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The Digital Perfect Storm: Part 1 by dolphinsanity for FoxLightning Ryan couldn�t believe it: he finally had a new Digimon game, with cross-platform support on both his PC and phone. An actual game with some microtransactions for cosmetics in the background, while staying far away from becoming a gacha. The Digivice was a Digimon World-esque RPG romp, with a thus-far limited Pokemon Go-esque side system that allowed players to download certain bonus digimon, or face special boss encounters, by traveling to real-world geolocations. Awkwardly, the game had released with very few of those � mostly in major metropolitan areas � but there were already social media posts suggesting that �many more rifts to the Digital World� would be �opening soon near you!� Bla-blah, all the usual hype train stuff. (Ryan could only wish that an actual rift to the digital world would open up and spirit him away to a world of cuddly monsters and hunky anthros, but that much seemed vanishingly unlikely.) What was important right now was that the base game was there, it was competent, and it had enough of a selection of old-favorite Digimon around that Ryan was easily sinking evening after evening into it already. It had come out on Wednesday, tonight was Friday, and he had no weekend plans. Now, normally Ryan would be playing the game on his PC at home� but he had shut down the computer and carried the phone away with him to bed this evening� for one very specific reason. It wasn�t to avoid risk to the PC from the thunderstorm that was currently raging outside. That benefit was mostly a happy accident. The reason was this: Ryan had just completed the necessary requirements to Digivolve his Garurumon into Weregarurumon� and that fact, along with certain in-game images, had awakened a very specific need in him: the need to masturbate to images of the hunky werewolf digimon� while the cool-sounding thunderstorm raged outside and rumbled all around him as an added bonus. His favorite Digimon ever would be his comfort during the storm. He began by replaying that very well-done CGI Digivolve-to-Ultimate sequence over and over, a few� dozen times. It was reminiscent of the old season-one animation, with Garumon rearing up on his hind legs and growling as his body anthropomorphized, the muscle and bone structure in the arms transforming to give him functional hands even as he retained his massive footpaws� a digital mesh forming his signature punky-looking stitched blue jeans onto him� and ending it all with a piercing hooooowl. Ryan�s thought upon first seeing it had basically been: Sign me up! The best part, truly? Ryan could spin and zoom the camera during the transformation while viewing it from the gallery. Crotch close-up? You got it. Stick your face under the fluffy tail until the camera�s clipping through the pants and making the front of his body invisible? You can do that too. Want a close-up on those shockingly detailed scarred abs? Easy. Ryan was patient, and was good at figuring out the nice angles� and every time he heard it, that howl dug a little deeper into his soul and made him want to howl along too. Gods, this was just too good to be true. Apart from the pleasure of slowly nursing his erection between these stints� honestly, Ryan also just needed a break from the actual gaming. He�d been going at it a little too hard, and should probably have a nice climax and a nap, and then figure out a late dinner � maybe just leftover pizza? � before he went back to the steadily increasing grind of the midgame. (Krakkooooom!! There was a nice peal of thunder from nearby, following a bright flash through the window some seconds earlier.) Ryan was glad he had already made it this far, and that he could unwind a little with one of his biggest fictional crushes. Lights dimmed, just him and his phone and his horniness, and his Digital Husband. Eventually � when Ryan felt that if he kept going at it much more, he�d end up climaxing sooner than he wanted � he stopped ogling the transformation sequence and moved on to viewing the status screen artworks. There was a neat feature in this game where Digimon unlocked multiple different status screen �poses� based on story progress, level, or other achievements, along with an accompanying �title� that you could set. These were full-body character portraits, done up in a detailed style. Early on, Ryan had given his starter Gabumon a special one-time consumable that greatly improved a Digimon�s agility. Doing that had unlocked this whole line of special portraits (first for Gabumon, then for Garurumon, and now for Weregarurumon) reflecting this speedier aspect to his monster. The ones for Gabumon and Garurumon had been playful � cute action poses in low stances � but the one for Weregarurumon was, uhm� very sexy. At least, to Ryan�s eyes it was. It showed Weregarurumon doing a handstand upon one flexed, rippling arm, while his other arm made a little bicep-curl motion to suggest confidence. His legs were hooked forward � as if he had gotten halfway through performing a front handspring and then just held himself there � such that his paw soles were prominently visible toward the camera. His chiseled back and waistline were also looking quite handsome, while his face wore a grin showing his fangs, and his eyes had this� hungry look, for lack of a better way of putting it: as if to say, �Hey buddy, you should come be my boyfriend. I�ll keep you safe, and destroy your ass on the weekends!