with a laugh and clambers to her feet, moving on to other pieces of playground equipment. She’s clad in a simple pink shirt, sweatpants, shoes and socks, sporting blond hair and a happy smile on her face. Guilmon can’t make out what kind of digimon the pink creature is. Definitely not a biyomon due to the lack of wings, despite the pink. No tail rules out a whole host of other digimon Guilmon would recognize. What the virus type does make out is the size of her: Sporting a chubby middle and plump hips, Guilmon can’t help but salivate at the sight.

What he sees is exactly what he’s been searching for to fill his belly properly.

The girl is completely unaware that she’s being watched. She’s used to being alone in the park this early in the morning, her parents letting her play before taking her to daycare. In as many weeks she’s never so much as seen another human, let alone a big red dinosaur digimon, in the park, letting her have the entirety of the playground to herself! As a result, she continues her morning time outside, climbing across the monkey bars with her legs dangling and swinging to keep her momentum going. A pair of reptilian eyes focus in on her backside, jostling behind the sweatpants as the legs kick…

With an ever-growing hunger and a plump specimen before him, Guilmon can’t wait another moment. A loud rumble of his belly sets him off like a gun at a track meet, the digimon bursting from the bushes and speeding at the girl full-tilt! She turns her head at the commotion, eyes going wide at the bizarre sight of a large dinosaur-like creature barreling right towards her! In a panic she loses her grip on the monkey bars, plummeting safely onto the mulch below with a dull thud. Guilmon’s footsteps crunch crunch crunch over the mulch, maw hanging open as he skids to a halt next to the girl, spraying wood chips over her. The girl’s voice is caught in her throat a split-second, lip quivering, the large creature towering over her with its mouth agape. She finds her voice and starts to scream!

Guilmon balks at the loud noise and immediately snaps his jaws downward over the girl’s head on instinct. He sighs in relief as the jaws close, breath washing over the girls face, the annoying sounds stopping and his first taste of the girl spreading over his tongue. His hunger instincts kick in once more at that moment: Guilmon doesn’t want to be interrupted during his meal by anyone that heard the loud cry, so he hefts the flailing girl up by her head, turns tail, and races back deeper into the trees and foliage, not leaving a trace of the girl or himself behind.

The girl was beside herself with panic. Her face mashes against the thick, smelly tongue of the large creature, drool smearing across most of her head. When lifted off the ground she throws random punches and kicks at Guilmon, but it was almost like punching stone to the girl, blows glancing off and leaving her with sore knuckles and toes. Her body swings about thanks both to her protests and the gait of the digimon, getting scratched up from all the bushes and other plant life Guilmon was carrying her through. “Ow! Stooop!” she moans into the digimon’s tongue. “Mooom! Daaaad! Heeeelllp!”

She can hardly breathe with her head jammed in the maw, any protests taking more wind out of her. What little air she got grows rancid when Guilmon, sloshing belly jostling in his escape, causes him to… Urrrrrrp. The girl coughs and sputters as built-up saliva and hot, rank air buffets her senses, nearly making her pass out. The digimon, now safe from prying eyes, feels safe enough to come to a stop now. He opens his jaws and lets the girl fall to the ground below. The instant she’s free, she gulps deep breaths of fresh, clean air and pushes onto all fours, gasping. She keeps her head lowered a moment, trying to shake the dizzy feeling from being forcefully carried and flung about so recklessly. Starting to peer up, she sees a set of nasty-looking talons serving as her captor’s feet, with a red-and-white tail swaying back behind him. Raising her head higher still, she finds herself inches away from a quietly-grumbling white belly, making her stammer and scoot back a few paces in panic. Only then did the full profile of Guilmon come into view once more: A salivating, hungry-looking dinosaur that was staring at the girl like a steaming plate of meat. “N-n-nice dino...” she manages to stammer out.

