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The sun hung low in the sky as it beamed across the Digital City, illuminating the bustling streets in a warm glow of light. The day was in the process of winding down as the inhabitants of the city left work for the welcome comfort of home.

Sam, however, had the day off from work and had been wandering around town. It'd been a while since the Leomon had really taken the opportunity to do so, even when he had the time on the weekends. The evening had barely started and he still had things that he wanted to do before he mingled with the rest of the nightlife that populated the city's more adult areas. He really ought to take time off more often.

It amazed him how empty the nearby park was as it usually bustled with Digimon from all walks of life. With little to do after hours he supposed that it made sense there'd be no one around but him. The quiet was appreciated, especially with how hectic work normally got. Having nothing around him happening was a luxury that he could never afford.

And, of course, that's when something strange caught his attention. In his peripheral vision he thought that he saw what appeared to be some sort of weird line above the horizon - initially chalking it up to his eyes playing a trick on him - until he glanced over and observed that, indeed, a small rift cracked the sky apart above the ocean. It wasn't much of anything at the moment, but he knew from experience that that could change in an instant.

Rifts happened occasionally across the city, to the point where a dedicated team of individuals had been assembled to take care of them when they occurred. The problem was that they usually needed time to set up and he had no idea how long that could take. Would they even know what was going on? Perhaps he should figure out what their number was so that he could give them a call.

Huh, there really wasn't another person around right now. He'd considered that to be a tad odd, but with everyone heading home at the moment it wasn't like it didn't make sense. Being the only one there, he figured that he should at least get some photos to send in and give that team an idea of what's going on.

Whipping out his phone, he fumbled with the touch screen for a bit before he brought up the camera. Viewing the rift through his phone made it seem far more captivating than in person - he wondered if his brain had just been trained as such over the years or if that was just the nature of these fissures. Oh well, it'd still make for some nice pictures.

It was during the process of lining up the shot that Sam noticed something that he'd never seen before in person. Out of the rift came thin rays of data, passing through it from the internet at large. He was aware that these were literally breaches into the rest of the internet, but he'd only ever heard about their ability to let information freely flow through them. It was honestly rather mesmerizing to watch, he'd admit, and he knew that it'd make for a good shot.

He might've been too much of a perfectionist for his own good - he spent a good chunk of time lining up the shot before snapping a single photo. In those few moments the streams of data quickly grew ever so much nearer, not blazing fast like how some people drove their cars through the city, but fast enough that they'd traversed a good amount of distance, closing the gap between the rift and the distracted Digimon.

Swiping through the photos, he clicked his tongue, wondering if any of them were good enough to send off to the appropriate authorities. In his inattentive state he failed to notice the beams getting closer to him. Having his back turned to the breach likely wasn't the wisest decision that he could've made that evening, but he had no way of knowing what they were truly capable of as they were dealt with relatively quickly. It didn't help that this one spat out information at a significantly faster rate than any of the other ones that came before it.

More and more the data drew nearer to the leonine Digimon, who still hadn't looked up to notice the approaching streams. The rays of information seemed to take on a life of their own, almost as if hunting for something, searching like slow-motion lightning for the paths of least resistance. They crooked and bent in several directions from the gaping hole in the sky, but eventually all of them began to point in the same direction - toward Sam.

The Leomon was none the wiser to the events happening behind him as his phone still commanded his full attention. He hummed to himself, scratching the parts of his sumptuous chest that poked out from the top of his button-up polo shirt as he uploaded the best photos. Well, his job was over. Time for the appropriate team to step in and--

He gasped when he felt something pierce his skin, then another thing, and a third. Altogether, seven different beams of data plunged into his body without any warning, but it was weird - the sensations didn't hurt in the slightest. What was weirder was that they didn't pass through him like he was anticipating. What was going on?

Turning around gave him his answer. The moment that he saw the streams of information was when he nearly jumped out of his skin, a little bit of panic running through him upon seeing something terrifying and extraordinary for the first time. And for whatever reason these beams stayed in place no matter where he moved. They remained attached to him whenever he stepped this way and that, not leaving the closest part of his body to the rift in the sky. To be honest, he found this cooler than he likely should've. Oh well, fun's over; now it was time to--

Another gasp shot past his lips as his body temperature skyrocketed, a sudden heat making his attire feel like it was roasting him alive. His body tensed, his musculature involuntarily bulging as a result. He took it back - this wasn't cool anymore. What was happening to him?!

