A belch erupted from her lips, her tongue lapping out to lick them clean. Renamon purred lazily as she scratched the massive apron of flesh before her, the white-furred sack she called a stomach. She felt a flash of pride at its size as she felt it gurgle, knowing that it was now large enough, now trained enough to digest hundreds of pounds of food at one time. This wasn't hyperbole, it was a fact, well proven day after day, and her body was further testament to this. She was utterly immobile.