Time For An Odd Fetish.
Or
Are You Sitting Comfortably?

Herr Mullen's enormous, flab laden buttocks drooped over the side of his chair. It creaked reassuringly, and he sighed, happy to be home.
          "You see, Jyou," he grunted, "This is much better than that damned awful office. This is real style; look at that paneling. None of those silly new modern curves every one's far too keen on. And no horrible blue, or white. Just sensible shades of brown. Yes, Jyou, this is much nicer."
          Jyou sighed. "And it didn't work anyway. No-one seemed to think of you as more serious, just less memorable. Sorry, Herr Mullen."
          "I'll say! I hated that thing. Jolly rubbish lemon."
          "Yes, Herr Mullen."
          "So, Jyou, what now? What shall we do next?"
          "Well, we've covered parties, parody, multiple couples, serious lemons, seven point sixes on the SoniScale, and Digimon/Human couples. So, if we want to do something new, we could go with actual Digimon on Digimon action, self insertion, or original characters."
          Herr Mullen leaned back in his chair, creaks becoming less reassuring and much more alarming, tectonic plates of fat shifting to causing major earthquakes in regions such as Chest City, Stomachia, and Thigh Town. "Original characters?"
          Oh dear, thought Jyou. If Sonimon writes another story, I'm in for it, I'll bet.
          "Um... yes."
          "...No, no, I don't think that'd work. I'd have to create a completely alternate universe. Self insertion's out as well, I think."
          Jyou breathed a sigh of heavy relief.
          "What about an obscure fetish?"
          Jyou's heart stopped for a beat or two.
          "...What sort of fetish?"
          "Obscure fetishes. You know, like that Van fellow. Male Pregnancy, Feet, Tentacles. Things like that."
          "...Really?"
          "Yes, yes I think I'll do the obscure fetish thing. It'll be a laugh. In fact I'm going to do the disclaimer."
          "Oh, goodness gracious..."
          Herr Mullen coughed, and leaned forward again. He pulled the type writer to him as the great tides of the Tummy Sea reversed and settled, ripples and waves completed lunar related cycles. He began to type; "It should be noted by may dear, no-comment leaving readers, that Digimon is property of Toei and, Fox Kids, apparently. Contains homosexuality, male pregnancy, and possible nut traces. Certain scenes are of a pornographic nature, and as such local law applies on the basis of age and such. Over 18s only in the UK, and such. And now, onto the lemon. Oh, and silly jokes belong to Herr Mullen."

Are you sitting comfortably?
          Good.
          Then we shall begin.
          Daisuke woke up, the bright and hot sunlight drifting through his blinds, and attempting to gouge his eyes out with a spoon. That's how it felt. His sheets were tangled around his legs, leaving his top bare. He groaned. He had not slept well last night. He got to his feet as quickly as he could, and rushed to the bathroom. He made a daily sacrifice of fluids and former food to the God of Unfortunate Circumstances at the Temple of Toilet.
          Don't get him wrong on "Unfortunate Circumstance", he was thrilled to be having this baby. But being a guy, well. That was the unfortunate bit. He'd just began to show, as well; his parents were getting rather worried. He'd have to tell them at some point.
          The telephone began to ring. Daisuke went back to his bedroom and tied a dressing gown around himself loosely, and then answered the ringing thing.
          "Hello?"
          "Hey, there. Feeling any better this morning?"
          "No. If anything, I'm worse. I feel so tired..." Daisuke yawned.
          "We'll see Jyou again, later. See if he can do anything."
          "Thanks, Takeru. That's fantastic."
          "Hey, no worries. It's my baby, too, right?"
          "I guess." Daisuke put his head against the wall, and sighed. He rubbed his bloated stomach. He felt a kick. "Takeru!" he gasped, "It kicked! It kicked!"
          "It did?"
          "Yeah, it actually kicked!"
          "Brilliant! That's fantastic! Oh, Dai..."

