FSE

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Ugh, advertising had gotten out of control. Wherever Guilmon looked on the internet, there was an ad trying to sell him some product he knew was a scam. It didn't matter if he was trying to watch a video, read an article, or even scroll through a forum, ads were plastered on every edge of a page, as well as in the middle. It got to the point where considered downloading an ad blocker, only to discover that he actually had one installed already. He couldn't have groaned any louder if he tried.

Well, now was as good a time as any to rectify the problem. The hunt for a new blocker was now underway, with him activating a search for the extension as quickly as could type. His claws flew across the keyboard for a couple seconds before the search engine populated answers. He grimaced when the first few entries were labeled as advertisements, though he appreciated that the devs behind the browser made the effort to brand them as such; some people tended to miss those markers and fall for the scam, but not him.

That didn't mean his problem had been solved yet, however, as the page containing the blocker was inundated with advertising itself, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance at having to traverse the myriad buttons trying to fool him. At the very least most of them were obvious in their intent.

And there, amidst the sea of banners and streamers that crowded the page, was the button he was looking for - which took him an agonizing five minutes to parse from the fake ones. Resolutely he clicked on the download link... only for alarm bells to go off in his head when his monitor showed the warning sign that the blocker hid a virus inside it. As much as he normally trusted the judgement of the antivirus software on his rig, that message didn't sit well with him. He'd seen countless independent articles proclaiming the blocker to be the one that finally fixed their issue. That was exactly what he wanted as well, so he ignored the prompt to leave and continued with the download. There, problem solved.

Or so he thought.

Little did he realize he didn't download his extension. The button he clicked wasn't the one the site had put up, but instead one that was part of an ad. It wasn't his fault - it looked like the real thing! Unfortunately they were designed for the very purpose of tricking unsuspecting people like him, making them think their computers are acting up when instead they're running as intended.

And so he never noticed that the blocker wasn't the one he was looking for as even the file name looked legitimate. To him, everything was just fine, or at least it would be the next time he browsed the internet.

Guilmon had long ago gotten what he needed from the web - a walkthrough of the section of the video game he was stuck in - getting sidetracked when he noticed how terrible his user experience was. The closing of the browser gave way to a full-screen view of the game, with him already retaking control of the playable character. He chastised himself for not seeing what was now a clearly marked door to an extravagant department store, but a ton of others being closed trained him to think they were all part of the background.

Unbeknownst to him, the virus had begun its rampage across its system, looking for a suitable place to settle down and incubate. There were specific properties built into the malicious software that made it assess any drives it came across, preferring the largest one it could locate; whoever programmed it designed the virus to rapidly flood the storage space with a ton of data that would fill it up before the user noticed, rendering it unusable and allowing it to spread once initial saturation was achieved.

There were many drives to choose from on this machine. The one holding the operating system seemed paltry in the modern era, but the one mounted next to it looked promising with its terabyte of total space. That was outdone by a few external drives plugged into the back of the rig, each able to contain two terabytes. Making one of those useless would be extraordinarily detrimental.

Instead, the virus pivoted when its programming drew it elsewhere. There happened to be one last external device connected through USB to the computer - a Digivice, which had been completely forgotten about at this point. It beelined for the accessory, managing to evade what was supposed to be a top-of-the-line antivirus program.

Guilmon failed to hear the quick beep coming from his Digivice, being fully engrossed in the game he played. His eyes glued to the screen meant he had no clue about the nasty piece of programming making itself at home on his device. There was an important reason he should've paid attention.

The instant the virus analyzed the accessory, it pushed any other drive aside for that one specifically - the Digivice technically had a higher storage capacity than anything else on the machine, that being the entirety of the red-scaled lizard. Unlike other beings, Digimon had abilities related to the internet unique to them alone, like having the power to adjust their source code however they pleased. Some took full advantage of that fact, while others lived their lives not knowing they could do that.

He happened to be one of those folks, only performing temporary changes to himself. Technically any modification was temporary as being made of data meant that everyone's code was perpetually rewritable, but he still vastly preferred having momentary fun over anything else.

Too captivated by the action on the screen, Guilmon had no clue that the virus had started the second phase of its programming. In a fraction of a second it began pumping out data that it replicated from itself, fully intent on completely occupying the device it situated itself in, but it wasn't intelligent enough to understand what a Digivice's properties were; whoever designed it hadn't a clue these accessories even existed. All it knew how to do was fill up a storage device, and would do so for however long it took.

