FSE

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Data, code, computers; all three were constants in David's life as a programmer for Streaming, Inc. Day after day, his life was filled with the analyzing of the data that came in, the coding of it into useful programs, and sending it off to be directed to the different computers that were signed up to the company's service. A boring life, but not a bad one; he was paid well, and the company did manage to keep most people happy with their virtual lives, keeping the different computers updated and protected against the various viruses and harmful programs made by unemployed troublemakers. One could say that they were the gatekeepers of the virtual world, keeping it safe for other people to enter.

Some went so far as to say that they were the protectors of the digital world, but David knew that claim was the less true of the many claims that the company made. They might look over the virtual world, but a whole different group looked over the digital world.

David was one of the few that knew of the Digi-world, the world of data that was buried amongst all the different codes and data streams that made up the vast invisible network between computers. He didn't know much about it - after all, he had never been there, nor ever been granted the use of a digi-vice, as some of the kids he'd found had called their little gizmos - but he knew that it existed, and that it was protected by pockets of data that had formed themselves into the shape of monsters, creatures that lived there and protected it and themselves from the viruses that came into the Digi-world.

There were times that he had pictured the place, but he never believed that he imagined it correctly. Something always seemed just a bit off, just a bit wrong with his imaginings, but he could never figure it out. It was just wrong, for some indefinable reason.

Despite his thoughts towards the Digi-world, he spent most of his time focused on the larger, though less interesting, virtual world. It was his job after all, and over time, he began to push thoughts of the Digi-world to the back of his mind, slowly forgetting his fascination with the world. He never forgot it, but the great obsession that he'd once had with finding his way there disappeared over the years.

If it weren't for the fact that Streaming, Inc. decided to replace their computers one day, it might have remained that way for him for the rest of his life, and he would have never re-discovered his hunger for the Digi-world.

#

The techs pulled out from under the various desks and cubicles, pulling their tools along with them as they finished hooking up the new computers. New being subjective, of course; they were newer than the ones that the company had given its workers before, David knew that much, but he could see the signs of use on the exteriors of the towers and monitors, could see how some of the screens were scratched. They were all secondhand computers, and doubtless had programs on them that he'd need to take down when he was allowed on them again. It was better than working with calibrated computers that broke down half the time, he supposed, but he would have preferred new computers in general.

He looked around the assembled group of his fellow programmers. Most of them looked a good bit like him; a little overweight from spending hour after hour in a chair working on programs, though not to the point of being fat; pale skin from being inside for too long; fingers twitching and tapping against palms with the desire to be back at the keyboards and working on something. They were all very similar like that, and David couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he felt his fingers tapping lightly against his palms as his fingers typed out his thoughts. Spend enough time at a keyboard, he thought, and one's fingers never stop moving, no matter where you are.

David reached over and stopped one of the techs as they passed by. "Thanks for getting it all hooked up," he said with a small nod of thanks. "Anything I should be worried about?"

"Nah, looks pretty standard," the tech said with a shrug. "Just keep an eye on the tower and make sure that it doesn't start overheating. Looks like yours was lacking a fan. I'll bring one over tomorrow, but make sure that it doesn't go blooey today, okay?"

"Okay, I can handle that," David said. The tech nodded and walked out of the way, letting David get into his cubicle. He sat down in his chair and powered up the computer, listening to the slightly off hum that came from the tower as it started sucking power. He could see what the tech meant; there was no fan sound coming from the tower, not at all. He shook his head lightly, reminding himself to reach down and feel the side of the thing now and then before turning on the monitor.

He was a little surprised that it wasn't a Windows logo popping up. In the past, those were the only computers that the company had bothered buying, mostly because they were a bit cheaper rather than for any thoughts of superiority with the system. For a moment, he thought that they might have bought some old Apple computers, but that was squashed. The logo didn't look like that, either. In fact, it was entirely unfamiliar, a stream of d's and 1's running around for a bit as the computer booted itself up. David ignored it, waiting for it to pass so he could check out the desktop and the programs that this thing had.

It didn't take long for it to fade away and the main screen to pop up. To his surprise, there were very few icons on the desktop, perhaps fewer than would be there if this was a freshly purchased computer. However, they were all rather unfamiliar. There was a coding program that he had heard of, but never used; a program that had a few musical notes for the icon, probably something that the last owner had downloaded; and an icon that looked like a portal of some sort.

At first, he thought that the last one was just some sort of game, and he looked down to see what the title was. The moment he read the text under the image, though, David froze in his seat.

Digi-Portal.

Ten letters. Ten simple letters that brought all of his past rushing back to him in a matter of seconds. Memories of what some of his friends children had told him about their adventures, old imaginings of the Digi-world and the creatures within it, and even dreams of finding his way into it came rushing back as he looked at the icon.

It took all of his willpower to not just click on the icon right away, grabbing hold of his hand on the mouse with his free hand and dragging it back. "No...no...think about this," David muttered under his breath. "Think about this before you do anything stupid."

This couldn't be true. Oh, he'd heard rumors that there were ways into the Digi-world through some computers, but every one of them had required a digi-vice to be opened. It was one of the reasons that he'd never been through; he knew that the other kids that had been there wouldn't be able to just give him their digi-vices and allow him in, as they were more or less keyed to the person that had it. This was probably more of the same, something that would tease him and never let him in. If he was smart, he would delete it and never think about it again, and just get back to his work.

But...

But what if this one was different, a small part of him wondered. Against his better judgment, David did let himself think about it. If it was different, then maybe he could get into the Digi-world, maybe he could find it and explore it, find out more information about how it was made, what it looked like, and what lived in the world. It was something that would never come around again; he'd never have another chance to get into that world of data again.

His hand dragged the mouse around, shifting between the icon and the un-install feature. His mind warred, part of him wanting to have nothing to do with the program, not even wanting to try it, on the chance that it might disappoint him one more time, while the other half wanted him to execute the program, hope for the best, and take a chance on finally getting the adventure that he wanted. To hell with work, that part of his mind said. He had waited for this for too long to get put off just because of work.

That part of his mind finally won out, and he double clicked on the portal icon.

It blinked white for a few times, then faded. The portal icon shrank off of the screen, and for a moment, David thought that he might have triggered some sort of virus. He swung the mouse around the screen, looking to see if there was some sort of anti-virus program, something to stop whatever he had done.

