CW: -sweats- I know I've been away for a while, just had stuff that needed to get done in real life. I made this chapter extra better though.... for those of you still here. I also think you'll really like chapter 8, the main focus being a barbecue, but also dum dum dum a game of spin the bottle! What trouble can I cause with that?!
Haru: 0.0 Believe me, you do NOT want to know.
CW: Muahahaha! What could be better than food, spin the bottle, daikeru, AND some slight taito in the next chapter!
Haru: u.u Slight?
CW: Okay...definitely more than slight. A whole lot...happy?
Haru: CW does not own Digimon, but she does own me...yay...
CW: I'll pretend I didn't here that....but thanks to all my reviewers -gives you all chubby Daisuke plushies- and read and review!
Ch.7 Sunday Morning Daisuke's POV
"Ohhh.... Dai..." Takeru moaned in pleasure as his torture continued. Daisuke was in pure and total ecstasy. He had Takeru's arms and legs tied to a chair and was feeding him into destruction. "Come on Keru.... eat...for me?" I say as I bring another scoop of ice cream to his mouth. Takeru grunts a yes and begins to eat with grand fervor. His gluttony was evident on him. No longer was Takeru just plump, he was definitely fat now. All of Daisuke's dreams had come true. I then noticed some chocolate stuck on his upper lip. "Keru...I want some chocolate..." I whine seductively as I position myself on what lap his new stomach doesn't occupy. He only looks at me cluelessly. So I then bring our mouths together, slowly sucking the chocolate from his mouth. 'That tasted better than...peanut butter!' I think, as we break apart for air. He then smiles at me, sporting his new double chin. "Dai...I need to tell you something..." He whispers into my ear and then nibbling ever so slightly, sending chills through my body. "What is it, Keru-Chan?" I whisper back, hoping to return to kissing him. He then quickly takes in air.
"AND BRINKLY BOB'S TUNA IS HAVING A SPECIAL ON TUNA TODAY!!!" I strongly resist the urge to cry out in terror as Takeru says that. I look around. I was in my room, not in the living room with the romantic candlelight, Takeru, chocolate, Takeru...and I'm not sitting on his lap! 'And he was REALLY comfortable, too!' I despair, realizing that my experience with Takeru was just a fantasy. I then turn and glare at the radio. It's still blaring. "GET OUT THERE TODAY! BARBECUES!! PICNICS!! EVERYTH-" before the dj finishes the clock is in pieces against the wall. 'You ruined the best not real experience of my life!' Daisuke thinks in rage, but then sighs and gets up, walking through the bathroom to check on Takeru. He then quietly opens the door...to find Takeru sprawled in with the sheets, snoring. Daisuke closes the door. 'Heavy sleeper and snores...good things to know when I marry him!' he thinks, noting the two facts. I then head back into my room to get dressed, but stop short as I see the scale.
'I wonder if I've gained any?' I wonder as I step on and lift my gut to see it spin and land on...217 pounds. 'Yes!' I celebrate inwardly. I had almost reached my goal. However, I again look down upon my stomach to hear it declare its need for food, I'll probably gain AT LEAST another five pounds within the next two months. I then wander back into my room and put on some clothes: A tight red tee shirt and a pair of form-fitting tan cargo shorts and steep into the kitchen to cook breakfast for myself and Takeru. 'I also wonder what to do with Takeru today...' I ponder as my mind focuses on the radio from this morning. That's It! A barbecue! 'In fact...I'll invite everyone! That should make Takeru feel more at ease, therefore making him eat more, therefore contributing to the expansion of his waistline in an outward direction, therefore making me happy!' I scheme as I start some bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Soon after, I dust my hands on my dad's 'Kiss The Cook' apron (Hey, who can resist the voluptuous Daisuke?) and run over to call Kari. She could get in touch with everyone.
