Enabling Cookies- Part 2

The weregarurumon Gary finds out clearing out his browser cache of cookies is a little bit more difficult without the right bandwidth- but hey, that's what the extra server space is for, right? Enjoy!

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The weregarurumon that was known as Gary had been through a frustrating past few days. A standard patrol mission in the wilder ends of the digital world had proven to be an ongoing headache for him. In a single stroke, he had been introduced to the concept of cookies for browsers, a strangely unlucky guilmon who went by Gil, and the desperate need for a diet— the data center for a region of the digital world had been flooded, and to save the guilmon, all that excessive data had to go somewhere— so Gary had eaten it. All of it. And now, hundreds or even thousands of data packets were churning in the lupine digimon's once lean and sharp build, bloating him out to an enormously fat wolf, slow and heavy, and for the moment, no longer able to fulfill his duties exploring regions of the digital world and helping those in need. 

As a result, Gary's tamer had put him on a diet— at first, the weregarurumon had looked at his embarrassing with a glimmer of hope; he had most certainly packed away and downloaded enough data to digivolve, and perhaps digivolving to MetalGarurumon could be just the fix he needed— unfortunately, he had downloaded too much data through consuming all the cookies, and the digivolution process was unable to properly turn him into his next form. So, here he sat— or rather, here he jogged. His tamer also was not letting Gary off the hook when it came to cardio to work off and delete some of the extra data, even if having his now enormous boulder of a belly bounce off his trunk-like thunder thighs while they rolled off one another made even a brisk walk nearly impossible.

That was where Gary had been stuck for the past few weeks; living off the thinnest, most meager of rations and exercising in an almost Spartan existence— and he had barely started to lose weight. As he trudged into his usual server, there was another eighty or so pounds he couldn't quite seem to shake—

"Hey, Gary!"

The weregarurumon sighed internally. "Hello, Gil."

The guilmon he had rescued from the corrupted data center— named Gil— had nowhere else to go, with his old data center still overwhelmed and temporarily shut down, so Gary had let the guilmon stay with him. Gary frowned, sniffing the air. "Is… something burning?"

The guilmon grinned guiltily. "I-I, uh… Wanted to show my thanks for everything you did, so, I tried making some homemade bread…" He gestured towards a still smoking stove. "It… didn't quite pan out. I'll pay you back! Honest, soon as I get back on my feet."

The bulbous wolf grunted, heaving himself further into his home. "That's… fine, Gil." He sighed, resting his hand atop his belly as he slowly settled into a long-suffering couch. "I just wish we had any lead on who or what might be responsible for the virus… You really don't remember anything, or noticed anything suspicious before your data center was overwhelmed?"

"No, honest! The cookies all just sort of piled in out of nowhere, and…"

Both digimon froze, the weregarurumon's ears flicking. It had been a very quiet sound, almost imperceptible, a slight electric crackling. Then, they both spotted it— lying on Gary's table was a pink box that they both recognized. Gil crept forward, opening the box, and gasped. "Holy—! I-it's the cookies, they've been activated here!"

"What?!" Gary thundered, grunting mightily as he heaved himself up and trundled towards Gil, staring at the all too familiar data packet. His nose twitched— he had almost forgotten the cookies' delectable aroma. "W-what's that doing in my house, Gil?!"

"I don't know! But… oh boy, this is just how it started before…"

"You mean the virus followed you here?!" Gary snapped. He glanced out the window, eyes going wide as he saw another box appear outside his house. "How fast do these things populate?"

"I-if it's like last time, it'll be every few seconds, depending on the bandwidth," the guilmon said, as another data packet blipped into existence.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Gary snarled, lumbering outside as he tucked the first box under his arm, jostling his belly. As the weregarurumon squeezed himself through the door and back outside, he started scooping up the boxes in his thickly padded arms. "What do we do now?"

"Well—" Gil huffed, jogging to keep up with the bigger digimon, picking up the boxes in his own arms. "I-I guess you could take care of it like last time…"

Gary turned his head sharply at the guilmon. "What, 'you?'" He demanded. "Look at what happened to me the last time!" He gestured at his own gurgling belly, even as his nose twitched again— the smell coming off the cookies was not unpleasant. "I don't care if you don't like the tast of them; if these things have to be eaten, you're eating them with me!"

"But it's not just the taste, I can't eat gluten!"

Gary's jaw fell open with exasperation as he saw the boxes continue to populate. "Are you kidding me?! You're a guilmon, you were just baking bread!"

"Yeah, for you!" 

The weregarurumon looked around— the cookies were populating faster and faster, and he had no time to argue. "Fine. Fine! Just… help feed me, then!" He braced himself as he grabbed a fistful of cookies and shoved it into his mouth. He let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back up into his head. "Oh, goodness…"

Gil looked up as he grabbed a data packet, passing it to the larger digimon. "You, uh. Okay, Gary?"