That's when he took a look at the beams and discovered the answer. These weren't static rays that affixed to him like he momentarily thought, but rather genuine streams of data that pulsed into him at a particularly frightening rate. He had no idea what the cause was or how it started. All that he knew was that they were focused on him, and there likely wasn't a way to get them to stop. Of course this had to happen when there wasn't anyone else around!

The feeling continued to rise inside of him, but for the life of him he couldn't understand why. What's these things' end goal with him? Something was welling up across his body - he could feel it in all of his limbs. Was it just to freak him out?

The answer should've been more obvious to Sam - these beams were forcing raw data into him at an ever-increasing rate, and Digimon were remarkably receptive to receiving data.

It was subtle at first, but the initial signs of the streams' effects were beginning to take shape. Little by little his form swelled as information pummeled his spirit. His already impressive musculature started bloating without him noticing, measurements all over his body creaking larger by inches at a time. It might've only put a few pounds on him at most, but that was just the start of his ascension.

Once gotten a taste for growth, his muscle mass then handily absorbed more of what was being given to him, making the rate of his downloading quicken without him telling it to. He could feel it with his shirt first and foremost. The tight fabric started straining while attempting to accommodate his burgeoning bulk, trying its best to keep himself decent despite not being designed with something like this in mind. It would be fighting an uphill battle.

The collar of his polo grew tight around his neck, not enjoying how his traps swelled a bit larger. They already gave it grief before, but he figured that a little discomfort would be worth the looks that he'd get at the club. If only the partygoers could see him now.

More and more his bulk bulged, taking in all that it could accept at the moment. That was when the first signs that his shirt would give up the ghost presented themselves. The need for space necessitated the need to open all three of the buttons instead of just the first one, though that only did some immediate good. His chest filled out more space as beef piled onto it, pushing out the material greater than he ever did before.

He huffed when he felt his solid pectorals through the fabric of his shirt, surprisingly not hating the development as much as he initially thought that he would've. He'd always taken pride in his physique, so getting larger wasn't that big of a deal to him. The one thing that he wished was that he'd have had the opportunity to remove his top before he started swelling as the polo was one of the nicer shirts that he had. Ah well, he could just get another one - one that fit his new gains a lot better.

Sam had to admit, this was pretty nice all things considered. Soaking up free data like this could've been risky as all hell, but he totally lucked out that he got stuff that didn't mess with him too much.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the rate of information absorption picked up, catching him entirely off-guard. Now it wasn't just his pecs but his whole upper body joining in. His brawny arms got more heft tacked onto them, forcing him to carry deliciously beefy limbs that could now easily outlift a lot of the other guys in the gym with how thick the data was making them, to the point that the bottom of the sleeves started ripping. Those horseshoe triceps of his were massive all on their own, but combined with the rest of his arms it gave him quite that intimidating appearance that contrasted with his easy going nature.

And they still kept growing, which is where he started getting concerned. He could feel his back persist in its ballooning, getting hillier as the distance between the peaks of his muscles and the valleys between them grew larger. The bloating of both his traps and lats further provoked the destruction of the tense shirt fabric as more and more tears began to form, much to his chagrin.

It was the combination of his back and chest billowing at the same time that finally did the polo in. The strained material held on as much as it possibly could before shredding into ribbons from the impossible task of containing hundreds of pounds of Digibeef, falling in a circle around his feet. Any vocalizations that he might've made got caught in his throat at the sight of his upper body utterly destroying his favourite shirt.

And with the material out of the way, it gave him the ideal view of his own engorging bulk. His chest - which he really only got the best view of in the mirror - could now easily be admired with his own two eyes, but especially by his hands. He groped his own enormity, astounded by just how thick and firm the muscle masses were. Was this really him?

Sam didn't get to focus much on his pectorals before feeling a familiar sensation throb throughout his lower half. In his haste in observing his torso he forgot to do anything about his pants, which were now at the mercy of his own body as he was long past the time of shucking them off. His legs had grown along with the rest of him, but now they had the spotlight all to themselves and they were ready to give a show of their own.

