Part 1 "98!" Gaomon panted as he swung his boxing glove clad fists against the punching bag knocking it back like a pendulum. As it reached the zenith of its arc it came back at the pugilist Digimon and he hit it back once more with even greater force than before. "99!" He watched the punching bag nearly become parallel with the ground and he changed his stance widening the distance between his feet and pulling one of his gloved fists back. "Killing Blow!" Once the punching bag swung back at him he swung his readied fist at it with as his might. "100!" He shouted punching through the padding of the punching bag and out the other side. The sand burst all over the ground piling up in front of him and leaving the bag ragged and empty. "Thank you, Master," spoke Gaomon despite nobody else in the room with him. He panted heavily as he walked away from the remains of his workout. Without even doing anything it all vanished in a flurry of 1's and 0's and moments later a bed appeared in the room. "Yes Master!" He called out into the empty sky above and climbed into the bed and curled up in the cover. "Goodnight until tomorrow." Yawning, Gaomon nuzzled against his pillow, his normally serious expression turned gently with a smile. The light faded and moments later he was fast asleep. When the light returned the next day, Gaomon arose from bed and watched as it vanished just as the sandbag did before. He then proceeded to stretch, reaching his toes without bending his knees. Once his back was sufficiently stretched he performed a few other stretches for his legs, arms, and neck. Finally feeling limber, Gaomon proceeded to jog aimlessly around. There was no path for him to follow, no place to designate a finish line. He simply ran and waited. Some time passed as Gaomon jogged, his eyes turning to the sky every few minutes before returning to facing forward. Finally, he spotted 1's and 0's pouring down and forming into a shower. "Thank you master!" Gaomon called into the sky as he walked towards it. "A little later than usual though," he thought for but a brief moment before walking to the shower. Removing his headband and boxing gloves, Gaomon opened the door to the shower and turned the knobs to "Hot" and let steaming water pour down onto his blue fur. Sighing as he felt all the sweat and dirt wash off his body and a refreshing feeling flow through him, Gaomon couldn't help partake in a guilty pleasure of his. Flexing his muscles, he watched as his muscles bulged in his arms. First taking a moment to admire them with his eyes, he stroked his fingers across them taking note of every chiseled feature and how they had improved since from a month or two prior. He did the same for his legs, taking a seat on the shower floor admiring how toned his legs were from his thighs to his ankles and then rubbed his feet with his fingers enjoying the tickly sensation. He gritted his teeth and blushed as he attempted to stifle his laughter, but a few giggles slipped passed his blissful smile. "It's probably even more silly that I am so secretive about this," he spoke to himself. "Nobody else is here to see." Getting back up, Gaomon moved his paws over his white-furred belly. Though hard to see, he could feel his hard-earned four-pack abs and traced a finger around each ab before moving on to his pecs placing his palms on them and breathed deeply, held his breath, and then exhaled slowly repeating till he felt content to move onto his back. Starting at his shoulders, Gao glided his fingers down to his shoulder blades then back up and then down again. Moving on to his back, Gave scratched at some of his favorite spots. His right foot began thumping the shower floor uncontrollably as he scratched and a wide smile spread across his face till he finally chose to venture even lower. Placing a single digit at the base of his curly tail he gently moved his finger down the length, uncurling it in the process. As he reached the tip of his tail he held his finger in place a few seconds before letting his tail coil back into its normal curled state before attempting to do it again and a few more times after, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he enjoyed himself. While playing with his tail was one of his favorite shower activities, he saved his favorite for last. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as his hands came upon the well-toned cheeks of his butt holding his hands against then with the greatest of care. Then ever so slowly he tightened his grip on them, feeling that beneath the fur and flesh how soft this part of his body was when compared to the rest of him. His glutes were exercised the same as the rest of his body, but they always remained slightly, but enjoyably cushiony and feeling that softness left Gaomon in a daze he couldn't recover from till he had his fill. Almost fifteen minutes later, Gaomon finished with his fun and washed up a bit more before exiting the shower. He then picked up his boxing gloves and headband and held them in the shower till they were dripping wet. Turning off the showerhead, Gaomon then wrung the water out of them with all his might then carried them around as he waited. The shower then vanished just as it had appeared and almost immediately after a table and chair appeared nearby. "Yes Master," Gaomon said patting his belly as it grumbled heavily craving sustenance. "Breakfast time!" Taking a seat, Gaomon placed his gloves and headband to the far end of the table and watched as a tall stack of pancakes appeared on a plate in front of him with a fork and knife on a napkin beside it and a container of butter and one of maple syrup appeared on the opposite side. By the top left corner of his plate appeared a tall glass as did a bottle of orange juice with pulp mixed into it. Starting with the juice, Gaomon filled his cup to nearly three quarters full and downed a quarter of it straight away smacking his lips as he placed the glass down savoring the tangy texture and the added sour taste the pulp provided. Gaomon the took his knife and took some butter, placing it between the bottommost pancake and the one on top of it. He repeated this for all the other layers too then picked up the syrup and doused the top of the pancakes giving them a light, but complete covering. Finally, with fork and knife in hand, Gaomon cut the pancakes in half and then those pieces in half again. Taking his fork he picked up the top two layers of pancakes, watching the syrups strands ooze down as he lifted them to his muzzle, he then took a moment to smell the food before opening his maw and dropping the pancakes onto his tongue. "Mmm," he drooled reveling in the taste that was all the more wonderful on an empty stomach. "A delicious meal is just what is needed before another good day if taining. Thank you, Master!" Gaomon continued to enjoy his meal, eating in a very orderly manner. He would eat two pieces at a time, savoring the taste before chewing and swallowing, then moving onto the next piece. After a few pieces he gulped down a generous amount of his orange juice then returned to his pancakes, repeating this until all the food was gone. "Thank you, Master," he said again rubbing his belly as he allowed his food to digest and waited and watched for his plate and everything else on the table to vanish and moments later they did and were then replaced with more pancakes, utensils, butter, syrup, and orange juice. Seeing this, Gaomon's eyes opened wide and his muzzle just dropped open and he scratched his head. "Master? I don't understand." In all the time Gaomon could recall since his Master had developed his daily routine, this had never happened. While something like a late shower was uncommon another helping during a meal was unheard of to Gaomon. "Master? Did you mistakenly give me another breakfast? What am I supposed to do? Should I eat it?" He racked his brain trying to decide what to do and looked up at the sky wishing his Master could, for once, answer his questions. After a while, Gaomon got up and went to grab his boxing gloves and headband, but stopped and stared back at the piping hot pancakes and rubbed his belly again. "I am not completely full," he admitted to himself. "Maybe Master knew this and provided me with extra nourishment." Nearly at a decision, Gaomon's jaw dropped again when yet another pancake stack appeared. "Two times cannot be a mistake," he concluded. "Master wants me to eat more!" No longer hesitating, Gaomon returned to his seat and started his breakfast routine anew. "Yes Master!" he called out grabbing his fork and knife. "I will eat more!"