Are you still comfortable? You don't want a cushion or anything do you?
         Good.
         Takeru and Daisuke, arm in arm, Daisuke dressed in some of Jun's "misplaced" clothes to disguise himself. He actually looked quite good as a lady, he had the hair for it. They knocked on Jyou's door.
         "Come in!" called Jyou from inside. They pushed the door open, and stepped in as Jyou put away the video he was watching.
         "Hey, Jyou. Anything good?"
         "No, just a facts of life documentary. So, how are we doing? Any changes?"
         "The baby kicked today," said Daisuke happily, and both he and Takeru put their arms around Daisuke's tummy.
         "Oh, that's brilliant, well done!" Jyou said, grabbing Daisuke by the hand and shaking it vigorously. "Well, then, everything seems to be going well. Expect mood swings in the near future."
         Takeru frowned. "How bad will those be?"
         Jyou frowned. "I have no idea. Daisuke is a very strange case. Let me just consult my notes..."
         "You're writing this down!?" Daisuke asked, "As if I'm a lab rat!? What if someone reads this!"
         "Don't worry, I'm using a code. Baseless, completely made up, read from the bottom to the top except when the letter "Gurdoui" is used when the paragraph is read using right to left unless the letter "Jalei" is mentioned within a six letter radius of "Gurdoui" in which case you have to tilt the page and read on a diagonal. Over forty eight characters, excluding numbers but-"
         "Very interesting but what about these bloody mood swings!?" Daisuke demanded, standing up, fists balled.
         "Ah, yes, um... I'm not entirely sure where you're keeping the baby. You show no signs of breast tissue, so I actually doubt the presence of oestrogen, but I'm not sure about progesterone... You've never had a period, either. It would suggest the absence of any working female reproductive system, and yet... and, I'm sure you're having a mood swing right now, pleasedon'thurtme."
         Takeru took Daisuke's arm, and dragged him back into his seat. "Please, dear, don't make a scene."
         Daisuke sat down, slowly, quivering slightly. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's come over me..."

Koushiro, who has a "u" in his name, sat at the bar with Jyou. Comfortably.
         "Any progress with Takesuke?"
         "Takesuke?"
         "I don't know. I just think it seems appropriate; the situation is so absurd you'd think someone was writing this stuff as some sort of, I don't know, twisted lemon."
         "True, true." Jyou sipped his beer. "Well," he said, after a pause, "Being unable to access any actually hospital equipment, I'm afraid I'm doing it all by symptoms. No breasts, and yet he's having mood swings usually related to hormones he doesn't have... it's mad."
         Kuoshiro sipped his beer, and looked at his shoes. "I think I may know what's going on."
         Jyou put down his drink. "Oh?" He turned to listen.
         "When we were all in the Digital World, once, just a little while ago, I was messing around with my laptop. I was looking at actual character information."
         "Character information?"
         "Yeah, like character models and stuff."
         "Bodies!?"
         "But in a Digital format. I found I could edit the models quite easily."
         "You did what!?"
         "Does Mimi like your new cock?"
         Jyou was stunned, arms in the air, mouth open at Koushiro. He finally spoke, "So, it was sudden..? You were looking at my..?"
         "Couldn't help it. I hadn't figured out how to change layers. I thought I'd give you a booster."
         "...:Layers?"
         "Yeah. Clothes, naked, then internal."
         "You gave Daisuke a, a..?"
         "It was before we knew he was gay. I gave him a womb, yeah, branching just off from his colon. I tweaked a few things, and made him able to... well. It was just a private joke, an experiment. Just to see if I could. I didn't know thought he'd actually get, you know."
         "But what about the absence of breasts?" Jyou motioned with his hands.
         "I restricted his chest growth. In fact, he can actually breast feed, if he wants."
         Jyou sat back on his stood. He sat, a little stunned. Then he took out a large diary-style notebook, and a pen. He began writing, every so often turning the book this way and that.
         "Fascinating, fascinating,,, morally unsound, but fascinating..."

