This choice: A mysterious potion is mixed into all the food at the Nonaka house... • Go Back...Chapter #3Eating For Two (or more) by: elfman   Rika awoke to a face full of pillow. Groggily, she rolled over, rubbing her eyes to better see the familiar ceiling of her room. For the first time she could remember, she had woken up before Renamon - whom she had always known to watch over her long before dawn came. Rika gave her digimon partner a long, thoughtful look, watching the fur on her torso rise and fall under her lavender-braced paws. Rika may have been the trainer, but it was Renamon who fought the hardest. It only made sense that she slept so long after last night...
Discreetly, the girl gave a yawn, and fixed her hair, which hadn't been mussed to badly overnight, as her sleep was quite sound. She rummaged through her wardrobe to find a clean pair of jeans, and another of her T-shirts bearing a blue broken heart.
Normally, she had several of both, but her work-busy mother couldn't be bothered to do the laundry this weekend. Funny how the woman spent all day looking at clothes, but as soon as she came home, they were invisible to her. "Damn it mom, what am I supposed to wear?" she vented to herself. She knew her mother would be at work even this early, and probably wouldn't be home until later that night.
Rika tiptoed out of the room, careful not to disturb Renamon, and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. As her mother spent more and more time at the office thinking up new fashions (which would ultimately be tested on her daughter, usually without consent), Rika became more and more used to fending for herself. She turned on the oven and prepared to cook some miso soup and rice, bringing two pots of water to boil. While she waited, she decided to look for a fresh change of clothes.
She knew that her only choice was to raid her mom's scrap pile in search for garments her size. She picked through a few of the failed 'goth girl' projects, around what she dubbed the 'anorexia line,' jeans not wide enough for even her slim frame, and finally settled on an almond-colored silk button-up blouse and a semi-modest black leather skirt. The sleeves were a bit long, and the waist a bit wide, but she was too lazy to look further at the moment. <Besides,> she thought, <I think that water's ready.>
As she turned to head back to the kitchen, one of her mom's sketches caught her eye. It didn't look like somthing her mom would design, the sizes were way too large for the kind of girls she made clothes for. But looking closer, she realized it was a maternity line, obviously sketched with teenagers in mind. Rika was no stranger to her mother's occaisional crackpot ideas, and shook her head as she remembered reading in class about how Japan had one of the lowest teen birth rates in the industrialized world.
But still, it reminded her of her secret fantasy, which she had kept secret even from Renamon. She always wanted to know what it was like to be pregnant, to provide for something so helpless, it had to live inside her. <If I were pregnant,> she reasoned, <I'd show mom how to be a *real* mother.> But even more than that, she wanted to feel a baby kicking in her womb, to buy a nursing bra for milk-weeping nipples (imagine: not being flat-chested!), and to feel her skin stretch as she helped the life inside her grow strong. She soon became lost in the vision of herself at the ninth month, passing a hand over the fleshy confines of her unborn son or daughter, smiling radiantly with a motherly glow. After hearing the water boil over, she snapped out of it, salvaging the meal just in time.
Miso soup and rice was her traditional breakfast, but after a week or so, she was beginning to eat her finished dishes with tastelessness. She looked in her cupboards, and soon found two bottle of mysterious, clear liquids, one pink, one blue. They were of similar make, and likely came as a set, but having been removed from their original packaging, she hadn't the foggiest idea what they were, other than perhaps impulse buys from one of her friends during a digi-dollar spending spree. For all she knew, they could have been the Digital equivalent of ipecac.
Still, she was desparate, and giving the pink substance a sniff, decided it was safe, emptied a few tablespoons into the rice. It tasted sugary, and surprisingly thick. But it went down smoothly, and left a comfortable warmth in her stomach. She fixed a plate for Renamon, wrote her a brief note, and left.
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Renamon woke with a start, sitting upright as a dream of last night's events ended abruptly, she could not see her partner, could not sense her through their bond, and nearly bolted for the window before spotting the breakfast tray next to her. She held the note awkwardly in her large fingers and read Rika's hasty handwriting:
"Renamon:
Nothing left in the house for lunch.
Out shopping for your favorites.
I made you some extra helpings of
breakfast, eat up! You fought hard last
night.
Rika  "
The foxy digimon sighed as she realized her best friend was safe, although she hated it when she went places without her. "If it makes her happy, I'll stay here for now," she said to herself, lifing a portion of rice to her vulpine mouth. "We'll have time to spend together later." She hesitated at the appearance of the pink rice, sniffing it with concern. The smell was not familiar to her keen nose, but in the end, her trust in Rika won over her suspicion, and she cleaned both bowls, washing it down with lukewarm miso soup.
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Rika put the last carton of instant noodles in her shopping bag, and heard a loud rumbling in her gut. It had only been about 45 minutes since she left her house, but she was starting to feel hungry again. At this, she took a few extra items, and hurried to the checkout counter. The line seemed to take forever, each customer chatting it up with the clerk as though they truly had nothing better to do. The boy standing in front of Rika gave her wierd looks every time her tummy rumbled; she blushed, and would not meet his eyes.
By the time she left the store, she was feeling considerably worse, and began to have sharp hunger pangs halfway home. Fearing she wouldn't make it, she turned down a different street, ending up at Takato's door.
"Rika! What are you doing here? No, lemme guess: you've become a social butterfly?"
Takato grinned like an idiot, but the self-proclaimed Digimon Queen wasn't amused. "Can it, dweeb. Can't I do anything nice without you going stand-up comedian on me?"
The young boy rolled his eyes and gestured her inside. "Sheesh, don't take everything so personally. I'm a nice guy, once you... you know - actually speak to me once in a while." Rika opened her mouth to protest, but got cut off as Takato changed the subject. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No," she lied, eyeing the spread he'd laid out for himself and Guilmon.
"Well, lughead's not here right now, so I guess you can have some of... his...?" Rika had already begun, devouring junk food and wholesome dishes alike faster than a ravenous Greymon. Takato managed to sneak a few plates away during her greedy feeding frenzy, but at the end, he'd had less than a fourth of the feast.
Takato watched as she leaned back in her chair, one of her rare contented smiles upon her face. "Um... are you feeling okay?" She seemed lost in thought, almost dreaming. He heard a soft grumbling from her overworked organs, prompting a rub from her soft, feminine hands. She sighed happily as she rubbed her new paunch, making Takato very uncomfortable.
Without warning, the growls from her midsection became roars, and she clutched herself, gasping at the sudden pressure. As the two of them watched, Rika's belly began to rise like baking bred, accompanied by the sound of her insides churning. Takato's eyes widened as he listened to her distressed moans, unable to prevent his teenaged body from being aroused.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped, the loose shirt doing a poor job of concealing her three-and-a-half months pregnant appearance. She breathed deeply as the noises within her ceased - head back, eyes closed, stroking the bulge with both hands. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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