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[b][u][center]The Glitch in the System[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Animorph59[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

David chuckled as he pulled the latest piece out of the 3D printer, setting the latest miniature up along the line of other creatures he'd already had made. None of them were particularly accurate to the world that he'd been a fan of since his childhood, but that was more a result of his skill with the rendering programs than it was with the printer.

Still, he could see what each one was supposed to be, and he chuckled as he stroked a finger over their heads, naming them in his head as he went up the line.

[i]DemiVeemon, Veemon, ExVeemon, Veedramon…[/i]

They were all there, though distorted, and he loved them all. Such a line of characters and creatures that he hadn't seen in some time, and he was glad of the chance to remind himself of them. It had been way too long since he'd thought about the old show, and how much he'd enjoyed it as a kid. The fact that he could use the 3D printer was a bonus, letting him make something he could keep and remember for a while.

He was about to put them away when the screen flickered behind him, and he turned to see what was the problem. For a moment, he swore he saw some sort of symbol, then it was gone. The screen flickered again, almost like an electrical short, but there was still nothing, just a burst of numbers that showed briefly before fading away.

[i]Weird.[/i]

David walked over to the console, hitting a couple of buttons to make sure that there was no damage to the system, but there didn't appear to be. He checked the printer load, and that was when things started to get weird.

“An outside order?"

He'd already finished the printing queue of his own stuff, and there was nobody else waiting to use the lab, as far as he was aware of it. Yet, somehow someone had gotten an order in.

“Must be a glitch or something. Not even an order from inside the school."

He shook his head, finger hovering over the 'cancel order' button, but he stopped himself. Why cancel it? It might be interesting to see what someone else was getting made.

So, he pulled up a chair and watched the process, staring at the sliding tools within the printer as they started building whatever the order was up from a basic structure to something slightly more recognizable. It looked like some sort of mask, something with a circular border and – as it went on – some horns that would point backwards over the wearer's head.

The printer was a more advanced version, so it was also adding color as it went, giving it a striking and recognizable blue color that he knew he had seen before. It spread down, making a scale-like pattern as the eye ridges came up, rather than eyebrows, so he knew it was some sort of reptile as it started putting itself together.

[i]Geez, this is a good one,[/i] David thought as he watched the mask take shape. [i]Someone put a lot of love into making this one as realistic as possible.[/i]

Despite himself, he was getting excited to see what the end result would be, sitting on the edge of his seat as he admired the craftsmanship. The blue face came down a bit further, revealing a yellow V on the forehead, and he stared at it for a moment before turning back to his little miniatures.

There was one of the same shapes right there, complete with the horns swooping back over the head. Could it be? Could that be what someone was printing a mask of?

He turned around to watch, to be sure. The machine kept on chugging, showing off a dexterity in construction that could only be admired, even down to making a horn that would come up and out over the nose. There was no question, now. This was definitely a mask of ExVeemon. It was astoundingly well-done, too, giving it the proper shape and the right proportions for someone of just about any size to imitate the powerful Digimon.

[i]Hehehe, I gotta try this one when it comes out. This is amazing.[/i]

The printer shut down not much longer after that, opening itself up and displaying the finished product. David picked it up, turning it around to make sure that it was properly finished – and it was – and he was surprised at how sturdy it was. Someone must have made it a multi-layer thing to make sure that it held together properly for wear and tear.

[i]This is gonna look so cool.[/i]

He turned it right-side up, and - after taking off his glasses - pulled it up against his face. It was smooth on the inside, easy to wear, and he could feel that it was made to settle on his face and rest there, supported by his nose and cheekbones rather than anything else. He chuckled, smiling as he pressed it firmly to his face and turned towards one of the mirrors on the far wall.

[i]It looks perfect,[/i] he thought, admiring the - admittedly blurred - yellow V on his forehead, the nose horn, the two blue horns that swept over the back of his head. It even had the proper head shape, going down to make a muzzle and a white chin rather than a continued blue color all the way down. The molder really had thought of just about everything.

He shook his head. Much fun as it was, he should put it back, or maybe take it with him as a sign of the glitch in the system. If someone had hacked the computer system of the school, the administration should hear about it before the printer started spewing out more and more parts and using up valuable time and materials. He reached up to take the mask off…only to find that he couldn't.