And yet the cheerful reptilian was none the wiser. Progress was finally being made, eliciting a sigh of relief as he made it past the area he was stuck in for an hour, though chuckling when he noticed the constant fighting he took part in before he got confused left him overleveled. That was a problem he was okay with having.

His rapt attention kept on the game meant he didn't notice his body taking on some slight definition, something he never had before as he left himself looking like every other standard Guilmon. Lanky limbs attached to a slender torso that rounded into a bit of a gut was all he ever knew.

That would change when data started pouring into him. Not once in his life did he even think about exercising to try and hone his body, and yet it now appeared like he'd changed his mind when he hadn't. Arms that he never regarded as much of anything suddenly became something, with the bigger muscles starting to show prominence. His biceps thickened, though rather imperceptibly at first, as they took on bulk he'd never had before, much like his triceps which began to broaden right under his nose without him even realizing it.

His pectorals experienced much of the same, first swelling off his chest, and then becoming noticeable twin mounds - small, but firm to the touch. They continued to flourish as his back joined the fun, densely-packed muscle mass stuffing his frame that emphasized every roll of his shoulders. His hunched-over posture ensured it'd take longer for him to perceive anything changing.

The growth traveled down the rest of his body, arriving at his abdominals. One would forgive him for not noticing anything happening here as the chubby gut sitting on top of them blocked the view of them tightening, but that didn't stop them from accumulating mass like every other part of him did. It took a few minutes for his belly to begin feeling a tad more rigid.

If there was one thing that should've tipped him off to any alterations affecting him, it'd be his lower half bloating up, but his focus stayed gripped by the game, all physical input unable to faze him. That let his legs swell in peace, his normally nondescript thighs now seeming a little bit more defined as he involuntarily accepted whatever information was streamed into his body. His calves followed suit, losing the miniscule amount of fat layered on top and only leaving heft in its place.

His ass wasn't spared from the growth either. Naturally the widest part of his form, it only benefited from the perpetual barrage of data wirelessly shoved into his burgeoning body. Any stressful part of the game had him clenching his rear end as the tension mounted, though it would return to its normal size as soon as calm came back to him. Not this time; his cheeks now looked as big as they did when they were flexed, only they never stopped gaining size.

Even his tail was affected, itself already fairly thick with muscle, making it probably the strongest part on his body pre-transformation. It excitedly whipped behind him through a built-in hole at the base of his chair every time he pulled off something cool in the game. He never even observed how his appendage seemed to touch the edges of the hole more and more, unaware of how little time there was left before it filled it entirely.

Throughout Guilmon's uncontrollable growth there was one other property of his that seemed to change. While his body swelled in size as thick musculature packed onto his frame, his height also started growing as a result of the influx of data received, inadvertently making his total storage capacity exponentially increase.

The skyrocketing change in available memory reported by the Digivice activated a secondary feature of the virus. The creator of the malicious software added a contingency in case the program happened upon a drive that would actually take some time to fill and thus give people a chance to detect it. In a microsecond it started replicating more information, streaming it all into the oblivious reptile that continued to build up in size. The catch was that there wasn't a limit to how quickly it could reproduce data, meaning that it could run as fast as need be in order to complete its objective; its creator never anticipated for it to come across something that had potentially limitless storage space.

The sight of the Digimon might've appeared a bit funny to an outside observer, who would witness a rather athletic, borderline bodybuilder-sized, red-scaled reptilian huddle in front of his computer screen, eyes glued to the action taking place on the screen, unaware of his consistent growth. The only thing that mattered to him were the numbers that popped up by his character, both indicating damage taken and received. It took everything he had in him, but after a final sequence of button presses the boss he faced went down, leaving him victorious on a sliver of health.

A wave of relief washed over him as the tension from the battle finally dissipated, leaving him with a happy smile on his face as he leaned back against his chair, a clawed hand wicking away sweat from his forehead. It felt good to take down the monster that so many others struggled with. Time to grab the loot!

He froze.

Upon looking back at the screen his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, not because of what stared back at him in the game, but because his view of the monitor itself had somehow shifted. It sat so much lower than it used to, but he knew he hadn't touched it in ages - he was busy playing a game! He knew he'd have noticed if its stand would've fallen as it was right in front of his face. What could be the cause?

