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When I arrive home from work, I see that the package has finally arrived. The driver had dutifully delivered it to my porch for once without leaving one of those irritating "We Missed You" notes, no opportunistic individual had swiped it from my stoop, and neither had a flood, hurricane, or other act of god swept it away from me. It had even arrived early and with a few extras, apparently, for as I scoop it into my arm it feels a little heavier than I had anticipated it to be. The box was big too and it causes me to wonder what else the seller may have packed in along with what I had actually paid more. I was never entirely certain what I would get when I ordered something from eBay, though I admit I've been pretty lucky thus far.

I rush inside my home, nearly forgetting to close the door behind me before I carry the box to my kitchen table. With the help of a knife, I open it as quick as I can and am immediately confused. The item I had ordered, a collector's edition Digivice, was inside the box but it was black instead of the advertised (and highly valued) blue. More concerning were the items that the Digivice rested atop of. It looked like an assortment of leather clothing, and not the type to be worn casually. That would explain the extra weight, but not why the seller had it delivered it to me. Beneath the odd leather bindings was something apparently cylindrical wrapped up, but I wasn't interested in investigating that right about now. Rather, I pick up the Digivice and frown as I turn it over in my hands.

It looks like the real thing, well, as real as something from a Saturday morning children's cartoon show can get, with its small screen and its assortment of buttons but it was the wrong color, though in some ways it was right and wrong in ways I hadn't caught in my original assessment. It was mostly black with only a few patches of blue as if someone had painted over it, but no--that was the color of the plastic through and through. Still, it was little consolation that there was any blue at all, for it had to be pure blue, not this corrupted mishmash of colors.

I sigh and idly tap the buttons. Nothing is supposed to happen since, you know, it's a replica but something does happen. The device sparks and I yelp, nearly dropping the device as I juggle it in my hands for a few seconds before I catch it. I lift an eyebrow when I see the screen hasn't lit up so much as darkened, a single word in digital white font displaying on the blackened screen.

"Initializing..." I read.

Abruptly the device sparks again and this time I do drop it. It falls to my feet with a clatter and I look down just in time to see a myriad of colors rise up out of it, yellow, deep, dark grey, and white rising like smoke yet I can see they are composed of very small squares, like pixels, and there's some symbols in there as well,some letters but other apparent pieces of code I don't recognize. As the colors whirl around me, I step back and wave a hand which only manages to disperse the colors for the barest second before they surge forward and wrap around my arm. I yelp, stumbling back and falling on my rear as the colors expand and envelop me, swirling in a dizzying pattern.

This should be fun.

I blink.

Did I just--?

Yes.

No, no, I can't be hearing--

Stop worrying, start enjoying.

How can I not worry? Even as I ponder about the voice in my head, a presence that sounds sarcastic and feminine, the colors cease simply swirling around me and instead cling to my clothes. For a moment I can feel the seemingly digital mist pressing down on me and then in the next sudden lightness as my clothes dissolve into the colors, leaving me naked on the ground. I shiver at my sudden nudity.

"H-hey," I say. "Give 'em back."

I'm not sure who I'm talking to or even what, but it feels better than letting the colors have their way with me. I wave my arm to shoo away the colors and immediately regret it as a particularly grey portion latches on it.

Let it have its way.

I cry out as my arm and consequently me are pulled forward by the colors, bringing me to my knees. The swarming clouds my vision and I cover my face with my free arm until that arm too is tugged away. I struggle futilely as my bare arms are held out in front of me and then something strange happens. As before with my clothes, the grey pixels press into my arms. For a moment I'm afraid my arms are next to join the swirl, but instead the grey surges into my skin. Initially I shiver from the odd sensation, but I'm not cold. Rather my arms are warm, pleasantly so. It feels...good.

Doesn't it?

I nod. My enjoyment of the spreading warmth is shortly shattered when I can not only see, but feel that the color's presence is having more of an effect than on my temperature. My jaw drops when I see the grey fur growing over my arms, short and smooth and soft. I try to pull my arms unsuccessfully away again, only to watch as my arms grow thinner and more slender, toned yet not so muscular. I whimper as the colors touch particularly on my fingers, but there's little I can do as I see and feel my digits stretch, longer and slender and covered by a shining white fur rather than grey. My palms ache as the fur spreads there too, but my eyes are drawn to my darkening nails. I watch them stretch out, not quite claws but still quite sharp. What is happening to me? What am I becoming?

Something sexy.

The whisper of that voice sends shivers down my spine and I feel my penis start to stiffen. Abruptly, the colors release my arms and they fall to the ground. I stare at them. They look unlike the rest of me and that's--

Right.

"No," I protest and try to say more, but the colors are upon me again, swirling around my face. I groan, the sight of so many symbols and pixels dazing me. I try to blink away the colors and instead they latch onto my head. I gasp at the sudden warmth, then blink when a hovering bar appears in my vision.

