Quickie 7: Princess Renamon

(contains extreme feeding, weight gain, and class change)

Curse the human that was evil enough to invent doughnuts.

Renamon had been awaiting her trainer, Ruki's, return in their room when she happened to glance her profile in the full body mirror. Her digitigrade fox-pawed feet paused in mid-step so she could better scrutinize the many problems developing in it. One three-fingered hand moved up to rest atop her belly. The fact she palmed a small outward curve sooner than she should have made the Digimon give a sad sigh.

It had been two weeks since that fateful visit to that bake store owned by Guilmon's human family. Renamon had just been doing a simple delivery errand for Ruki and accepted one of their circular breakfast cakes out of politeness. No one bothered to warn her what an addictive trap they were. Every day since then she had popped in for a 'friendly visit' to Guilmon unable to get the sugar flavor off her tongue. The generous humans were more than happy to let her scarf three, four, maybe even six doughnuts, among other kinds of bread. It was easy to see why her digital dinosaur companion liked such human foods.

And it was equally easy to see why Guilmon packed on a lot of lower body weight. Renamon frowned as her hands moved around the sides of her waist to cup her backside. There was a lot more give to the gentle push of her palms back there. The lithe foxes form was rounding out in general, making her regret every delicious carbohydrate savored. It was already getting hard to move around with her usual ninja-style stealth when in public.

"Hey, bubble-butt! Looking pretty pear-shaped lately?"

While the sudden voice breaking the silence of Ruki's room would have startled anyone else, Renamon's keen ears had sensed the new arrival long before he spoke. She closed her eyes, trying to sound annoyed when she sighed, but a knowing grin betrayed her usually stoic face.

"Hello, Impmon." Renamon tried sucking in her gut as she turned to address the purple demon sitting on the windowsill. All it did was make her midsection have a strange grove around her navel. "And yes, I think I've greatly underestimated the effect of human foods on a digital metabolism. I was just about to go on a jog to see if exercise is just as potent."

"Pffft! Exercise?" Impmon waved a gloved hand dismissively, jumping from the window into Ruki's room proper. Being only a meter tall gave him a great upwards view of the six-foot vixens pudge. "All that work is overrated. You look great a little thicker."

"Um...thanks?" Renamon's ears flicked, feeling her cheeks burn under the yellow fox fur. That was not a reaction most social media told her was appropriate for weight gain. If Ruki had even noticed, she had not voiced disdain for it...yet. "So what mischief brings you around here?"

"Aw, I'm hurt you think I have to be up to something to pay a visit." Impmon quickly grew nervous under Renamon's intent stare. "I mean, I even brought gifts for that scary girl you hang around with."

"Ruki?" Renamon blinked watching the imp Digimon produce several stripes of hard paper from under his gloves. The decorative art on one side was immediately recognized as the card game that took after her species. "That's from the new expansion, isn't it? Ruki's already out buying it."

"Yeah, but I just saved her a lot of time hunting these babies. I heard a few kids talking about how rare they are."

"...did you steal them?"

"Oh, come on!" Impmon stomped a foot in an adorable rage. "I gave that up ages ago. These were just chucked into a dumpster, so I helped myself."

"Why...were you in a dumpster?"

"You really want to take this off topic a lot. Do you want super rare new power-ups or not?"

BWRRRHM!

A sudden rumble from Renamon's midsection startled both Digimon. Her abdominal muscles accidentally relaxed, letting her belly fat fall back out as a result.

A knowing grin exposed several of Impmon's sharp fangs. "Maybe I should run and get you a pie instead?"

"S-shut up!" Renamon moved past him to pretend something interesting was out the window. "I'd prefer to wait until Ruki gets back before experimenting with new training methods."

"Bah! You pair are as fun as ever." Even with the sight of Renamon's shapely back to him, Impmon found the usual uptight personality a buzzkill. Not so dull, however, was the view of Ruki's computer station. It was almost surprising that Renamon was too embarrassed to at least look back when she heard him scampering over onto the desk chair. Typical 'Digimon Queen' had left her station in sleep mode, so a simple flick of the mouse brought its monitor back to life. To Impmon's delight, the active window was even the card game application, complete with the card reader synced up to Renamon's digivice.