“What the…"

David pulled on the mask harder, but no matter how he tugged, the thing felt like it was stuck tight to his face. Even when he reached back to the edges of it, pressing his fingers to where the gap should be, he couldn't find it. It was as if the mask had melted into his skin, sealing itself to his face.

It was impossible, but even as he ran his fingers all around the edges of the mask, he couldn't find a single gap. There wasn't a space left for him to get his fingers into, or even a couple of pens or even a paperclip. It was stuck, and somehow...somehow he could see clearly. Clearer than his glasses had ever allowed him to.

Starting to panic, David flailed around, trying to find something like a pair of scissors. If nothing else, he could stab into the side of the mask to open it up and get a grip on the inside. He'd just found one and was lifting it to his cheek when he realized…

He could feel it.

[i]This…how? This wasn't…this can't be.[/i]

Carefully, he tapped the metal tip of the sharp scissors against the mask, and realized that he felt it as if it was his own cheek getting nudged by it. He almost dropped the metal scissors at that point, stepping back from them and almost falling over one of the desks. He grabbed at his face, shaking his head at the impossibility of it all, but there it was. His mask had become his face, and it was already changing further. He could feel like he could open the mouth of the mask if he opened his own mouth, and as he experimented, so it did.

He stared in the mirror, watching as his tongue started to stretch out, pushing against the boundary of the mask until it was the proper size for his new mouth, and his teeth had disappeared, replaced by the fake teeth in the mask that were rapidly becoming all too real. He stared at the disturbing image, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Then…then it started changing even further.

Even as his mouth and face filled in the inside of the mask, he could see the blue and white of the mask spreading down the sides of his neck. His eyes went wide – the mask's eyes going wide at the same time – and reached down, trying to…stop the spread, somehow? He didn't know if it was even possible, but he had to try, had to do something to preserve what was left of his humanity. His fingers were only a slight obstacle to the spread, soon getting soaked with the blue and white and starting to turn as well. He brought his hands down, staring at them, watching as his fingers fattened and the tops started turning into the same blue 'scales' that were covering the back of his neck.

The blue color continued to spread over his hands, and he backed up further, almost like he was running away from his own body. He slammed against the window on the far side of the classroom, his eyes almost bugging out of his own head as he stared at the thickening fingers, the hardening nails as they started turning into semi-claws. His hands were getting wider, as well, hanging heavily from his wrists as the blue color spread all over his palms, down along his fingers, and then up towards his forearms.

There was no stopping it, and the only reason David wasn't screaming was because he was fascinated by the whole thing, probably in the least healthy way that he could be. There was no denying what was happening to him, as impossible as it was.

[i]I'm…I'm becoming..ExVeemon?[/i]

It seemed so, as the blue continued streaking up his body, running up his arms and passing over his elbows in short order. He felt the bulges of his muscles growing, making his arms thicker and heavier as it went, but with more power to deal with all that weight. He watched the muscle pop in, spreading out over his arms and his shoulders, making his forearms thick enough to look like weapons, and his upper arms – while smaller – just perfectly suited for delivering the big bulges of wrecking power of his lower arms. They were all blue, too, alien and inhuman.

As the color spread over his shoulders, he could feel something else happening to his hands. He spread out his fingers again, staring through them as his middle and pointer fingers started to merge together, his ring and pinkie fingers doing the same. They were slowly disappearing, giving him two fingers instead of four on each hand, and he could hardly believe the fact that it was happening without pain.

As he stared at the transformation, he saw something else. As his fingers melted together, there was a brief flicker of green and black numbers, almost like a digital code sealing his hands together. The green flickered, then turned blue, then flickered back, almost like a pure code was getting affected and altered as it went along.

[i]No, no, no, this…this is impossible. I am seeing things, I'm getting crazy, I'm going mad.[/i]

That was a possibility, but as he slammed his arm against the wall and broke a hole through it to the outside, the evidence seemed to say that either his madness was a lot worse than he thought, or he wasn't going mad at all. All he knew was that he was getting stronger.

The bigger he got, the harder it was for his clothes to maintain. They were already ripped down his arms, broken apart by the muscle growth that had hit him that hard, but as his shoulders started getting a bit thicker, he could feel the rest of it going. Everything was getting bigger, stronger, harder, and it didn't take long for his shirt – already tight – to give up the ghost, ripping apart and falling to the ground in shreds. As it did, he felt a bump growing in behind him, the start of a tail as the blue and white kept spreading.