Progress.

I shake my head, but the bar is already starting to fill up as I feel my cranium change. I groan, clutching at the sides of my head with unfamiliar hands as grey fur smooths over my skin while my already existing hair softens and lengthens and multiplies, starting to flow down on my back. My ears ring and I groan again, raising my hands to them too late as my ears escape me, rising slightly on head while their fur covered surface reshapes pointed and triangular now. The ring abruptly ceases as they continue to grow longer and longer along with my hair that now spills onto my bare back. I shiver as I feel fur start to sprout there too and also three curious dark tendrils each from my shoulder blades like decorate wings, but my attention is drawn towards my face as my jaw aches. I wince, gritting my teeth only for me to feel them alter as well, smaller and sharper. My nose recedes in my vision as I see the progress far fill up halfway. I wonder just where my nose is going before my jaws and nostrils press out into the start of a snout. My new snout stretches in front of me and by going cross eyed I can see my nose now. It's smaller and black and shaped differently, like a fox's. As my snout continues to stretch, the fur runs down my neck. I gulp and let out a sigh, the ensuing sound higher and lighter than I remember.

So sweet and sexy sounding.

"What?" I say, and indeed my voice does sound different, high, feminine, and a little coarse. I grasp at my throat and feel only smooth fur, my elongated furry ears raising with my concern. Next I'm clutching at my ears, feeling how long they are just as my snout stops stretching. I pant, my thinner, roughing tongue hanging out of my vulpine muzzle as I stare at the progress bar. It's nearly complete, but not done yet as accentuated by my already abundant hair continuing to grow, not even stopping when it touches the top of my butt.

I can do better.

I shiver as I feel fur sprout over my rear, the encroaching warmth back there causing my cock to stiffen even further. I aroused and ashamed of it, blushing more when I feel my rear begin to fill out. I turn my head and look over my shoulder, staring past my new snout to see my butt go from flat and a little flabby to something shapelier and smoothly furred by grey hairs. The sight of it makes me even harder and I look away.

It's alright. Enjoy this.

"S-stop this," I stutter. "Turn me back."

Now why would we do that? Come, let's have some fun.

The progress bar blinks and then vanishes in front of my face after my hair grows out just a little longer so that it drapes over my shapely rear. I notice now that the swirling of colored pixels have diminished now and also that they're concentrating, coming together. They twist around and I'm temporarily entranced, my mouth hanging open just before the mass launches towards my crotch.

I gasp and fall onto my plump rump, finding more cushioning there than before. I look down between my legs and see the pixels circling my crotch. A line of grey pixels spell out a message.

"Reconfiguring?" I read. "Hell no, you're not reconfiguring anything!"

I have no choice in the matter, however. The message shimmers then splits off into a myriad of pink feminine symbols.

"Oh no," I murmur.

Oh yes.

The code caresses my crotch and I shiver as white fur spreads over my crotch, up my chest, and grey fur down my legs. I reach down to cover my cock, but the colors press my hands away and take my shaft into their own hands. I moan and shiver, sounding very feminine indeed even as devious digital force strokes my shaft. Warms rises all over as the fur spreads everywhere it wasn't before, smoothing out my stomach and pressing my waist inwards while my cock stays harder as ever yet I can't cum. I should cum, I need to come, but I can only get more and more aroused. It feels as wrong as it does good, and I can't help but curl my toes at the sensation, toes that thicken save the smallest that shrinks away into the whole while the configuration of my feet change, heels lifting high as pads grow on my soles. I flex my new paws, nails growing out into claws that click against the ground. There should be something alarming about how my feet look like an animal's now, but something about their new configuration mixed with the constant stroking and the sensation of warmth as my legs become smoother and shapelier is more enticing and erotic than anxiety inducing. It--

Feels good, yes?

I nod.

Let's make it feel even better.

My eyes open wide and I yelp as I feel the force press down on my cock. I look down to see that my penis is being pressed into my furred crotch, shriveling and shrinking all the while. Another force tucks my testicles under my shrinking shaft and I don't even have a chance to say goodbye as they're sucked into a sensitive new hole. I moan again with that feminine voice and buck my hips, hips that ache and pop as they widen further and further. While my shrinking cock is pressed further and further in, I feel a pull above my rear as a thin, fuzzy new appendage pops out at the base of my spine. I force myself to tear my eyes away from my diminished dick and look over slimming shoulders shrouded in grey fur to see that have a tail now, a bushy white tail that fluffs out even bushier with every press on my manhood. I reach out a hand to touch it and feel fur that smooth and silky. I shiver as the pressure increases on my dick and my hand touching my tail is soon lost in the growth of new fur. It's already such a large tail and it's growing larger by the second. Briefly I hope it will help with my new stance before another powerful press brings my attention back to my crotch.

