Pulsemon wasn't happy about not being able to digivolve, but no matter what any of you tried, nothing seemed to work, for his displeasure. It pained you to see your partner, who was often in high spirits, so down, you tried to cheer him up by asking to spare or exercise with you, but the digimon wouldn't budge, remaining stuck in his rut. Until one day, Pulsemon was suddenly back to his cheery demeanor, you asked him what was the reason for this change a couple of times, though he refuses to answer, insisting on keeping it a suprise, you'd only find out what cause this sudden mood swing a few days later, as a bag full of "mystery meat" arrived on your doorstep, belonging to Pulsemon. It turns out he ordered it from a (honestly shady)website that promoted it as a booster of some sort, convinced that he could digivolve just by eating this meat

He couldn't be more wrong, however, as weeks went by, Pulsemon continued to eat and order mystery meat, and while his power sure didn't increase, his weight sure did, exponentinally so. At 8 AM, Pulsemon waddled out of his bed and into the living room, he used to wake up earlier than you, but ever since he gorged on that "Mystery Meat" of his, he got more and more sluggish. His belly threatened to reach the floor as it touched his knees, large moobs sagged on top of it, his enormous asscheeks stuck out and threatened to eclipse his now stubby tail, his tree trunk thighs rubbed together as he moved in a snail's pace, his flabby arms barely swung as they came in contact with his large stomach, and his chubby cheeked face had grown a triple chin

"Hey...huff...partner" He said, trying to keep his cool despite being out of breath, yellow fur drenchedin sweat "How about we...go for a jog today, i'm feeling-BUUUUAAAAAARRRRPPPP-better than ever" Pulsemon did his best to ignore his own belch, before his stomach growled loudly