Before he could find out if there was one or not, the screen filled with a swirling green light. It wasn't quite steady, he saw; there were ones and zeros and d's through the light, scattered in curved columns through the light. In the very center of the swirling green was a growing pin-prick of light, almost like the light at the end of a tunnel, gradually growing bigger as though he was being pulled towards it.

David could hardly believe it. He started to stand up, but to his surprise, found that he was stuck to his seat. Gasping in surprise, he opened his mouth to call for someone, anyone to get over here.

Suddenly, the portal seemed to reach through the monitor to him. The lights burst out of the screen, and he could feel the suction pulling him towards the screen. It was strong enough to lift him out of his chair, pulling him forward and into the swirling light. Spinning him round and round, he found himself staring at the light, then back where he'd been sitting, then the light again, one after the other. The light seemed to be retreating from his cubicle, and pulling him along with it.

He wasn't sure when he passed through the monitor, but he did hear something before his view of the real world was cut off. A small explosion, followed by a fit of spitting sparks; the tower part of his new computer must have blown, overheated from the sudden surge of power and energy needed to work this program. David winced; if the tower was blown, then a good deal of the information on it would probably be lost, including this program. He could very well be stuck in the Digi-world if he couldn't find a way out of it, some other exit.

That was if he even made his way to the Digi-world successfully. His portal was sucking him forward, but the lines of code along the sides were flickering. With the tower dead, the program must be starting to die as well. His eyes went wide, and he flailed his arms, kicked his legs in some desperate attempt to propel himself towards the light at the other end quicker.

It was futile, of course. All he could do was ride out the portal, and hope that it pushed him through to the end in time.

Somehow, it managed to get him to the light before finally fading. David breathed a sigh of relief -

Only to have it turn into a scream of terror as he realized that he had been shoved out in the sky above the world. He had just enough time to see that he was falling towards a large bunch of trees before he started to fall through the canopy, his face and arms slapped with uncountable thin branches and leaves.

Slap, smack, whap - CRUNCH! He coughed and gasped as he landed, stomach first, on a very thick branch. It felt like it was about to push through to his spine, cutting him in two, but thankfully it only hurt that bad, rather than actually going straight through him. David scrabbled for some sort of a handhold, somehow managing to get a good grip on the branch before he could slide off of it. Panting softly, he looked around, taking in his surroundings.

The forest wasn't so thick and tall as he'd feared when he saw it from above; the trees were spread around him with plenty of space between them, with just very thick tops making it look like the forest was denser. The branch keeping him off of the ground was about thirty feet up, he saw, and there were other branches that he could climb down with to keep from just falling the rest of the way.

Looking up, he saw that he hadn't fallen very far, either, though he had left a hole the size of his body in the upper part of the canopy. From his branch to the top of the tree was only about twenty feet, not all that far. Explained why his body hurt so much, though, since that still wasn't a very easy fall to make and get through uninjured.

Uninjured...he still couldn't believe he wasn't injured. David pulled himself up on top of the branch, making sure that he had his balance before feeling his sides, his stomach, and his ribs. Expecting to find a broken bone or at least some bleeding, he was surprised to find nothing of the sort. Bruising, definitely - oh most definitely, he thought with a wince - but there was no debilitating injuries to be found. It shocked him; something like that should have broken a few ribs, at least.

"Maybe there's something different about this world," David muttered under his breath. It would have explained his lack of bad injuries, at least; maybe he was just data, just like the rest of the world now. He'd heard that it was only the creatures here that were like that, but maybe since he'd used that portal, it did something different to him. Maybe? He didn't know. There were still too many questions, too many things that he just didn't know.

But the first thing that he needed to do was get down from the tree. There was nothing more he could learn from up here, and though the forest wasn't quite as dense as he'd thought it was, it was still thick enough to make it impossible to be able to see that far through the branches at his level. He needed to get lower to see anything important.

Swinging his legs around so that they dangled off of one side of the branch, David took aim at a lower branch. Sucking in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he made sure that he was on track, and then dropped.

The branch bobbed up and down as he landed on it, and he pushed himself up against the trunk to get a little bit of his balance back. Waiting out the shaking, he sat down on the branch again, and lowered himself down to the next branch down. He slowly made his way towards the forest floor, taking his time to make sure that he wouldn't skip a branch and just hit the ground. After all, the theory that he was just data now was still just a theory, and he didn't want to test it in a way that would leave him paralyzed or worse.

Finally, he hit solid ground. David jumped up and down on the ground, a little surprised that there was no physical difference - at least that he could detect - of the feel of the ground here compared to the ground in the real world. Whoever had put the Digi-world together had done a good job mimicking reality, he thought to himself.

He turned his head from side to side, looking around. The trees were still blocking out some of the light and the upper levels of the forest, but the ground was clear enough. He spotted a path not far off, and shrugged as he walked towards it. "Might as well start with that," David said. After all, paths meant that people used them, and if he followed it long enough, it should lead somewhere.

It didn't take long for him to realize something else about the Digi-world; it was programmed to be very, very warm. He could feel his shirt starting to soak with sweat, and his face and rest of his body wasn't doing much better. He groaned as he wiped his forehead dry again, shaking his head a few times. "Nobody ever mentioned how warm it is in the Digi-world," David grumbled. "Definitely a negative."

At least there was some shade under the trees, but even that was almost negligible compared to how hot it was. He couldn't stop sweating, and he was getting exhausted ridiculously easy. Admittedly, he didn't have a watch anymore, but he guessed he'd only been walking for a half hour. Despite that relatively short time, though, he was already drenched, his shirt sticking to his chest and back, and his pants not a whole lot better. He felt like he was walking in water, too, considering how soaked his socks felt inside of his shoes.

He needed a rest, even if only a brief one. Spotting a tree with a bit of a curve to the trunk, David stepped off of the path and walked over to it. Circling the tree a few times, he made sure that the area was clear of anything dangerous, and then sat down, leaning against the curve in the tree. It was surprisingly comfortable, he thought, particularly for such a hard trunk. Must be luck, he thought as he closed his eyes, intending to take just a little nap.

It was a mistake, though he could not have known it at the time. Behind his back, a part of the tree data was broken, and he was laying right against the damaged part. As he slept, a slow stream of green 1's and 0's flowed against his back, and soaked into him, filling him with a different sort of data.

