Renamon jerked awake sometime later, as she felt the ocean waves lapping at her feet. The sun was low in the sky now, turning it a light pinkish shade. She lightly berated herself for sleeping so long and missing an ideal day of swimming.
As she made to get up though, she found it was harder than she recalled. It felt like someone had placed a hundred pound bag of dough on her torso. She grabbed it in an attempt to push it off, but she gasped when she felt her hands sink into soft fur covered flesh. She tried to look down at herself but found that impossible as something obstructed her neck.
There followed a long ten minutes of grunting and training as she flopped about trying to get up. Eventually she managed by rolling on her stomach and suddenly found herself as high off the ground as if she had been kneeling. More grunting followed and soon she was standing with her legs spread wide apart. By now she had guessed what had happened, but she didn't want to believe it. Her hands felt her all over, gently feeling everything from her triple rolls around her neck, down her sides to her soda can thick love handles, to the many rolls on her back. From her love-seat filling rear end (still clad in the now almost tight shorts) to her bean-bag chair sized stomach and up to her basketball sized breasts hanging on either side.
She was fat. Easily five hundred pounds or so.
A scream echoed along the empty beach.
Renamon tried to calm her racing heart, this was bad, but not horrible. Such things probably happened in the more remote places of the Digital world all the time. She could still be alright. and work this out, she'd just need a level head. She had been in stranger situations before and she could do this.
As she was trying to remain calm though, one of her hands began gently rubbing her soft breast and, unintentionally, she was getting slightly aroused by it as she was unintentionally trying to distract herself.
It was about then she felt an odd stirring between her legs. Not caring if she fell over now, she jammed on hand under her doughy gut and felt for it. He hand soon clasped a foreign but familiar object about a foot long, three inches thick, and flanked on either side by a pair of egg sized orbs.
Another scream rang down the beach.
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