"Sure! I'll try your food. But, I only want it to go to my stomach, nowhere else." Kare states as she waddles (3 or 4 watermelons in your stomach can do that to you) into Digitamomon's restaurant.
"Don't worry, I have been testing this for a while. It will strech out your stomach to hold more, lubricate your skin for more expandibility, and any weight you gain stays in your stomach. Digitammomon walks in behind her and directs her to a particularly wide booth with no table. (And if you are nitpicky, he shifts his head in the general direction)
"Thats an odd-looking boot, what is it for?" Gatomon questions as she walks behind Kari and sits down.
"I designed it specifically for the ones who would like to try my new dish. I had to remove the table and widen it for safty percautions."
"You mean that with your food, my stomach could have trapped me in a normal booth?" Kari's eyes widen in anticipation.
"Yes. and by the looks of your stomach already, you may get stuck in that one." Digitamomon yells from the kitchen, he then laughs as a cross between sinnister and joyous.
A few mminuts later, he comes out of the kitchen with a salad bowl full of a creamy soup and a stand sticking out of the hole in his shell. He spits out the stand and it unoflds and lands right at Kari's side. He slips the bowl off his head and on to the stand.
"I still don't get how you cook these things without hands, but it looks great!" Kari smells the soup and her mouth waters.
"I just you my Nightmare Syndromer attack to do all the handeling. (a ghost shape appears from the hole with arms and a face) I'd use it here, but it could scare away coustomers." (I hate plot holes)
"Ooh, do you have a spoon?"
"No need, lick the soup and you won't want to stop till its gone."
"Umm, ok" Kari takes one slurp from the soup, then her head nearly dives into it. She sucks it down so fast it looks like she broke the bottem. Within five minuts, the soup is gone and now Kari's stomach is streching four and a half feet long, only two feet from reaching the other side of the table. It has also gotten wider and has pushed down her shorts and pushed up her shirt to only covering her breasts now.
"That was great! Do you have any more?" Kari looks at Digitamomon with sad puppy eyes and a face still wet from the soup.
"Sure, but if you want more now you could lick your face. I'll just have to re-fil the bowl now."
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