#

David woke up to the sound of a bird chirping. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes lightly as he slowly looked up at the sky.

The sight of the orange light of sunset brought him to his feet immediately, shaking his head a few times. "Not good, not good," he muttered to himself. He'd only meant to rest for a few minutes, not hours; who knew what might have happened while he was asleep?

But that wasn't the biggest problem for him. He was in a strange world, out in the forest, where he was completely helpless. He had no idea what the Digi-world was like at night, but if it was anything like the real world, the night was when the more dangerous stuff came out. If he was going to get through this without being in danger, he needed to find the end of the path, and fast.

Running back onto the path, he charged down it as fast as he could. At least it was cooler now, he thought to himself. He wasn't sweating like a pig, and even his clothes seemed a bit chilled still, despite being wet.

As he kept on running, David realized that he was running faster than usual. In the real world, he hadn't quite been a slouch, but he hadn't been a sprinter, either. Not a marathoner either, but that was besides the point, as he had been mostly a walker. Running had been hard for him, and he had never been able to really keep up with anyone that was used to moving quickly. However, as he ran down the path, not only was he moving fast enough to have left yesterday's David in the dust, but he wasn't feeling tired.

He slowed down, coming to a stop a few feet later. Looking down at himself, David felt his eyes going wider and wider as he saw that there had been some changes while he had slept.

First, his stomach was flatter. It wasn't muscled or anything, but there was no chub like there had been this morning. Almost like something had eaten it. No wonder his shirt no longer felt so clingy; there was so much less for it to cling to.

Second, his legs were...not thicker, but thick in a different way. He could almost feel some muscles in them, tensing and releasing, like they wanted to get back to running. It was very strange; he'd never felt the urge to keep moving like this, even when he was running from bullies when he was a kid. What was going on?

A sudden spasm went through his feet, and David grunted, stomping on the ground to try and get rid of the feeling. However, it just came back, a twinging spasm curling his toes and tensing the muscles through his foot. It wasn't a painful spasm, oddly enough, just one that he could feel. "What...what the hell?" David muttered, looking down at his shoes, no longer obscured by his stomach.

They were pushing outwards, the toe stretching forward as though being pushed by something inside, while the sides were bulging, swelling. Some parts of the white fabric were already showing micro-tears, and his eyes went wide as the tears got bigger, showing the soaked white of his socks underneath.

Leaning against a nearby tree to keep his balance as he was overwhelmed, David could only watch as his shoes continued to bulge and tear with each successive spasm going through his feet. A small part of him trembled in a strange pleasure as he watched, a part of him that he tried to ignore as he watched his feet transform before his eyes. The front of the shoe continued to bulge outwards, and he could feel his toes getting cramped inside his shoes. The thought of taking them off, of getting his feet free, only barely passed through his mind before the point was rendered moot by a loud RIIIIIP!

First one, then the other shoe ripped open at the toe, great claws pushing through the end. It felt so good to have his toes free that David moaned before he could stop himself, shivering in pleasure as he wiggled his no longer cramped toes. The pleasure shifted to shock as he saw the claws though, sharp, shimmering slightly with how new they were. The tip was pointed, and rather than five, there were only three.

White furred toes followed the claws out, three of them rather than the five that David expected. Two of his toes had disappeared, absorbed into the other two to beef them up, making them as big as his big toe had been.

No, that wasn't quite right. All of his toes were thicker and longer than his big toes had been, each one tipped with a claw that was as long as the toes themselves. Even wiggling his toes seemed to bring little shudders of pleasure to him, and he couldn't stop himself from drumming his growing toes into the ground, even as his shoes showed signs of ripping further along the sides as his feet continued to change.

As his feet seemed to reach their maximum length, the rest of his shoes broke, shredded as his feet expanded in width as well. He could only stare at the way that they were revealed, how his formerly pale feet had turned furred, the toes white but the rest of his feet blue. Too shocked to keep his balance, David fell down, landing on his rear as he looked at his transformed feet, freed of the shoes that had held them in bondage. They were so very different, so alien, yet rather than being repulsed by them, he couldn't help but feel...happy, even....even a little turned on by his transformation.

Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't a little freaked out by the way that the blue fur seemed to be traveling up his legs. David pulled himself back to his feet, ignoring the strange sensitivity the bottoms of his feet seemed to have when pressed against the ground. "Gotta...figure out...what's going on," he muttered under his breath.

There was only one way to do that. He had to keep running. There had to be something at the end of this path, and even if they didn't know what was going on with him, they might be able to do something to help him. David sucked in another breath and started running, doing his best to ignore the strange feeling of the ground under his feet, the strange pleasure that came with running barefoot.

As he ran, he could feel the blue fur creeping up his legs, running along his new muscles. It felt like it made him faster, but he could feel it doing more than that. Everything around him seemed to be getting bigger as he got more and more blue, his legs contracting, shrinking. It threw off his balance, and he was only just able to keep his footing as he kept running.

Eventually it reached his waist, and he felt his pants finally fall off, too big to be able to stay around his waist. Suppressing a blush, David threw them over his shoulder and kept running, feeling his shrunken but definitely still there genitals slapping against him as he ran. He dared not look down, not sure he wanted to see what that had become, and hoped that having it out wouldn't offend anyone he saw; there was nothing he could do to cover it, so he could only hope.

His shirt didn't last much longer, as the fur continued traveling up his body. It was too big to keep on his body, so he pulled it off and threw it away as well. He was tempted to keep it, but there was no way that he could keep carrying it around without it getting too awkward. If he was going to keep moving without tripping over himself, he needed to keep his burdens light.

Thankfully, he got his balance back, but he could see that it wasn't entirely due to getting used to his new body. A tingle announced something pushing out just above his rear, and he looked back as he ran to see a fur covered appendage growing out of his spine. It pushed out further and further, waving lightly as it appeared, forming itself into a tail with a somewhat fluffy tip. It gave him his balance back, though, which let him keep running fast.

With his shirt off - and his height more than halved - David could see that the fur color wasn't quite so monochromatic as he had thought. The fur along his belly and chest was white, while the fur running along his sides, legs, arms - and balls, he saw with a blush - was blue. His arms narrowed as it flowed over them, taking on an almost cartoonish look, thin and almost without elbows, though he could still bend his arms and see them then for some reason. It didn't seem physically possible, but it happened.