A slight hiss involuntarily came from his mouth as he felt the tightening of the denim. It took him a bit of effort to slide into them in the first place, so he wasn't very appreciative when they began constricting around his burgeoning heft. His package in particular was the biggest loser of his growth as his stiffening cock had no choice but to bloat down a cramped pant leg.

Thighs that could crush watermelons at the best of times could now do that without trying, filling out the ever-dwindling space in the pants as the seconds ticked on. Every flex was uncontrollable in nature, which meant that he couldn't have predicted the tears forming down the sides to occur. He didn't hate their appearance, however, as it gave him a bit of a reprieve.

Things only got better from there as his surging quads spearheaded the total annihilation of his jeans, ripping them both inside and out before his widening trunk burst the waistband in two. His boxers went along with them, which thrilled him to bits given how restrictive those had grown too.

And just like that, he was buck naked in a matter of moments. Truthfully he didn't hate it, especially when he didn't have anyone snapping pics of him. He loved it when people did, but only on his own terms. Maybe if the beams stopped right then he could get some pretty nice ones to send to people...

He didn't even have a chance to check to see if his phone survived before the strength of the beams intensified, now shooting an additional blast into him as the rift gradually yawned ever wider. His eyes bugged out when he noticed that. The new ray formed and immediately found him in seconds. They could do that?! As nice as it all felt, he grunted as alarm bells rang out through his head.

The data surging into his growing frame was relentless, forcing him to flourish in order to take in more. He wasn't sure just how exactly he was going to take on additional muscle mass, but he figured it out really quick when he noticed the feeling of his bones elongating, gently cracking apart if only to reform a split second later but much longer. This had the added effect of making him both wider and taller.

Which was perfect to accept yet more information. Sam's hands clenched onto the nearest things that it could - his chest - as he was inundated with hundreds of thousands of kilobytes worth of random internet material. Goddamn, it was all so much to handle, but it was feeling way too good to get him to want to stop any time soon.

Swelling in all directions, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying his explosive growth, his rapidly thickening cock coming to life and slapping him on brick-wall abdominals. He rubbed his hands through his sweat-matted mane, relishing the pleasurable feeling coursing through his veins. This was better than any pump that he'd gotten at the gym, and he was getting it for free!

His eyes had clamped shut as he let his fingers roam around his blossoming bulk, experiencing his muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in an instant without needing to see them. He wasn't anywhere near to jizzing himself and yet the sensation was still orgasmic. His nostrils flared as his natural musk wafted off of his colossal chest and filled his nose, coaxing his libido to surge to higher heights.

By the time he opened his eyes, the Digimon had absorbed dozens of megabytes worth of data with seemingly no end in sight. He didn't know that information off the top of his head, but he certainly could observe its effects - he'd become eye-level with the buildings around him now.

That in and of itself would've been the shock of a lifetime, however, his form was nowhere close to being finished. Indeed, those buildings were only a temporary milestone to behold as he started shooting past the tops of them. All the while he continued to gain muscle mass like it was going out of style, his limbs in particular benefiting greatly.

Fuck, this was incredible! The city was keeping this from everyone? It was amazing that they were able to. Surely one of the rift fighters got caught by these beams in the past, there had to have been at least one. He wondered what the protocol was for dealing with someone forcibly grown. Would they leave the person alone? He liked the idea of that a lot.

Thick brawn swelled his biceps into tremendous split peaks, ropey fibres tightening into slabs of beef that effortlessly showed off both heads of the biceps. The definition of his arms themselves was amazing as he'd no idea just how complicated they really were. It was the same with the rest of him, and it made him wish to try out his newfound bulk in the gym for a real test of strength.

If he stopped growing, that is, but he was more than content with that not happening.

Sam's fingers traveled down to his legs, which also took advantage from the inconceivable amount of data pummeling his ever-increasing frame. Rock-hard and firm to the touch, the groups of muscle just about doubled in size when flexed and swallowed what little space there was between his legs. They flanked his developing crotch rocket, massaging the turgid length as it surged up his torso. And what would a titanic tool be if it didn't have a set of kneeknocker balls to go along with it. They, too, fattened with every passing second, bloating with potent Digibatter just waiting to be unleashed.