And that's when he realized what the actual source of the confusion was - himself. All it took was a simple look down for him to realize that the monitor hadn't shifted positions in the slightest when he, himself, was the one that changed. He couldn't believe it. How did this happen?!

Also, why was he so big all of a sudden? A gentle poke of his chest with a claw signified to the reptilian that, yes, that was in fact him, and all this was actually real. That floored him. His jaw fell agape as he inspected himself, his hands migrating around his swelling form, his brain unable to process just what was being told to it. What happened to the unremarkable Digimon he used to be?

He became transfixed on his growing form, watching with amazement as his arm doubled in size when he flexed it, the bicep rounding out bigger than a baseball while the tricep was keen on matching the size of his limbs from before. And the most puzzling part of all was the fact that their expansion didn't stop; no part of him did!

Each of his muscles flourished in sync with one another, all inflating with beef at the same rate. He gulped as he observed his chest grow for the first time, his hands gripping his pecs as they started clutching less and less of them. Very few other Digimon he knew looked similar to this. Those guys were huge gym rats in every sense of the word, forcing themselves through long workouts to pump themselves up as much as possible. They relished in the size they gained, though always craving more. He'd seen them in action once when someone brought equipment over to another person's house, baffled that someone could even lift that much weight. The sight seemed like it should've been an impossibility!

He was now larger than each and every one of those guys, and it wasn't even close. Not one could actually compare to his ever-growing enormity. It brought upon a flurry of emotions that fought inside him, making him unsure as to what he should be feeling. Only then did he realize why they spent long hours in the iron pit - being big actually felt kind of nice - but the knowledge that he still didn't know what the cause of his spontaneous ascension bothered him.

Hundreds of potential ideas raced through Guilmon's mind, turning more and more bizarre with every passing thought, with nothing really standing out as the true reason. His nostrils flared in frustration, wishing the solution to his problem was obvious.

He'd have instantly known the answer was his Digivice had he even thought to look down at it. The virus was busy shooting out data faster than it had ever been intended to, though it did so diligently as there was nothing in its programming indicating a cap of any kind to be placed on it. All it saw was a USB drive in need of saturating and it fully set out to do so. It would run unabated as the reptile rarely, if ever, looked at the device.

A slight tingle along his frame caught him off-guard, coaxing a gasp of surprise out of him. In addition to his height, the unflagging torrent of data also forced another change in his physiology by making him wider than he used to be. His cannonball-like shoulders creaked as they broadened, giving him a more robust appearance that did better at filling out the chair he sat in.

The sensation of growing in three dimensions had him conflicted. Obviously this was an issue that needed to be resolved as Digimon didn't have impromptu growth sessions built into their source code - to his knowledge - but he couldn't deny his gradual liking of his newfound circumstances. There was something about having this kind of size, and the weight that came with it, that spoke to him on a deeper level, one more basic and primal than he usually considered. It caused a shudder to rip up his spine.

In his continual observation of his own body, he failed to notice that his gut - now a solidly muscular dome that showed off his powerful core - had contacted his desk and forced him to roll backwards in his chair as there wasn't enough room for him there anymore. He hadn't even thought of that being an issue with all his changes going on, but he was thankful it fixed itself in the end.

Now he had more space to look over himself. His eyes were squarely focused on his swelling pecs, amazed that such firm mounds of beef belonged to him. The sight of them on another man normally caught his eye, he'd admit, but the thought of possessing them for himself was out of the question until now. He got to feel what they were like for himself, thoroughly appreciating the sheer amount of heaviness gained from having such a massive barrel chest. That made him wonder how well he'd fare if put up against the other weightlifters he knew; he instantaneously knew they'd have no chance trying to outlift him, especially as he'd gotten to be at least twice as big as the largest in that group.

And his arms - unf! Literally seconds ago he was astonished that a single one of his mighty pectorals was larger than his head, with the feeling renewed when he discovered his biceps just broke that record. That was unbelievable! Not one other person he'd seen could claim to have arms like his, the size of theirs actually closer to three times smaller than the impressive limb he boasted. His would make him the king of the weightlifters, with the immensity of his triceps being the biggest jewels in his crown.

