Wizardmon was a good digimon. Though he would find ways to secretly defy Myotismon's commands, this is what made him a good digimon. And that is what happened that day. Though this time, his punishment would be worse than any other he had received. Or at least, in his mind it was.
His friend Gatomon, also servant to Myotismon, was walking behind him, taking him to see Myotismon. Although she hated Myotismon greatly, she also feared him for he was much stronger than her. But that was not why she was obeying him this time. To keep Gatomon in allegiance with him, he would brainwash to keep her friendship with Wizardmon at bay. But did that make what she was doing easy for her? No. She still hated to see others get tortured. Better them than her though.
As they made they're way down the long, dark, dank corridor with torches lined about the concrete wall, Wizardmon went over in his head what he would say to Myotismon. He was use to this by now. He had taken countless beatings for Gatomon, though she disapproved of him doing so, and knew no matter what you said you were going to get the worst. Yet he still thought it mattered what you said when being given permission to speak. He also wandered what was in store for him. The whip? Bats? Maybe Phantomon slashing at his back with his scythe? There were many things Myotismon did. Wizardmon had never had this happen to him before, but one digimon had said that Myotismon strapped him to a table and stretched his limbs. How painful that must of been. He knew no matter what it was, it wasn't going to be good.
He was so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking and stumbled on a loose stone. This caused him to slow down. Gatomon pushed him in the back hard and he fell to his knees.
"Get up!" she yelled in his ear as she took him by the arm and yanked him up. For a small cat that only was about three feet tall, she was strong. "Get moving!" She pushed him again, a little less roughly this time, and he began walking again.
"I'm sorry, Gatomon," he said. She did not respond, but stared at the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, at least for Wizardmon it did, they stepped out of the shadowed hallway and into a well lit circular chamber. Like the corridor, torches lined the stone walls of the chamber. The room was completely bare expect for table in the center of the room. Wizardmon noticed the straps on the table. Was this the stretching thing that one digimon told him about? He didn't think so, but you never know. Maybe Myotismon would strap him to the table and beat him. It'd be better than having his limbs stretched. He looked straight ahead to the back of the room where it was very dark. Out of the shadows stepped Myotismon. Flying beside him was Demidevimon, a mischievous grin on his face. Wizardmon began to sweat with nervousness. Gatomon led Wizardmon across the room and around the metal table to Myotismon.
Myotismon chuckled. As Gatomon went to stand beside Myotismon, Wizardmon knelt down on one knee and bowed. "Master," he said in a formal tone.
"Wizardmon, do you understand why you are being punished?" he asked in a mocking tone. Wizardmon nodded.
"Yes, my master. I understand."
"What punishment do you think you deserve then? Stealing food rations from the cook's kitchen. My Wizardmon, am I starving you?" This was the truth. Wizardmon had been stealing food, but not for himself. Myotismon had not been giving Gatomon any food lately as a punishment. So, at night Wizardmon would sneak into the kitchen using his invisibility spell and take some food for Gatomon. But he must of been caught somehow. He was not about to tell Myotismon however that the food was for Gatomon, not for him. He didn't want her to get in trouble. However, the question of his punishment threw him completely off guard. Was he really letting him choose? How was he suppose to answer? He quickly glanced up at Gatomon and saw that she had went wide eyed. Was it just him, or were her eyes pleading? Pleading him to do what? He realized he had to answer in someway fast. Maybe this was a test.
"I shall be punished in whatever way you think suitable, master," he replied with as much respect as he could muster up. He glanced up again and saw Gatomon's ears droop and her eyes went to the ground in a look of sadness. What had he done?
Myotismon gave an evil little chuckle that actually sent a shiver down Wizardmon's spine. "Every well then, Wizardmon." He snapped his fingers and Gatomon approached Wizardmon who instantly stood up. She looked up into his eyes and saw no expression in them whatsoever. He's so brave. But he wouldn't be for long. She gently took his arm and led him around the table again and to a spot in the middle of the chamber a few feet away from the table. He stood completely still as Gatomon went to behind his back. She took his arms and tied his wrists together behind his back. Wait, where did she get the rope? She then took out more rope and bent down to tie up his ankles. She really didn't have to bend down much due to her small height. After she tied his ankles together, she stepped back about two feet away from him.