Unfortunately he wasn't anywhere near that because the rate of his body growing outpaced that of his arousal building. What a problem to have, he chuckled. While he wished that he could cum, the fact that he'd have a fuckton more gains to accumulate was more than alright with him. Being huge was awesome!

Even then, he still had a few niggling doubts lingering in the back of his mind, the biggest of which being what could possibly be the final outcome of taking in all this data. Were Digimon supposed to get this gigantic, or even moreso if he let himself? Was there a chance that he could go too far and hurt himself? Was that even a thing that could happen? He had no way of knowing as he'd never heard of someone getting quite this big before. It made him a little nervous to be a guinea pig to such a nerve-racking concept.

And then there was the thought of what kind of information could pass through these rifts. Everything so far seemed harmless, but that was because he hadn't seen any viruses come out from the portal just yet. Now that he knew about, and he didn't like what he knew. Unlucky Digimon got infected from viruses on a regular basis, and it was a pain to rid them of their ailment. He couldn't let that happen, especially while the rift was targeting him.

His mind made up, Sam fully opened up to the beams of data pouring into him, letting himself be deluged in the overwhelming flow of warmth. It seemed like the rift agreed with the Leomon's action as it pushed yet more information his way, overloading his expanding frame with hundreds of megabytes without stopping.

That got him to moan for the first time, his fingers trembling as he fondled his own bulk. The sensation of growth was phenomenal and he craved getting bigger - to stop the rift from potentially hurting anyone, obviously, but also because he'd likely never get a chance like this in the future again so he might as well soak up as much size as he could now.

While he'd never quite gotten as wide as tree trunks before this all started, his legs alone had just surpassed them, his calves actually bloating with enough beef to stand three times as broad as they used to be. Not only could he effortlessly uproot a tree with an errant swing of his foot, but he could also likely kick down a concrete structure thanks to how powerful he'd grown.

Speaking of buildings, more and more of them started looking like playthings to him, with most only coming chest-high now, not that they'd want to get close to him as his immense pecs could probably topple them with a single flex. Indeed, he'd gotten to the point where he could bear hug some of them now, though they'd presumably crumble where his gargantuan muscles dug into the sides.

He'd become a titan among Digimon, swollen with beef in both size and proportion. Not a single one of those heavyweight bodybuilders could potentially compare with his majesty now, though with how shitty they tended to act around the other gym goers he was happy that they were nowhere to be seen. They didn't deserve to see his ascension.

His shaft throbbed as it got felt up, dribbling out a few thin rivulets of precum that trailed down to the base where his musky pubic brush lay. God, this all felt incredible! It was as if his body had grown more sensitive the bigger that he got, leading him to grope as much of himself as he could.

The beams of data continued to flood into his being as he fell in love with his own bulk. He groaned as every part of his bulged dramatically when a new stream of data punched into his abdomen, filling him with even more warming growth that he'd come to welcome.

One part that he normally didn't pay much attention to was his ass, but it was hard to resist now with how much it'd ballooned thanks to the rift. Each one of his globes had grown heavy with delicious muscle mass, easily able to outweigh what he used to when small. It thrilled him when he flexed the one in his grasp and felt it far surpass how much his hand could hold at once, giving him the knowledge that not a single part of him could ever be considered small now.

The acceptance of all this data led him to a very exciting discovery - he'd just started surpassing skyscrapers in size. He was elated at the finding, but also aroused beyond hell. His throbbing Digihood belched forth yet more pre, now nestling under his mighty pectoral shelf and matting the thin fur with the translucent fluid.

That kind of growth came with a cost, however, as it meant that the streets were getting far too small to handle him now. As he didn't particularly care to ruin anyone else's fun, it necessitated him to move to an area that he wouldn't quite impact people as much.

Luckily for Sam there was an area of the park that opened up a fair bit more, leading into a forest along the coastline that he could continue to enlarge from. That was fortuitous as he'd wanted to see the water's edge that day anyway.

There had never been another time in his life that an act like walking could've ever gotten him aroused, and yet it seemed like that was the case no matter what he did. His biceps forcing themselves against his preposterous chest, his humongous thighs grinding against one another... He'd died and gone to Digiheaven.

The sensation of his libido soaring from such a simple act got him clutching his member and wanting to stroke it, only for his eyes to nearly bug out of his head when he realized that he couldn't even clutch it with one hand anymore. While he couldn't see it, he could feel that it had fattened out of his grip, requiring both hands on deck if he wanted to jerk himself off, which he did.

