Gammamon fled down the alley, trying not to slip, steps splashing up various puddles of water strewn about the path. The rainfall was a mild irritant but he didn’t care, even losing the money he was given to go fetch himself a fresh batch of chocolates from the nearby convenience store. Not far behind, the puddles that Gammamon made ripple were annihilated as a much larger footpaw stomped through. The one in pursuit had a similar build to Gammamon: Upright stance, claws, tail, gait, and was red with a white belly, compared to Gammamon’s white-and-gray scheme. Guilmon was eagerly giving chase, repeating the same phrase over and over. “Champion! Champiooon! Come back, Champion!”

The chase began shortly after the two digimon met near the convenience store. Gammamon flapped his little wings and was humming to himself when he bumped snouts with the wandering virus type. They introduced themselves, both friendly, happy, and hungry. Gammamon was impressed to find Guilmon fully-realized in the human world, since most usually were stuck in the halfway state, translucent with limited possible interactions. Guilmon was fully there, in the flesh, taking in the new world. Hearing a small grumble from his new friend’s tummy, the excited Gammamon was quick to inform Guilmon about the tastiest thing around: Champion! It was Gammamon’s word for chocolate which he simply could not get enough of, and his delight dripped off every word. Guilmon paid rapt attention to this exciting new source of food, the long tail behind him swaying gently. 

As Gammamon went on about the wonders of Champion, Guilmon’s stare intensified. The smaller white digimon wasn’t aware that he himself smelt of chocolate, what with fresh bits staining his grey belly and blue scarf. He’d gotten lost in describing the wonders of this human concoction, unaware that a hungry glaze had overcome Guilmon, whose belly rumbled once more. Gammamon gasped when Guilmon suddenly lunged forward, jaws clacking inches in front of his face! “Champion!” Guilmon declared, snapping forward again. Gammamon yiped and took flight to flee, but couldn’t quite avoid the second attack, this time a fireball, that nicked a wing and sent Gammamon crashing to earth. Despite Gammamon’s insistence that he wasn’t the chocolate, Guilmon’s mind was made up, and the chase was on. Now Gammamon was fleeing for his life, a hungry large digimon in close pursuit, the pair running from one alley to the next through the fleeting rainfall.

Gammamon tried over and over to take off, but his wings wouldn’t flap in tandem, throwing him off-kilter. His latest attempt made him stumble, and he nearly lost his tail to the Guilmon’s snapping jaws. No more flying attempts, he resolved, relying on his stubby legs to escape. His little heart pounded and he let out a cry when another big bite brushed the back of his head! Gammamon wished the convenience store wasn’t so far away from Hiro’s dormitory. If his human partner were here the two would have no trouble dealing with this unruly digimon, but alone his options were limited. Hiro! Big Brother! Gammamon’s thoughts tried willing the kid here, but it’d be a miracle for him to arrive in time even if that had worked.

Gammamon sweat and struggled as he ran, the threatening Guilmon keeping pace. He wished that he hadn’t filled up on chocolate prior to his trip! The slick concrete forced Gammamon to concentrate despite his panic, and he was barely keeping balance while fleeing. “Leave me alone! I’m not Champion! Hirooo!” he cried, glancing behind and seeing the hungry Guilmon right on his tail. Guilmon was leaned forward, head nearly horizontal and parallel to his tail, with his jaws hanging open and tongue sticking out and fluttering off to the side. That starving look in the larger digimon’s eyes frightened Gammamon, who let out another fearful cry as he tore through the narrow alleyways.

Gammamon stomped through puddles, leaving ripples in his wake, turning a corner and nearly running snout-first into a sky-high brick wall. Trapped! Gammamon heard the splashing behind him, announcing his pursuer’s proximity. With a strangled yelp Gammamon leapt and tried to scrabble up the wall, beating his wings, before careening back down and landing on his back. His vision swam from his head bouncing off the concrete, but the hard-headed digimon shook it off. He saw the upside-down form of Guilmon turn the corner and slow to plodding pace. The bigger red digimon was licking his lips while his belly sang in anticipation. “Champion…” Gammamon flipped onto all fours, tail hiked, sharp teeth bared. Fear was honed into anger at that moment, and Gammamon growled.

“Guilmon! You’re giving off some really bad vibes!”

