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Within a single dorm were four college students enjoying a day off from their classes. Two of them, Rod the Gabumon and Ricky the Guilmon, decided to go out and finally spend some time at the campus' gym.

But the moment they did, their other dormmates, Terry the Terriermon and Doug the Impmon were soon clashing yet again.

"Dude! I think I told you to stay away from my stuff!" Terry huffed, snatching back one of his toys, a rather thick looking dildo.

"Aw come on, but you got the best stuff..." Doug said, fake pouting. "And besides, you owe me for using up all my lube!" He reached for the toy, but the other digimon held it up even higher, using his ears to keep his toy just out of the short imp's reach, snickering as he watched his friend hopping higher and higher, but falling just short each time.

While jumping, Doug lost his balance and the two of them fell, luckily being caught by the bed they were arguing in front of. As they landed on the soft surface, their bodies were now lying over each other's with Doug on top, his own face very, very close to his friends.

"Alright, alright. You want me to stop stealing your stuff? Then you gotta do it yourself then. After all, what's a toy compared to the real thing?" Doug challenged, rubbing his hand down the larger digimon's uncovered chest, feeling the soft fur underneath his hands.

With their bodies so close being aided by what was clearly teasing, Terry soon caught on and with those fingers sailing through his fur, the idea became more and more appealing.

"Alright..." With another smirk on his face, he crept his ears towards the imp digimon and then struck, wrapping around the smaller male's frame. "But we're going all the way this time. No chickening out this time!"

Before there was an agreement on Doug's end, he was already tugged upwards and pushed into a kiss with Terry. The bigger male led, first making it soft but quickly advancing the embrace of their mouths by pushing his tongue into Doug's.

Doug struggled at first, but the moment that fat tongue was pushed into his mouth, he started to melt once it started rubbing against his own. With his body already trembling, he dared to flick his own tongue against the other, soon leaving them both to swirl and flick against each other.

Even that started out restrained and simple, but as the two of them were getting more and more turned on, their kiss was devolving into them flailing their tongues against each other, trading saliva between the two of them. It leaked from the corners of their lips and between swapping spit, the two of them drew shuddery breaths.

But it was ultimately ended by Doug who pulled back to catch his breath, feeling his lungs throbbing after holding out for as long as he could. Between the two of them was a thick string of spit, showing just how powerfully they kissed against each other.

With his face hot, Doug was about to apologize for ruining the moment, but before he could, Terry started to laugh.

"That's the longest you've ever lasted!" he snickered.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm scared or something?" Doug asked, his embarrassment turning into a drive to prove his friend wrong. So instead of wasting his breath, the impmon instead trailed down his bigger friend's body.

Terry said no more, smirking to himself. His plan had worked and he got Doug to take that step on his own. Those fingers were again slinking down his body, grazing through his pelt, reaching all the way down to the band of his shorts.

Still determined to prove his friend wrong, Doug boldly pulled them down. But he gasped once immediately met with the sight of Terry's hard cock springing free. He had forgotten that the terriermon liked to go commando, but he wasn't about to falter.

Boldly, he eased his face towards the rather thick rod, getting just close enough to pick up a hint of his musk. The moment it set in his nose, he was instantly hooked and drew in for more. Forgetting his nerves, the impmon just pressed his nose directly to the thick and sweat-drenched foreskin.

The smell in his nose told him that it had been a few days since his friend had bathed, pouring the slightly stale odor of male musk into his nose. And the sweat that clung to the cock's surface was making his mouth water, just imagining the thick malessness sitting within his hot and muggy shorts until the surface was dewey with perspiration.

Terry said nothing, but looked down his own body at the other digimon huffing the scent that clung to his dick, smearing the sweat to his own nose as he drifted his nose along the length.

The more he sniffed, the stronger the odor was, giving Doug more hints to work with, now able to distinguish the faint traces of cum and even piss that was likely left to ferment on the surface.

"Nice and sweaty..." Terry finally said, releasing the musk-traced digimon. "Just the way you like it, huh?"

"Bet it tastes as good as it smells..." Doug alluded, reaching for and gripping the shaft, giving it a slow pump, and angling it towards his open mouth.