Guilmon’s tail sways slowly and deliberately from side to side, the digimon leaning his head down slowly towards the girl. For a moment his hungry stare turns to a more curious one. The taste and speech patterns of this creature were unique sensations to the virus type! He has to get another sample. To the girl’s dismay the jaws open again, making her cry out and fling her arms up in defense. They were too far deep in between the trees for anyone else in the park to hear, though, so no one came to investigate. The girl freezes as Guilmon pushes past her arms and gives her a tasting lick across her face, the thick, warm tongue matting down her hair and leaving a trail of drool behind.

“Eeeeeww!” the girl whines, bringing a hand to her face to try and wipe the saliva off. It was very goopy and sticky though, so little of it is removed from her wiping. Her disgust only increases when Guilmon, taste sending his gut grumbling, splays his jaws and belches loudly. With one eye open she peers up, staring frightfully into the wide, quivering maw as saliva flies out. She gags as a splotch of black fur smacks against her cheek, gooey and sticky. It clings to her face a moment before dripping to the ground with more saliva. She hardly gives it the time of day, her attention drawn back to the large digimon before her. Slrp smk slhp! Guilmon smacks his lips, eyes glaring now as hunger completely takes over once again. The tongue oozes out of the maw to lick across scaly lips as he straddles the girl, his grumbling belly inches from her face.

“Eeeeeek!” the girl screams, scrambling onto all fours and trying to stand or at least crawl away. “Leave me alone!” Her pleads fall on deaf ears as the head lowers down to the girl. “Don’t eat me!! Someone heeelllp!” Guilmon easily keeps pace with the girl who couldn’t quite make it back to her feet, left crawling away instead. She whimpers as each stomp still lands by her side. Too hungry to wait another moment, Guilmon lets her crawl forward until she presents a good target: A jostling rear end straining behind the girl’s sweatpants! Each plump cheek was outlined in the clothing, giving Guilmon two meaty options. He aims for the whole thick backside of his meal, too hungry to care which side he chomps down on first. The girl lets out a cry of despair as drooling digimon jaws clamp down on her butt and sink past her hips, forcing her rear end to rest on a fat tasting tongue. “Nooooo!”

Guilmon purrs around his catch, his rump and tail pointed up to keep balance, sating his lust for food with the juicy butt caught in his jaws. Saliva drains out his mouth and stains the girl’s sweatpants and shirt, the latter flitting about as he lowers his head further, opening and shutting them in rapid succession. The girl feels her butt press against the back of the throat, another squeal tearing from her lips. “Stoooop! Let me go! P-please!” she cries, wincing in pain as her legs bend forward, knees bumping up against her chest. She lets out a shocked gasp, eyes wide as dinner plates, as Guilmon swallows her plump hips and rear end completely. GLCK!

The digimon hefts the screeching girl up, lowering his rump and raising his head towards the sky. The girl’s pudgy belly feels the slathering tongue enjoy her filling flavor as her posture awkwardly bends outward, chest and head pointed straight and legs dangling below the jaws. She urks and tries beating at Guilmon’s jaws with her free hands, but she can hardly muster a glancing blow, the angle being too inefficient for blows. “Let me gooo! Stop eating me!! Noooo!” Guilmon growls around his catch, slithering his tongue up her neck and chin as more of her sinks into the drooling maw, making her squealing grow louder still. Irritated at the loud noise he flattens the tongue up against her face, muffling her pleas and letting the virus type enjoy his meal in peace.

Guilmon flicks his head up and swallows hard, the girl’s plush belly sinking into the tight confines of the throat, her butt flowing further down and bulging out his chest. The girl whimpers and grabs at the silencing tongue, hands growing sticky and covered in slobber. Grimacing, she tries to peel her face away from the tongue, tilting her head up to rest it against the writhing, saliva-coated muscle. She does so just as her legs are slurped in further, making her shoes sit on either side of her ears. She clenches her eyes in pain from the contorted way she’s being devoured, the digimon caring naught for his prey’s feelings of discomfort. Indeed, Guilmon laps all over those shoes and the girl’s head, taking another strong URLK and swallowing the girl’s chest, the remnants of the girl vanishing into his mouth.