Wizardmon's muscles tensed up. Why was he tied up? Was he going to be beaten? But then why would he tie his hands and feet? Wouldn't he just chain him to a dungeon wall as usual? And what was the table for? So many questions. Soon he would get the answers. Suddenly, to his surprise, Gatomon rushed up at him and pushed him hard in the back. "Oof!" he said as he came crashing down onto the hard concrete floor with a thud. He lifted up his head and saw that Gatomon was standing a foot away from his side. He noticed that she looked nervous and it made him nervous. More than what he already was.
Demidevimon came into view, holding a pair of scissors. Scissors? What was he going to do with those? He disappeared from view when he flew behind him. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. What was he going to do? He felt his cape being lifted off of him roughly. Demidevimon yanked on it and the clasp near his neck came undone. He threw his cape to the side. Then Wizardmon heard the sound of snipping from the scissors behind him. He looked back at Gatomon again and saw that she had turned around, her paws covering her eyes. Now why was she doing that? The snipping had stopped. He suddenly felt a draft in a place he shouldn't have. Demidevimon flew back into view holding, not only the scissors, but a large scrap of his clothing. He suddenly knew what Demidevimon had done. His face blushed a deep crimson red with embarrassment.
"Wh...what are you doing?!" he nearly shouted, his voice starting to become shrill with tense nervousness. Myotismon laughed. He nodded his head at Demidevimon who flew out of view once again. Wizardmon couldn't even begin to think what Myotismon was planning on doing to him. What could he do that involved revealing his butt?! He heard a high pitched chuckling behind him and knew that Demidevimon was back. He decided to ask again.
"What are you planning on doing to maaaahhhhh!" He felt something thick being inserted up his anus. His face turned an even deeper red. What in the Digital World was going on?! He looked to Gatomon for an answer, but she was still looking away. Good thing she was to. He'd definitely be embarrassed if she saw this! But what had that fur ball with wings shoved up his butthole?! Was he being sexually abused? He sure hoped not. He shuddered at the thought of it. Though he didn't think it possible. Myotismon was on the other side of the room and Demidevimon was right in front of him. There was no one else in the room besides Gatomon.
Suddenly he was lifted into the air by Myotismon's dark magic. Demidevimon flew up and landed on Wizardmon's back. He felt the restraints on his hands loosen until they were free. He still couldn't really move them though because of Myotismon's hold. Demidevimon then flew down to his legs and perched himself near his ankles. He untied his feet as well. Once the restrained were off, Myotismon directed him down onto the cold metal table to where he was lying on his back. Gatomon came bounding up and hopped onto his stomach. She quickly took a leather strap in her paw and strapped Wizardmon's right arm down with it at his side. She pulled on it hard and he winced, the leather pinching his arm very uncomfortably. She then moved to strap down his left arm.
Wizardmon turned his head to look at her. "Gatomon, what is going on? What are they going to do to me? Do you know?" Gatomon paused in her work and momentarily looked into his eyes. They were pleading her! Oh, the guilt she felt inside!
"It'll be alright," was all she said. She meant to make it sound reassuring, but it came out sounding grim. Nervous sweat began to prickle his skin again. She finished with his arms and moved down to his legs. She took hold of his left leg and moved it over to the side a little to the strap and tied it down. Then she strapped down his right leg. Once she was done, she jumped down from the table and walked to Myotismon's side.
"Good work Gatomon, "said Myotismon. Gatomon stayed silent. "Demidevimon, get the hose." The hose? As Demidevimon flew past him, he tilted his head to look...and wished he hadn't. Now he knew what Demidevimon had stuck up his butt. A long plastic tube was protruding from between his legs. But what was it for? He watched Demidevimon fly over to the wall in front of him and push in a brick. The wall slid around revealing that it was a panel. The panel revealed...a hose stuck into a faucet. Suddenly, to his horror, Wizardmon knew what Myotismon had in store for him. He stared at the hose, than at his stomach, then at Myotismon.
"Lord Myotismon, please don't do this!" he pleaded to Myotismon, fear evident in his voice. "You can beat me around as much as you like, just please not this!" But Myotismon just chuckled darkly.
"You left your punishment up to me! I gave you the chance to choose it for yourself, but you told me to. This is what I choose." He waved a hand at Demidevimon. He picked up the house with his talons and flew over to Wizardmon. Then he connected the hose to the tube and flew back to the faucet, snickering. "What an ideal punishment for stealing my food. But I think you'll be quiet full after this." He laughed his low laugh again. Wizardmon was in a complete state of panic! He struggled with the straps, trying to set himself free, but it was futile! Finally, he gave up and looked at Gatomon.