Before the fun could truly start, the door was suddenly flung open, revealing Rod and Ricky, who stopped in their tracks and looked at the others with wide eyes. But they quickly sized up the situation and, after sharing a glance and nod, quickly closed the door behind themselves.

"Looks like we got here just in- Dudes! Are you doing that on my bed!?!" Rod groaned.

"Calm down. After all.." Ricky then smirked, gripping his basketball shorts. "...This gives us an excuse to punish them."

"Sounds good to me..." Rod agreed. Together, the two of them dropped their own shorts, revealing their own jockstraps that hugged their bodies. They took advantage as the other two were gawking at them. And soon they each had taken hold of a victim, squishing their faces into the damp, musky fabric of their jocks.

The smells coming from their bodies were even stronger than Terry's, amplified by coming back from a complete workout and then finding that the gym's showers were out of order, leading them to return sooner than expected.

"Aw, man... You reek, Rod!" Terry groaned, feeling the swampy garment being dragged across his cheek.

"Like you're one to talk," the chubby gabumon shot back. He was stronger than the other chubby male, easily holding him in place. And though it was fun to grind his covered cock against the soft fur of friend's face, Rod was a bit jealous when he looked over to see Ricky's jock being eagerly licked by Doug.

The impmon had given in the moment the intense after-workout musk attacked his senses and he gave in instantly, dropping to his knees and shamelessly dragging the surface of his tongue over the jock, collecting the strong, bitter flavor of sweat directly over his taste buds.

Standing over him, Ricky simply watched and grinned as he was licked, enjoying the soft pleasure that came each time. Slowly, his jock was getting even wetter and warmer, making his cock slowly swell and rise.

It took a bit of coaxing, but Terry soon gave in and openly huffed at the steady odor that wafted from the garment, rubbing his nose up and down the bulge that twitched and started to harden as well.

Soon, the two smaller digimons took hold and pulled the jocks down, exposing the other's sweat-glistened and musky bits. Rod stood with pride when his rather plump balls fell free from the tight fitting jock, also covered in fresh sweat that tantalized the onlooking terriermon.

Ricky did the same and showed off his rather lengthy dick, letting it flop over the impmon's nose. The moment it did, Doug shuddered and moaned. The smell of guilmon sweat pierced his senses, making his heart race. Going along with his own excitement, the purple mon led with his tongue, slowly lapping them against the pair of orbs, twirling around the circumference and watching them sway back and forth.

"The showers were busted. So, you don't mind cleaning it up yourself, right?" Rod teased, rubbing his shaft against the other digimon's lips, smearing the sweat onto the soft surfaces. In return, soft kisses were delivered to the shaft, starting at the base and reaching up to the tip.

Terry gave into the strong reek and services his friend like he was asked to. Reaching all the way up and adding the touch of his tongue, swirling it around the cockhead and dipping it underneath the foreskin, exposing him to an even stronger taste lying within. Awaiting him was all of the perspiration that trickled into the folds, fermenting over time, giving both a much stronger taste and odor when roused.

Along with sweat, both remnants of pre, jizz, and even piss that seeped within. The flavor was something he could not describe, bitter but also earthy. It clung to his tongue, imprinting the flavor. Despite it all, he continued to dip his tongue tip inside, slowly cleaning the foreskin from within first.

"Yeah..." Rod moaned. "Just like that..."

Blushing, Terry continued until he licked it all clean, licking his lips and smearing the mixed substance on them as well. He then moved to the cock itself, wrapping those lips around the tip and pushing his own head down, sinking it around the length.

At the same time, Doug had popped both balls into his mouth and was using his tongue to clean them, lapping up the thin film of sweat and slight grime that coated the smooth scaled sack. Doing so earned him some deep moans and he smirked around it, still licking steadily. Ricky's cock was now fully hard, still balanced on his face, and leaking between his eyes.

The scent of it was fully blown in his nose, constantly wafting out into it. And with it was a heat that radiated, making the bridge of his nose wet with both sweat and precum, marking him in the guilmon's scent.

Ricky tilted his head back and continued to moan as he felt himself being cleaned. The tongue put a bit of pressure against his balls that felt amazing when grazing upwards and back down.

"Your tongue is so smooth... Mmm, keep it up..."