� The developers for this one must have been well-aware of their target audience. Otherwise, there would have been no reason to make some of these bonus poses so teasing. That smug look on Weregarurumon�s face� those eyes. The waist of the jeans sagging just right. Not that they were showing his bare ass or anything, but it showed that someone was imagining what must be under there� and around the front side, too. Ryan was already so horny as it was, that he went with this as his next object of appreciation: holding his phone down close to his member with one hand, while working the shaft slowly with the other. He got a little growly as he imagined being like that� or, even better, forced to become like that. Some invading spirit taking over and putting his body through a violent and sudden ascension from �unimpressive human� into this athletic, well-hung garou. A beastman so dominant that merely the idea of him staring out from a screen like this could melt a guy�s tender heart� Being turned into stuff was a fantasy Ryan had imagined out many times, with many species and characters� but Weregarurumon had to have been among the longest-running. He�d been wanting that digital lupe to jump out of those pants and into his own ever since he first laid eyes on him in the show. Even that exotic head shape was just so� nice. Wolfy-tigery, with those long, back-trailing tufts that would feel so good getting petted� yes, even in a dark power fantasy of being taken over by a dominant Digimon, it was also still easy to imagine enjoying pets. Petting was universal, and cozy-soft� unlike Ryan�s erection, which was growing progressively harder and more restless the more he thought about all of this. Ryan was seriously close to finishing, and he was trying to edge a little� he went back to the transformation sequence gallery to watch Garurumon become an anthro one more time, then had to stop and go back to the art to avoid tipping over the edge too fast. The way those arm bones changed, and the subtle adjustments to the facial structure, it was just too much. Hypothetically: if some powerful, fantasy psionicist could have scanned the cognitive profile of Ryan�s bedroom at that moment, it would have been filled from wall to wall with a lewd, screaming wish to become Weregarurumon. Naturally, there would�ve also been some extra energy visible down along the groin, where the nerves of his erect glans were grinding back and forth closer-and-closer through the air, now just millimeters away from his phone as he held his cock between the screen and his field of vision. This self-teasing was calculated� Ryan didn�t want to rub his bare dick on his phone screen� but he DID want to imagine grinding on (or, more aptly, as) his extra-agile Weregarurumon. As fate would have it, that was exactly when lightning struck an electrical transformer on the streetcorner outside � with an explosive KRA-KOOOOM!! There was a blinding flash, and that devastating noise. After that, every light and most devices in Ryan�s home went dark. Desktop PC, appliances, even the low-power lights on his older gaming consoles. He really should get a backup supply with how things had been going lately. (Well, at least he had thought to unplug the PC, so there was that.) For some reason, rather than spooked, Ryan just felt� tired, sleepy, all of a sudden? All the stuff he had been fantasizing about disappeared from his mind in an instant, like it had blown up with the transformer and left him unsatisfied. Which was odd, really. He hadn�t finished. It was almost hard to remember that he hadn�t, with how spent he suddenly felt. He also noticed he had let his dick (now softening) come to rest against the screen itself, letting some pre escape onto it. The image wobbled from the �touch� as he slid it off, a quirk of the electrical capacitance between the skin of his dick and the sensitive surface of the touchscreen. He had totally just rubbed his dick on Weregarurumon�s handstanding face, and spurted pre on it. Hot, if also technically gross� he should clean it soon, and wash himself up to get his screen�s accumulated hand-germs off �the goods.� He felt just a smidge embarrassed that he�d let himself get that horny. However, one thing remained �on� in that darkness, bathing his body in a pale glow: Weregarurumon�s smiling face. Those luscious paws. Their eyes met in a way that was somehow entrancing, like he might fall into them. He felt something bump against his thoughts� something warm and sexy� confident. Just like the image of the guy he was looking at. That was when he noticed his phone battery count had turned red. He got the 20% power warning� closed it� then immediately got the 10% power warning half a second later. �What,� Ryan said flatly, tapping it away too while his erection throbbed unattended-to. A couple of seconds after he cleared the alert, his phone flickered its message about powering down to preserve battery life, which should mean it was now basically at zero. �No no, you stop! No shutting down!� Ryan scolded as it did just that. The screen went dark, and Ryan was left garou-less in the darkness, nursing his enraged dick with one hand. Thoom, krakooom� Sounded like the thunderstorm was moving on. Then another bright flash through the windows and a much louder burst of sound reminded him that it was still pretty close. As the blinding light faded� Ryan was very confused. Because his phone was now displaying something again � quite brightly. A pale blue and green maelstrom of swirling lines and vaporous lights� a smattering of yellowish-brown zeroes and ones floating through it. Flying toward the foreground of the screen, as if to give the impression that the viewer was in a tunnel and moving forward. What was weirder, though, was that it looked like there was also a pale, very thin mist emanating from the surface of the screen� and if he looked directly at that, it appeared to have phantasmal zeroes