Gammamon sprung backwards, hinds bunching against the brick wall. With a war cry he launched himself with his head thrust forward, aiming for Guilmon’s chin. “I’m not your Champion!” Guilmon’s eyes glinted at the sudden ferocious maneuver, which drew his dangling tongue in. Quick as a flash he reared his head back and spat a sizzling fireball in response! Gammamon’s eyes, glowering at his target, widened when instead of his headbutt meeting a skull it tangled with fire! He was blown backward, tumbling head over tail, stopping only when his body crumpled against the wall behind him, back to the wall, head on the ground. He groaned, once more upside-down, legs and tail dangling over his scrunched stomach. “You…” he muttered, but couldn’t stop Guilmon’s advance, the predatory digimon leaning down and lapping a saliva-soaked tongue right up Gammamon’s exposed belly. A pitch of fear rose in his heart, hearing Guilmon smacking his lips at the taste of so-called Champion. The lucky Guilmon had confirmed this Champion flavor, having snagged a few chocolate stains that had decorated Gammamon’s belly from his pre-errand chocolate feast. Another taste followed this encouragement, Guilmon lapping up Gammamon’s belly, butt, and tail, the rain doing little to dissuade viscous slobber from clinging to the shaking cornered digimon.

Gammamon was suddenly yanked from the wall, a bite on his tail all the leverage Guilmon needed to pull him away and leave him flat on his gut. Gammamon gasped when the jaws released his poor tail and he gave it a test flick, relieved that it was all in one piece! That feeling was short-lived when a heavy paw stepped on his back, as Guilmon, drooling heavily, sampled him once more, this time over his head. “Get off!” Gammamon exclaimed as he rolled in place and pressed up against the now-struggling footpaw. He managed to throw it off and stand, but a lightning-quick strike came from his left! The hook from Guilmon snatched Gammamon up by the scarf, neck pincered between by two claws, and pressed him harshly up against the wall. The two digimon were eye to eye, with Gammamon grasping desperately at Guilmon’s claw that was nearly choking him, trying and failing to pry himself free. His legs kicked hitting nothing, and his tail dangled uselessly. “I’m not… Champion!” Gammamon scratched at Guilmon’s wrists but his sharp little claws rebounded off tough scales.

“You taste like Champion,” Guilmon countered, belly grumbling noisily. “You are my Champion. And you’ll– Agh!” Guilmon flinched when Gammamon bit down sharply, barely keeping his pin against the wall. He shivered from the bite but only tightened his grip on his prey, staring Gammamon down. He growled, expecting frightened eyes to be looking back at him, but there was no longer any fear. His life in peril, Gammamon had once fell into the more primitive recesses of his mind, golden eyes melting into a deep black. Pent-up rage and frothing madness built up within Gammamon, and he was set to manifest it into a deadly form. Guilmon could sense that power emanating off the small tasty Gammamon, so he acted quickly. Even the unstable Gammamon was shocked at a sudden bright fireball fired point-blank, encompassing all his senses in a blaze of startling light and stinging heat.

The powerful blast against his head made his rage vanish in the blink of an eye.

Gammamon coughed weakly as the fireball dissipated, puffs of smoke escaping. He looked dizzily down at the clutching claw, just in time to see the last ashes of his blue scarf get dragged away by the rain and wind. His body was limp, in shock from the powerful strike, and Gammamon was fortunate such a ferocious blow didn’t end him right then and there. It would have disappointed the rather hungry Guilmon to have his Champion catch dissolve away, however, leaving both grateful Gammamon wasn’t burnt to a crisp.

Gammamon mumbled dizzily, half-forming shaky words of protest, as the still-smoking jaws of Guilmon spread wide, inches from his face. The foul stench of what awaited him buffeted his senses, and thick slobbery oozing drool poured out, some drizzling over his head and down Guilmon’s claw. “No, eugh… Don’t!” Gammamon’s cries were strained, forceful, knowing he had to give it his all lest he become Guilmon grub. His once-more-golden eyes were stretched to their limit when his little head was thrust into that gaping Guilmon gob, teeth clenching hard down around his chest and back. His wings were still protracted, now pinned and flickering madly. Guilmon pulled his head up away from the wall, lowering his arm, and shook his prey back and forth in his clenched jaws. “D-don’t eat me!” Gammamon pleaded, nearly wrought unconscious from his body being flung back and forth, head bouncing against Guilmon’s inner cheeks. The big hungry digimon made guttural noises of satisfaction and pleasure, and it was clear to Gammamon that he wasn’t going to be let go.

He was going to be eaten alive!

Guilmon tossed his head up and back, jaws loosing just enough for the little chubby Gammamon to swim deeper into his maw. Gammamon cried out with a cheek now pressed to the back of the throat, sharp teeth digging in to his stomach, squeezing him harshly and making breathing even more difficult. Guilmon mumbled appreciatively around his champion, whose legs and tail remained protruded, drops of rain pattering against Gammamon’s visible butt. “Hiro! Hiroooo!” Begs from the depths of the sweltering Guilmon mouth sang out, fear laced on every outcry. Gammamon groaned and kicked while Guilmon’s searching tongue cupped up against his body, more of that Champion of his being savored. Gammamon was in prime position to hear a more urgent growl from the stomach below, even with the passage to the throat currently blocked up, and he flexed his pinned arms with renewed desperation. Guilmon’s head then pulled all the way upward, perpendicular to the ground, Gammamon dizzied by the motion. The struggling Gammamon rear vanished when the jaws opened again. Gammamon sank in further, body bending and contorting, and was gobbled up to the tail. The little black tailtip quivered back and forth, scaly red lips sealing around that little black remainder of the small digimon.