As the fur reached his hands, they changed. It was like his fingers melded together, all but his pointer finger melting together into one thick digit, and his thumb and pointer finger staying the same. A strange brownish-red material flowed over it, and David stared as he realized his hands were getting gloved. They were covered by something that looked very similar to a boxing glove. In fact, holding it to his cheek, he realized that was basically what it was, just with one finger free on each one.

"What..." He couldn't keep running anymore, could only stare at his hands, at the fur still running up his neck towards his face. "What is...what is happening to me?" David whispered.

He could only feel the changes as they reached over his face, felt the tugging feeling as his mouth and nose were pulled forward away from where they should be. It felt like it should have hurt, felt like he should have felt some discomfort, but all he could feel was a gentle tugging as his face was re-arranged, his mouth and nose forming into a single muzzle pointing forward. His nose was filled with the smell of musky sweat, still clinging to him, but there were a few other smells, smells that he felt that he should have been able to notice before considering how obvious they were now.

Turning his head towards the bushes at the sides of the path as his transformation seemed to complete itself, he called out, "Hello? Hello?" He flared his nose, sniffing. "I can smell...someone out there. Please...please, if you're out there...if anyone's out there, please come out! I need help!"

There was nothing for a few seconds, but just as David was starting to doubt his new senses, the bushes rustled again. Two figures stepped out, one of them looking the same as him, though perhaps a bit smaller, while the other looked a bit different. Rather than gloves on his hands, his hands were bare, and he had a yellow v-mark on his forehead. Not to mention that his toes were shorter and his body generally smoother, almost like scales or skin instead of fur. Not a bad look, David thought to himself. He shook his head, trying to banish that kind of thinking. They weren't his species; he shouldn't think of them like that.

The one with the v-mark stepped forward. "I'm Veemon," it - or rather, he, David realized with a look down at the plumbing - said. He gestured to the other creature, the one that looked like David. "This is Gaomon. Who are you?"

David honestly didn't know what to say. He looked down at his new body, at the way that he had been shrunk, at how he looked nothing like his old human form. A part of him liked it, but for the most part, he was confused. What...why was this happening?

He jumped a bit as one of them touched him, giving him a poke. "Hey!" Veemon poked him again, a light claw pressing against his skin. "We just told you who we are. Who are you?"

"Sorry...sorry," David said, shaking his head. "I'm David. I...I'm not from around here."

"We guessed that," Gaomon said, shaking his head a few times. "We, uh, watched you while you were running."

A small blush started to grow underneath his new blue fur. "You...watched? How long?"

"Since you still had pants," Veemon said, chuckling a little bit.

The little blush got a whole lot bigger, and David groaned, putting his head in his hands. "Oh god," he muttered under his breath. "I...you saw all of that?"

"Every bit of it," Veemon said. The two creatures were grinning widely, looking down at David's crotch. The simple fact that they were looking there was enough to keep David's blush on his face, but when Veemon reached out and poked him down there, he swore the blush spread past his face.

He took a step back from the two of them, shaking his head rapidly. "Hey hey hey, don't do that," David said. He covered himself with his hands, feeling the way that his shaft was definitely not human anymore, how it didn't even dangle the way that a human shaft should. Doing his best to ignore that, he just looked at the two of them, then looked at Gaomon. "Why do you look so much like me?"

"I don't know; why do you look so much like me?" Gaomon asked him.

Good point. Still didn't answer anything, though. He looked back the way he came, looking down the path, looking for anything that might give him a clue. Other than the shirt he'd tossed aside during his run, though, he couldn't see anything.

He was brought back to the moment when he heard a little click, the sound of something metallic falling against the ground. The two creatures turned as well, all of them looking towards the side of the path.

There, leaning against the crook of a tree root, was a shiny metal device with a green screen. It wasn't very big, just large enough to be wrapped around the wrist of a person, a little like a watch. Though it had been years since he had seen or even heard of something like it, though, David knew what it was almost immediately.

It was a digi-vice. Some digimon somewhere had just given off one of them, and whoever got it -

"Huh...what's this?" Gaomon said. The creatures - who David realized had to be digimon, the creatures and guards of the Digi-world - walked over to the device.

He tried to say something, but despite his best efforts, nothing came from his mouth. Too stunned to say anything, he was helpless to do anything but watch as Gaomon picked up the device and started fiddling with the controls. As they touched the buttons, David felt a weird tingle running through his body, and he realized that the digi-vice wasn't spawned by another digimon, but by him. Both of the digimon were turned away from him, so they didn't see how the controls on the device started affecting him.

David groaned as he found out just how easily this device manipulated his body. In seconds, he found himself shrinking down even further, past the height of the Gaomon and then some. He yelped softly as he passed waist height for the digimon, then their knee height, until he was barely taller than the distance from the ground to their ankles. Quivering in fear, he opened his mouth to say something.

They must have hit another button, one that reversed the last command, and he felt the tingle of the device's connection to him. It tugged him by the head, stretching his body back out as it lifted him off of the ground. He reached his original digimon height, and then surpassed it, growing to the height of his human self...and then taller...and taller...until his head 'bonked' against the bottom of one of the low hanging branches that were nearby.

Veemon turned around, and stared up at him. "Wow," he said, shaking his head at David's growth. Turning to Gaomon, he said, "Can you shrink him back down?"

"Yeah, I think so," Gaomon said. He fiddled with the device around his wrist, and before long, David found himself shrinking again.

Thankfully, they stopped him back at his normal height. Normal after his shift, anyway. Both wore massive grins on their faces, looking at him in a way that did nothing to comfort him. "You know, I think that you better stay with the two of us, David," Veemon said with a smirk. "After all, it's kind of dangerous for human beings out here in the forest if you don't know what you're doing, or if you don't have a digimon to protect you. Even with your new body, I think that you would be a lot better off with the two of us than on your own."

"He's right, you know," Gaomon said with a nod of his head. At least he didn't have quite the evil smirk that Veemon did, though he was definitely working on it. "There's a place that Veemon and I spend our nights; why don't you come with us, and you can spend the night there. We can help you find someone else that might explain things to you in the morning. Promise."