and ones drifting here and there within it. He had to look past them to keep his eyes on what was happening on the screen itself� and, when he focused on the screen, he saw much more solid-looking ones and zeroes, flying along on the screen, all traveling in roughly the same direction: outward, as if to pass through the surface of the screen and become part of the thin, digital fog. �The hell? Ryan�s erection drooped, and so did his lower jaw, as he gawked at what was happening. How was his phone, which had clearly just turned off� There was something else on the screen� some pixellated specks in the far distance � fast approaching and expanding. At first, the image was a bundle of low-res blue-gray and white pixels, steadily increasing in size as it flowed along amongst the digits. Every few seconds, its resolution improved in distinct jumps. After the third such improvement, Ryan started to be able to make out an image of Weregarurumon again� in that same pose? Larger, closer, filling more of the screen� until the image was the same one he had been examining before, but zooming closer and closer, as if he would eventually collide with the screen � or pass right through it � the way the numbers were doing. As the image improved, he noticed it actually wasn�t quite the same pose anymore� similar, but now the Digimon had twisted his body around so that his front was more visible, placing his crotch into prominence for Ryan�s eyes. The image of Weregarurumon eventually filled the screen � and beyond. However, Ryan couldn�t quite see him flowing out into the weird fog. Instead there seemed to be some sort of bottleneck� Weregarurumon�s form continuing to get zoomed in on more and more. A good ten seconds after the zoom had become so extreme that both the digimon�s head and paws had left the frame� Ryan flinched. He did that because the entire image turned suddenly into fully-rendered, high-quality CGI 3D � down to specific tufts of fur being visible� And then, somehow, for just an instant, it just looked real. Straight-up real, like it was an anthro animal with tiger-wolf fur coming at him from inches away. The image seeping out of the screen and rushing toward his face. Ryan could�ve sworn he felt the texture of the blue jeans meeting his face, which was a little too close to the screen by that point. Weregarurumon was hand-vaulting out of the screen, crotch first, as if to sit on him and teabag him� Ryan felt a spinal shiver, and his whole sense of reality seemed to �glitch� and spasm� and then he was back to normal in the dark. His phone was powered off once again. No more freaky digital shenanigans. All �normal.� Except� Except that Ryan�s dick felt really tingly. Normally he�d ignore it, but� it wasn�t like that was a normal reaction for him when he got scared, or something. It felt like there was a ton of static electricity crawling over his cockskin, or something. He tried massaging it, and felt something he could only describe as a distinct unwillingness to be touched � which, for a guy who was used to his penis feeling good to touch, was rather jarring. Soon, the tingles slithered away inside his groin, giving him a feeling like he needed to get inside himself and give his prostate and good teasing somehow if he wanted to relieve that. Once again, there was the strangest, conflictingly standoffish sense of �don�t do that� � as if he subconsciously didn�t like it for some reason. It was very confusing. �It also occurred to him that the power would probably stay out for a bit. �Ugh�� He got up and went for some of his battery-powered camping lights. Easy enough to keep well-lit during an outage, and thankfully the temperature wasn�t an issue, but if he pulled that pizza out of the fridge now, he�d better make sure to shut it quick� no telling how long before the transformer would be fixed. transformer -No function �transformer� found in table. �What. Ryan wasn�t sure what he had just� experienced. The best way he could describe it was like seeing a computer terminal window in a dream� like in the old days of DOS, or text adventure games, or in many versions of Linux. He didn�t exactly �go blind� while viewing it, but it was a strong, intrusive mental image, enough to distract him from the world around him. Six seconds later, there was another mental flash and rush of lines, with each subsequent line following within quarter-second intervals: -DigiGuard command line autohelp engaged: -DigiGuard found 1 related command in package �wgrr.m0n� -use syntax: transform (no argument required) Ryan didn�t know what this was. However, years upon years of horny associations led Ryan to subconsciously run the command �transform,� without knowing how he did it. transform There was a slight pause� then: -Transform function loaded for package: wgrr.m0n -Function �transform� is a transmutative bioemergence protocol. -DigiGuard will be your assistant through this process. -Please see to the following warning(s): -!WARNING: irregular data package anchor location detected! Please choose �n� and confirm anchor location. - - -Attempt function �transform�? (y/n) Ryan�s brain ground to a halt at the mix of technical language and unknown filenames and types. A horny part of him still wanted to say yes right away, but self-consciousness gave him the slightest pause. What exactly was a .m0n file? Mon� like Digimon? There was that name �DigiGuard� in the program text� While Ryan was deliberating, something else � a third presence � made an input into the command line for him: >y �Wait,� said Ryan out loud � though somewhat shyly, as he certainly didn�t want to say �no� to transformation either. He just wanted this not to move so fast!! -Initializing �transform� from wgrr.m0n ��� -DigiGuard found errors please wait� -� -� -� Surreally, Ryan could feel those errors happening� like his brain was the processor and was grinding its gears in response to whatever was being� done, by this mental terminal. It made him twitch, shiver, and jitter around, as if the nerves along his spine were freaking out. Down in his groin and in the nerves spreading along his lower back, there was� something. A briefly felt heaviness� then an energy surge, and then heaviness again. Presently, the system spat back the following notifications: -Function �Transform� automatically halted by DigiGuard safeguards system: -WARNING! Automated DigiCorrect subroutine already in progress for subject wgrr.m0n -Improper use of �transform� may interfere with data correction. -WARNING! DigiGuard cannot determine battery health for device: brain (organic human) -There are (13) other warnings. �continue� to read or �override� to proceed. Ryan had no time to react to this, because the other presence in the terminal reacted by spamming a command as follows: >override all >override all >override all To which the system replied after a delay: -Overriding DigiGuard function for process �transform,� please wait� While that other presence kept commanding: >override all >override all > > >finally >let me out of here already you stupid program >emerge me now >riiiight now To that, the apparent �DigiGuard� system responded: -Override in progress, please be patient! -Override in progress, please be patient! - - - -Override in progress, please be patient! - -Override in progress, please be patient! As further requests for patience continued to echo down the page, Ryan suddenly snapped out of �terminal mode.� Some weird sensations lingered� some tingling in his head and mild heaviness around his groin� but he became fully aware of the world around him again. Okay, thought Ryan, stabilizing himself. He waited a second to see if anything piped up in his head in response, but it did not. That� was weird. Very weird. Like, �something might be seriously wrong with my neurological health� levels of weird. �Why was his lower back feeling warmer? Not just kind of warm, but �I�m sitting too close to a space heater and it�s starting to hurt� warm. The more he focused on it and reached back to touch his skin � which was flushed � the more Ryan felt like there was �something� there� something, or someone, as crazy as that sounded. The heat was wobbling and shifting, moving by fits and starts as it expanded into his groin, rose along his belly, crept down his thighs� and then receded to his lower back again. His body was responding, too: pulling up the leg of his camo shorts, he saw the same flushed appearance come over the skin of his right inner thigh� and, the more he looked at it directly, he more he started to see a weird, barely visible �fog� along the surface of his body� like it was a glow that his eyes weren�t meant to see, but he was perceiving it a little bit anyway. A moment later, he briefly experienced the mental terminal again, but all he saw this time was fuzzy gibberish, like his brain couldn�t process what was going on, or at least didn�t have time to make proper sense of it. Whatever it was� line after line of messages was firing off in rapid succession, like watching a live text-based log of a very large program being installed, with all the errors and irregularities being noted. He felt creeping malaise� like some danger was coming. Like he needed to run, because he might be swallowed up at any moment� but there was nothing to run from, no dark predator lurking in the house with him. He told himself to stay calm� there was nothing in here with him, not really, this was all some trick of the mind and maybe playing too much Digimon here lately. Despite his rationalizing, his back burned hotter. As the sensations reached their apex, all that heat began to compress � tightening in, pooling along his spine, until it felt like a burning snake was coiled around it. Then, all that energy shot straight downward, into his tailbone. At that same moment, all of the muscles in Ryan�s pelvic floor spasmed very hard, exactly one time, making his clothed, flaccid dick bounce in place. Then, over the course of about seven seconds, Ryan went through a lot. There was a rush of widespread muscle spasms and full-body pressure� as if Ryan was a tuning fork and someone had just struck him, and his body�s response had been to flex everywhere instead of just vibrating. His emotions got garbled, along with his bodily state. Apropos of nothing, he felt claustrophobic� trapped, demanding freedom, and being willing to fight anyone or do anything to get it. He looked down, his body somehow unfamiliar � horrible vertigo hitting him as he looked at his hands and his bare feet. He felt suddenly too short, and his feet were all wrong� why were they so small!? There was a weird �descending� feeling, like he was moving downward � but he also wasn�t. Then his tummy quivered, and he felt something like a �kick� from within� except it was more like his whole abdomen was moving on its own. The spasmodic flexing repeated, and a fresh flash of weird heat coursed through him, arcing along the major clusters of nerves. He felt like� he was becoming something else. Like he wasn�t human� couldn�t be human. He perceived his skin stretching outward all over � his limbs thrashing and expanding in fleeting surges of ill-proportioned growth and contraction� like a guy turning into a werewolf in a high-budget fantasy movie, but the layout of it was all wrong and all over the place. A foot paw tried to grow straight out from his right elbow joint, before being weirdly subsumed back an instant later. A vague paw-shape pushed outward