Guilmon’s cheeks were bulging significantly, wriggling about with the struggles of his delicious digimon dinner. Gammamon wasn’t able to move much with limbs and body all mushed together in the squishy confines. Guilmon slurped in the last of that tail, and Gammamon felt the pressure build up behind him. His tail was bound against his rump, which was pressed against unyielding closed jaws, as an active tongue tasted smacked and slopped against his underside. He then felt something move against his cheek, muscles contracting, the throat widening up, Guilmon ready to pack away his delightful Champion! “Nnff, mrrrfffphh!” Gammamon felt rancid air flow up from the black gullet beyond, making his eyes water, and his terror rose to new heights when he was forced into the tightness.

GLK! Gammamon’s head crowded the throat and Guilmon’s plainly-visible neck bulged significantly.

ULRK! Most of Gammamon was squelched messily into the gullet, his sobbing pleas barely audible. A smile formed on Guilmon’s lips and drool trickled down his cheek, neck bulging more than ever with the shape of his champion. His tongue lashed up against the still-available rear end of his prey, and then– 

GLOOURK! Guilmon swallowed Gammamon completely, eating his tasty Champion whole and alive. Gammamon squealed to no-one, greedily devoured alongside excess drool, his journey down the esophagus a short-lived but terrifying one. He tumbled out of the tight throat and Guilmon’s stomach became swollen, a noisy slosh announcing Gammamon’s arrival. The well-fed Guilmon had to steady himself as the sudden heavy weight in his midsection swayed to and fro, settling with a soft churning sensation a moment later. A terrified muffled plea for help roared out from the now-bloated belly, which rose to the challenge and overpowered it with a scrunching GLOOOUURRRGH of its own. The sudden compression forced a loud, lip-quivering belch from Guilmon’s lips, who relished in his meal with a lick of his lips. “Mm… Scrumptious Champion!” He felt, more than heard, the muted response of terror from in his now-active stomach, and he pat-pat-patted it delicately.

With the idea of this new great food implanted in his mind and his present meal settling, Guilmon wandered his way out of the alley, drifting about in the rain while Gammamon was starting to properly digest. The sagging white belly swished along to Guilmon’s gait as he strolled casually out of the urban environment into a nearby park, the grass feeling decidedly more comfortable on tired footpaws. Guilmon did hanker somewhat for dessert, despite how full the digimon clearly was, but he ended up not minding the lack of disturbances in the deserted area. The rain had kept everyone in for the night, leaving Guilmon to let his mind wander, and belly work on his meal. Occasionally, the belly bulges would push out in spots, a claw-shape here, a head-shape there, Gammamon barely able to move but still fighting for his life nevertheless.

But Guilmon had no issues working down his meal, and when he finally stopped to rest, leaning against a tree with claws folded over his gut, there was little fight remaining in the devoured, defeated digimon. The full stomach stretched down between Guilmon’s legs, and laid across the base of his tail, which twitched about in the grass as he fell asleep. Gammamon, caught in the blind gurgling darkness with no-one to rescue him, whined and squealed until his voice no longer worked. The stomach enzymes worked away at the Champion dinner all throughout the night, walls compressing from all sides to aid, with Guilmon none the wiser. Gammamon shuddered before falling still, the little digimon going limp in Guilmon’s distended belly and succumbing to an acid-laden stomach actively churning him into digimon fat.

Guilmon awoke some hours later, in the middle of the night. His stomach once again growled hungrily, the fast-acting tummy leaving pockets of pudge around his midsection and hips, and not much else. He yawned and stretched, feeling a lump in his middle while standing and shaking himself awake. The pudgy paunch quivered back and forth with the shaking, but it wouldn’t hang around forever. Guilmon was fairly active, and would burn all that excess pudge away.

The night was young, and Guilmon was hungry again, thirsting for more of this Champion the former Gammamon had advised him about. Once again pining for food, Guilmon trotted out of the park, using his senses to pick up any possible Champions he could sink his teeth into. The rain had long-since stopped, though it was late, leaving little chance for Guilmon to succeed in another hunt. After some time walking, Guilmon paused, feeling that lump in his midsection work itself up. He leaned forward and belched out a very Gammamon-shaped skull, horns and all, and watched it tumble into the street and stopping atop a trickling storm drain. Licking his lips in reminiscence of his first-ever Champion, Guilmon continued his hunt, forgetting about his first meal in all but the taste and joy it gave him.