With a tongue eager to taste all over, the girl was free to cry out once more. She does so, but the continued efforts leave her panting for breath. All over her peripheral vision she sees rows of jagged sharp teeth, eyes darting form one side of the dripping jaws to the other. Her hair is splays and glues itself all over her head as well as the tongue, strands drug across her vision from the thick thing dragging over her face again and again.

Guilmon purrs at the flavor and size from his latest catch, feeling her bulking form slip further and further down. The girl’s butt presses to the sphincter of the stomach, making it growl loudly. Another murr rumbles out all around the girl’s head, hearing the digimon’s pleasure with it slurping and tasting over her. A last final squeal, unintelligible, echoes out from the girl as, with wide eyes, she sees the maw shut with a squelching sqsh. She’s left in total darkness, the hot sticky cave of the mouth and squeezing confines of the throat the only things left in her world.

Guilmon’s cheeks puff out with the size of the girl’s head and feet still in his jaws. He sloshes them from side to side in his mouth, drool escaping between sealed lips and dribbling to the ground. With a delighted murr, he presses his tongue hard up against the girl’s face, feeling her muffled protests as he does so, and tilts his head up: GLUP, GLRK, GUUULP! Thick swallows devour the girl completely, her bunched-up bulge shifting down the body of the digimon in a rapid fashion. Her plush rear end pushes into the chamber of the stomach first, with the rest of the girl squeezing in after. The digimon’s belly sloshes when his prey settles in, the girl waist-deep in bubbling fluids.

Guilmon lowers his head, jaws hanging wide open in a restful state of bliss. That was the kind of meal he can get used to! His stomach quivers and emits a gurgle amid the muffled cries of its occupant. Gasses and more bubble up his throat and his jaws open wide, spewing out a thick belch. OOOORLP. A pair of saliva-soaked sneakers tumble from Guilmon’s maw to the grass, the dino digimon smacking his lips of the girl’s flavor. His tail sways as he runs a claw down over his now-distended gut and purrs. Guilmon looks around to see if the girl’s cries or his belching attracts any unwarranted attention, but his hiding instincts prove effective: Guilmon was all alone with his burbling belly.

Well-fed, the digimon continues his search for signs of familiarity about the park, his white swaying stomach churning away at his big catch. While he would love to sit and stew over his meal, Guilmon wants to find out where he ended up, and, more importantly, why. His trip is interrupted every now and then, Guilmon’s breath catching a moment prior to another burp ripping from his jaws. Almost every belch hacks up another remnant of the girl he ate: A slimy pair of socks left to decorate a bush; a pink shirt acid-washed white draped over a tree branch; torn sweatpants hacked up one leg at a time, burped up and nonchalantly stamped into the ground by Guilmon. Each reminder sent the digimon drooling, her aftertaste in the air and increasing his craving for furless meat.

The afternoon sun crawls past the top of the sky when Guilmon decides to sit and settle for a spell, being kept company by the loud gurgles and groans from his roiling belly. He sits with his legs splayed and gut sagging, the digimon’s hunger growing again. The girl’s  muffled cries didn’t make it 10 minutes into Guilmon’s trek across the park, the strong stomach acids and lack of breathable air making quick work of her. Guilmon feels something more coming up when his belly emits a particularly strained grrrrn. He makes a note to remove these creatures’ coverings next time. Not only was the real flavor on the meat itself, but it meant less for the digimon to cough up! What came next would happen for any meal, however: Guilmon’s mouth yawns wide and points to the ground, sending birds scattering with a lengthy URRRRRAAAAAAAAP. A hunk of tattered underwear tangled with remnants of a pelvis bone clatter to the ground, acid-worn and bleached white. Few other bones remain in the hard-working stomach of the virus type, stewing about the viscous soupy remains of the girl within.

With the belly growing emptier and quieter, Guilmon’s hunger grows. As if on cue, a trilling voice of laughter is carried in on the wind, the digimon’s head perking up. With a strong sniff he confirms that there were more like the girl he devoured just nearby! More than one in fact. Guilmon rocks forward to a standing position and licks his lips, grumbling belly swaying to the motion. The happy digimon may have a long search ahead, but at least he knew how to satisfy his appetite in this strange new world.