I look back in time to see what's left of my cock sink into freshly formed furred folds. For a moment it feels like I'm thrusting into someone else, but that sensation is soon replaced by the one of someone thrusting into me. I shudder and feel my new sex grow wet, my nethers pulsing while what's left of my dick, my new clit, nestles itself near the top of my dark lips. I rub thickening thighs together while behind me my tail experiences one last burst of growth, leaving it large and fluffy. It sways behind me and I shiver at the sensation of so many hairs brushing against the ground. I shiver again as my insides churn. I feel momentarily lightheaded and I pant as I feel my inner passage form, tunneling deeper and deeper until something else opens up with a burst of warmth. I blink dazed eyes and look down to look at my now flat crotch and see a--

A proper pussy, tight and already wet with need.

I blink. Well, yes but--

Look at how it pulses wantonly. Go on. Give it a touch.

I do, my soft fingers brushing against my softer lips and it sends shivers down my spine. I'm--

A girl.

"No, I'm a--"

Sexy, curvy Renamon girl.

I look down at my altered form with increased interest. Is that what I am? That would explains things. Well, sort of. Renamon isn't usually so curvy or so damn thick and the fur color didn't match--deep dark grey where there was usually yellow, and a shiny sort of white where it was usually more subdued, the areas where the two colors mingled patterned patchy and blocky like the colors couldn't decide where one ended and the other began. The big bushy tail and my long hair of head draped over a plump rump was another key difference, but so was my round rear and--

That plump pussy and big breasts.

What? Renamon doesn't have breasts. I don't have breasts either!

Not yet.

The swirling colors, what little remained floated up to my chest. I staggered to my feet and almost immediately fell, having to hold onto a wall for balance. The colors followed me, of course, and surged into my chest. Immediately warmth arose up there and below, one of my hands rising to my chest while the other sought my slick sex below. White fluff flowed out around my collarbone like a fuzzy mane while my pink nipples darkened below it, growing puffier and my areolas thicker. I brushed my fingers against my soft, sensitive lips and panted. Aroused and unable to help myself, I slip a finger in and--

Enjoy the sensation.

I do indeed, that voice no longer seeming adversarial and why would it be? It only wanted me to feel good and I...well, I want to--

Feel good too.

I nod and shiver as mounds swell beneath my puffy nipples, the start of my breasts, my--

Tits. Big, bouncy breasts.

"Yes..." I breathe, my feminine voice no longer sounding as alarming especially since it was so similar to the one in my head. I press my finger a little deeper in my slit and I moan, knees knocking together while my nascent tits bounce and continue to swell, left and right and forming that furrow between them. I squeeze at one and it's already so sensitive even as I feel it grow larger in my hand. I look down as I squeeze again, sighing softly in satisfaction as I watch them grow bigger and bigger so the one held in my hand soon overwhelms my dainty fingers. They're not mere handfuls, not anymore, and that's--

Fine. Yes, fine. I only need myself to know that, for who else is here but me? I smile, slowly removing my finger from my sex and bringing both hands now to cup my tits as best as I can. The warmth of that corruptive code surges one more time and my breasts likewise experience their last bit of growth. They're big now, not the biggest tits I've ever seen on a Renamon, but I'm satisfied because they're real and they're really my tits, my big bouncy breasts that hang heavily on my chest when I let my hands fall to my wide hips. It seems, however, that there's one more change, this time a surge of cold stiffens my nipples as code swirls around their stiff points. They form into the outlines of silver piercings with barbells pointing down. I shiver in anticipation of what's to come and can't help but squeal as there's a metallic ping, a mix of pleasure and pain, and soon I'm staring at my large breasts capped with puffy pierced nipples. I experimentally run my fingers over the piercings, feeling their cool metal before I brush my hands over my nipples. I gasp and my tail stiffens behind me, for my nipples feel so much more sensitive than before. Even without anything touching them, an errant breeze of cool err makes me cognizant of my arousal trickling from my slick sex. I brush some hair out of my eyes as I stare at my breasts, admiring them and wondering what it would be like to play with them. Well, why don't I?

I raise my hands to give my girls a squeeze, but then stop. A bit of fading color, that last bit of corruptive code, flits towards the box.

Of course, the box!

I rush over to the package, breasts bouncing and hips swaying, to peer inside the box. I bend over as I inspect it contents, my breasts pressing into the table and my tail lifted, my round ass and sex exposed to anyone nearby. Of course, there's only me here and still just the thought of that image makes me even more aroused. I quickly dig into the box and pull out the leather wear I saw before. There's a collar, two leather braces with zippers for maximum comfort and tightness, and a set of leather stockings fitted perfectly for my pawed feet connected via a metal skull to a buckle and belt on either one at the top so I could fit it snugly over my wide hips. I was already hot as is, but the thought of slipping on the tight leather was oh so enticing. It was even more enticing when I find out what had been lurking wrapped up at the bottom of the box, nothing other than a large, knotted grey dildo. I hold it in my hands, wondering if I can take it all, wondering if it was specifically crafted for me, wondering if whomever I bought the package from meant for this to happen.