Despite the way that the two of them grinned at him, David admitted that he didn't have a great deal of options. The idea of following the path was a good enough one during the day time, but the light was rapidly failing. As it was, he could make out the two digimon, but he didn't know how much longer he'd even be able to do that. And just because he was in a digimon's body now didn't mean that he would be able to defend himself if he was called on to do that; he would be a lot safer if he was with someone, or two someones, that were used to living on their own out in the forest.

Still...

David looked down at the digi-vice that Gaomon still wore. "You promise that you won't use that on me during the trip there?" he asked.

"I promise," Gaomon said.

"Well, alright," David said. "Lead the way."

#

It didn't take them very long to find their way to Veemon's and Gaomon's hideout. They walked for what felt like a half hour down the path, and they only spent a few minutes in the darkness between when the sun had fully sunk and the moon had risen, stepping into a small den under a tree before the moon had a chance to reveal them to any of the nighttime dangers.

Their home was surprisingly comfortable looking to David; there were some carved bits of furniture, looking almost like they were made by humans, though that must have been impossible. Chairs, tables, even shelves filled the rooms under the tree in the den, and he shook his head at them in shock as he walked under and around them, following behind his guides.

They took him past the living room and into what looked like a dining room. It wouldn't have looked like a dining room without the table in the middle, and even with it, it could have been almost anything else. They sat around it, and pointed towards a chair on the other side of the table for him to sit in. He nodded thankfully before taking a seat, sighing in relief as he was able to get off of his feet for the first time in hours. It felt so good, even if he wasn't particularly tired. That was still strange; if he was still human, he would have been red-faced and panting hard in exhaustion. As it was, he was a little tired, but it was more mental than physical, and due more to the transformation into this new form and the trip he had made from the real world to this one.

As he rested, Gaomon looked over at him. "You know, we're going to ask you to do a few things for us, since we're letting you stay here," he said. "Just to kind of make it up for us, you know?"

"I understand," David said with a small nod of his head. He shifted in his chair, leaning forward slightly to look at them. "Do you have anything in particular that you want me to do? I don't know a lot about this world, but - "

"Oh, you don't have to know much to do what we're going to have you do," Veemon interrupted, chuckling. He turned to Gaomon. They shared a grin before both of them turned to David again, and David shivered at the growing smiles on their faces.

Gaomon tapped the device on his wrist a bit, and David gasped a bit as he felt a weird heat growing at the bottoms of his feet. He looked down at the ground, trying to find the source of warmth that he knew he felt, but there was nothing but earth below his feet.

So, he tried pulling his feet off of the ground, but that didn't do anything for him; even held in mid-air, he could feel the building heat under his feet, almost like there were heat lamps held right up against the bottoms of his feet, heating them up to the point of making them slick with sweat. As it built, David could actually feel the droplets of sweat running down the bottom of his feet, leaving streams of clean skin among the dirt that clung to his feet from the walk before dripping off of his heels onto the ground below.

"What...what are you doing? What is this?" David asked, shuddering as he felt a reaction stirring in his groin. "What are you doing to my feet?"

"We're testing out this thing," Gaomon said, nodding down to the digi-vice on his wrist. "First it makes you grow out on the path, and now it makes your feet get all hot and warm; I can't wait to see what some of these buttons do."

"So...so you want me to...help you test out the device?" David asked. It wasn't what he wanted to do with his night, but it wasn't that bad, not compared to some of the things that they might have done. It would definitely be weird to be controlled by two digimon, though; he could be pretty sure that he would be the first person to have that sort of experience in the last decade or so.

Veemon chuckled. "Well, that, and you can help me with my feet," the digimon said.

David's eyes shifted from Gaomon to Veemon in a flash, and Veemon chuckled. "What? I have simple things that I like, and one of them is to have someone tending to my feet. I don't get to have something like that very often, so it's a nice little treat for me."

"But...but they'll be so dirty!" David protested, doing his best to suppress the way that he could feel his cock growing between his legs, striving to ignore the feeling of heat against the bottom of his feet and failing miserably. "I don't want to lick dirt!"

"Well, this thing might force you - "

Veemon interrupted Gaomon with a lifted hand. "Don't worry about it being dirty. Sweaty, maybe, but not dirty; you won't be licking up mud or anything, I promise."

"How-"

"Don't you worry about how, David," Veemon said with a shake of his head. "Just tell me. Will you do it, or will Gaomon here be trying out every little button on that device?"

He looked back and forth between them, fighting the temptation to look under the table to check out the condition of Veemon's feet. Neither option felt like it was a good idea - despite the little surge of arousal that seemed to go through him when he thought of spending time under the table for the digimon - but he was pretty sure that he'd prefer to be doing something on his own rather than being made to do it by the device. Even if they could make him do it on his own, he felt like it would be less...bad...if he chose to do it on his own, and it wouldn't leave him with as many bad memories if he didn't like it if he did it on his own.

Slowly, David nodded, and Veemon chuckled. "Then what are you waiting for? Get under the table," the blue digimon said, pointing down at the ground. "I want to feel your tongue all over the bottoms of my feet."

Hoping that Veemon was being honest with him, David slid himself off of his chair. It was so strange to feel the constant heat against the bottoms of his feet, making them sweat. Just rubbing the bottoms of one against the top of the other left the top of his foot soaked, and he wondered what it would feel like to have feet like that pressed against his own face, rubbing against his cheeks, pushing a toe against his lips and -

David groaned, pushing the thought out of his head. He was just giving Veemon a foot licking because he wanted to have a place to stay for the night, and to keep Gaomon from going too crazy with the digi-vice. That was it. He didn't have some kind of foot fetish for these creatures that he wanted to indulge; he didn't want to be used by the two of them; he didn't even want to be a foot toy or manipulated. It was just business, the trading of one favor for another.

Still, it was a little hard to ignore the way that his cock poked up and out from his groin as he made his way across the floor under the table. He swore that it was throbbing against his stomach, the tip of it wet with pre, even though he hadn't so much as touched it all day. Grumbling at the way that it was lying about how he felt, David made himself look down at the floor until he was all the way at the other side of the table.

The sight of the blue toes was enough to make him look up, and he blushed a little bit as he realized just how those feet looked. Veemon was three toed, just like him, but the toes themselves were a bit shorter than his were. The claws were bigger, though, and the feet themselves were a little thicker in proportion to the length of the feet. Both swayed back and forth in his direction, and despite what he told himself, David couldn't stop the little twitch of arousal from his new cock as he looked at them.