Perhaps it was time to run a full inspection on himself. With a grunt he pushed himself to his feet, only to freeze when he felt a tug pull him back. His body ran ice-cold at the abrupt sensation. The one issue he ran into about bloating with so much vigourous bulk was that looking behind wasn't as easy as it used to be, but the position where his tail got stuck told him everything he needed to know about his predicament.

It took some finesse that his brawny physique didn't lend well to, but he managed to grip the chair as close as he could to the hole, pushing away from it as gently as he could so as not to break the piece of furniture. That was proving easier said than done, but his tail eventually got free with enough effort.

Ha, success! Guilmon was over the moon that he achieved what started feeling like an impossible task. In spite of his size he could still handle any problem dealt to him. Nothing could slow him down!

He continued his internal gloating until a familiar, if stronger, sensation hit his body, one that instantly grabbed his attention. There, contouring around the tortoise shell of an abgut he sported, was his erect pole, something he'd completely forgotten about until just then. He blushed profusely at the size of it, looking wider than a two-litre bottle upon first glance, but just like the rest of him it seemed like it wanted to grow. He wasn't about to complain.

With a bit of hesitation, he reached claw forward and stroked the length, shuddering at the heightened sensitivity it now possessed. He let out a slight moan as he gave his rod more attention, the cockflesh as white as the scales on his underbelly. It felt incredible, better than it had ever been, than it had any right to be! He could stop himself; he didn't want to.

One claw turned into two, which turned into his whole hand bobbing up and down his pillar, which took advantage of data streaming into him by surging in every direction. He reveled in the shockwaves of pleasure frying his nerves brought on both by him stroking his dick as well as it swelling larger with every passing second. Maybe this whole predicament he found himself in wasn't as bad as he initially thought it to be.

Like his shaft, his balls, too, bloated with added size, fattening well past the eggs they used to be and now looking closer to bowling balls with how monstrously huge the reptile had gotten. They felt so full - more than ever before - but for whatever reason he couldn't get himself to cum despite feeling hornier than he had in the past. He snorted his disapproval at the lack of results, causing him to stop pumping his cock momentarily so that he could look over his engorging testes. Every glimpse that he could catch of them welled a bit of pride up inside him, which he thought was natural as any guy would feel the same way. If they wanted this kind of size for themselves, they'd just have to do what he did... right after he figured out what that was.

In his thorough examination of himself, he failed to notice how his ears now gingerly brushed against the ceiling, a fact that caused a loud gasp to fill the room. He immediately slammed his ass onto the floor in reaction, fortunate that he was on the bottom floor and therefore didn't crash through it. He'd been so preoccupied with himself that he didn't see just how large he'd gotten in such a short amount of time. This actually might be a problem now.

But he couldn't stop the growth. Little by little, with every passing second, his dimensions all filled out as the constant deluge of information flooded his system, every single one of his measurements creaking larger, some jumping by magnitudes at a time. Soon his head was back where it just was, scant centimetres away from the ceiling. Realization of what was about to occur hit him like a ton of bricks, with nothing for him to do but accept the fact that it would happen whether he wanted it to or not. He closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Smashing through the ceiling wasn't as painful as he anticipated it to be, his enormity making it seem like tissue paper in comparison. The discovery shocked him, though not as much as finding out he still wasn't done. Like the bottom floor, the top was also nothing for a lizard of his size.

He shuffled himself as best he could to the middle of his house, debris falling around him as he moved. His eyes went as wide as saucers as he surveyed the damage. Truthfully, he didn't have much in his possession, so seeing him bust through his house like an overmuscled bull through a china shop had him more than a little perturbed, however, there wasn't anything he could do about that now as he hadn't uncovered the source of his seemingly endless growth, and he likely wouldn't now. He'd just have to enjoy the ride set out for him.

With little fanfare he burst through the roof like a cartoon science experiment gone wrong, the shingles not even a threat to his mammothian bulk as nothing could stand in his way now. Well, there were probably some things that could pose a serious threat to him, but nothing that he could see in the area.

The feeling of sunlight hitting his broad, rippling back had him feeling weird given that he rarely, if ever, went outside, but he couldn't deny how nice the breeze felt up by his head. It seemed like it was maybe an ideal time to try and move himself away from where the rest of the neighbourhood lived. He always attempted to be courteous to those around him when he could, and this was a prime time to--

His back smashed through the side of his house at the same time that his feet crashed through the opposite wall. He gulped at what that meant, knowing right away that he'd actually grown bigger than what his house could handle. His brain worked in overtime to process that information, making him feel rather exposed at his inconceivable size. What would the neighbours say?!

