CW: Here I am again people! With another scintillating chappie! –tumbleweed blows by- Okay..so only two people have reviewed so far, but I'm still persistant! You'll learn the reason for the title of the story this chapter!

Haru: What does scinatlatting mean?

CW: Shut up and say the disclaimer.

Haru: If CW owned Digimon, there would be new episodes and all the boys would be fat.

CW:-giggles- Ain't it the truth! And don't you just love Haru? –pokes belly-Oh! I also don't own oreos!-feeds Haru oreos-

Haru: -devours oreos-You are going to help me lose weight for the beach...right?

CW: uu Keep dreaming...oh! And thanks to PinkyPig for reviewing! –giggles- I like a fat Daisuke, too! Of course, I like a fat Takeru as well, seeing as this story focuses on both of them, but I may do a story just for the little gogglehead in the future!

Ch.3 The Day After The Wish Daisuke's POV

Daisuke had gotten home at around 10:40 the night after he had visited the old woman. Luckily, his parents had believed him when he had said the remains of the blizzards had delayed him. At least his parents had been okay with his increase in weight. They had actually approved. His dad was big, and wanted a big son. His mom actually thought he was CUTER than before. She had always been attracted to big men, which is how she met Daisuke's dad. Jun was just as bad. She was always leaving snacks everywhere for Daisuke to apparently gobble up. It was her that had first noticed Daisuke was gaining weight, right when he was starting to become chubby, he had been brushing his teeth with his shirt off, when she had come from behind and wrapped her arms around his stomach and pushing her hands into his new rolls of flab. She had said, "Daisuke! Where did your god-like body go? I daresay I think you're getting fat! Mom and Dad will be so proud!" Reviewing all of this, Daisuke sighed, 'I probably will never be thin again, now that Dad is finally getting a fat son, and Mom thinks I'm so cute...and I certainly won't disgrace myself by going out for soccer like this!' Daisuke thinks while feeling one of his breasts, sagging since he was sitting on his bed. It was morning. Daisuke wasn't a very good morning person, so he had just been laying in bed, eating Oreos until...Daisuke looks over to the clock. 10:35. He then sighs. 'Might as well get up.' he thinks as he rises and scratches his belly, currently hanging over his underwear. He had outgrown all of his clothes pretty much, so he had just been sleeping in his underwear. He then walks in to his bathroom to begin his morning routine. First he brushes his teeth, then combs his hair, and then...the scale. Daisuke glares at it in hate. It had been the source of his misery during the cold months when he could only look helplessly on as his body changed from active and athletic to chubby, then fat and lazy. 'It does have its perks though.' Daisuke ponders as looks down upon his flabby self. 'I love eating what I want, not having to watch my weight, and being lazier.' He then swallows his fear and steps on. He had been exactly 207 pounds 2 weeks ago. Daisuke then looks in anxiousness over his gut as the needle stops at...215 pounds. He then sighs and gets off the scale. He had gained 8 pounds. 8 pounds of fat to add to his already obese body. Daisuke then chuckles. If anyone had told him he would be this fat a year ago, he would have thought them insane, but yet here he was in his bathroom; face covered in fat, legs once used for soccer now waddling instead of running, and belly jiggling with every step he took. His eyes then take on a malevolent shine. 'At least every pound I gain will be added to Takeru as well.' He thinks while waddling back into his room. His face suddenly turns red at the thought of a fat Takeru. He then mentally slaps himself. He thought he had gotten over his crush on "Mr. Perfect". I had discovered, about a year ago, that it wasn't Kari I wanted...it was that stupid blonde...' A lot of our bickering stopped after I discovered that I wasn't, how you say, straight as an arrow, but I was still hostile toward him, thought it was only a ruse to cover my fantasies of cuddling him. 'Well...' Daisukes reasons, again imagining Takeru going from slim to chubby, and eventually fat and then smiles. 'He definitely looks cuter fat...' but then frowns. 'He's straight though...and even if he wasn't...like he would be attracted to me and my fat rolls...' he thinks glumly as rummages for something that still fits him. Daisuke manages to find some brown shorts that barely fit. '...but then again...I've never noticed him to be attracted to any girls...' It was true. In all the years Daisuke had known him, which was actually only about two, Takeru had dated no girls, not even the hottest, who practically flung themselves at Takeru. 'I could always test him...' Daisuke thinks and grins as a plan forms in his head. 'If he is straight...there should be no reaction...but if he isn't...' Daisuke's thoughts are interrupted as he hears the doorbell, followed soon after by Jun poking her head into my room. "Daisuke, Takeru is here." She says and pokes her head out only to poke it back in a few seconds later. "By the way, Mom and Dad had to go to Tokyo for some sort of emergency business. Something about a major malfunction in their company's computer grid." 'So that's why I wasn't woken up by Mom.' I think as she continues. "They won't be back for two months. They also said I could stay with a friend in an apartment one floor up. Will you be okay?" This was a perfect opportunity. Daisuke could "test" Takeru unsupervised and watch his progress for a two months. "I'll be fine. Maybe I'll ask a friend over for the time." I respond to her earlier question. She then smiles and walks over to me. "That's okay, but if you and whoever make a mess, I'm NOT helping you." She then reaches down and pokes me in the gut. "And don't overeat!" she finishes, turning to leave, but then turns around once again. "By the way, who were you planning to ask?" The answer was simple. "Takeru." I reply. She smiles. "Good. Put in a good word for me for him to relay to Yamato." "Sure thing, Jun." I mumble, chewing on some cookies. She notices this and sighs heavily and comes over and yanks them away, putting them on the nightstand beside my bed. "I said no overeating!" she shouts and once more turns to leave. "Your new eating habits might be contagious." she quietly states as she leaves my room. She then returns to the living room, no doubt picking up a large suitcase mumbles a bye to Takeru and shuts the door.

I them smile to myself. I was alone. With Takeru. Possibly for months. I then go out to greet him, wearing nothing but my all-too-tight shorts and a scowl on my face. I am supposed to be mad. 'Ever Angelic Takeru. Probably feels bad about Yesterday and came to apologize.' I think logically. 'Let's see what he really thinks of my chubbier waistline...hopefully my eating habits WILL be contagious...'