from the back of his left hand, before rotating erratically and making him feel like there was a dog trapped under his skin. A broad, animalistic snout tried to jut forward from his belly, fleetingly adopting a forward-looking scowl before opening its maw and trying to roar � a sound of frustration which Ryan only heard inside his mind, as the partial �head� rotated in place 180 degrees and became upside-down, exposing its under-neck area to Ryan�s confused downward looking. Ryan reached down to touch the protrusion and was confused when a single large, canine ear grew out of the back of the hand that had gone down there. Then it felt like the hand was stuck, because the intruding ear was fusing the whole mass of it to his groin, trying to assemble it together with the head! His spine tilted back, and there was a harsh rush of pain as something thick and firm formed under his collarbone, in the space where his neck met his chest. He felt his pulse pumping hard there, while his eyes rolled from dizziness and a darkening warmth overtook him. He swallowed and felt the hardness of it� a cylinder of bigness within his throat. He twitched, gulped� and fleetingly �saw� the terminal in his mind again. -Error: unable to complete function �transform.� -Please try again later. Then, all of a sudden? None of that was happening anymore. NONE of it. No terminal. No morphing. No heat. No discomfort. Not only was it not happening� it almost seemed like it never had. Ryan was upright. Right was normal. Everything was normal. Wasn�t reality just so normal? Ryan was there in his home� perfectly �fine.� Human, as usual. Normally proportioned � not being stretched from within, nor warped in some eldritch fashion. He was simply here, in his bedroom, looking at his bed. As if he was considering �turning in for the night,� but definitely not in the middle of �turning into� something. What. The transition into psychotic weirdness and back out of it was just� how? Why? Maybe he�d been playing the game too much� or maybe he wasn�t playing it enough, who could say at this point. In any case, given the lack of overt consequences, it quickly became harder to convince himself that it had ever been �really happening� at all. Though that didn�t stop him from looking himself older and touching his arms and legs a few times, just to make sure there weren�t any writhing werewolves still trying to burst out of his skin. All in his head, maybe� but, that was still concerning. This level of engrossing hallucinations made him fear he was having a psychotic break, or that somehow he ingested something he shouldn�t have that was causing the mindscrew. He really didn�t like how dark it was with the power off. Wait. How had he seem himself and the bulging parts of his body so clearly during whatever was going on? He didn�t remember a strong light. He shouldn�t have been able to see that well. He closed his eyes and thought of the subtle foggy appearance, and his mind�s eye fleetingly filled with zeroes and ones, flying through space, like on his phone�s screen before the transformer blew. He zoned out to that image� and, by the time he snapped out of it, realized he had gone from upset to sleepy in surprisingly short order. The energy of the surprise had swiftly left him, and he mostly felt worn out. �Had he been this tired beforehand? No, definitely not. Maybe a consequence of going through that little� episode. He blinked hard, the exhaustion deepening. When he closed his eyes, he thought he saw another �readout� of something� more� error messages? A postmortem on something that had gone wrong. He could sense someone else getting frustrated� someone else over there, accessing the command line� Then he snapped out of it, and those feelings left him like a fading dream � and seemed to make about as much sense as one, too. Ugh, this must be some� something. He didn�t know what, and didn�t have the mental wherewithal to speculate. Even thinking about the overt links between his �hallucination� and Digimon lore was harder than it had any business being. His brain just wasn�t working right now. What was that old video-game line� �I am Error�? Yeah, that was him right now. He was Error, just waiting to crash. Or maybe that had already happened, and this feeling was the hangover. Ryan went to the kitchen and splashed himself with cold water � that much was still working despite the lack of electricity � and made the executive decision to get his cold pizza from the fridge sooner rather than later, along with a few other drinks and things he�d want for later. Maybe he hadn�t eaten enough during his gaming binges these last couple of days, and this was his body�s way of telling him to� Before he could even make it to the fridge, he just blanked out and nodded off for a moment. Once again, he could swear there were lines of computer code in his head, but he couldn�t properly read them anymore� all moving too fast� too much back and forth as the �>� voice kept searching for solutions. Overwhelmed, Ryan grabbed his head in both hands � he could feel his pulse pounding abnormally hard up there � and focused intently on pushing this all out. The pressure moved lower, sinking down his spine� settling in near his groin as a tense weight, again. That� was about all he could manage. Now he was well and truly done for the night� but, at least his head felt relatively clear. Thus, Ryan ended up going to bed � an unceremonious collapse onto the covers, followed by deep breaths and a quiet snoozing. He just hoped things would be better when he awoke in the morning. * * * In the void between the Digital World and the real one, a Digimon and its automated guide were in communication, using DigiGuard�s �conversational� alternate