Wait a minute, he was still growing?! This was getting ridiculous now. He tried his best to use a claw to sift through the detritus piled around him in order to potentially locate the source of his unrelenting expansion, but with the amount of demolished wood and drywall covering everything that was easier said than done.

Make that wood, drywall, and precum. A rosy pink blush adorned his face as he remembered his throbbing shaft pressing against his domed abs, bigger than before and leaking like a faucet. It had climbed up his front like a vine, making it past the top curve of his muscled belly. That had to be the biggest cock he'd ever laid eyes on, proportionally or otherwise.

Guilmon grunted as his endowment throbbed, wanting to be played with in spite of the carnage unfolding around him. He tried to hold off as long as he could for the sake of his neighbours, but a quick glance down at the road showed that everyone - literally everyone - appeared to be leaving in their vehicles for some place that wasn't there. As embarrassed as he was at that fact, it actually greatly relieved him as it meant that he didn't have to worry about harming another person. And with his house totally demolished under his swollen bulk, he didn't have anything left worth saving, not that doing so was a possibility now. What did have to lose by letting himself succumb to his arousal?

The answer was nothing, and it echoed through his grotesquely massive form. With a lascivious moan he gripped his shaft again, his nostrils flaring when he felt how much huger it'd gotten after what felt like only a few minutes passing.

He moaned at the touch, loud and unashamed as there was no one nearby to hear him. His expansion was orgasmic in and of itself, but having one himself would make it feel oh so much better.

His hand began to pump his cock like before. The constant euphoric bliss produced got his tongue to cutely stick out from his mouth, a quirk of his that he couldn't control. He relished in his swelling immensity, wondering how much of the land around him he'd encompass with his statuesque beef. It wouldn't be long before he found out.

Every stroke of his monolithic pillar felt like a thousand wet dreams playing at once, with him being pleasured in each one of them. All the tingles of arousal shooting through the tumescent cockflesh had him ecstatic with his size, though soon it made him crave more.

A quick glance downward revealed that he'd neglected to check out the rest of him in a hot second. His chest was unrecognizable from what it used to be, but he didn't mind that, in fact going so far as to encourage its growth further. His hand alone would outweigh even the largest of weightlifters in the city, meaning that each one of his prodigious pectorals truly had no equal. Maybe an entire Whamon could lay claim to being an apt comparison, but eventually even that wouldn't be enough. He'd soon be in a total league of his own.

And that wasn't to say anything of his arms, which quickly overtook his legs as the premier limbs on his ever-growing body. So thick they'd become that his biceps had grown into split peaks, each head reaching higher than what his house used to. The knowledge of which drove him insane with arousal.

Then there were his triceps, which defied all logic with how gigantic they'd become. He thought they were impressive before when they were as big as his arm used to be, but now they easily dwarfed the size of his body when he made that initial observation, and by a large margin at that! They alone likely weighed more than any commercial vehicle available in the city apiece, and could lift many times more than the weight those machines would provide.

And all that wasn't to say his legs were suddenly unimpressive, because they were just as deliciously beefy as the rest of him was. While viewing them outright was getting close to futile with his preposterously tremendous chest in the way, that didn't mean he couldn't feel them with his free hand, adoring the way his quads unapologetically took up whatever space it could find.

That was important given how bloated his cum tanks had gotten, audibly roiling with seed that it had all intentions of firing off. It got him wondering what it would take to get him to actually climax because it seemed so far away given how horny he was. Nevertheless, a quick rub of his fattened orbs brought his mind back to the thought of release, determined to do so at some point. It'd be pointless to have balls nearly as big as his house with no way to drain them.

Guilmon's free hand found purchase along his swollen bulk, indulging in newly formed fantasies conjured up over the last little while, his mind swimming with lewd thoughts. He gasped aloud when he brushed a claw against a thick nipple, not expecting it to be so pleasurable. It intrigued him.

The unexpected sensation had him gripping the nub as best he could - a tad tricky given that it pointed straight down to the ground - and squeezed it, eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan that caused a glob of pre to belch forth from the head of his dick. It got him to pant as his lust-drunk mind made sense of the indescribable feeling pummeling his body. He needed to keep going.

