You aren't really one to startle easily. You pride yourself on your ability to adapt to any situation. So when you wake up in an absurdly opulent bedroom that makes your original look like a box in an alleyway, you don't panic at all.
“Huh,” you said. “I remember going to sleep in my regular bed...”
You stroke your chin thoughtfully. “I wonder what happened.”
“Hrmrm...” said a sleepy voice. You look to the side... and gape. It's only because of your tremendous self-control that you don't scream in startled fright at the sight.
Well, fright's the wrong word, as you're fond of the character in bed with you at the moment. You just never expected to see her like this.
It's Renamon, the famous fox Digimon. Yellow fur, white middle, long, poofy fur collar, fluffy tail, purple leg marks, its all there. Except in this instance, she's become incredibly fat. Five-hundred pounds, if you had to guess. Her belly was a vast, almost rounded mass of softness, a thick apron hanging down over her waist. Her ass was big enough to fill a couch, and her chest now sported a pair of fat, heavy breasts below her fur collar. Her arms and legs were thick with fat, her pudgy footpaws surrounded by thick ankles and her fingers thick and clumsy looking. Finally, her face was chubby cheeked, giving her a very cute look.
You smiled a little. This look actually wasn't unattractive for her. Glancing around the apartment, you spot various pictures on the wall, each labeled with an event name. 'First Date' showed Renamon as you knew her from the show, only clad in an outfit similar to Rika's. 'Discovery of Mutal Desires' showed Renamon rubbing her belly as you fed her a huge, greasy-looking hamburger. 'Commitment' showed Renamon, fatter than she was in the last picture, as the two of you are entering a Tunnel of Love. 'Luck Be A Lady' showed the two of you posing with a Publisher's Clearing House crew, holding a large check. 'Marriage' was just that. Renamon, much fatter than she was in the last picture, clad in a beautiful wedding gown, cuddling up to you happily.
You glance down at your finger, and see a silver ring on it. “Huh...” you said quietly. “Marriage...” Not entirely an unattractive concept, all things considered. You looked up at the last picture, and saw Renamon, as fat as she was now, holding a pregnancy test and looking happy.
The test was positive.
Your jaw drops, and you find yourself at a loss for words.
“Hmmm... Honey?” Renamon said sleepily, starting to awaken.
(Edited on 12/26/2016 by FFtheSnake)
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