Telling himself he was just getting ready for this, he bent down, laying on his back on the floor to look up at the pair of feet. Surprisingly, they were just as clean as Veemon had promised, not covered in dirt or mud at all. Instead, the blue soles were simply sweaty, wet looking and dripping just a bit. A few little drops landed right on his face, and he gasped at the way that they carried the smell of musk with them, soaking his face with it and making him whimper slightly as his body reacted to the smell. David never knew that the smell of a sweaty, musky foot could be as sexy as this was, and he only just resisted the urge to grab his cock and give it a few strokes.

He did stop himself as soon as he realized what he was doing, though, and blushed, thankful that he hadn't been seen by either of the digimon. Considering what they were already doing to him, he didn't want to think of what they'd do if they knew that he enjoyed this on some level. David took a few deep breaths - groaning softly as it filled his nose and mouth with the smell and taste of those feet - and slowly leaned upwards, pressing his lips against the undersides of Veemon's feet.

Veemon's feet were surprisingly soft along the bottom, and though he found out that they were a bit scaly rather than fleshy, they still had a surprising amount of give to them. David pressed against them, and they pressed back against his face, rubbing the sweaty undersides along his facial fur. Just breathing in overwhelmed his sense of smell with the musk that the feet had, and he panted hard against them, unsure if he was trying to get a breath of air that was clean or trying to get more of the musk; it was just too strong, so very strong, and he couldn't think straight no matter how hard he tried.

The feet rubbed up and down along his face, and despite knowing he was supposed to be licking them and tending to them, it was all David could do to keep still and let Veemon have his way. He tried to tell himself that he was just sitting here so that Veemon could do what he wanted, but there was an increasingly large part of his mind that was shouting how much it loved this, how much he wanted to lick all over those feet until they were completely clean.

They felt so different against his face than he imagined human feet would; they were smoother, and most definitely more slick with how sweaty they were. Even as they rubbed against his face fur, it was like they refused to dry off, just soaking him with their scent rather than getting dry. David had to almost lay on top of his hands to keep them from reaching for his groin, particularly when he was reminded of how sweaty his own feet were, rubbing against each other smoothly.

One of those blue toes pushed into his mouth, the claw just lightly dragging over his tongue as it pushed in deep. "Don't stop there, David," Veemon said, dragging his foot back and forth, pulling his toe over David's tongue repeatedly. "I told you that I wanted you to lick over my feet, remember? Now, when I take my toe back out of your mouth, I want you to get to work on making sure that they are completely clean, with all the sweat gone. Got it?"

David nodded his head slowly, and Veemon pulled his toe back. Both feet were held in front of his face, and for a second, he was reminded of nothing so much as a dinner plate, oddly enough.

Then the moment passed, and he found himself leaning up and pressing his lips against Veemon's feet again. He had barely realized he'd been moving, but he was flush against those blue, musky feet, dragging his tongue across the undersides repeatedly. Salty sweat gathered on his tongue with every lick, and he moaned between them as he swallowed the digimon's sweat, swallowed it down and went back for more. He still managed to keep from grabbing at his cock, but it was turning out to be a losing battle, as his body wanted to have some additional pleasure while he did this so badly. But he couldn't...couldn't show them that he liked doing this, or they'd - He shook his head. He'd deal with that if it happened.

He dragged his tongue from heel to toe in long, slow licks, gathering as much as the musky liquid on his tongue as he could before pulling his head back and swallowing it down. It went down easily, almost like he was slurping up a drink from a bowl or something like that, rather than licking sweat off of a creature's foot. He panted softly, gradually making his way up to Veemon's toes, alternating between feet with each lick so that he could get them both clean at the same time.

When he reached the toes, he pushed his tongue between them, and immediately found a stronger source of the musky flavor. There were pools of sweat between the toes, small ones, but definitely present, and definitely stronger than the sweat that covered the bottoms of the feet. Grabbing Veemon's feet with both hands, he pressed his nose right against the toes, sniffing hard at the scent, filling his nose and mind with the powerful musk that came from between the toes.

"Heh, you really love this, don't you, David?" Veemon said, wiggling his toes. David moaned as the blue toes and claws danced along his face, shuddering softly at the way that it stirred excitement in his groin. "I bet you would stay down there all night, just nuzzling and licking at my feet, at Gaomon's feet. You just love to have your face pressed up against sweaty feet, licking them clean and showing off just how much of a foot lover you are."

As much as Veemon made him blush, there was no way that David could deny the truth; his cock was bobbing up and down hard, and he was starting to feel as though he might cum hands free. He didn't look up from the digimon's foot, but instead just pulled two toes into his mouth, licking and sucking on them gently to give Veemon his answer.

"I thought so," Veemon said with a nod. The blue digimon looked over at Gaomon, and gave a little nod before kicking David back from his feet.

Landing on his rear, David barely had the chance to look back up at them before Gaomon pressed a button on the digi-vice. A familiar tingle spread all over his body, and he groaned as he found himself shrinking, slowly growing smaller with every passing second. Considering his height as a Gaomon wasn't that tall to begin with, this didn't bode well.

Both of the digimon got up from the table, reaching underneath it with their feet and pushing him out into the open. As he continued to shrink, past their knees and then past their calves, there was little that David could do to stop them. Being so tiny, he couldn't outrun them, and there was no way that he had the strength to actually stop them from pushing him around. Not in a million years could he get that strong. So, he went along with it, letting them push him out from under the table to where they wanted him.

Before long, he was so small that he could ride on top of the feet pushing him along. Grabbing onto Gaomon's fuzzy foot, he held tight to the toes as the digimon walked away from the table. They kept walking, further and further away from the table, until they were out of the room and on their way to another part of the den. Barely half the size of Gaomon's foot now, David had little choice but to follow along and hope for the best.

They walked through the halls of the little den, passing by several frames before they reached one that they seemed to be satisfied with. Stepping through, they walked into what David could only assume was a bedroom. At least, that was his best guess; there was a large set of pillows at one end of the room, as well as some blankets, and it looked like a place where someone would sleep. No mattress, though; probably didn't have that sort of stuff in the Digi-world, now that he thought about it.

Gaomon shook him off of his foot when they were by the pillows, and David fell down onto one of them. He bounced once, twice, before he settled down on top of the massive thing. By this point, he had shrunk down to three, maybe four inches in height, and definitely not a thick three or four inches in height, either. He looked up at the full size digimon, blushing a bit as he realized that they were aroused from what was happening to him, maybe as aroused as he had been under Veemon's feet.