"Yeah, fine, fine, the cookies, they— I-I'm just nervous, just keep 'em coming," the weregarurumon grunted, already digging in to the data packets— the taste was almost electric on his tongue, like nothing else he had tasted before, and he was driven to take more and more. "A-alright, Gil, I need you to keep these coming, but we have got to find the virus! I'll…" he paused, looking down at the cookies, then glanced further down at how his bulging stomach was already spreading up throughout the lower part of his vision. He hesitated only briefly, wondering how big he was going to get now— but between wanting to savor the taste once more, and without any other idea about how he could stem the tide, he shoved more cookies into his mouth, gulping them down. "Mmph! I-I'm going to… try and think about where we can start looking…"

Gary could feel the the weight starting to pile on— whatever meager progress he had made before in getting back in shape was soon utterly ruined, buried under a landslide of corrupted data and cookie packets. His already bloated body began to expand to compensate, fitted with the extra girth and space he needed to fit all the data he was now downloading— every part of him was getting fatter, and just to better reach the cookies and data packets that Gil kept piling up in front of him, the blubbery digimon tilted forward until he was lying on his engorged belly, increasingly flabby hands reaching out for more and more mouthfuls, but in between bites, he started watching Gil. The guilmon was getting more and more frantic— and as he got more nervous and skittish, the faster the data packets started piling up. Gary gasped, as realization hit him. 

"Hey— Hey, Gil!" He grunted, gulping down another fistful of cookies. "Guilmon— hmph— are virus types, right?"

"Y-yes?" Gil looked over to Gary, then scoffed indignantly as he realized Gary's implication. "You— You don't think that I'm the virus, do you? Why— That— That's outrageous!" The guilmon stamped his foot. "I-I know you're getting stressed out, but… I-I would never!"

Gary's eyes widened as he saw the boxes started multiplying faster and faster. "Gil…"

The guilmon pointed one clawed finger at Gary. "N-no! Look, I know that guilmons are a virus type, but— we're not evil. That's an awful stereotype! A-and I know I've been taking up space, but to think that I'd show my gratitude by corrupting another data center—"

"Gil!"

"Y-you can't just blame me! I mean, why would I destroy my own home, a-and reduce you to this… huge, bloated, overstuffed… o-oddly cuddly looking… mound of blubber and overpacked data? I-it's outrageous, it's—"

"Gil!" Gary reached out and grabbed the guilmon by the arm and pulled him up against his thickly padded, blubbery side. He held the smaller digimon tight, until he felt the guilmon stop squirming. He loosened his grip, letting Gil stagger back. "You okay?"

"I, uh…" Gil blinked. "Soft…" He looked back up at Gary. "That was… do you have any idea how plush you are? Your fur, the extra weight, it… it's like a giant, weighted blanket."
Gary wasn't quite sure how to take that statement, but he looked up— the boxes of cookies and data packets had stopped spawning all over the place. "You are the virus…" He looked down to Gil. "But if you just… stay calm, then you're not going to create more cookies."

The guilmon blinked, looking over the growing pile of cookies. "You're kidding… Well. Okay. Calm, I can do calm. What are we going to do about all of that, though? I… imagine that there's no good just leaving them there. I guess we better start throwing them all away."

"Throw away? What? No, no— no, are you kidding?" Gary grunted. "We can't just let them stay out all over the place— no, I… I guess I better eat them up. For safety." He cleared his throat, starting to rock back and forth on his bulbous belly— it had grown so bloated, his feet were no longer on the ground. "If you could… give me a hand."

The guilmon let out a small little laugh. "Yeah… yeah, sure, big guy, I uh. I can give you a hand." Gil began taking the cookies still left strewn all over the ground and began lifting them up to Gary's mouth— bit by bit the mountain that Gil had accidentally summoned into existence began to shrink as every gigabyte of information and data was forced onto the weregarurumon's expanding frame. The smaller digimon couldn't help but gawk when the last cookie was taken care of, at the mountain of a digimon he had helped create. 

The massive layers of excessive blubber piled on to his frame, stretching out his grey fur, every single part of him bloated and round— his belly pooled out on the ground as he laid atop it, a giant mound like a pile of overstuffed pillows, the multiple folds of backfat pressed up against one another, fighting for room. All of that was topped by the mass of his gigantic ass cheeks, a pair of enormous globes threatening the integrity of his last scrap of clothing keeping him decent while the spines and tufts of fur were threatened with drowning in the folds of backfat. All the extra tetrabytes of soft, doughy weight and fur, Gary's head was nearly eclipsed by his own extra chins and the way his pillowy chest bulged out around him.

"Hah… Hah…" the now blob-like digimon huffed and wheezed, grinning sheepishly down at Gil. "I-is that all of them?" he asked, half hoping there might be more.

"I…" the guilmon's eyes looked up at the massive form of the weregarurumon, going wide as he saw small parcels and bytes of the background around them starting to glitch. "Oh. Oh wow. Do… Do you know just how big you are?"

Gary gulped, huffing softly as his extra chins trembled. "I… I think I have an idea…" he said somewhat sluggishly. 

"I think you might…. be too big for this data center. You're taxing the server, the whole background is glitching around you!" Gil gasped, causing a new data packet of cookies to appear.

The weregarurumon's eyes went wide. "Alright, alright, calm down— And pass that over here— I'll need your help, but… maybe you can help move me to a bigger data center. Who knows? Maybe I can still help out… there's always more cookies that'll need to be cleaned up, right?"