Another squeeze got him weak in the knees again, but he realized he could do better. This next time he instead twisted his fat nip, treating it like a car radio dial, only one wired directly to the pleasure centre of his brain. He groaned in approval before sucking in air through gritted teeth. Even clutching onto his overmuscular pectoral was enough to whip up his arousal, especially given the fact that he could barely hold a fraction of it with how much rigid heft had been packed onto his chest.

While he focused all his energy on trying to induce release, he became oblivious to his surroundings, specifically his perpetual encroachment on them. His globular ass cheeks kept inflating with beef as they crunched through abandoned domiciles, bowling them over like multiple houses of cards all lined up in rows. So much heavier he'd grown that his immense weight caused each dimpled mound to begin digging into the dirt as they continued swelling, their unstoppable might turning divots into trenches, all unmistakably created by only someone of his titanic physique.

Pretty soon the neighbourhood was nearly under his colossal bulk, though his attention was still centred on trying to get himself to cum. He grew annoyed at his persistent failure on the matter, but he kept at it regardless; he'd come too far to stop now.

Higher and higher he rose, his indomitable back being the only thing the city behind him could see of his impending arrival. Like his neighbourhood, the inhabitants of the city took notice of the looming presence growing in the outskirts of the city boundaries and immediately began the process of ditching town for safer pastures. Everyone left in droves, taking whatever means of transportation they could find away from the epicentre of the weirdest unnatural disaster they'd ever seen in their lives.

All of the commotion fell on deaf ears as the red-scaled reptile only cared about two things - getting bigger, and blowing his load. He jerked his hand from the base of his cock to the head, his extremity traveling fifty metres in a second. Being able to feel his member grow in his hand felt unlike anything he'd experienced in his life. He couldn't believe it was already close to his sternum, and way thicker than one hand could manage.

Were there a mountain range close by, he'd have a decent metric to compare himself with, however the skyscrapers in the city made for a decent substitute. He could see some of them in his peripheral vision, a fire of longing igniting his very soul when he noticed they weren't as tall as he expected them to be.

Seeing that pushed his arousal further along. He'd become like a wild animal, the overbearing pleasure produced by every stimulation happening across his imposing form driving his actions towards his inevitable climax. He knew it was inevitable - it had to be! There wasn't any way he'd let himself have the world's biggest blue balls after everything he'd been through.

The hornier he got, the more Guilmon's body seemed to respond in kind, providing an equivalent amount of ecstasy needed to keep him focused on the task at hand. He'd long forgotten about why he was growing out of control, only knowing that he was, and that he wanted to grow for as long as he could. Endless expansion didn't seem like the worst thing in the world when that was pretty much all that he was good at now. It certainly beat the hell out of working and having to file taxes.

More and more he pumped his cock, moaning hard when he felt it continue slithering up his ever-widening torso until it kissed the underside of his hypermuscular pectorals. That added an extra dimension to the relentless onslaught of euphoria on his shaft, one that got him half-lidded in glee.

But it also spurred him into action. His free hand jumped from his chest to his crotch rocket, both appendages just barely able to fully encircle his fuckmeat. Those reptilian claws of his perpetually trailed over cock veins the size of streets, inundating him with a devastating amount of delight that roiled him up even more, his arms tensing as he drilled his pole through his hands, doubling the size of his bis and tris in the process.

The current sensation of trying to get himself off felt weird in his mind as he was simultaneously stroking his engorged log of Digimeat as well as practically fucking the bottom of his pectorals, the tip of his prick just pressing into his sweaty pec valley in the process. It was the horniest he'd been thus far, his arousal spiking before blowing past the mark entirely. He actually felt like he'd accomplish what he set out to do.

Meanwhile, his churning balls demolished what was once an office building, the audibly gurgling testosterone factories having grown taller than the structure used to be. Their swath of destruction kept up as his unending ascension pushed him further and further into the city centre, bowling over a strip mall and an apartment block like a set of concrete dominos. His titanic visage towered over everything in sight.

The city stood silent as his encroaching bulk loomed over it, its inhabitants all but evacuated, leaving the shell of a bustling metropolis behind. Entire sections of multiple raised highways had been knocked down as if accidentally toppling over a children's playset with his ass. His tail whipped excitedly behind him, annihilating anything in its path, with not a single building being recognizable to him either before or after considering how inconsequential they all were at his incomparable size. His physique outclassed any living being, now being forced to rival the largest of structures to have any competition. He'd surpass those too soon enough.