Hands on their cocks, the two digimon lifted their feet up, each of them standing on one foot. "Tell me, foot lover, which of our feet do you like better?" Veemon asked.

"Better pick quick, though; if you don't pick one, we might just cover you with both," Gaomon added, chuckling.

Trying to ignore the way that his body shuddered at the thought of being covered by both feet, David looked back and forth between the two massive feet. There were definite differences between the two; Gaomon's toes were longer, and were covered in fur, but also had shorter claws in proportion to his toes. Veemon's toes were shorter, and his feet were thicker, though there wasn't any hair that might cause problems if they wanted their feet licked. Then again, Gaomon's feet were longer, and looked just a bit more exotic...

Their grins made him blush as he looked back and forth between them, and he could feel the timer for his choice running down. He looked back and forth between them quicker. Veemon's foot were still just as wet as it had been before, though at least a part of that had to be his saliva rather than the digimon's sweat. Gaomon's foot looked a little more dry, but not by a lot; that would be mostly if not all sweat, though, which would be better to get over his body than his spit.

Just as the feet started moving, he pointed towards Gaomon. "His foot, his foot!" he shouted. Even to his ears his voice sounded quiet, muted, and he didn't want to think about how quiet it must be to the two digimon, considering the size difference between them. However, they did seem to get the message, and Veemon put his foot back on the ground, shaking his head as he sat down on one of the pillows on the other side of the sleeping spot.

Gaomon, on the other hand, continued to stand on one foot while bringing his other foot down towards David. David went wide-eyed as the big foot slowly descended on him, pushing down on top of him and pushing him down against the pillow behind him. The plushiness of the pillow was the one thing that kept him from feeling pain from this, and turned it into something pleasurable instead.

Pressure, massive pressure came from the foot above, but the pillow gave under him enough to keep him from feeling the pain. Instead, he just felt like he was being pressed against the foot above him, squishing against the underside and getting held against it. He moaned as all of his air was tainted with the sweaty, musky smell of the hot digimon foot, forcing him to breathe in the smell and taste the foot and sweat with every breath he took, and despite his best intentions, David couldn't stop himself from thrusting up against the foot above him.

He moaned, feeling Gaomon go still as he continued to thrust and grind against the padded foot above him, grinding his body against it, pushing himself and his cock against the underside again and again. The bottom was so slick with sweat that he couldn't stop himself, and there was only just enough friction for him to really enjoy himself, not enough for him to get hurt by grinding against the pads on the bottom of the foot. David moaned, feeling his cock throb as he enjoyed the sweaty foot -

Only for it to get pulled away from him before he could reach his climax. Both digimon looked down at him as he kept thrusting up empty air, both looking a bit confused as David whimpered at the denial of his pleasure. "Please..." he whimpered softly. "Please...I was so close..."

"Heh, told you that the little guy liked it," Veemon said from his spot. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it as he watched the show. "Why don't you give him a little reward for being so well behaved so far? He can clean you up after."

"Hmmmm, I guess he deserves a bit of a treat for not trying to run away," Gaomon said with a nod.

He lifted his foot up once more, and David blushed as he looked up at the big sweaty thing. "Now, make sure that you cum quickly. I want to keep using you for a while, and I don't want to wait forever for you to get off. Got it?"

"I understand," David said, nodding his head rapidly. He didn't care anymore. It was embarrassing what they were doing to him, yes, but he wanted to get his release so badly that he would agree to anything in order to get it at this point. There was no point in fighting what he couldn't stop, after all, so he might as well enjoy it, no matter how embarrassing it was.

The foot came down on him again, pressing him against the pillow once more. Gaomon turned it from side to side, grinding the foot against David's body, and it didn't take long before David could feel his pleasure rising up once more. His cock throbbed as it was sandwiched between his miniature body and the digimon's giant foot, but this time there was no way that he could grind up against it. The pressure was too much, and he was held down against the pillow too tightly for him to do anything. All he could do was lay there while Gaomon teased him with his foot, pushing David further and further towards his orgasm at the digimon's pace.

To Gaomon's credit, David had to admit that the digimon was not being slow about it. He could already feel it rising, and if Gaomon kept to a single pace, he had little doubt that he'd cum inside of just a few minutes if that. But the digimon was varying the speed, slowly speeding up, grinding against him faster, as though he was getting impatient.

The speedy grinding, being surrounded by so much sweaty foot flesh, overwhelmed by the massive amount of musk, drove David over the edge almost before he knew that he was there. He gasped against the pads on the bottom of Gaomon's soles, and tried to buck against the foot. It was futile, but his hips twitched in the attempt anyway, his cock exploding with cum along the bottom of Gaomon's foot, covering it with his cum and adding his own mild musk to the potent smells that came off of the bottom of the digimon's foot.

It lifted off of him, and David panted softly as he let his afterglow wash over him. He could only stare at the two digimon, Gaomon looking down at him with a smirk, and Veemon looking at him with a lusty grin, both of them stroking themselves pretty hard, pretty fast.

"You definitely enjoyed that, didn't you?" Veemon said. "I bet you could go again, if you stayed under there for very long. What do you think, foot lover?"

"I..." David blushed a bit. "That's not my - "

"It is your name now," Gaomon interrupted with a grin. "Foot Lover. I think it fits you, considering that you just came all over the bottom of my foot."

"But you -"

"I just put you down there and rubbed. You were the one that came and begged for the chance," Gaomon said with a smirk on his face. He still stood on one foot, and David could all too clearly see the spot where he'd cum on Gaomon's foot. It was white compared to the blue, and it was just...so obvious, so clear how much he had enjoyed his time under the digimon's foot.

Before he could try and explain, Gaomon brought his foot back down on the floor, and then upended the pillow that David was on. He went flying through the air for a second, only to land against Veemon's foot, head between the toes and his body hanging against the underside of the blue digimon's foot. Groaning softly at the impact, he started to push himself up only to have the toes tighten around him, grabbing him tightly around the neck. Struggling against Veemon's toe grip, David soon realized that he was completely trapped.

"You know, I was thinking of having a little toy underfoot," Veemon said. "I just didn't think it would be something like a miniature you, Gaomon. Think that you'd like to keep this little Foot Lover?"