"You knew about this," he told her. She slowly lifted up her head and met his eyes. They weren't angry or full of hatred, but they were sad and disappointed. She felt an emince feeling of guilt and hung her head in shame.
"Enough chit-chat!" snapped Myotismon. "Turn on the hose!" Wizardmon's eyes went wide as Demidevimon turned on the faucet. He could see the house shake a little from the flow of water coming up. Soon it would be entering into him. He tried one last time to break free but couldn't. He stared at the plastic tube as the water rushed through it. Then it disappeared into him. He gasped as the cold water rushed into his stomach. He was surprised by the strange sensation. It almost felt...good. But then he felt something else. He was already feeling full! The water was flowing into his stomach at a sort of fast pace and was already filling all the room in his stomach. He groaned at feeling full. But he realized he was getting fuller. He looked up at his stomach and saw that it was slightly bloated now. He gasped in horror when he saw his stomach grow a little. His stomach was growing! The water just kept rushing into him. He reckoned he probably already had close to a half-gallon in him. He watched with wide eyes as his stomach got bigger and the full feeling got worse. His baggy suite was slowly becoming not so baggy as his growing belly filled in the room. He moaned again as he felt his suite tightening around his middle. He was starting to look as if he had shoved a small beach ball into his suite. But the flow of water of kept rushing in, making his stomach swell to accommodate it.
He could hear Myotismon and Demidevimon laughing at his torture. This was worse than the beatings! He would have rathered had his limbs stretched to their limits than this! He felt as if he had just eaten a whole buffet. Gatomon looked on in horror as his belly filled with the water, growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly she blurred out, "Wizardmon, I'm so sorry!" She fell to the floor crying.
"Shut up you mangy feline!" Myotismon shouted at her. He pulled out his Crimson Lightning whip and smacked her with it, sending her flying across the room.
"Gatomon!" shouted Wizardmon as he saw his friend lying on the floor in pain. His attention was brought back to his situation however when he felt an unpleasant tightness around his stomach. It kept getting tighter and tighter until...
Rip! His suite tore open around his middle, his swollen belly bulging out. He could hear the laughter of Myotismon and Demidevimon again.
"Feeling full yet, Wizardmon?" he asked in a teasing way.
"Y..yes. V..very," he replied. He felt so full! "I don't think I can take anymore." To his surprise, Myotismon walked up to him, Demidevimon hovering over his left shoulder, and poked his stomach. It jiggled at his touch and Wizardmon groaned. He poked it again, letting his finger sink into the growing flesh.
"Oh, I don't think you're full enough yet," Myotismon said. "What do you think, Demidevimon?" Demidevimon chuckled.
"I think he could be a lot bigger!" Wizardmon stared at Myotismon in horror.
"Very well then. Turn up the water pressure, Gatomon." Gatomon had gotten up and was next to the faucet. She stood there, not knowing what to do. How could she do this to her friend? But if she didn't...
"Do as I say, now!" Wizardmon lifted up his head so he could see Gatomon, but he couldn't see anything past his huge stomach anymore, not even his feet.
But he did hear Gatomon say, in nearly a whisper, "I'm sorry Wizardmon." She went over to the faucet and turned it up, releasing the water faster. Wizardmon felt the sudden increase in pressure and gasped as he become fuller fast. His belly surged outward with the pressure. A sudden pain came over him as the water started to fill out bellow his ribcage as his stomach ran out of room. It was becoming harder to breathe as his diaphragm was being pushed down. He could feel the water coming up his throat. Suddenly, the table he was on swung forward to where he was in a standing position but still strapped onto the table. The water came crashing back down into his belly, making it swell out even further. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. The water was filling him up so fast. He didn't think he had much more room left.
"Please, stop this!" he pleaded with Myotismon again in vain hope that he would. Vain hope.
"Come now Wizardmon. You're not done yet! You still have a little room left." Wizardmon looked down at his stomach. It had grown to about 10 feet it's normal width. The pressure was becoming worse and worse as he kept feeling fuller. Just how much more could he take? Was Myotismon planning on making him explode? He shuddered at the thought, but it was a very good possibly. Maybe it was true. He was surprised that his belly continued to grow. He didn't think he could get any bigger, yet his belly kept stretching. Gatomon kept near the faucet, watching his stomach grow with nervous and anxious eyes. When was Myotismon planning to stop this? Not even she could believe how much water Wizardmon could hold. But how long could he keep it up?