As the blue spread over his shoulders, giving him more muscle and more power for the wrecking forces that his arms had become, he could see the white ooze running down his neck working on his chest as well. He stared at the strange things it did, making his skin hard like armor, and giving him something almost like a scar on his chest. Except, rather than a slash, it was like someone had left the letter 'x' across his chest, big and gold and silver against the white that his chest had become. It had a slight break in it down towards his belly, but…

[i]Nnngh, not the pants![/i]

He blushed as he tried to reach down and keep his pants from splitting, but it was too late. His body was already growing in the hips, muscle piling on behind him on his ass and making it even bigger, and he didn't know if there would be any way to stop it. The thickness was spreading down his legs, making them bigger with muscle as well, and he could feel a bulge growing down one of his legs. His cock had slipped out of its boxers and its containment, sliding along and getting…bigger. Much, much bigger.

He blushed worse as he felt it throbbing down in his pants, getting thick enough for him to see through the denim of his jeans, getting constricted as it hung almost down to his knees. He shivered, trying not to touch it, but his two-fingered hands hand a mind of their own. They pushed down, rubbing along the bulge, and David gasped in pure pleasure.

Everything was so sensitive, he realized, so hard and eager and so much stronger than it had been. Sensation, muscles, everything was better than it had been just a few minutes ago, and even feeling his cock through his pants was nearly enough to get him off at that point. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he leaned against the wall, the spines along his back poking holes in it and he didn't even care.

All that mattered was that strange, powerful swelling that kept pulsing through him, making it harder and harder to think as it got stronger and stronger, changing him more and more with each passing second. His body tingled from head to toe, and as his pants started swelling more, ripping in the back and along the legs, he could feel like they were about to give up the ghost.

Finally, they ripped, falling apart almost in a straight line along the outer parts of his legs before doing the same along the inside. His bulging boxers were still intact, but he could tell that they wouldn't be for long. The underwear was stretched massively in the front, the head of his cock sticking out through the bottom of the right leg of his boxers, and he could see it already dripping pre. It landed down on his socks and shoes, reminding him that they'd probably be growing soon, as well.

Despite that, he couldn't help but stare at his own size, looking at the fact that he had grown to something that was muscular as all hell, bigger than any of the jocks in the school by some way, and with a cock that would put literally anyone to shame with its impossible size. Despite his bigger hands, he couldn't wrap his fingers around it, and that told him that it was thicker than any of the guys that he'd seen in the locker room, possibly bigger than some of the rolls of meat that were served in the cafeteria these days.

David groaned, not wanting to think of that just yet, only grateful that nobody had seen him so far.

He looked down at his feet, seeing the way that his tennis shoes were stretching at the toe and at the sides. He remembered how big ExVeemon's feet were, massive compared to the size of the body, and he knew that his feet were going to rip through his shoes any second. There was no chance to pull them free; he could already feel that his shoes were far too small for his feet, and they were swelling near the toes first, so there was no way that they would come out through the hole.

He'd just have to wait, and his cock throbbed slightly at the idea of having such massive feet that they'd rip through his own shoes.

He watched, staring as the material along the side of the shoes started to get ripped, pulling and tearing away from the sole. He could see the gaps where his sock could push through, and saw the points that were slowly getting bigger and more obvious at the toe of the shoe. Wiggling his toes, he could see them dancing more clearly than he had ever seen before, each one making a clear imprint through the shoe itself.

The first toe pushed through a few seconds later, ripping through with a punch of the claw that had grown out of the tip. He gasped, almost feeling like he had been given some sense of relief, or release, or…pleasure, at that ripping. He couldn't put his finger on it –

RIIIIP!

“Ooooh gods…"

He stared as he watched his toes punch free, one by one growing too big to be contained. His shoes ripped apart around the wider, thicker blue toes he had, each one sprouting a claw that was bigger than a chef's knife, and thicker besides. He had seen those being used to stomp enemies all over the place in the TV show, and he imagined that his feet were going to be a mighty weapon from now on.

Weapon?

David rubbed his head, trying to figure out where that thought came from as his shoes were shredded the rest of the way, his socks falling off as well. Why had that thought come to his mind?

[i]Weapon…you are a weapon…[/i]

“No…no I'm not…what…"

The former human shuddered as he slid along the wall, leaning against the window a few seconds later. He looked out at the college campus, seeing a number of people a floor down that hadn't even noticed what was going on up there yet. They were just walking around like they were living a normal life, unaware of what had happened, or what was going on in his head.

