The Big Surprise - Aphrodisiac Break.
(Continuing from last)
And that's exactly why all the pondering resulted into the only logical conclusion. She had to do this, no, they all had to carry this out, or there was a chance of an even uglier situation would spring by. "Okay. Renamon... I'll use the Card!" Rika said, totally decided to do what she had to. In one swift swipe, the Card she had been holding in her hands passed through her digivice which, after being temporarily digitized and its info had been extracted, fed her vulpine digimon with its modification data. Rika stared at Renamon, nothing was going by at first, though judging by the frown in her furry face, and Rika could see something had happened. "Are you... okay?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper, Takato was dead silent as he watched, not even the raging news outside distracted him from this 'short'-awaited moment.
Renamon opened her maw, she was about to talk, as calm and collected as she ever was. However, before she could utter a single word, a sharp pain through her innermost self made her bend forward, holding by her stomach, her sapphire-blue eyes widening from surprise, "G-ghh-guaaah!" Renamon cried in agony, or so it seemed. She fell to her knees, still holding by her stomach with one paw, and using the free one as support. Her eyes now closed, Renamon moaned in a rather gloomy, painful despair.
Rika made haste as soon as Renamon showed signs of desperation; she rushed over to her partner, throwing the digivice and the card away, which luckily fell on a soft foot rag where Takato and she had been standing. Both tamers on Renamon's sides, Rika placed her delicate hand onto Renamon's shoulder and uttered: "Renamon, please, tell me what's wrong!" though it soon dawned onto her that she needed not beg anymore. Renamon's eyes suddenly opened up, "Is... is it working? Do you feel any different? Renamon!" the concerned girl said.
"I'm... fine." Renamon simply said, and to everyone's surprise, she stood up, gracefully keeping balance as always, as if the short-lived painful experience had never presented itself. "But why am I not changing?" she asked softly, looking left and right onto her arms, they hadn't even lengthened slightly, zilch, zero, nada.
Rika panted, unlike Renamon, she still was recovering from her own, past grief. "This is so weird..." she slowly said, catching up again, with her eyes fixed on the floor, "It worked on Guilmon, but... You're alright! I'm happy about that, but... nothing's changed, has it?" Takato shook his head at this.
"Maybe Renamon isn't compatible with the card. Uhm... but what will we do now?" the google-headed kid asked, his hopes being shattered, although his attention was finally caught by the ever noisy television.
"This just in!" the same, panicked reporter, with the same, panicked expression announced. An image of red, lots of red, moving through the city, "We've been informed that attempts of preventive containment of the gargantuan monster have failed, and as we can see," the image changed, Guilmon was walking, his surroundings were even whiter than before, and it was clear that his massive, over 80 feet tall tremendous form now was not as sedentary as before anymore, "It's moving away from the... disabled military forces" she said, taking the span of 10 seconds to breathe. In fact, she was having trouble hiding the fact that no tank nor any car had been disabled, but they had been completely covered in the many spurts of lizard seed Guilmon had produced whilst his sexual indulgence. Regaining her composure as quickly as it left her, the reporter gave a rather acted smile to the camera, continuing the report, "We haven't ascertained this giant's true intentions, but the Sergeant in charge our security is planning on a different offensive plan with the use of Air Force! We're now undergoing inquiries for the..."
And as the reporter went on and on, Takato interrupted with an abrupt yell, "Air Force?! As if tanks weren't enough!" he grunted, "We have to do something, Rika!"
"Hey, it's easier to complain than to think, why don't you try suggesting something? Your pretty idea screwed up as much as the military!" Renamon took a deep sigh as the two yelled at each other; she kept watching the news, unable to suggest anything of pertinence at the moment.
Meanwhile, back with Guilmon, the red bulk mountain of a dinosaur did just as he was being reported, and was padding through the streets; his head was now way over the buildings he once used to support himself. Each step he took was accompanied by a small swish of his gigantic tail over his muscled scaly rump, and said movement would casually knock or hit any by passers, were they left-over escapists or just any other resistance soldier in their sweeper-jeeps. Guilmon stopped just as he met himself with a 'dead end', in front of a very tall structure, that dwarfed even him, not by much but it was at least 60 feet taller than his current height. "Wooooow!" the digimon marveled at the sight before him. The huge sky-crapper making Guilmon's neck bend for the first time in hours. "Heh! I betcha I can get even taller than you!" he grinned, pushing his claw onto the building next to him, but stopping as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of a new something.