Blushing a bit, the impmon did as he was told and licked just a bit faster, making sure to lap the entire circumference of the ballsack, finding the sweat from the behind to be even stronger tasting.

Back to Rod and Terry, the gabumon was at first watching his cock being blown but as the pleasure started to build, he growled and grabbed the back of his friend's head. At the same time, he pushed Terry's head down and thrust upwards, jamming his dick directly down the even wetter and tight throat.

"Yeah! Take my thick cock... All of it!" Rod huffed, pumping into the gagging male, forcing him to take every inch. He loved being rough, feeling the thrill of his dick being stuffed down and against the soft walls. Even more exciting, the other digimon took him well, swallowing around the shaft and tip, already milking precum that oozed down into the awaiting stomach.

But doing so triggered something within the blowing male. His gag reflex was ignored and just when his entire windpipe was filled, there was a sudden reaction.

Everyone in the room stopped and gasped as Terry started to digivolve, soon becoming bigger and changing form into a Gargomon.

"Whoa! Check out the new look!" Rod complimented, looking his friend's new body over. "Hehe. You got guns for hands now. Guess we can say goodbye to those handjobs of yours." He humped again and groaned. "But now there's a lot more room in here. An even trade I guess..."

Picking up where he left off, Rod vigorously pounded into the tight throat, glad to have even more room to really push his cock inside.

On the other side of their dorm, Doug continued to suck off the fat pair of balls, feeling them churing against his tongue. But wanting to take it all a step further, he reached up and started to jerk off the guilmon's cock, pumping in time with his licks, milking more precum that was slathering over his face, making it messier and messier.

"Whooaa! You're really catching on, Dougie!" Starting to pant, Ricky rode out the pleasure from being heavily sucked from his balls and steadily jerked off. It was more than twice of what he was expecting, leaving him nearly weak-kneed against the dual actions.

The dorm was alive with sex of both sides, Rod was forceful using the new form of his friend, humping harder and harder as he pleasure grew, listening to the gags and groans that came from forcing his entire shaft inside.

And on the other side, Ricky was being worked over, watching it all playing out, seeing his precum steadily spilling out and painting his friend's face, feeling the pleasure within him building up.

And at about the same time, the two of them were reaching their peaks. Rod announced as such and pulled out of the tight throat, gripping his cock and quickly stroking with one hand while keeping Terry's mouth open with the other. With a few more quick pumps he growled then came. But the growl that came from him was deeper and beastlier than any he made before. And following suit was his own digivolution.

Having already achieved his own champion form, Rod instead became a weregarurumon. He grew exponentially taller, nearly touching the ceiling at eight feet. All the while, he was still cumming, shooting his load all over the also evolved digimon's face.

Panting heavily, Rod looked over his new form, noting how big he was. His cock had gotten bigger as well. It had also changed shape; he lost his thick foreskin but had gained a knot instead, something he lacked even as a garurumon.

He looked up just in time to see Ricky also being pushed over the edge and reaching his next form as well. Doug groaned as the balls in his mouth were expanding and he felt his face being splattered with thick cum as a growlmon now stood above him, towering over the small digimon at seven and a half feet.

After cumming onto their smaller friends, Rod and Ricky took a moment to look at each other's new forms, trading compliments and even praising each other on the size of their new cocks.

With their bigger bodies came a newfound libido and the two of them bounced back, ready for another round. Their lust was also much stronger. Barely able to contain himself, Ricky reached down and lifted Doug up. First he lapped his large tongue over the imp digimon's face, licking up his own extremely sticky cum.

As it slathered over the surface, he then plunged right over Doug's tongue and directly down his tight little throat. He rocked it up and down the length of it, now tongue fucking his friend while Doug himself did hid best to return the action, moaning around it and feebly grinding his smaller tongue against the other.

Once they were done kissing, Ricky had an idea that they all agreed upon.

Ricky chuckled to himself as his feet were grinding over Terry's cock, easily smothering the both of them against his twin hot and sweaty soles. It was amusing to see the smaller digimon squirming underneath his size and it was so easy to tease him.

Right next to them, Rod was sitting as well, enjoying the feeling of a small and warm tongue licking at his wide feet, worshiping them.

