CW: Another chappie! i thibk this is my longest one yet! In this chapter Takeru and Dai EAT!! They also watch a scary movie and...something! I'm not saying what, though...-giggle-I can't wait until chapter 8!

Haru: -is eating a steak-

CW: Haru is also used to being fat, now. Noone cares about him, though. ;;

Thanks to all my reviewers! To address some:

Aristide-Who wouldn't want Daisuke to cook for them?!

Taylor-NO...I'm not going to make Daisuke huge...just plump, with a lovely layer of flab all over and a belly. I KNOW I won't make his go past 235. He's like a teddy bear, stuff him too much and he just becomes a round ball! Something I do not want to do!

Haru: CW does not own Digimon or all of the snacks Dai or Takeru like to eat!

Ch.6 The First Night Takeru's POV

I blushed slightly as I heard Daisuke come to the door. I steeled myself, for I wanted no reoccurrence of the earlier events. I thought there was nothing Daisuke to do to make me blush again. How wrong I was, for my face must have been boiling with heat when he opened the door, clad only in form-fitting underwear, showing even more of his fat features than earlier. I scarcely heard him speak, "Sorry about the way I look Takeru, I spilled olive oil all over my shorts when cooking dinner...but we're both boys...so I hoped you wouldn't care." He said as I realized I had been staring at his lower region. "I bought some clothes after you left, but they were already washing, I don't like to wear new clothes without washing them first; who knows what kind of people could have been in them." He says waddling over to the dinner table, where a feast of steak and potatoes awaited. After mentally scolding myself for blushing and steeling myself as much as possible to be around an almost naked Daisuke, I acknowledged him and scurried into the guest room to put away my things, and then returned to the dinner table, where he was waiting for me. I then sat down in a chair across from his while he sat as well, causing the chair to creak. "Bon Appetite! We have well done Steaks and Baked Potatoes!" He said beginning to dig in to the colossal amount of food on his plate, even if it was only a steak and potato, they were humongous. An amount just as big was on my plate. It must have been the atmosphere, but I then found myself starving and stated consuming food with as much fervor as he did.

It seemed we ate for hours, but eventually I dropped my fork and knife to my plate, no remains left, and started to rub my stomach in ecstasy. Daisuke didn't lie; he WAS a good cook. 'I wonder what a two months of this food will do to me...' I momentarily wonder before noticing Daisuke rise. "Well Takeru, you seem to like my cooking..." he says pleasantly, waddling over to the refrigerator, and pulling out two LARGE chocolate sundaes. "But I hoped you saved room for dessert!" he exclaims as he waddles back over to the table, setting one sundae on his side of the table, and one in front of my disbelieving face. "Daisuke, I can't-I'm stuffed!" I plea, but to no avail. He frowns and then comes over to me, my face gets slightly hotter...and downright fiery when he reaches down to my tight pants and unbuttons them, releasing pressure from the food-stuffed paunch that had grown while I had eaten. He leans back up, still frowning, and asks, "Better?" arms crossed over his slightly bigger, because of Dinner, stomach. I nod weakly, shocked, and still embarrassed from him coming so close into my personal space. He however is still his regular cinnamon and smiling. "Good. Now eat." he then said, making me feel almost force-fed. The unbuttoning of my pants, however, whose zipper had also been pushed down a bit, and slightly showing my underwear, did take pressure off of my stomach, so I continued; eating with abandon until the high in fat sundae lay digesting within me, Daisuke had finished his a while before though.

"Daisuke...I can see what a few months of this could do to you!" I say absentmindedly, and then hoping not to make him angry. Surprisingly, he only chuckled as he picked up my dishes and laid them in the sink. "What can I say? I told you this didn't grow from just junk food alone!" he say, while demonstrating by putting his hands under his belly and lifting it up, and holding a few rolls in his hands, as I turn slightly red, "...but..." he says while going toward a cabinet. He then swings it open, revealing a treasure trove of fatty foods. "I am prepared!" he exclaims, taking out half as well as a video I hadn't noticed on the counter. Daisuke comes over and leads me to the couch, dropping half of the snacks on me as well. My plump friend then proceeds to put the tape in the VCR, giving me a complete view of his tremendous rear. 'I'm not going to leave here without a skin deficiency and gaining weight.' I though as my cheeks burn once again at my great "view". Daisuke then positioned himself on the couch next to me and began to open a bag of cookies. "How can you STILL be hungry?" I ask in pure disbelief as he begins to bring the first one to his mouth. He smiles sheepishly. "I AM larger than you Takeru..." he begins, eating the first cookie and patting his stomach. "It makes sense I would get hungrier." I then look at the clock. 8:32. I then take another risk by poking him in the gut. 'Its so soft.' I think before I speak. "Anything after 6:00 turns to fat!" He then turns to me with a knowing look. "Then you and I just put on about 5 pounds of fat." he says as I am in disbelief. "You only got here at about 6:15." I sigh in defeat and change the subject. "What kind of movie is this?" I ask. His eyes shine evilly and he replies simply. "Horror."