Now the objects grinding together did make Renamon perk up in alarm. Of course, by the time she turned around, Impmon had finished the motion of sliding a random card through the reader.

"Damn it, Impmon! What did-aah!"

GRRRRRRRLLLLLL!!

Renamon staggered two steps before dropping to her knees. Both clawed hands clenched her stomach as her face twisted in pain. The ravenous grumble of her empty insides practically shook the walls.

"Was it supposed to do that?" Impmon bit his lip unsure of what he might have accidentally unleashed on his friend. Turning back to the screen, both her ears and tail dropped reading over the card's effect pop-up. "Devour; modification card. Doubles effects of all food power-ups consumed; drains HP for every other turn food is not consumed."

"So...hungry..." Impmon turned back with a gulp. Renamon was crawling on hands and knees slowly toward him with eyes blazing. Drool trickled off her muzzle as hunger pains drained a bit of intelligence from her usually calculating eyes. "Feed me...now!!"

"YIP!" One of Renamon's three-fingered hand tried to grasp at Impmon. While it was still well out of reach, the magnitude of the situation made him jump. A reflex that caused him to scatter the cards in his hand.

It was only by sheer luck Impmon managed to catch two cards falling to the floor blindly. More so when he found one had an art graphic of some kind of round food object with black spots. With Renamon's teeth closing in on his feet, the frantic demon had no time to consider before sliding it through the reader.

"Ahh!" To Impmon's immense relief, Renamon stopped her advances with the card's effect. A bright glowing sphere of energy suddenly appeared on the floor before the hungry fox, from which materialized an enormous cookie. She did not even question it and picked the treat up with both hands to greedily chomp off chunks of it.

Impmon glanced back at the screen and sighed in relief. "Chocolate Charm; power-up. Restores five HP."

It was a simple card, but Impmon was not about to argue with what worked.

"Urp! More!"

Or maybe he could argue with how long it worked. He slowly turned with hands shaking to find Remon licking her hands and the floor for any remaining cookie crumbs. That thing had been the size of a large pizza, and she had already consumed it!?

When no further sweets materialized out of thin air, Renamon directed a fiery glare up at him.

"More!"

Impmon swiped the card again and was very happy when another cookie appeared. It vanished within seconds down a happy foxes gullet.

"Morrrre!"

Another swipe, another cookie for the fluffy white gut. Maybe it was his imagination, but Impmon could almost see Renamon's midsection fall further outwards every time she swallowed.

"MORE!!!"

Impmon began swiping and did not stop. He had justified reason to worry a blindly starving vixen might consider him a snack if other alternatives were not immediately present.

Renamon was all too happy to have food raining at her feet. The cookies were vanishing into her mouth almost as fast as they materialized. Soon the harsh cramping of her stomach had ceased, but the need to fill it never seemed to fade. Her organs were working on overdrive to digest everything and disperse it across her physical form as empty HP data.

Shame Impmon was not paying attention, or he would have enjoyed the sight of Renamon's stomach bellowing out. Fat began to visibly pile on like the end of some strange assembly line to her cookie eating. The formally embarrassing bulge inflated out into a beachball sphere. The fur around it thinned out as the hide stretched and creaked to keep up, soon pressing into the ground and spilling across floorboards.

Developing love handles jiggled as Renamon absently adjusted her legs to compensate for her belly pressing down between her thighs. Those were not being spared any calories either once her torso had enough.

Paw toes curled to the tase of chocolate washing across Renamon's tongue. She felt nothing of her thighs thickening out, blanketing her knees. Nor did she care how her ass sloshed and doubled in size to match. The fluffy fox tail above it began to look like a comical tiny novelty swishing across twin cheeks soft enough to be couch cushions.

SHRRRPP!!

Both purple sleeves Renamon wore on her arms tightened around her biceps. Muscle became hidden under the rapid swelling similar to pork sausages. The material just could not handle such piling girth, and she ended up flinging them from her arms in pieces unable to stop eating.