Glistening in before his amber eyes, his very image reflected onto the many mirror-like windows that coated the edifice's front. Guilmon grinned, lifting one of his arms and shaking it, as if waving in a greeting. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully to himself, even though to him it was another giant. "What's up? I never thought I'd find another Guilmon! Nice to meet you! My name's Guilmon!" he said, and soon found himself stretching his muscle-bound arm towards 'himself' in the reflection. Unfortunately, as he tried to grab the other claw, his incontrollable power made bits and dust of the windows in the sky crapper.
Guilmon blinked at this, following his arm in his gaze all the way up to the hole he had just made with his fist. The dinosaur was left speechless and void of any intelligent (if applicable) comment about this situation, he cocked his head to the side, feeling hazy all of a sudden, as his eyes fixated onto his bicep upon a second inspection of the facts: "Oooh, it tickles!" Guilmon giggled, a rare sight considering his rather manly, current form. Forgetting about his new 'friend' (Except maybe the first new friend attached to his groin) for a moment, Guilmon reviewed the overwhelming sight of his arm, grinning as the tickle resumed again and again.
The lizard decided to take care of the itch with his clawed fingers in his free hand, and at the same time, he kept watching his bicep; he was not sure why, and wouldn't be able to put it into words either, but its size and shape had such an attractive appeal to him, as if it was some sort of a fantasy came true, an object of inspiration, his Aphrodite so to speak. Nothing was wrong with it, except that maybe he kept wishing that it could become bigger, bigger than any other round thing he had ever seen. It was then that the tickle disappeared, and with that, Guilmon felt himself trembling all over. "Oh?" he wondered, breaking from his day dream as he looked back and forth between his well defined chest, his arms and what he could see of his shoulders. "What's... oh! It must be it again!" he grinned, embracing the unknown with open arms, literally. Guilmon stood straight, imposing his form over the city, and easily shading its majority of space as his neck arched back and he closed his eyes, waiting to savor the full moment of what was about to come. Prepped 'n ready the lizard was, and his reward for being an obedient and good boy was delivered with no delay, as suddenly the rumbling around his massive form intensified. Guilmon's outstretched arms bulged as he murred in delight; the already relatively-melon-sized biceps puffed up and inflated bigger, rounder, more veins popped around the large, growing muscle.
Guilmon felt it all: the surge of power, it was intoxicating and blissful, and he couldn't get enough of it! He couldn't help himself but flex as soon as he felt his arms grow bigger. And flex he did, admiring his arms as they bulged greater and bigger than ever; each of his biceps had grown to the size of a basketball each, his triceps along his arms hadn't fallen off the grow-a-thon however, and looked so big in fact, that were Guilmon back to a normal comparable body size, one would be sure that a single punch from only one arm would easily uproot the toughest of the trees, and maybe the entire forest along with it. "This feels soooo good!" Guilmon bellowed with might as he looked down, his chest ballooned outwards and puffed up greatly, both of the manly and powerful mounds made normal feminine D-Cup breasts seem ridiculous as his extremely large pectorals swelled bigger, rounder, accompanied by his ludicrous eight packs below. Guilmon felt them with one of his claws, he was a bit sad that his enormous chest didn't let him see past its sheer of white, but he was content at what he was feeling: each and all of his hard packs were swelling, they were becoming mightier, fuller, even more ripped! His godly form kept acquiring mass madly, at incomparable rates. Guilmon's strong legs and feet occupied the streets now, both from their size, and their over-growth with muscle, the lizard was smiling wickedly, his pupils had shrunk, and now he was feeling it on his groin again, that pleasurable feeling. Just as he gave one final murr of content and inhibited bliss, the process once again came to a halt, and with that, Guilmon had reached the awe-inspiring, absurdly tall height of 150 feet, having nearly doubled his previous stature, but now dwarfing the once proud and big sky crapper, that was now laying in ruins after his 'meeting' with his friend, and the advance of his clawed feet at its base in the midst of his newest expansion.
With his ever dull, satisfied smile, Guilmon said: "I told ya I could get bigger than you!"