I shake that last thought away. Intentional or not, I'm glad that this happened to me. How else would I be a busty, svelte Renamon girl ready for some sex here and now. This was better than some lame collector's item, this was the real Renamon thing. I look down at my highly sexualized form. Well...close enough, at least. No, better! I purr and put the dildo down for now as I grab the bracers. I pull them over my arms and shiver as I tug the zippers nice and tight. Next are the leather stocks that take me a little bit to step into, unfamiliar with my form as I am, but in the end I'm able to fit my paws and thinner, toned legs through them before buckling close and comfortable around my hips, the metal skulls cool against my legs. My pussy is still exposed, of course, and so is most of my ass and a portion of my thighs but that's ok. I take it in and I must admit that the clothing accentuates my figure, my curves more defined within their confines. Lastly, I place the collar around my neck, fitting it loose at first, then progressively tighter and tighter until it is in no way loose, the tightness confining as it is comforting...and arousing. I'm--

Ready for some fun.

Yes. Dressing up so lewdly has made me all too aware of my already strong want, no, need for sexual satisfaction and now I think I'm ready for it. Never mind that I was a man, a human man, not too long ago--this form has wants, I have wants, and who am I to tell myself no to desires I can so easily accomplish? I take the dildo from the table and consider what to do with it. A multitude of ideas spring to mind, but one stands at the forefront and I excitedly move to a more open area, my tail swaying in excitement. I plop the dildo on the bare floor. Shivering with anticipation, I stand over it and squat down, positioning my bared pussy over that thick grey tip. I stare at it, wondering if I can take it in, take it all in, but of course I can. I'm a sexy, curvy Renamon girl with a pussy that's tight and already wet with need. I'm ready for this, ready for some fun.

Without a second of hesitation, I lower myself down with my hands on my knees, the leather creaking. The tip spreading my lips comes as a pleasant shock that causes my whole form to shiver, my ears laying flat against my head while I let out a soft moan with my sweet, sultry voice. My whole body shakes and my breasts jiggle, and then it all happens against as I let that shaft enter me. I let out another moan, this one shorter than the last as my heart starts beating faster. My tail lifts as if to invite the dildo further in and I can't help but laugh. Still, this is only the beginning and my determination heightens as I lower myself down, plunging that shaft deeper into my sex. I shudder, having no doubt in my mind that I can take it all now, my inner walls clamping down hungrily on something that just doesn't satisfy yet. My breasts jiggle with every little movement and when I'm halfway down the dildo I lift my hands to them and begin to squeeze and caress the soft, sensitive flesh. Lower and lower I go and deeper and deeper the shaft goes into me and yet I crave more and more. Soon, going deeper isn't enough and when I feel my netherlips abruptly hit the knotted base and I'm panting, aroused, and still not quite there, I know what to do. I start to move up and down on the dildo, slowly at first, but then faster and faster as I huff going up and mewl out a moan that go along with the creaks and squeaks of the leather as I slam down, the stimulation of that solid base that much more pleasurable. Up and down, up and down, I go, the increasingly slickened shaft easier and easier to maneuver on while I play with my breasts, squeezing, groping, but mostly of all tugging at those piercings, the ensuing mixture of pleasure and pain stopping me from totally melting into a pleasure induced haze. I want to feel it all and feel it all I do, the leather on my soft fur and neck, the sensitivity of my nipples, the softness of my breasts, the sensation of being penetrated over and over at an increasing rate, the soft sway of my fluffy tail behind me, its movements increasingly frenzied, and finally the shocking sensitivity of my clit as I bring one hand to touch it too.

Finally it's all too much. I go down one last time and pleasure overwhelms me as I hit the base. I fall back on my plush rump, writhing in pleasure, the dildo still stuck tightly in my pulsing pussy. I pant and moan over and over, my cries sounding nothing like the man I used to be and so much like the Renamon woman I am now. I revel in that, groping my breasts and admiring my fine figure as I let the pleasure wash over me, the haze of self satisfaction swallowing me whole. I stare at the ceiling and see something through the haze, a myriad of circulating text. I smile as I recognize it for what it is, code, lewd code, text for the perfect way to self pleasure a busty, lusty Renamon.

"That's me..." I purr, committing the code to memory as I twitch my hips, wincing in pleasure at the dildo buried still so deep inside of me. Other lewd ideas soon form in my mind during the warm afterglow, ideas for self pleasure and for fun with others, ideas that sound so right for my body and mind. I smile and look over to the infected Digivice, wondering what else it might do for me, if not others...