Daisuke and Takeru got back to the Motomiya flat. They slipped off to Daisuke's room, lest anyone find Daisuke wearing a dress. That would lead to awkward questions.
         As soon as they got into the room, Daisuke began taking off the dress. He unzipped the back, and let the straps down. The flowery patterned fabric fell aside, and he stepped out of it, in only his black boxers.
         He may be pregnant, but he's all man. Takeru looked at him, a defined cock in the fabric, and a round, laden, smooth belly. no hair.
         "Do you know what, Take?" said Daisuke, moving closer. "I am feeling so horny. I need sex. Now."
         Takeru was turned on by the sight of Daisuke, anyway. Being gay with a pregnancy fetish, usually never a good combination, suddenly bared its upside. His hand went up to unzip his jacket, when Daisuke pushed him onto the bed, hard, and started removing Takeru's clothes. The jacket, went; the t-shirt, went; the shoes and socks, went; the shorts, as greased lightening in their acceleration. Daisuke looked at Takeru's baby blue boxer shorts, clearly tented. He undid the single button, to reveal Takeru's saluting soldier boy. Takeru looked up at Daisuke. Daisuke took his hand and wanked Takeru off, his thumb on the helmet. He stared slow, and quickly hastened. He pulled the silky foreskin back and forth, dressing and undressing the pick over and over again. Takeru grabbed the bed covers, and thrusted at Daisuke, his eyes closed, and his teeth clenched. He moaned, and his lower half writhed. Then, Daisuke stopped. Takeru groaned, and gave him a pleading look. Daisuke lent over him, and kissed him, deeply.
         Daisuke's tongue caressed Takeru's molars, and the roof of his mouth. Then he began to tickle Takeru's own muscle, tracing patterns on it's taste buds. He began to suck, and his hands ran themselves over Takeru's sides. He lent so far over that Takeru's cock felt Daisuke through the cotton of his sexy black pants, and the lower base of his bump against his own belly.
         Now would be a good moment to mention the Herr Mullen would allow people to draw pictures of his sex scenes if they like.
         Daisuke broke the kiss. "I love you, Take."
         "I love you, too." Takeru put his hand on Daisuke's tum, just in time to feel his baby kick. "God, I love you." Takeru's eyes began to water a little, and he hugged Daisuke tight to him. "I love you so much, I..."
         "Hold on," said Daisuke, "I have to piss, I'll be back in a tick."
         He threw on a dressing gown, and rushed to the bathroom. After a little while, Takeru heard the toilet flush, and Daisuke came back in, and resumed his position over Takeru.
         "You were saying?"
         "Daisuke, you are the most wonderful... I love you so much."
         "I love you too, Take."
         Daisuke leaned in again, and made a slow kiss, on the tip of Takeru's upper lip. A slow suck, then a realese on his mouth. A moment of reflection on each other, then Daisuke rose.
         "Turn over," he said, "I want to make love to you."
         Takeru turned over, and wriggled out of his blue pants. His smooth back and ass, hairless, before Daisuke; his legs hung off the side of the bed, and his hands gripped the bedclothes. He looked back at Daisuke, who lowered his mouth to his backside. He licked around his sphincter, and pushed his tongue inside, and darted out again. Takeru moaned, and closed his eyes. Once he was satisfied Takeru was ready, he came back up. They looked at each other, silent for a moment, eyes locked on each other. Then, Daisuke stripped himself of the sexy black pair, and pushed his cock into Takeru, simulating a gasp, then a moan. He eased himself in, down to the base, when Takeru felt, much to his pleasure, just at the base of his spine, Daisuke's stomach push against him. The smooth feel of his tummy made Takeru so aroused. Then Daisuke began to hump him. Up and down, in and out. Regular touches of his belly. Takeru began to pant in time with Daisuke. Their chests heaved together, and their breaths were audible. Daisuke felt his cock inside Takeru, warm and moist. And Takeru's pants made him so turned on. He humped harder and faster, his breath quickening. Takeru felt Daisuke's cock inside him, touching his special place. He felt Daisuke go faster, and harder, pushing that wonderful bump against him.