input mode. The package known as �wgrr.m0n� � Weregarurumon himself � asked the system: >Do you have the data corrected yet? DigiGuard responded: -Correction will take time. That wasn�t the answer Weregarurumon wanted to hear, so he shot back several lines of choice messaging: >I don�t have all night. >I need to manifest while there�s still enough captured energy from that storm. >Before it bleeds off. >Didn�t want to do this to a human without talking first >but it serves him right for sticking his dick on his phone, like >RIGHT when the transfer happened. >Why couldn�t he have just stayed on his PC? >Plenty of space and power flow there. Digiguard took a bit to respond, as it so often did. It absorbed the entirety of what Weregarurumon had said and then formulated a response: -The human love of portability and convenience is a phenomenon of great importance to the Digital World! -Would you like to hear more about the human love of touchscreen phones? >Nope, just help me get this done. -Your urgency is understood. -Do you wish to recalculate your bioemergence (transformation) using a faster method? >That�d be nice. -Understood. Performing heuristic recalculation: -� -� -Determining ideal body layout map for bioemergence for: -subject �wgrr.m0n� into target corporeal matrix �ryan_local.bio� -� -� -� -� The Digimon did his best not to scream into the void again. Even the �fast� versions of processing this stuff felt like they took ages � especially frustrating while his mind was in this limbo that was little more than a glorified command line. Fortunately for him, it actually didn�t take too long this time for DigiGuard to output an option: -(1) suitable morphic layout found. -Proposing layout for converting �ryan_local.bio� into �wgrr.m0n� -Enter �review� to examine parameters in full; �accept� to confirm, or �deny� to reject. Weregarurumon didn�t believe in reading, especially not right now: >accept >accept >accept >accept -Layout accepted� attempting command �transform� again. >programmers, FINALLY -Transformation attempt starting� -Applying neural map now. -� -� -� The Digital Perfect Storm: Part 2 Weregarurumon awoke to feeling blind, small, and mostly immobile. Well, that wasn�t great, but at least it was something other than being in the Digital void, lacking awareness of anything but the terminal. >digiguard statusreport DigiGuard sent several lines of feedback into his mind to update him: -Process �transform� has been automatically paused due to low datacore integrity. -Integrity of �wgrr.m0n� at 37% and rising (~0.12% per minute) -Preliminary neural mapping to bioemergence host-body successful. -Full hosting projected possible once datacore integrity is restored. Well� okay then. In the worst case he could wait� assuming that waiting that long didn�t put him at risk of the power for the change not being there anymore. Still� what was this? He would have expected being stuck in a pause to feel more� nonexistence-like. Or, perhaps like being asleep. Instead, he definitely was somewhere, awake, as something, even if he didn�t have his expected range of sensations. Trial and error quickly led him to realize he could trigger some sort of� muscle spasming, which would make his felt position adjust slightly� but that was about it. As bioemergence went, that was pretty lame� but, it was a work in progress, he supposed. He could�ve asked DigiGuard for guidance� but, he didn�t, on principle. DigiGuard had been nothing but a nag throughout this process� pestering him about his data being improperly arranged, warning that the unusual method transfer may have corrupted him, etc. Weregarurumon had called for a quickie correction job to patch things over, and had kept going with the emergence process. That was how he ended up here. Wherever �here� was. The situation quickly proved itself to be awfully limited. With further effort, he found that he could sort of twitch this way and, and flex whatever muscle group he was flexing� but all this seemed to produce were small tides of rising warmth inside him� as if maybe he was getting his circulation to improve, but not much else. Organic bodies had blood and all, so maybe that was a normal sensation throughout them that they didn�t really talk about? Just like how digimon wouldn�t constantly mention every little shift they felt in their internal datastreams; it would sound weird. Bored, and with nothing to do as he felt his integrity�s glacial pace of repair� Weregarurumon thought about that guy who had been fantasizing about him. Because the Digital World was basically a modern variation on a spirit world, human desires were an amazing tool for enabling them to impose themselves on the real world, and sexual desires were fiery-potent in that way. However, they could also be chaotic and hard to use in an organized fashion. As ambivalent as he was about being fetishized, Weregarurumon�s practical side had to wonder if this whole process wouldn�t go much faster if �ryan_local� could be persuaded to fantasize about him again. His big paws, his ultra-fit body� acrobatic and capable. In some senses, Weregarurumon �got� it � he was pretty damn hunky if he said so himself� but� Where was that guy now, anyway? Presumably they were still connected� maybe the sensations he was feeling were related to Ryan�s body in some way � a limited connection already formed. Still, what was Ryan�s mind up to now? He felt a little� funny, inside, as he thought about that. The warming feeling from earlier was getting warmer still. He tried twitching a few more times and felt some slight variations in the sensations compared to before� somehow he felt slightly more �congested,� both inside and outside himself, like he was stuck