[i]Destruction.[/i]

He groaned, David trying to shake his head at the idea, but the image was in his head. A Digimon was a powerful creature, too powerful to be released in the real world. It was something that could rip through buildings without even trying, even on the lower levels, and he could feel his arms just bulging with the power to go through this bulging. He could rush through the first floor, break down all the supports, and leave the building collapsing within a couple of minutes if he wanted, and he wouldn't take any serious strain or pain for his work.

As he wobbled on his larger feet, David could feel a few tingles running through his body, a few pieces of coding pushing out and then pushing back in, almost like someone was programming him or altering him even further. That was impossible, though. They were in the real world. There was no –

The mask. He realized that the mask had been made for something, that it had come through as a glitch, alright, but not the glitch that he'd thought. It wasn't a hack that had come through from somewhere else, but an attack. Something from the digital world – which he could believe was real now – had pushed it into the real world through the 3D printer, giving code a chance to affect physical things.

He reached up to his face again, trying to pull at the mask again, hoping it would come free, but there was no chance anymore. He was fully a digimon, with no other remnants of his humanity left save for his mind, and he could feel it going fast. Something was slipping through his head, adding those images of destruction, pushing him to think of it as well. So many ways to destroy the buildings, so many possible chances to destroy the things that had been built up over the course of human history.

[i]Need…more power…for that.[/i]

He'd hoped that it would dissuade the strange power behind the mask, but instead, it seemed to take it as a challenge. David felt more of the energy and tingles swelling inside of him, the mask and the codes seeming to swell and multiply it, and then direct it.

[i]Outside. Get outside.[/i]

The nearly-naked ExVeemon had no choice. It was like his body was suddenly controlled by something else, and he did what it said. The window shattered as he threw his body against it, and he landed with a hard enough thump to make people run back a few steps. When they saw him, saw the way that he looked, most of those that had pulled back kept on running, with some few people pulling out their smartphones and taking pictures, even video of what he had become. David wanted to cover himself, but no, the voice had something else to say.

[i]Grow.[/i]

Suddenly, the body that he had felt tight, the skin around him pulled tense and taut against his frame. He shuddered, feeling the already-big muscles in his arms and legs expanding, thickening, getting harder and more powerful.

He stretched, pushing against the ground as his body started growing upwards as well as outwards. The sudden screams and shrieks of astonishment filled his ears as he surged upwards a foot, and then another, and another, each pulse carrying him higher and higher up.

The rest of his body grew with him, everything pulsing with size as he started to grow. His already huge feet were getting bigger and bigger, his body getting heavier and heavier for them to support. By the time he reached twelve feet tall, his feet crunched through the pavement, the sheer size of them and his body too much for the sidewalk to maintain.

David took a step forward, hearing a rip as his much-stretched boxers were finally unable to contain him or his cock. A massive shaft swung free, smacking one of the jocks in front of him across the face and knocking him out. The feeling of something grinding up against him made him shudder, even moan at the strange sensation of being so much bigger, so much more powerful than anything around him.

And he was still growing. He could feel the power surging through him, felt the pulse that carried him from twelve feet tall to eighteen hit him as he took a step. The people around him were running away, his foot coming down to create a massive crater in the sidewalk. There was no denying the things that were happening to him, no denying the power and size that he was getting with every passing second. He was able to look down at the window he'd jumped out of, now, seeing how much smaller that was, how much smaller he had been.

Step.

Another pulse, another throb through his body as he surged upwards, his skin feeling so tight before the growth caught up with him and stretched him out again. His nose horn broke the limits of twenty-five feet, leaving him standing so much taller than he had, able to look down on a number of houses across from the campus. He was a huge creature, bigger than anything else that had ever been around here. Even if there were animals that had been big enough to meet him in the eye, he was more powerful than they would ever be, big enough to knock them down and punch his superiority into them.

Step.

He surged again, moaning as he reached thirty feet tall, as big as most of the buildings and only barely smaller than the tallest of the college buildings. He was able to look down on everything, his cock as long as most of the cars in the parking lot, and even bigger than some of them. He grabbed it, feeling how good it felt in his hand, how massive. He would be seen from everywhere with this, his cock throbbing and grabbing the eyes of everyone else.

Step.