Air got forced from his nostrils as the utter weight of his enormity dawned on him. With the way that his prodigious pectorals jutted out into his point of view, he could easily tell that he'd grown far heavier than most, if not all, of the residents of the city. There was no one else like him, and that turned him on more than anything else so far.

And his balls! Those pendulous orbs of his swung just past his knees, though they'd greatly embiggened as seed production ramped up in sync with his growth. A pair of wrecking balls like those could come in handy if he worked on construction, though he didn't think the rest of his white-collar workers would appreciate the show that he could potentially give them all now. Maybe.

The knowledge that there were thousands of pounds more of him in the world with every moment that ticked by got him to moan the loudest that he'd done so far. Arms thicker around than the office building that he worked at clutched a cock that now made even redwoods envious. Fuck, there'd be no one else like him.

A quick gasp left his throat as he felt the stream of data increase, noticing right away that the rift split open that much more. Entire gigabytes now were beaming into him at a rapid rate, blasting him with whatever was closest at the time. It was then that he felt like maybe it was almost too much and that he should get back to attempting to secure the rift in some capacity, but another part of him wanted to see how much size he could gain.

One development that he'd only just observed was that his width surged far more than his height did, which was a feat unto itself. Never before had he been so wide, but now he didn't want to go back. He felt incredible as genuine tons of beef stuffed his grotesque physique, crowding his body despite its best efforts to give all that musculature some room to breathe. It would just have to try harder than that.

The larger Sam grew, the hornier that he got. The smell of his own scent was beginning to drive him wild with lascivious desire and he had to take advantage of it. Horned up from the exhilarating masculine aroma, he shoved his face in between the two heads of his biceps and whuffed as hard as he could before giving his incomparable muscle mass a good, long lick. His tongue was alight with the manly taste of his sweat, enticing him to give it another go. The smell itself was ambrosial in nature, but combined with his own intoxicating flavour it sent it to a whole other level.

He did the same thing to his other bicep, reveling in how it grew between every lap of his tongue. The thought of doing this after a hard session at the gym had crossed his mind once or twice, but he knew for a fact that it would never feel as exceptional as it did at that moment. Having biceps alone bigger than his head went well beyond the capabilities of even the most hardcore of gym rats.

And if his arms weren't impressive enough, there was his chest, heavy and undulating with every breath that he took. While it wasn't quite in front of his face - yet - it was still a formidable presence nonetheless and he genuinely couldn't think of anything sexier than knowing that each pectoral had dozens of tons of beef forcing them to protrude that far away from his torso. He was just so goddamn big; there was so much of him that he almost wanted to let the rift make him grow forever.

He lashed his tongue through the sweaty fur of his pecs, tasting yet more of his masculine flavour. The act was a little difficult thanks to how high his traps rose above his shoulders, but his determination led him to discover that flexing his chest shoved it that extra bit closer to his awaiting muzzle. No matter what obstacle his obscene size could throw at him, he'd always find a way around it.

A faint purr rumbled in his throat as he dug his tongue through the veritable forest of chest fuzz between the gargantuan slabs of beef that made up his pectorals. He'd grown so in love with himself that he stopped paying attention to the rift for the moment as he savoured his colossal size. Not even another person could press his buttons quite this hard; he would know, he'd been with many at this point and barely anyone went as hard as he was going then. Perhaps he'd just been fooling around with too many guys smaller than him.

His hands barely registered that his enormous cock jumped magnitudes in size as they pumped all along its slickened surface. It'd become half the width of his torso, yet it pushed against his chest, growing up to the middle of it as it surged. The sensation was delectable, making him genuinely wish that he'd have gotten the chance to share this with someone else, if not them growing then them exploring his magnificent bulk. Man, he could let the whole town loose on his body now!

The tree-trunk-thick veins that writhed along his cock flesh were traced by his fingers, snaking from the base of his crotch like roads on a map. They throbbed in sync with his heart beat as he stroked himself harder. The problem was that, no matter how much he wanted to cum, his libido just didn't keep up with the swelling of his entire body. It was maddening to think about! He'd never been this horny in his life, and yet he wasn't able to do anything about it. If there was any indication of the cruelty of life...