Doug was giving it all he had. He didn't even mind that he was the other to now reach a new form. It was so hot to be surrounded by bigger males, even better that they were all so musky and eager to fool around. With them trading partners, he was now made to pleasure Rod and he chose to clean up his large footpaws.

Being so close, his nose was constantly filled with the cheesy stink of sweaty, unwashed feet. And licking over them exposed him to a grungy flavor that made his stomach clench. He was infatuated with the expansive feet, jerking himself off as he continued to clean and sniff them.

Back to the others, Terry was also enjoying a pair of large feet, but he instead felt two damp and hot soles grinding against his dick. Smooth scales rubbed over it, making the feeling all the better. He groaned from the pleasure and watched as the bigger male was at the same time jerking himself off at the sight of his own feet becoming messier with precum and the sweat of the gargomon's dick.

"Your feet are so big and hot..." Terry moaned, watching them slowly grind in small circles. He couldn't keep himself from groaning at every little touch.

Doug was still cleaning the footpaws, but was now giving special attention to the toes, licking each fat digit and even in between them, savoring the burst of flavor that lay in those small spaces, licking them free of it's stale sweat and replacing it with his own saliva instead.

And once both large feet were slick with his spit, he brought them together and took it upon himself to place his cock in between them and busied himself with humping hard against them both.

"What's the point of cleaning them if you're just gonna get them all messy again?" Rod teased as he flexed his feet together.

"T-that's part of the fun!" Doug groaned, feeling the sudden increase of pleasure. With both soles sandwiching on his dick, he made quick humps, using his own spit to lube the way, thrusting over the slightly rough paws and mixing his own hints of musk with the smelly footpaws, taking deep huffs to add to his own excitement.

Terry was moaning louder as well, feeling on foot press against his cock until it slipped between his large toes. The sling foot was pumping up and down, now jerking his entire cock off while the other was softly pressing at his balls.

They worked in conjunction, one directly stroking at the other male's cock, while the other played with the soft furred sack, rubbing the slightly tickling pelt against his sole.

"How's this?" the growlmon asked, deciding that it looked rather fun.

But all he got in response were gasps and moans, leaving him to take a wild guess.

The large digimon continued to stroke themselves while watching their smaller friends play with their feet until the both of them were crying out.

Doug came first and pumped his cock, aiming it at one foot then the other in between volleys of his climax, shooting his ropes on both of them, watching them become glazed with his pearlescent ropes.

Terry groaned as he came hard against the jerking foot, squirting his load over it and watching it ooze over the other toes and foot, wearing a wide smile as the orgasmic bliss took hold of him. But it was short lived when the growlmon pulled him close and soon shoved his mouth down on the large cock.

Ricky groaned as he pulled and pushed his friend's head along, soon snarling as he blew his load down the swallowing throat, sighing as he milked every rope that he could give from himself.

And following suit was Rod, lifting up Doug and sitting him down directly on his canine cock. The pointed tip made it easy for the impmon's ass to be penetrated and the others watched as he pulled down the length, soon showing a bulge in his stomach.

Using the mess of pre and cum that was already on his shaft, Rod held the smaller mon in place while he started to hump into him, going faster and stronger until his hips surged upwards, shoving his knot inside and howling upon pouring his load deep inside of Doug's stomach...

Afterwards, Ricky was standing tall and gripping his cock, having promised the others a reward if they kept their mouths open. They all did so, expecting to be given a mouthful of jizz straight from his fat balls, but when the growlmon groaned, what came out was a hot, golden stream of piss.

It poured into Terry's mouth first, quickly filling it up due to it's sheer volume and power when rushing out. He then moved quickly to Doug, who could only take about half of what Terry could, groaning as he had to close his mouth and gulp it down.

And Rod drank the rest of the acrid liquid down, moaning softly as he felt it running over his smooth tongue and pooling into his throat. He just barely managed to hold out just as the last dribbles fell from Ricky's length. With the others watching, he proudly gulped his mouthful of piss down and felt the hot stuff rushing down his throat.

With a sigh to finish it off, Ricky then suggested that he and Rod finally get a shower. And the latter digimon suggested the others tag along, promising more fun waiting for them...