All the while Guilmon did nothing but bask in his awe-inspiring physique and jerk himself off to how much he loved all of it. His leviathan shaft leaked far faster than it had done all day - which, since he started growing, was only about ten minutes total. So much information had been pumped into him, enough to shut down entire countries with junk data and yet he greedily accepted anything provided. Whatever caused all this, he was eternally grateful.

His forceful thrusting in between his monumental chest boulders had his orbs lifting slightly off the ground, only to slam back down with an impact that would register on any seismograph in the area, before repeating the process. He'd become a veritable colossus in every sense of the word, a modern-day equivalent to the megalithic structures erected thousands of years ago, only he considered himself to be a far greater display of virile Digimon masculinity than anything built without his incredible bulk in mind. History books would include him until the end of time.

For the first time since wanting to cum he felt it - his hands slowing down, a telltale sign that climax was brewing. It was everything he longed for, his balls on the precipice of exploding everything they'd produced thus far through his bloated cumpipe. He wanted, no, needed it to happen, willing to push himself as far as required of him.

While the length of his pillar seemed to calm down a tad - having comfortably settled in his pec valley - its girth had taken up the mantle of expanding, requiring the use of his hypermuscled arms to help achieve orgasm. The knowledge of his immensity alone had him panting up a storm, growing more staccato the longer it went on. His tongue could nearly touch the top of his swollen chest.

One last buck of his hips was all it took for his cum tanks to smash the floodgates wide open, causing an eruption of potent Digibatter to geyser high into the sky before raining back down on both him and the city around him, collecting some of the multiple piles of debris together as it all pooled together.

Creamy, white spunk painted the remaining buildings still standing, though doing nothing to compromise their structural integrity; at least they were spared the calamity that befell the others.

The rush of seed jettisoning through his pecs forced his reptilian head backwards lest he get a faceful of his own output, but the way his titanic traps all but swallowed his neck made the prospect quite a bit awkward. At some point he just had to let his cum blast him at full force, though what trickles that made it into his mouth tasted better than it had any right to be, in his mind.

A deluge of epic proportions began to overtake the city, gathering up whatever wasn't bolted to the ground as it flowed along the uneven landscape. It didn't matter what part of the city was hit - be it the industrial park, each and every one of the suburbs, the downtown core, or even the high-rise district - anything light enough to get swept up did, though the direction of the stream of jizz changed a few times as it tried to find the path of least resistance to a basin it could drain into.

Somehow, emptying his balls felt like it took longer than growing bigger than what the city could handle, and yet it felt significantly more unbelievable than he imagined it to. It was as if a cork had been plugging him up the entire time, only for someone to come along and release it for him as his imposing muscle mass had troubles trying to do so.

He sat there for some time after as he watched the river of seed die down and leave whatever it didn't take with it on the broken asphalt. It took him several moments after that to start regaining his bearings, at which he started having mixed feelings about everything that just transpired.

Growing big enough to cover multiple city blocks with muscles practically in his face and strong enough to move mountains? He loved it, and would easily say it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Cumming a veritable lakeful of jism from balls that seemingly had no downtime now? Amazing experience that he'd love to have again. Destroying most of the city in the process? Holy shit, how the hell would he even begin to explain how this happened...

It was only in his panicked state did he make a discovery, one that he wasn't expecting to happen at all - he'd stopped growing. He couldn't believe it! After bloating to what had to have thousands of tons, now his body had called it quits. Just what was the end of his growth?

The reason he stopped growing was simple in that his Digivice - continually streaming data into him up until that point - had short-circuited in the flood of cum that swept through the area, rendering it useless and nullifying the virus. There was no way for him to know that, of course, and it likely wouldn't be discovered for quite some time with how much reconstruction the city needed after the spunk-covered debris was sifted through.

Guilmon sat there for some time attempting to think about what his next steps should be. Obviously there'd be people coming back to the city, wondering what happened to the place they lived in, and they'd all see him there as he very much towered over everything else. The thought made him a bit uneasy.

But maybe - just maybe - he might have a chance to have a word with the mayor and work something out, perhaps set up a new venture that could pay off the cost of repairs to everything.

The city was certainly in dire need of a tourist attraction.