'I hope she's up.' I think as the phone rings for the fourth time. 'It is only 9:00 on a Sunday...' Then, as I'm about to hang up, "Yagami Residence. Yawn...Yagami Hikari speaking." "Kari?" I ask, barely stopping my hand from laying the phone down on the receiver. "You sound...wiped." "Davis?" "Ya." She then yawns again. "Its a Sunday." I was bewildered. "Kari, you were always the early bird." "You don't have Taichi AND Yamato to deal with. Tai asked Matt over for a sleepover. They made noise all night." There was a pause. "Pretend that that didn't sound like that." I smile impishly and changed the subject. "I DO have Takeru though, heavy sleeper." "Oh?" she asks, seeming awake and uncertain. She would definitely think it suspicious of Takeru being here after yesterday. "Yep." I reply. "For the next two months. My parents and Jun are away." "Oh, okay...I just thought...after yesterday..." "No worries. We're all patched up." Her voice noticeably brightens. "Good.... so what did you need?" "Hmm? Oh!" I had almost forgotten. "I'm having a barbecue today in the park. Could you pretty please with sprinkles and bananas and gummy bears on top call everyone?" She giggled. "Sure Daisuke, but Cody has Kendo, Ken has some sort of super genius chess match, Joe has doctor school, Sora has a tennis game, and of course, Mimi left for America when the blizzards ungrounded the planes. That leaves you, me, Takeru, Yolei, Tai, Matt, and Izzy." I can only listen dumbfounded. "How can you possibly know all that and say it in one breath?" She giggles again. "I have my ways Daisuke. Do we need to bring anything?" "Only things you think we'll need. I'm sure Yolei will bring a supermarket anyway." "Okay. When is it?" "Hmm... 3:00." "Good that leaves all seven of us open! I'll be there-uh oh..."
"Kari? What is it?" I ask with the tiniest hint of worry in my voice. She sighs. "Tai and Matt are up and they're in the kitchen. I have to go. Bye Daisuke!" I chuckle. Poor her. "Later Kari." I hang the phone back on the receiver. The clock says 9:34. I had no idea we had chatted for so long, the food was already done. So I then scooped two hearty portions onto a pair of plates and yelled for Takeru to come. He ambled in five minutes later in his underwear. "Five more minutes Mom..." he muttered and fell into the chair his food had been placed in front of. I sigh and then chuckle. Definitely NOT a morning person. Another good thing to know about my future husband. I walk over and flick him on the ear with my fingers, awaking him. He looks at me in confusion. "Daisuke!? Why are you in my room?" I heavily sigh. I suppose he walks into his own kitchen in his underwear, thinking it's his room, too. Yum. I could live with Takeru walking into my kitchen everyday in his undies. "Takeru, if you remember you are staying at my house for the next two months and sitting at the kitchen table in only your underwear while your breakfast is getting cold." I blankly stare at him as realization and a rose color show on his soon to be chubby features. "Oops...sorry about that Daisuke...I'll go put on some pants." He rises but I sit him down. "Its fine, Takeru. We're both guys. You don't have anything I don't." His blush intensifies, but he remains seated. I LOVE torturing him. I love is soooo much. "Thanks Daisuke..." he mumbles and begins eating. I only smile and join him. "By the way..." I begin, chewing on a strip of bacon. "We're having a barbecue today at 3:00 at the park. Your bro, Tai, Kari, Yolei, and Izzy will be there. He stares at me in awe. "How in the world did you-" I cut him off. "Kari. She apparently knows where everyone is at anytime. Scary, but useful." I say, halfway done with breakfast.
Takeru only nods and returns to eating as well. I couldn't wait to see pounds Takeru would get from this either, but I knew the old woman wouldn't appear to work her magic now. Not while Takeru was still eating and awake. I then finish the last biscuit. "I'm going to go out to get some hamburgers and hot dogs and stuff." I say while quickly putting on my shoes. "Don't let anyone in, unless you know them, and finish your breakfast." I instruct him. "Yes, Mother." he says blandly and flashes me a grin, making my heart flutter, but he wasn't going to get the best of me. He may have been cute, but he's got nothing on me! I walk over to his left and bend down, where he is sitting down, he then turns with sausage hanging out of his mouth and looks at me in clueless ness. With a face of pure innocence, I then grab a side of his underwear and pull it back. "Get dressed too!" I then let go, causing the elastic to slam into his tummy, shrunken from last night, his lean muscles showing, but like I said earlier, Takeru was always cute-the added weight just makes him....hot. Very hot. I glance again at him, petrified with his cheeks pooched out with food. Okay, he was always hot. Hotter, then. "Sure thing Daisuke..," he babbles, mortified, and crosses his legs. 'Hehe...' I think as I leave the apartment. Not only did I notice his cherry face, but I also noticed the rising hill in his underwear he tried to hide with his legs. I start to skip, despite the looks I'm getting from people and my stomach bouncing up and down. If there was ever a time for another long blizzard, it was now, at least in Daisuke's world, and what a world it was.