Wizardmon's stomach grew and grew. It grew about another foot. His stomach was starting to become tight. Too tight. He winced with the effort of trying to keep the building pressure in, feeling like his stomach was about to explode. Veins starting popping out on his stomach. Stretch marks were also appearing. Demidevimon suddenly burst out laughing.
"You know, you look like an over inflated water balloon!" he laughed. He sure felt like one. One that was near its limits. A pink hue started to appear on his stomach as well. A creaking sound like a overly well inflated balloon filled the room. Everyone, including Wizardmon, knew where the sound was coming from. Ot was coming from him. Sweat began pouring off of him and it glistened on his belly.
"Myotismon, please!" He nearly screamed it. "Make it stop! I'm too full!" But Myotismon didn't answer. He just stared at the wizard digimon's belly, watching it grow, more slowly now. It was almost at it's limits. "I'm too full!" he repeated. "I think I'm going to burst!" Again, no acknowledgement. Only a low, dark chuckle. The stretch marks on his stomach grew wider. His stomach turned from pink to red. The creaking noises grew louder. Then suddenly, the swelling stopped. But the water still came pouring in. He felt the pressure build and build. His stomach became tighter and tighter. Yet his stomach wouldn't grow anymore. This was it. Myotismon wanted him to explode. "Ooohh, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" Gatomon screwed her eyes shut, knowing what was coming next.
Her eyes were only closed for a second when she heard Myotismon shout, "Turn off the hose!" You didn't have to tell her twice. She leapt at the faucet and turned it fast in the off position. The water slowed to a halt. Wizardmon felt the pressure stop building and he could no longer feel the water rushing in his stomach. He sighed with relief. His stomach was approximately 15 feet in width. He had no idea his stomach was so expandable. Myotismon walked up to him and tapped his stomach. "Arhg!" gasped Wizardmon at Myotismon's touch. His stomach was as hard as a rock, the skin dangerously taunt. Even the slightest touch made it feel like it would rupture.
"I'm impressed," said Myotismon. "You held out quite well Wizardmon." Myotismon snapped his fingers and Demidevimon yanked the hose and tube out of his anus. Wizardmon gasped. At the same time, the restraints came loose and he fell to the floor. The water came rushing out of his anus, spilling over the floor. He was actually relieved by this. He was afraid the water wouldn't come out. He stole a glance at Gatomon to make sure she wasn't looking. To his relief, she had her back turned. Good cat. It took about ten whole minutes for all the water to come out. Well nearly all the water. His stomach was still a bit swollen. Too swollen for his suite to cover it. He hoped it wouldn't remain like that.
Myotismon now stood over him, looking down upon the wizard. "I hope you learned your lesson you pathetic little fool," he growled. "Next time, you will burst!" He turned to Gatomon. "Gatomon, take Wizardmon back to his room." With a swish of his cape, he turned around and briskly walked back into the dark area of the room, Demidevimon flying closely behind.
Gatomon slowly approached Wizardmon and took him by the arm. She gently helped him back onto his feet. He was a little unsteady due to the remaining water in his belly. Gatomon looked at the bulge as she led him out of the chamber and back into the dimly lit hallway. She felt so guilty. It was choking her! After a few moments of silent walking, Gatomon couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry, " she said, her voice cracked.
"What?" asked Wizardmon. She was talking so quietly.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, a bit louder. She didn't look at him, afraid to meet his gaze. But then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She snapped her head up and looked at his face. Even through his cowl, she could tell he had a forced smile on his face. It was a real smile of compassion. It was only forced due to the fact that he was still in a bit of pain. And he still felt full.
"It's alright Gatomon," he said. "I'm not going to stop being your friend just because of this. You had no choice. I forgive you." Gatomon was shocked. He had forgiven her so easily! But this was Wizardmon. He was such a good friend. Gatomon gave a small smile.
"Thanks," she whispered. She walked him back to his room. It had already become night outside. Wizardmon opened his door and was about to walk inside when Gatomon suddenly said, "I won't let this happen again!" He turned around to look down at her. "I promise," she said, a serious look on his face.
"Thank you Gatomon. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." He slipped inside and shut the door as Gatomon walked down the hall to her room. He listened to the sound of her footsteps until they faded away. Never again. He slowly padded over to his bed and lied down. He'd fix his clothes to tomorrow. But for now he was exaughsted and wanted to sleep. He hoped that by morning his swollen belly would be gone. Or else he'd have to make his suite a few sizes bigger. He threw the covers up over his frame and shifted into a comfortable position. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