And yet he kept at it. He could feel the pressure in his lower half increase the more that he jerked himself off, but it didn't seem to do a whole lot. Gah, being this eternally horny was aggravating! He just needed to go faster, harder, and get stronger to do so. He just needed to cum - but there was the rift! Maybe... Maybe he'd cum just once before dealing with the rift, just to take the edge off.

Had he kept his eyes open, the leonine Digimon would've noticed that the city's skyscrapers now came up to his knees, meaning that his measurements were best taken in kilometres - kilometres in height, width, especially thickness, and just about everything else that could be surveyed. Heh, yeah, he was so big that a whole team of people was needed for the job now.

And that only spurred Sam on harder. The tip of his leviathan dick peaked above his awe-inspiring chest, drooling precum at a fantastic rate. His hands grew coated in the stuff, gliding along the pulsating shaft as he literally begged himself to cum. But of course he didn't - that was the theme of his growth.

The consequences of his uninhibited expansion began to announce themselves, starting with the way that his relentless increase in weight shifted entire tracts of land into the sea below him. The splash of water woke him up to the fact that he'd been pleasuring himself on the city's limits this whole time, yet he found it particularly difficult to stop himself. The relentless euphoric bliss pounding into his brain felt way too damn good to give up now.

But, unfortunately, that was when he realized that the rift hadn't gotten any smaller and that it was actually still a fair ways away. Shit, he'd gotten much too caught up in trying to make himself cum that he forgot why he was growing so big in the first place! He momentarily tugged his massive hands away from his even bigger endowment, though he couldn't keep them apart for very long. There had to be some way to help curb his arousal.

Which is when he got a brilliant idea. The water that lapped at his toes was enough to get him to break his concentration, meaning that it could temper his libido enough to actually do the job that he set out to do in the first place. Truth be told, he didn't know how much it could really help him, but he knew that he had to do something quick.

He hissed when he stuck his foot in the ocean, his fleshy pads touching what was meant to be a part of the sea that boats could travel across, yet the waves barely kissed his fur-rimmed ankles. Deeper and deeper he moved, slowly so that he could get used to the water. The discomfort that he felt at that moment flagged his erection, which simultaneously annoyed and relieved him. That was exactly what he needed.

The last thing that he needed, though, was the continual stream of data pouring into him to get stronger, which it seemed to do the closer that he got to it. It unnerved him a bit that it only happened when he moved closer in proximity to the rift, making him initially think there could've been someone on the other side controlling the flow of information into him, but he had an inkling that it only did that because his engorged size made for an incredibly powerful magnet for internet data.

And what a magnet his body was. Hundreds of gigabytes surged into his compressed form, swelling his immense muscle mass that much more as he waded out into the open ocean. The thought of him displacing so much water gave him a bit of panic, only to remember that the city itself was situated fairly high above the surface of the sea, meaning that it would take quite a bit before any one of the other citizens were disturbed. Well, he hoped that was the case, at least.

But the sensation of growth was still overwhelming in its intensity. His body fought to project a dominant emotion between lust and determination, neither particularly winning over the other. Having his densely-packed arms be pushed away from his body by his increasingly winglike lats contrasted with the cold ocean water rising past his knees, though the gasp that emanated from his throat as the tip his balls became submerged sealed the deal - his arousal had been thoroughly stamped out and he could focus on his mission now.

In spite of Sam delving deeper into the sea with every step, the continual pulsing bursts of energy forced into him kept his form above water, even as his waist went below the surface. That suited him just fine as he'd never been much of a fan of going this far out on, or in, the ocean.

Every heavy footfall thudded along the bottom of the sea, dispersing whatever marine life was in his path as they watched the leonine Digimon lumber through their habitat. The persistent arousal coursing through him was getting more difficult to ignore the huger that he got. He growled under his breath as his monolithic pillar twitched to life once more despite the literal megalitres of chilly water around him. It was likely that he didn't have much time left before his need to cum grew too great for him to handle anymore.

Constant streaming of data into his behemothian body turned the Leomon into a veritable colossus unlike any of his kind had ever seen before. It gave him a city-wide shelf in the form of his ever-expanding chest, hundreds of kilometres across and still billowing out as time marched onward. The way that they rubbed against his bloated arms was nothing short of sublime, and he needed to hurry to the fissure in the sky if he didn't want to blow his load then and there.