Oh no. I hate to say it but...I'm terribly afraid of horror movies. I whimper subconsciously and edge closer to Daisuke for protection. I noticed he had already become absorbed in the movie and had halted his snacking. I then reach over and nab a cookie to nibble on. 'I hope it's not to scary.' I think once more as I again edge closer to Daisuke.

Daisuke's POV

Daisuke was in Heaven. Not only did Takeru finish his dinner and dessert but was also snacking. Scary movies must make him anxious. I had only had one cookie. Takeru had finished the box. Daisuke had actually almost gasped in shock when Takeru had stuffed the last cookie in his mouth, threw the empty package behind the couch, and had torn into a bag of potato chips, which he had apparently already half finished, due to the flimsiness of the bag. Daisuke had also noticed with pleasure that Takeru had left his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Like he needed them to be. The slight belly Takeru had grown made Daisuke sure that Takeru felt that his pants WERE up. Daisuke then again almost gasped because Takeru had wadded up the empty bag of chips and had opened a canister of peanuts, still eating fervently and absorbed in the movie, as he believed Daisuke to be, but Daisuke was actually watching him. It was actually quite arousing for Daisuke, to watch your crush eat them self into obesity. That's what Daisuke thought as he slowly drifted off into slumber.

At first Daisuke scolded himself for missing Takeru practically fatten himself, he then brightened up at the sight of an empty peanut tin as well as cheeto bag in the floor, he then looked at the clock and wondered why he woke up at 1:00 A.M., he then blushed and found out the reason was that Takeru had his head buried in his gut and his hands wrapped around him and on his...well, butt. Daisuke miraculously managed to stand upright without waking Takeru, but hated himself for it. I mean, he WAS practically living his fantasy. He then looked down upon the peaceful blonde. 'Time for bed, my wittle pudgy blonde.' Daisuke thought as he picked up Takeru and carried him to the guest room, still somehow managing to not wake him. He was then about to leave when Takeru started to glow blue. At first, he thought about screaming, but then watched in joy as Takeru's belly slowly drooped over his still unzipped pants, causing them to fully unzip and, ironically, be pushed off by Takeru's stomach, causing Daisuke to blush and almost burst out laughing from his smiley face underwear. Daisuke also noted with pleasure that Takeru's slightly muscled pecs were faintly starting to resemble boy breasts like his own. After the glowing ended Daisuke walked up to Takeru who then lifted up his shirt to gaze at his and the old woman's work so far.

Daisuke was unimpressed. 'He's gained...3 pounds tops.' he disappointedly thought, but perked up at the reminder that he was supposed to gain 10 pounds in a week, and had already gained a little under half in under a week's time. Daisuke then poked his stomach. Firm, meaning his stomach still had food in it. He then sighed. He wanted to see the progress from Takeru's binge. "...As you wish, my child..." Daisuke only gasped, but never took his eyes from Takeru, as he knew the old woman's voice. He was excited, as this time, Takeru started to glow orange and amazed as he began to float over the bed, and aroused as the old woman proved true to her word. First, Takeru's hips and upper legs were fattened, then his face, stomach, and breasts, and he gained a set of love handles, but to Daisuke's disappointment not that much. The real gain went to Takeru's butt, which stretched his underwear to the max before stopping. Any sign of definition was gone. Abs replaced by a baby belly and his pecs once again got coated in a thin layer of fat, slowly beginning to fade from their former glory.

Daisuke then watched as Takeru floated down, landing in Daisuke's arms, heavier than last time to his delight and displeasure. Then, instead of laying him down Daisuke took him into the bathroom, which adjoined into his room, took off his shirt, leaving Takeru clad in only his smiley underwear, and steadied him on the scale. 125 pounds exactly. It still wouldn't be visible though, if Takeru was wearing clothes. Daisuke thought again. 'Loose clothes.' He corrected himself. He then went back to Takeru's room and lay him down. Daisuke then stood there for a second and poked his belly and smiled as it jiggled. Pure Fat. "Soon, Takeru...soon you will be all mine.' he thinks as he leaves the room, but turns and walks back. Daisuke hesitates but then leans down and quickly kisses Takeru's cheek, making him smile and Daisuke blush before turning out the light and leaving. 'Sweet and fat-filled dreams, my chubby little cherub...well almost chubby...' Daisuke thinks as he lies down in bed. 'I hope the next kiss...is of French variety.' Daisuke then falls into a sleep of food and of fattening bishounen...mostly Takeru. Little did Daisuke know that as soon as he had left, Takeru had begun to subconsciously smile.