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It started out low on his body, coalescing in his rear end first. He groaned as his cheeks bloated with size, surpassing even what he'd had at his biggest size. A moan of delight escaped from his throat the longer that it continued, craving all the size that was being pumped into him. He wanted it to keep going, making him as big as possible, not halting until he was good and ready...

...Only for the sensation to stop right then and there. He opened his eyes in surprise, unsure of what just happened until he noticed how ample his booty had become. His ass, and only his ass, had swelled to impossible heights, while the rest of him remained exactly the same as before. Of all the times for the Gabumon to have a sense of humour... "Hilarious."

"Just wanted to remind you of how much of an ass you were the first time we met," Chris guffawed, his heavily muscled chest bouncing at the other mon's delayed reaction. "Okay, for real this time."

Like before, Jonas sensed the energy coming from the colossus diffusing throughout his entire being. He loved the warming essence spreading across his body like it was emanating from his very soul. In an instant, every part of his form felt the warmth reach it, and was ready to receive the Gabumon's blessing.

Bulk spilled down his frame like water along a banister after a rainfall, collecting in particular areas to beef him out farther than where he started. He'd forgotten to remove his clothing, though that'd been pushed to the back of his mind as the only thing that mattered to him was getting beefier. He coveted the size being pumped into him, ballooning up as if being connected to an air compressor fitted to shoot muscle out of its nozzle. It made him want more.

His arms swelled up immensely, more than tripling their size in a matter of seconds as the amount of heft given in order to achieve that was a drop in the hat for the other Digimon considering that he'd likely cause an insane amount of property damage were he to try to leave. He loved the thought of that, hoping that he'd make it up to that size soon. Those limbs of his bloated enormous in seemingly the blink of an eye, his triceps flaring out huger than other people's thighs.

Jonas' chest was next, piling on weight like it was going out of style and that he wanted the rest of the supply for himself. He huffed, watching his pecs rise higher with each heaving breath, adoring the utter immensity that they'd grown to become. They felt heavenly in his grasp. He fondled them with zeal, wanting them to go further beyond what even his wildest dreams had come up with.

His back widened in sync with his front, giving him the appearance of someone who practically lived in the gym. Winglike lats larger than what they used to be became a reality in no time flat, shredding right through both his T-shirt and jacket without much difficulty. Not that he minded as this was something that he cared about more than anything else at that moment.

The same could be said for his lower half, with his quads surging with beef like it'd never had previously. They'd grown lean, not enough for the individual striation to show through, but just enough to make it look like they were nothing but rippling muscle mass. They blasted his pants right off, not even giving them any mercy as he reduced them to strips of fabric that fell to the bed below him. It would all be worth it in the end.

And then there was his package, already erect from the feeling of growth welling up over his entire body, now feeling it for itself. His dick bulged with need, bloating up past the size of a two-litre bottle and wanting to release his seed despite having done so mere moments ago. Having orbs balloon beyond medicine balls certainly helped achieve that.

It was all so much to take in at once that Jonas worried that he couldn't handle it all happening. He wanted this so badly, and he didn't want it to stop, but it felt like a lot to manage as he hadn't become used to it yet. That caused him to steel his resolve and hold on as best as he could. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he wasn't about to give up, no matter how big the Gabumon made him. He was going to accept anything that was given to him, and he was going to love it.

Yet, he couldn't stop himself from feeling panic begin to trickle through him as he sensed his limbs start to bloat past the point of bending properly. No longer able to rest his arms by his sides, they were forced to stay at an ever-increasing angle as more and more beef was packed onto his frame. He gasped when the growth stopped, untold pounds of musculature forcing his head to lock straight forward as he stared at the other mon in alarm. "You're not actually gonna leave me like this, are you?"

"Naw, I just think this is funny. I'd only make someone a meatball if they wanted that," Chris explained. With a wry smirk, he let the growth commence again.

The warmth blanketed Jonas for a third time that night, only he could tell that this one felt different. Relief began to envelop him as his frame started lengthening, allowing for his immense muscularity to spread around his form like it was meant to.

While developing more realistic proportions, his body still maintained irrational dimensions that would make him stand out in most any crowd that he'd happen to find himself in. Even though they were smaller than they just were, his pecs actually felt heavier than before, a firm grope with both hands indicating to him that he couldn't even dent the flesh. It elicited a glob of preseed to belch forth from his monumental python.

Speaking of which, his pole had swelled past the size of what his torso used to be, a fact that thrilled him to his core. He loved that it alone left his former body in the dust. And his balls - god, how they were massive! They churned fresh spunk the bigger that he got, waiting for the perfect chance to unleash it all into the world.

It was as if Jonas' soul had orgasmed, feeling the rate of his growth begin to peter out, but feeling himself multitudes larger than where he had started that evening. The horn at the end of his snout flourished in tandem with his burgeoning frame, thankful that it didn't get left behind as it would've made him appear very bizarre compared to his ExVeemon compatriots. But they didn't have the bulk that he did; no, he'd have to let them experience this kind of size firsthand, let them clamber on top of him. He'd share his gifts with anyone who wanted to.