Finally; there, standing in front of the rift, was Sam - grown millions of times his original size thanks to having terabytes of information pumped into him like a musclebound receptacle. Not a single part on his mammothian frame would be considered small in any regard - size, proportion, or otherwise. This Leomon was a giant among giants, an imposing goliath, an unrelenting mountain of muscle that towered above all else, and he had to close this goddamn crack in the internet before he completely lost himself.

He barely paid attention to the fact that the rift was situated over the deepest part in the ocean, exactly where he stood with more than half of his body above the water's surface, a feat unmatched by even the naturally largest of Digimon. It made sense to him as even the veins that wriggled along his unstoppable form were the size of Seadramon. There literally was no comparison to his immensity.

Still, he was inundated with data, the streams stretching the portal more than three times as wide as what it started at and continually siphoning whatever happened to be just on the other side directly into him. It was unceasing in its intensity, and seemed to only grow the longer that he took. Even now more energy cracked the rift larger, pummeling his form with tens of hundreds of terabytes of information, swelling his bulk by tons at a time. If only he knew what exactly was on the other side, he'd let it grow him as much as he wanted it to.

Hands stretched onto both sides of the fissure - which wasn't anywhere near as long as he thought it was going to be now that he got up close - he attempted to push it close, hoping that would actually do something. Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing, but he knew that the rift fighters managed to close these things every time. He might be completely wrong in his angle of attack, but he also could be correct.

Whether or not he was right became irrelevant as his unimaginable strength actually accomplished what he'd set out to do. It was an arduous fight against a foe that he knew very little about, but he seemed like he was on top of it. More and more he pushed, his unparalleled enormity tensing from the power needed to pull off such a stunt, flexing the muscle mass across his body more than twice as large as it was at rest. He needed to hurry as his pectorals were right in front of his nose, leaving him with a faceful of his own intoxicating musk.

As he pushed the rift closed, the rays of information petered out one by one, slowly dwindling until very few remained. Those still shoved him full of unorganized junk data, though it gradually became significantly easier to deal with. He was just about to celebrate his overwhelming success when the very last beam abruptly blasted him with a single petabyte of energy - the combined force of all the sources that had affected him thus far - before the fissure slammed shut and the sky returned to normal.

That didn't mean that Sam came out of that unafflicted. That one last burst of power was the largest pulse that he'd gotten the whole day, more than double what had already been fed into his unreasonable musculature. His mind could barely process what was going on, but his body knew right away how to handle it.

In a matter of seconds he swelled in every direction, his head getting swallowed up by both his diamond-hard pectorals and titanic traps, both muscle groups effortlessly flourishing larger than the city that he stood in not too long ago. Arms that outsized the biggest of buildings could now lift the entire landmass that he lived on, aided by strength that not even every Digimon alive could match. In the span of an evening he'd grown into a league wholly of his own and he loved it.

Whereas once he was tall enough that he could see over other people's cars, now the Leomon could see the next continent even though it was hundreds of kilometres away from his home. He could literally walk over to it and be there in a handful of minutes! No doubt they'd have no idea what to make of him.

His legs were another point of pride, bloating into incompressible balls of dense muscle mass that bowed his stance out in spite of how much wider he'd gotten. Thousands of tons of bulk was shared between both of his legs, making them fight between themselves as to which one got the space between his legs. Even his calves grew monstrous, each one surging beyond the area of the park where all of this started.

And then there was his ass; he'd never ignore this again! So huge were each of his dimpled cheeks that they easily covered the district of the city that he worked, lived, and went to the gym in; not to mention that they could crater the ground beneath him were he to fall, which he intended to not do for the sake of the other inhabitants. Still though, the way that even a single one of his cheeks was more than both of his hands could handle sent shivers rippling up his spine that barely anything else did. He was such a man that even his rear end outclassed every other living being around.

That wasn't to say anything of his leviathan schlong - a genuine monolith to Digimon virility that rose high above his head, just about as thick as his trunk was, and dripping untold litres of water as it slapped against his gigantic pectorals. Fuck it - he couldn't prevent his arousal from surging anymore, and he totally fucking earned jacking himself off.