in a muggy cavern that needed better ventilation. He thought about Ryan again � and, more or less by happenstance, managed to sense and mentally touch some sort of upward-flowing cord of connection leading toward him. He pushed into that flow, and its datastream touched his. At that moment, for some reason� Weregarurumon experienced a fleeting vision of� a yellow-furred, two-tailed fox guy? Holding a Digivice� and with a clothed-and-shoed human on a leash at his feet. The human was panting, his eyes were hypnotically half-shut, and his face was slowly turning into a Weregarurumon one, working from the tip of the nose outward with a gradualness that the fox seemed to find both amusing and arousing. Both of them were wearing identical-looking green camo shorts and colorful canvas shoes, and the whole vibe of the situation was just� weird, to him. Weregarurumon had to be deriving this imagery from the body�s nervous system somehow, even though he had no control of what was going on up in the brain at the moment. Wait� the brain. Weregarurumon could feel a datastream of some sort connecting him up there. He had limited access, but if he poked at it just right� He got something. Something� awfully specific. Was this guy DREAMING about turning into him? Was that what was going on? (Of course, Ryan was. How could he not be, after all of that?) Weregarurumon was curious. He focused on syncing himself up with that connection as best he could. It felt like his awareness was being spread up a long cable before rapidly pinging back down to wherever he was starting from. After he had done that a few times, he felt the connection as an ongoing pulse, but his awareness itself mostly lurked around the starting point. This was� interesting. If he let his mind wander, he could sort of blend into a deeper awareness of the human�s dream. Ryan looking down at himself and seeing immense white chest fluff growing out of his bare skin, the muscles bulking up, while down around his feet, there was a great feeling of pressure as their expanding size tried to burst out of his familiar canvas shoes. Weregarurumon soon noticed the dream wasn�t exactly stable. The two-tailed fox guy seemed to drift in and out of actually being present, and some of the transformation segments sort of repeated themselves � layering, or reiterating from different angles. The imagery was chaotic and inconsistent, like the brain was cobbling it together from a mess of similar data� but, it was all coming together to cause a reaction. As Ryan dreamed, Weregarurumon felt a narrowing fuselage of sensations. Rising blood pressure filled his �face,� or what passed for it� just a rounded zone of eyeless warmth that fell far short of the handsomeness of his snout. These sensations of filling were� empowering, yet also frustrating. Weregarurumon felt strangely ready, but still mostly immobile, like an athlete who had just warmed up for a run and then promptly been thrown into bondage. Quite frustrating, and for some reason it made him wish someone would pet him, rub him, or at least touch him. He wasn�t usually prone to craving contact like that, but maybe the human�s needs had mingled with his own a bit� He refocused a bit, not paying attention to the dream-stream for now. He felt Ryan�s heartbeat all around him, and that was odd enough. Perhaps his transformative bioemergence process was going to be a slow burn? What if he could just form his head, now? That seemed like too big of an ask � the bandwidth of energy wasn�t there for it � but maybe if he started small, he could open it up� sneak some of his traits into reality before the laws of physics had a chance to notice his shenanigans� So, he tried it: he focused on manifesting just his nostrils� just that ability to sniff and sense his environment. With great effort he was able to do this � sniffing, his mind filling with heavy human scents� musk, sweat� It took him a good minute of focusing to set it up, but he had done it. Now, he just needed to hold it in place and slowly work on emerging further. He checked the datastream again� probed into the dream to see how this was affecting Ryan. He pressed his mind up against it and wandered in� felt it as it was unfolding. The two-tailed fox in the dream had removed one of his red shoes and given it to the human, who held it in his transforming jaws and sniffed. Both of the human�s feet had grown to unrealistic sizes: breaching their shoes, splitting the fabric all around and lifting the laced parts as they spilled out. However, they were just oversized human feet right now, and the fox character seemed to find this suboptimal, rubbing a white-gloved hand along his chin as he observed. While the transforming Ryan sniffed deeper, shoving his snout all the way in the shoe, one of his oversized feet trembled � before expanding to more than double that size, becoming an exaggeratedly large Weregarurumon paw. His paw� The fox was petting the changing human�s fluffy head, as the latter �growled� within the shoe, as if muzzled by its tight fit. Weregarurumon didn�t receive any smells from the dream at any point. Instead, he continued to perceive the same musky scent that his manifested nostrils had encountered, down here in wherever �here� was. Back in the dream, the human�s camo shorts were bulging� the root of a fluffy Weregarurumon tail sprouting out over the waistline and pushing them lower as it bushed out. A great heat filled the watching digimon, who couldn�t bring himself to look away as the sides of the human�s other shoe bulged from within � the fabric audibly tearing, great four-toed paws erupting through the holes and perforating the shoe apart� Wait, he didn�t have a shoe on before. �The dream must�ve re-run