"I think that I could enjoy that, Veemon." Gaomon chuckled, and David shivered as he felt the other digimon's toes rubbing against his back and lower body, pushing him more firmly against Veemon's foot. "Think we should let him have a choice in this too?"

David tried to say something, but the toes squeezing around his neck suddenly tightened, and nothing more than a soft squeak got out. "Nah, I think that he's enjoying this too much to really say no," Veemon said with a chuckle. "Then it's settled. We'll keep him as a little toy for some stress relief."

"Works for me," Gaomon said. David could just hear the smirk in the digimon's voice, and he shivered as he was pressed gently between the two feet, already starting to get a bit of an erection again as he was sandwiched between the two feet. He could feel the smooth bottoms of Veemon's foot pressing against his groin, and he knew that Veemon would notice his erection before much longer.

The toes let go of his neck after a few more seconds, and David yanked his head back, gasping and panting as he got away from the massive pool of musk between Veemon's toes. "Hehehe, feels like the little Foot Lover is getting hard again, Gaomon." Veemon looked up at the other digimon, and chuckled. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Foot sandwich?"

"Foot sandwich."

Not sure if he liked the sound of that, David turned to look up at their faces. They gave nothing away, only having that same semi-evil smirk that they'd worn ever since they'd picked up the digi-vice. However, he had to grab hold of Veemon's toes as Veemon lifted up his foot, holding it further off of the ground. The skin was extremely slippery, and David only just managed to keep his grip on it as it lifted up and up. It was probably only about a foot or two over the ground, but for someone as small as him, that was a great deal more distance, and perhaps enough to be deadly.

Gaomon sat down across from Veemon, and started lifting up one of his feet. Immediately, David knew what was going to happen, and he wasn't sure if he was turned on by the idea or freaked out by it, as his cock throbbed against his crotch but he also broke out in a cold sweat. "Oh boy," he muttered under his breath.

"Got any bands?" Veemon asked. "Might help hold him still a little more."

"Nah, I think we used the last ones on that prank on Leomon a few weeks ago," Gaomon said, shaking his head a few times. "Just hold him still until I get my foot aimed at him, and everything will work out alright," he said, sticking his tongue out and squinting as he took aim.

There was nothing that David could do to stop it or slow it down; he was holding on for dear life just to keep from falling down to the ground, and even if he did manage to hold onto the slick, sweaty foot, he was still going to be sandwiched between the two big feet, held between two strong digimon that towered over him and could do whatever the hell they wanted to him, no matter how he might protest.

The thing was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to protest anymore. The part of him that had started out enjoying this earlier had gotten bigger and stronger in his head as time went on, and by now, it was as big or bigger than the part of him that was afraid of what they might do to him. That part wanted to be smashed between the two big feet, wanted to be used by the digimon however they wanted to use him.

He could feel Veemon's and Gaomon's eyes on him, and he sighed softly as he just waited, knowing that the impact would come any second, and - despite himself - he was looking forward to it.

It came hard, and it came fast, Gaomon's foot slamming into him from behind and sandwiching him between the two musky feet. The pressure was just enough to hold him still, hold him pinned between the two feet, and considering that the impact had knocked his arms free from Veemon's toe, that was a very good thing. He was utterly surrounded in hot, sweaty foot flesh, and he could feel his fuzzy body getting soaked in their juices, soaked in the smell of their sweat and musk. By the time that they let him free, he knew that he would smell exactly like their feet.

They started grinding their feet against each other, the toes laced together above his head as he was held just under the toes. It cut off some of the light above him, and he was held pinned between soft sole and fur and pads, his body held spread-eagle as both pairs of feet rubbed against him, fur against his back and scales against his front, his cock pressed up against his stomach, his nose pinned against sweaty, wet scales. Muted laughter made its way through the flesh around him, filling his ears with the giggles of the digimon as they used him.

That laughter shifted to moans as he tried to squirm and they kept grinding against him, teasing him and themselves with their feet. Both digimon definitely had a foot fetish as strong as his, if not stronger, David realized; they enjoyed the touch of their feet against each other as much as they enjoyed having him stuck between their feet. Even through the barrier of fur and flesh, he could make out moans and the fap fap sound of a guy enjoying himself with his hand.

Of course, he couldn't focus on that for long, as most of his attention was on the feet that were playing with him. They moved him up and down along their feet, sometimes sliding him all the way down to their heels to really put the pressure on him before sliding him back up, all the way to the bridge just under their toes, where the smell of sweat and musk was strongest, and where he felt his head start to swim almost immediately.

Every time they moved him, it was like moving through a very slick, tight tube, lubed up by their sweat and moved along by precise muscle twitches, feeling their feet grinding and squeezing against him all the way down, and all the way up. It was very weird, but it was so sexy, and so hot, that he couldn't stop moaning the whole way through. Every breath he took was tainted with the smell and taste of their feet, and with a bit of his own saliva left over from when he was licking Veemon's foot before. It wasn't so bad as he had feared, nor was it pleasant; it simply added to the overall experience by sliding him around easier and making it slicker and hotter between the pair of feet.

He wasn't entirely sure how long he spent between the pair of feet, but he knew that there were many orgasms to be had between the start and finish of it. His body was milked of his cum, forced to cum again and again against both pairs of feet. Somehow, they managed to turn him around several times, so that sometimes he came against Gaomon's foot, and other times against Veemon's, his body soaked in his sweat, their sweat, and his cum, utterly drenched.

David only knew when it was over when they dropped him on a pillow, leaving him there for a moment. His body started growing again, until he was a little taller than the Gaomon but shorter than Veemon. They smirked at him, and reached out with their feet, patting him on the cheek and on the groin.

Shuddering at the touch, he reached out, pulling their feet to his face and giving each one a kiss. "Thank....thank you," he whispered in exhaustion.

"Heh, good Foot Lover," Gaomon said with a laugh.

They walked out of the bedroom, doubtless to find something else to do. David watched them go, and then leaned back against the pillows, falling asleep in less than a second out of sheer exhaustion. He'd been sent through a portal to a strange world that he knew little about; he'd lost his human form; he was under the control of two strangers; and he was going to be used again and again, until they either got bored of him or something else happened.

This....this was better than he could have hoped, he thought as he slipped into a very hot dream of the day's events.