The feeling of triumph pulsating through Sam was just as orgasmic as his hands stimulating his literal tons of throbbing cockflesh, enraptured with how sensitive his immensity had become. The way that his body quivered from even the gentlest of touches got the rest of his form tensing. It shoved his muzzle directly in between his sweaty pecs, giving him a whiff of the strongest musk to ever exist. Were he able to somehow bottle the scent, it'd end up as the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.

More and more he lashed his tongue through his fur, trying his damndest to unearth more of his ungodly intoxicating scent while he vigourously stroked himself harder than he ever had done previously in his life. He'd never been one to believe in a deity of any kind, but if there was one out there somewhere, he'd more than likely look like they did; they were meant to be colossal beings, right?

The more that preseed oozed forth from the head of his cock, the more that his unfathomably fat balls churned up thick Digibatter. His orbs audibly gurgled as he tirelessly pushed himself towards the edge of arousal, wanting nothing more than to get off. The thought of just how much cum his immense testosterone factories could produce crossed his mind, wondering what would happen when he unleashed it all. He'd soon find out.

Try as he might, he couldn't prevent his eyes from going half-lidded the closer that he grew to orgasm. Thousands of tons of leonine bulk writhed around in ecstatic pleasure, trying to hit sweet release, getting ever so much nearer to accomplishing the feat. He'd been so horned-up the entire time that he was _certain_that he was going to blow.

He was right.

At long last the sensation of unimaginable euphoria rocketed throughout his body, slowing his bobbing hands as his lake-filling cum tanks pulled up to his pelvis, the pressure in his prostate greatly distending his taint. It took no time for the first load of jizz to shoot from his bloated cumpipe, arcing several thousand kilometres away from him into the open ocean in front of him. That was followed by countless other shots blasting from his shaft that plunged into the water before surfacing again. The relief washing over him was palpable.

Each shot of musky cum was easily the size of a large pond, adding a great deal of fluid to the sea that rose its level ever so slightly. His aching lungs sucked in air at a rapid pace, pushing out his chest that much further with every gasping breath. He was so out of it that he could barely stand, but even sitting down he probably could keep his head above water.

Several eternities seemed like they passed before Sam felt his flow begin to dwindle, his pole naturally flagging for the first time that day. His output had to beat all sorts of records - he wouldn't be surprised if he just geysered out more spunk than the rest of the men around the world combined could produce. He'd grown so unbelievably masculine in such a short amount of time that he still had trouble believing that it'd happened at all.

Somehow, despite jettisoning out just about as much cum as he weighed, he still managed to keep himself upright even as he felt his legs go wobbly from exhaustion. He had to admit, however, that he didn't regret it one bit, and that any and all trepidation that he initially felt from the rift was entirely worth it.

Of course it was worth it, look at him! He was a being of pure muscle that weighed more in his pinky than an entire parking lot of cars. Every part of him bulged out with well-earned might, stretching out wider in every direction than most of the islands that he'd visited in his lifetime. Each of his body parts was worthy of praise, though he'd have felt it better if he was able to do all of this on his own. Oh well, he wasn't about to complain about any of this!

The power still flowing through him was overwhelming in its intensity. He huffed, his colossal chest heaving up in front of his face. The job had been finished, and yet he'd never seen this inconceivable result before. Was this a thing that'd taken place in the past and no regular person had ever found out before? Well, sooner or later everyone would certainly know that it could happen now.

But man, he still almost couldn't believe that something like this was even possible. He had to be heavier than a whole pod of Whamon at this point, maybe even multiple! The thought of which excited him once more, throbbing his titanic tool back to life as it slapped against his cinder block abs.

It conflicted him - on one hand he adored his size and everything that came with it, the sensation of might present in every ounce of his swollen form fueling his insatiable sexual hunger; while on the other hand he had a life and everything that he still wanted to get back to. He wished that somehow he could have both, as impossible as it was. Eventually he'd be contacted and likely shrunken down by force as someone would potentially view him as a danger to the city.

Eh, that was all hypothetical though. Sam honestly had no clue what the city _could_have planned for him when they decided that it was time to act. And while he knew that he wanted to return to his life, he also wanted to have fun with this inconceivably bloated form while he still could.

He snorted as his arousal began to spike again. Guess his body wasn't about to wait to start the fun!