CW: Here is another chapter once again! Though I REALLY don't like it all to well...

Haru: Whoopee. I'm overjoyed. Really.

CW: ANYWHO. Thanks to all my reviewers!

PinkyPig: That is one of my main problems! . Paragraph Clumping. –sigh- Hopefully, I'll get better.

Taylor and Eddie: Sorry! Umm the point of the story is that Daisuke and Takeru put on a little weight...

Haru: -snort-

CW: You see, I'm one of the few authors that caters to the weight gain community, even less so, the male weight gain community, a group of people that actually like their favorite characters on the plumper side. Just read the story as it goes on. Who knows? Maybe you'll actually start to like Dai and Takky with all the new weight! XD Really, though it IS only fan fiction and Dai HAS been cooped up from November to mid May due to a blizzard-about six months...thought I mentioned this. Oh! And it was a spell not a potion that the old woman cast. Seems that a few of you got a little confused, which was my fault for not clarifying that! XD Sorry!

Haru: CW does not own Digimon.

CW: Today, Takeru moves in with Daisuke and Daisuke goes shopping! Briefly! –snickers-I also own none of the junk food he buys in this chapter!

Ch.5 Daisuke passes Takeru and Takeru Moves In Daisuke's POV

'He is SO totally into me.' Daisuke thought as he watched Takeru struggle with being so near to him. 'His face when I pretended to slip on the couch was priceless! Hehe...I already saw what you're trying to hide with that pillow, too...' Daisuke looked down at his gut. 'You may have actually gotten Takeru to fall for me.' I thought, thinking that maybe being fat wouldn't be so bad...if I had Takeru...a fat Takeru. Daisuke hoped that the junk food he had, in combination with his cooking skills, in combination with the old lady's spell could fatten Takeru up really quickly. I mean, sure, Takeru was good looking now...but with the addition of about 100 pounds; love handles, boy breasts, a double chin, and a belly as big as Daisuke's, Takeru would be Daisuke's Dream Guy. 'Hmm.' Daisuke quickly calculated in his head. 'If Takeru is 120 pounds now, he would be 220 pounds with the addition of 100 pounds. 5 pounds heavier than my current weight.' Daisuke then smiled down once more at the new fat he had come to love, 'But I'm sure this bad boy can gain at least five pounds...and with 10 pounds a week for 2 months or eight weeks would out Takeru at 200 pounds, but my cooking should be able to put A LEAST that much on him...' I finish, lightly slapping my belly rolls, causing them to jiggle like jelly.

I then focus my attention back to Takeru. "Well, Takeru; If you're going to live here for the next month you should get your things AND tell your mom." This brings Takeru back from whatever daydream he was having. "What? Oh of course." he then rises off of the couch and turns to leave, a slight blush still present on his features. 'Oh, what the heck, one more.' I think as I rise as well, to play with his emotions one last time. I waddle closely over to him, the fat of my stomach barely grazing his lower back and butt as I put my hands on his shoulders and turn him around to face me, his blush deepening once again, I then say, "Thanks a lot Takeru, this really means a lot to me." His face reddens; because of my words and the fact that my belly is now touching his. "And don't worry, I'll have Dinner cooked by the time you return!" At that time, my stomach seconds the statement with a loud gurgle, causing Takeru to become the color of roses again, as I laugh, causing fat from all over my body to wiggle. "T-thank you, Daisuke..." he stammers as he leaves the apartment. I stood standing proudly, my chubby arms on my large hips. Takeru was mine to fatten for a whole month. I did need some things though, so I quickly retreated into my room to hopefully prove wrong my earlier lie that I had no more fitting shirts.

After a good 10 minutes of searching the bowels of my closet, I found my old white and blue horizontal striped shirt. I hadn't worn it since I was chubby. I had been wearing it the day Jun had made me aware of my chubbier midsection and had thrown it in the back of my closet because horizontal stripes always made someone look fatter than they really are. 'It should fit though...' I think as I hold it up to light and shake the wrinkles out of it. I had always worn baggy clothes that practically hung off of my frame. It was hard to think, as I tried on the shirt, which accentuated my poofy breasts and didn't quite cover my entire belly, pushed up by the last few fat rolls of my stomach, that this shirt as well as the tight shorts Takeru had ogled at for so long earlier, once hung loose around my body. I then checked myself in the mirror and sighed. No person in their right mind would go out like this, with their belly hanging out of their tight shirt and pants buttons about to fly off, but I was determined to get what I needed, so I left the apartment to go to a small department store a block away. The stares I got weren't even that bad. Anyone who saw me, quickly averted their eyes, even the cashier only looked me in the eyes briefly. All in All, I purchased the following: Two 16-ounce steaks and 2 large potatoes for Dinner, some steak sauce, a pail of Extra Chunky Chocolate Ice Cream for dessert, lots of junk food, including chips, cookies, pudding, cake, candy, chocolate, peanuts, cheetos, and Pepsi, more clothes, semi-tight, for myself to toy with Takeru, and for him when he starts packing in the pounds, a long horror movie, I knew Takeru was a fraidy cat, maybe he'd snuggle up to me, and, for fun, thought we might go swimming one day, since the waters were already starting to warm up, 2 Speedos. Two black ones. I drooled for a few minutes just imagining my chubby angel of Hope in one. I just hope Jun didn't mind that I used her "secret stash" behind her shrine of Yamato.

When I returned it was already 4:51. I figured Takeru would arrive at around 6:00 so I quickly put all the clothes and food away, the Speedos under my mattress, and started to cook dinner. I wasn't lying to Takeru; everyone said I was a terrific cook, even Jun. At one point, however, I spilt olive oil on my shorts; I was about to change when another idea came to me. 'I wonder what Takeru will think of me welcoming him in my underwear? After all, we are both boys, nothing for him to be nervous about.' I thought deviously, and remain in my underwear and peel off my shirt as well, 'It got stained as well.' Takeru didn't actually even know I had a shirt that still fit me. I already come up with a ruse, releasing the strain it had put on my grumbling stomach and putting it and all the other clothes in the washing machine. I was getting hungry. Takeru should be here soon. I looked at the clock once again. 6:15. A that moment the phone rang and I waddled over to pick it up. "Hello. Motomiya Residence." I droned, giving the formal hello. Takeru's sweet voice then rang over the line. "Daisuke? Its Takeru. My mom sad I could stay, since I live only a block away. I'm coming over as soon as I hang up." he says, quickly. "Great! Dinner is ready!" I respond, looking over to the done food resting on the counter. "Okay! See you soon!" he returns before hanging up. I then hurriedly set the table with silverware and piled the food on the table, as well as fixing to chocolate sundaes and putting them in the refrigerator. I couldn't wait to be fondling the fat soon to occupy Takeru's waistline. I then heard the doorbell and rush over to look through the peephole. As if I didn't know whom it was. Takeru was standing there with a suitcase almost as big as Jun's. 'Like he'll be able to fit in those clothes after I'M finished with him.' I think happily as I begin to open the door. 'Let's see what he thinks of me showing even more flab than last time....I mean he DID pass my test.'