SSSHHTTTT!

At least until Impmon tore the card during his final swipe. He gave a startled curse trying to bend the damaged section back together. Unfortunately, frantic subsequent swipes refused to produce more cookies.

"Mooorrrrreee! BWWARP!"

Impmon blinked, looked back, and gave a much louder curse. Renamon had rolled into a sitting position on a back- side that seemed ready to destroy a chair. Her stomach poured down between massive balloon legs, forcing them wide apart as it smoothed onto the floor. On top of that were a pair of breasts the demon had never seen a human come close to possessing. They flowed nicely with her double chin hiding most traces of a neck.

Renamon seemed hardly concerned with that as she licked bloated fingers for every last trace of chocolate on them. Eyes once again focused on Impmon, growing progressively impatient for an offering.

"Oh, please let this be something filling," he prayed and swiped the other card in his hands.

"Arf!?" Renamon's, very, ample body wiggled in a hard shudder. She blinked wide-eyed and glanced around before stopping at Impmon once again. "Um, Impmon? What happened? Why am I on the floor?"

There was a loud grunt and Impmon watched Renamon's left leg left up a few inches as her whole mass shifted right. It promptly fell back down with a muffled thud much to the vixens surprise. The girth of her hips and weight of her stomach made it suddenly hard to get a paw foot under them. Another attempt with Ruki's bed as a brace managed to accomplish it finally. Not that Impmon felt any better the way his friend was groping the soft round mass of her gut and hips.

"Impmon, why am I having trouble seeing the floor!?"

"Well, you see I...oh!"

"OH!"

Both were taken aback when sparkling dust just seemed to start raining down upon Renamon from an unseen source. She twisted and turned a bit bewildered at the refreshing feeling it gave to the various curves of her mass. The more that sank onto her fur, the more it felt like a light weight was being pressed onto it.

"Oh, my!" Renamon gasped breathlessly. The dust soon became dense enough that it began to flow together into shapes around her ample curves. As she held up both hands, the tri-fingers became encased in silk purple gloves a lot more stylized than her usual sleeves.

A tighter feeling around her breasts made her gawk at the open bodice that took form around them. Jewelry and a neck wrap also appeared to add some decorative flair to her bulging white cleavage. All of which somehow managed to be comfortably snug. From the hem around her wide waist erupted a whole blanket of purple material, which caught in the air to gently float down around her paws as a gown.

"Mmph!" Another weight suddenly landed on Renamon's forehead. Quickly glancing towards the mirror revealed this to be a silver tiara encrusted with multiple colored gemstones. Even as she watched, quick pinches in her ears followed the appearance of even more gemstone earrings.

The dust began to fade away soon after, leaving Renamon dumbstruck by the well-dressed behemoth that could not fit their figure in the mirror anymore. After a few seconds, she managed to recover enough sense to turn to Impmon, blindly gesturing at the reflective glass. "What...?"

Impmon gulped and read the screen. "Pretty Princess; modification card. Boost base digimons influence over lower-ranking opponents equal to their bonus HP."

Renamon gave an exasperated groan gently rubbing her face. She should have been mad at such wild card slashing, but oddly could not muster the effort. At least she felt warm under all this extra mass. The silk was especially lovely against her tender stretched fur. Every waddling step felt like a dozen hands petting at once.

"Y-you okay, big gal?" Impmon asked with a very forced laugh.

"Mmhmm!" Renamon nodded and then wondered what the card meant by influence. "Bow to me!"

"Say wha-gah!" Impmon's eyes went wide as his body jerked in a very stiff manner. A second jerk tore him off the chair to the base of Renamon's dress. He remained there on his knees with head bowed low into his hands. It was clear by the violent twitching of his tail that Impmon could not outfight this compulsion either.

"Interesting," Renamon cooed softly, giving her belly thoughtful stroking. That seemed to be a mistake as her insides gave off another soft grumble. Ignoring a fearful whimper from Impmon, she waddled towards the door out of Ruki's room. "Now be a dear and escort your Digimon Princess to Guilmon's bread shop. I could do with some delicious offerings before Ruki returns."