Title:           Guilmon Takato TFWGSLOB
Author:          shadowofdreams
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First Edit:      Sunday 6th of December 2015 10:25:46 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 6th of December 2015 10:25:46 PM CDT

Guilmon tore through the house, practically jumping down the stairs as fast as his tree-trunk legs would let him. He ran for the kitchen, sliding past it and scrambling back towards the refrigerator. He wrapped his right claw around it and threw it open, door knocking against the nearby counter as he stuck his head into the fridge and began chomping down on anything close enough to his mouth, wrappers and all. It would all become code anyway, why care about eating plastic?
 
Takato ran down the stairs as fast as he could, screaming at the top of his lungs, thankful that his parents were at least out for the moment. “GUILMON! WHAT THE HECK?” All he had done was tested some weird card he had found lying around with the name “Slob”, and suddenly Guilmon was running around like he was possessed! He quickly jumped onto Guilmon’s back and began to try and tug him away from the fridge, Guilmon letting loose a loud belch in defiance and retaliation.
 
Takato slid off Guilmon’s side and screamed loudly in anger, increasingly worried for the safety of his friend. Guilmon, meanwhile, was gorging on massive loaves of uncooked dough, each mass of yeast and flour flowing down his throat with a visible lump. As each one hit his belly, his body fwoomped outwards, belly already wider than his shoulders and only increasing in girth. He groaned loudly, his gut gurgling at him, brewing up something weird. Takato got behind him and grabbed his tail, taking hold of it and attempting to pull him away from the back, only for Guilmon to let loose a massive, slightly firey fart, filling the room and making Takato let go of his tail to clutch his nose.
 
“Ewwww! I didn’t even know Digimon COULD fart!” He said, holding on to his nose and doubling back. He fell backwards into the pantry door, suddenly hit with a wave of pain in his head. God, he was hungry all of the sudden… He dully looked up and noticed the pantry. He REALLY needed some more energy to get Guilmon, might as well grab some food. He opened the pantry door and entered, grabbing for a box of cereal and quickly opening and emptying it into his mouth. He ate as much as he could, grabbing as many that fell onto the nearby shelves as possible, not noticing as his belly pooched out and was turning whiter and scalier…
 
Guilmon and Takato kept eating, loudly munching in their own corners, too engrossed in their own gorging to notice the other. Takato found eating the uncooked ramen surprisingly easier the more he ate as his teeth sharpened, though it was getting harder to grab and open boxes with his clawed hands, and Guilmon was quickly growing wheezier, having moved onto the freezer. He had to stop every few minutes to belch or moan out in pain from an ice-cream headache, but none of it ever stopped him for more than a few minutes. As they both grew fatter, the stench in the room worsened, a mixture of food, sweat, musk, and gas making the atmosphere toxic to anyone not affected by the effects of the card.
 
With a belch in unison, both Guilmons finished off their respective sides of the kitchen, finally moving their hunger from a loud angry need to a low, dull desire. They would never be not hungry now, but they could at least think rationally for the moment. Both walked into the middle of the kitchen, lazy eyes meeting in imminent food-coma tinged lethargy, only for them both to recoil in shock. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” They said in unison again, as though this were a cheap sitcom.
 
Takato had become an anthro Guilmon, large reptilian face jutting out, brown hair on his head and massive chins and cheeks softening the harsh bone structure native to the species. His hands had grown massive claws, red markings around his body making for a crimson sea with all of his fatty real-estate. His gut hung down past his knees, massive hips and fat ass pushing out, sweat streaking down it. Chubby legs and thighs mashed into each other, and as he paused to belch, his cheeks and belly wobbled.
 
Guilmon had become anthro as well, albeit even fatter than Takato. His belly hung down to his shins, ass pressing behind him into the refrigerator. He idly rubbed his gut, a gurgling sound rumbling through it and jiggling it. He smirked and lifted his leg, squinting and letting loose a huge ripper, ass shaking with each second of his disgusting display.
 
“Ah~ Feels good~ Biggest around~” He said happily, mind warping to see his slobbiness as an attractive trait. Takato huffed in response, turning around and bending over, butt aimed firmly at Guilmon as he let loose an even bigger blast of flatulence, ass cheeks quaking and spraying sweat to his sides as Guilmon inhaled the stink with an erotic moan, smiling sultrily.
 
“Oooo, Takatomon, you and me are going to have some fun tonight~”