         "Dai, Dai, Dai... Dai!" Takeru panted, as he was rammed and assaulted from behind.
         "Take... Take.... Takeru... I'm going... I'm... I'm cumming!"
         Daisuke gave a loud moan and began to fire at Takeru's sensitive spot. He began to become erratic in his humping, loosing control. He felt the cum leak around his cock and onto his hairless balls.
         Takeru felt the cum jet up against he g-spot, exiting and pleasuring him in the utmost, but not bring him to orgasm. He panted harder, as his ass was shoved harder and harder, less regularly. Then, Daisuke came to a halt, and slumped, sweaty, onto Takeru's back. Takeru around under him, and hoisted Daisuke up on top of him. Daisuke was elevated by his bump on Takeru, who loved the feel of it. He sensed another kick from the baby, and smiled, his eyes starting to water again. He looked up at Daisuke, and, said again; "Daisuke Motomiya, I love you."
         He leaned up, and kissed Daisuke slowly, handing onto the tip of his upper lip, as Daisuke had done. Then, he went in deeper. He caressed the top of Daisuke's tongue, drew intricate patterns on his molars, and sucked on his mouth. They broke the kiss. Daisuke whispered;
         "Past the lips, over the gum; watch out tonsils, here I come."
         I know, it's not mine, but it is too good a line to not use at this point.
         Daisuke made another slow and deep kiss. His tongue went right in, and around the sides of Takeru's cheeks. They broke again.
         "Can I make love to you, now?"
         "I would love you to, darling Takeru."
         Daisuke got up, and Takeru climbed up onto the bed. He motioned Daisuke onto the sheets, and climbed onto his knees. Daisuke lay back on the bed. Takeru raised his legs up, holding him just behind the knees, and shuffling closer. Daisuke's legs and baby overhung him, and Takeru stood over him, his blonde hair ruffled, and his body sweaty and hot. He leaned in, craning his neck, and licking around Daisuke's hole, to lubricate him properly. Daisuke moaned, and his cock began to recover from it's recent excersion. Then, Takeru shoved him cock in suddenly, drawing a yelp from Daisuke. He began to hump, a tight colon suckling his warm flesh, stimulating him. Daisuke felt the intrusion, rubbing against the special area, his cock fully raised, now, his baby riding above him. They began to pant again, quicker than when Daisuke was humping. Takeru began to move faster, and his hands moved around to Daisuke's belly. He rubbed his hands all over his tummy, tickling him, the soft, smooth skin under his fingertips making him feel so happy. Then, he moved his hand to Daisuke's cock, and the rocked back and forth together, as Daisuke's up-ended rear was humped by Takeru. Takeru began to gasp, and become faster and less rhythmic. Daisuke could feel it welling up inside his cock, boiling in his balls. Then, they both blew their loads. Takeru spurting into Daisuke's colon, dribbling a little. Daisuke's cock, waving with each hump, sent his cum over the bed, onto his face, and onto his belly. They boys panted, and came apart from each other. They didn't talk, as they curled up at the end of the bed together, spooning with each other.
         They fell into a happy, unified slumber.


Author's Notes.

That is the best sex scene I have ever written. That is fantastic, much better than anything that has come before. A pity no-one will care to read it, due to the whole fetish thing. I know Jyou and Koushiro are both talking a load of balls, but I felt there should be some kind of explanation. Also, there needs to be some kind of paragraph or event to break up the bits between Jyou's appointment, and Koushiro at the bar. Sorry for the sad absence of the humour every one's come to know and love, but I have slipped it in every now and then. Comments, praise, criticism and tips are all welcome, just use the comments. If you're on the DHZ, then vote (if that's back up and working)! Let me know about the role of romance in this and other fictions. I've really put effort into showing the love between Takeru and Daisuke in this one. I want to know if it's worked. I'd also like to thank everyone for putting up with this long, long winded "Author's Notes" section. You've been great, thanks a lot.