Another growth, past forty-five feet. He was growing faster and faster, his body now too big to be contained easily within the campus. The fleeing crowd of people told him that the buildings had been evacuated, and just in time as he expanded outwards as well as upwards. His muscular blue body was pressing into the buildings without even trying, and as he shifted from side to side, he felt windows, floors, doors, even stairways crushing into oblivion at his sides, leaving him with nothing but the sense of ultimate power over the fate of the people around him.

Step, step, step.

Three quick steps carried him to over a hundred feet tall, maybe as much as a hundred fifty. He looked down at the quaint little campus that had been his world for so long, and he smiled as he lifted one massive foot over the biggest building there. Thirty-five feet tall, home of so many different subjects, and now, it would just be a monument to destruction.

He brought his foot down, his sole crushing the building without the slightest effort. He groaned, feeling a strange sense of pleasure as he did it, reaching down and groping himself as he felt his cock throb. As the building smashed down beneath his foot, as he felt the crumpling metal and heard the screech of it grinding against itself, his cock got harder and harder, as if it was aroused by the destruction that he could cause.

He grinned. There was so much more he could do than this.

ExVeemon David turned around, his massive feet leaving craters the size of houses in the ground as he took another step, and then another. He could feel his own scent rising as well as his own size, a powerful musk of foot and sweat in the air as he grew higher and higher. He passed three-hundred feet on the next step, and then five hundred after that. He was taller than almost any building but a skyscraper now, and he could look down on the neighborhoods around him. They were nothing more than the little mats in the barbershops where kids played, where the roads were laid out around houses and could be crossed in a single good step.

But why just walk over, when he could walk through?

He took his first step, and brought his foot down on a collection of houses that ran down a street. There were so many, all jumbled together, and he could feel each and every one breaking down under his foot. In one step, an entire street was shattered, some of the cars fitting between his toes, and the scraps of a house or two fitting right there as well, making for a crunching sensation as he picked his foot up and took another step, and then another.

Crush, smash, crack, screech. Houses, cars, even a few apartment buildings were nothing before his powerful feet and his massive body. In three more steps, he'd not only cleared the small suburbs between the college and the city in the distance, but had grown even taller, past 1,300 feet now. He stood as tall as the biggest building in the city, and he knew that it wouldn't remain the biggest thing around for long.

His cock was so hard now, his shaft throbbing with the need to be released, and he could tell that any of the buildings would make for a fine target. Not for fucking – he wasn't that far gone – but for the sensation of whipping his hips around and swinging his dick through one of the buildings. He was so hard, so strong, that he doubted that any of the windows would be able to hurt him even if he shattered them to smithereens. And the biggest building was right there.

Despite his size, he had the feeling that there was nobody left. The evacuation of the city felt total and complete, and he could see the cars in the distance fleeing from him down the roads out of the city. David didn't bother to feel worried about that. He could chase after them at any time, if he needed. He was so big that there was no escape from him.

Instead, he focused on the building in front of him, grabbing his cock around the base and giving it a couple of squeezes. He was so hard, so sensitive, that he knew that there was no way that this building would stand, and no way that he would avoid cumming afterwards.

With a groan, the giant ExVeemon swung its hips around, the massive cock – bigger than any wrecking ball, thicker than multiple floors stacked onto each other – slammed through from the side. The great skyscraper wobbled, and then fell to the side, the seventy floors above his cock slowly sliding along to the side before plummeting to the street below. David groaned, stroking himself hard and fast to the side, grinning as he stomped down, breaking through a road into a tunnel beneath it and making a giant crater between the two.

He kept stroking, panting as he jerked himself off to the destruction. His tail swept along the sides of the road, cutting off other smaller buildings, and sweeping cars into the air and sending them flying for miles. He kicked along the ground, gouging out new tunnels with his toe claws, leaving the city a wreck wherever he put his musky feet down, leaving the air marked with his scent and the city marked with his footprints.

Finally, there was nothing left. He couldn't hold back. He needed to cum. With a final stroke, he pointed his cock down, and let loose. A wave of white spilled free, so thick and heavy that the few building that had survived his stomping rampage were immediately swallowed up in his seed, buried in the tidal wave that came.

David wobbled, almost falling over as he covered the ground with his cum, and he had to sit on the wreckage of the formerly tallest thing in the area. He panted as it sagged beneath him, but the foundation held firm enough.

[i]Destruction…[/i]

But the voice wasn't done. There were other cities, other things that could be destroyed…and he could get even bigger.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]