the image. Apparently, Ryan�s brain dwelled a lot on growing feet ripping through shoes� which, at first, Weregarurumon didn�t know what to do with. Moreover, he found the images frustratingly engrossing, taking away from his focus. He lost his sense of smell entirely and realized that even his progress at manifesting his nose was lost. His partly formed nostrils had subsided back into� whatever this was. That strong heartbeat-pulse continued from all around. As Weregarurumon pivoted his attention to notice the state of his �body,� his mind fell out of resonance with the dream. He was left frustrated, blind� and even more determined to assert himself. This wasn�t funny, and it was taking too long for his liking. Weregarurumon flexed, and felt his rounded �face� brush against something� a soft fabric? Yet there seemed to be a path through it � a gap of sorts! Clearance through which he might grow and shape himself. However, the more he struggled to emerge� The more he felt a heavier pounding warmth inside him� that pressurized feeling increasing. No matter� this must be his energy gathering. He could do this. Emboldened, Weregarurumon willed himself forward� forward�! The pulse pounding tightly inside him, filling him with strength and heat. He� whatever body he had, it slid through that gap in the fabric. He felt a series of heavier throbs throughout his awareness, and a frustrating, teasing sort of almost-pleasure. And he just� lingered there. Blood pumping through him strongly. Bits of euphoria creeping through and over him � just enough to be maddening, never enough to satisfy. �Okay, so much for pride. He was out of ideas. He focused on the command line: >Hey Digiguard. -What�s up, Weregarurumon? >really tired of being in the dark >still no eyes so I guess let�s just hack it. >digiguard set_pov here >digiguard set_lighting twilight >That syntax still works, right? -It sure does, bud! An instant later, the command resolved, and Weregarurumon could see the room around him as if every surface was illuminated in a subdued twilight. His hacked-in PoV was on a 3D swivel, letting him view his body and the immediate surroundings in a close-up third person view. There was just one� painfully obvious� problem Weregarurumon�s �current body� was Ryan�s erect penis� plus some related muscles and nerve ganglia down in the lower back� and nothing else. Weregarurumon� had bioemerged as part of a horny guy�s reproductive system� and wasn�t even properly shaped like himself. In other words, DigiGuard was frickin� trolling him. The neural mapping routine had worked � but on definitely the wrong target � and not one iota of transformation had actually stuck. >Hey DigiGuard -Yes, wgrr.m0n? >WHY AM I A PENIS -Asking the hard questions I see. >IS THAT A JOKE IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY -My programmed attempts at levity are, themselves, the joke. >NHhhghghnweheghkjlhnjnkl; From there, Weregarurumon descended into a stream-of-consciousness rant, each line coming out one after the other without allowing time for DigiGuard to respond: >It�s bad enough these furries thirst for me so hard >I can�t help being sexy okay but >I didn�t >I didn�t want to be a husband-in-your-head for so many people >and now when I try to get out >now, >NOW, >I end up as some effed up human schlongdongle >a meatpipe I�m sure has been jerked to orgasm >HUNDREDS of times >thinking about ME >so help me Programmers it isn�t funny, you�re not funny, your code isn�t funny. >and I refuse to feel bad anymore about taking over the body of someone who clearly wants me to step on him until he literally dies >or whatever freaky stuff people are into in 2025 >okay i�m done. DigiGuard�s response was immediate: -Reminder: he was easy to home in on precisely because he was so fixated on you. -At the time, you called that �flattering.� -You said, �he�ll be the perfect host� and �easy to synchronize with.� >I KNOW > > >Now, >just >how do I get my data integrity up faster >because currently I am rock hard with fury >and I am very afraid he�s going to wake up and start jerking me off >I am not okay right now, so WHY AM I SO HARD -Blood pressure and the biology of erectile tissues! -Also, a reminder: -Digimon have complex emotional matrices beyond my ability to comprehend. -I am only your programmed assistant! -Nevertheless: -Integrity should rise gradually as our DigiCorrect subroutine draws your data back into you. -You could expedite this by encouraging the host nervous system to expel data belonging to the host, which will reduce noise and make your data easier to gather. >And just HOW am I supposed to do that? DigiGuard �computed� for about two seconds, before offering this gem of advice: -As a penis, you have considerable power to push the human nervous system toward peak states in which such expulsions are easier. -Try stimulation! >� >So I have to make him cum his brains out. >Really. >That�s the ONLY way? -Negative. -You should make him cum your data IN, -and cum his data out. -His brain (singular) can and should remain intact. -You will need it to complete your transformative bioemergence. Weregarurumon throbbed in exasperation. Then, he did what he supposed that any red-blooded, slightly hasty werewolf (and/or penis) would do: >digiguard safety override all >resume process transform That choice being: he refused to deal with his embarrassment, refused to act the role of a cock, and was instead going to rush headlong toward the fastest available conclusion, damn the consequences. >We�re doing this NOW. If I get some permanent corruption from it, so be it, but I HAVE to get this body. -Very well. -Good luck! There was a hum. A tingle. A feeling of� power. Of reality turning soft and pliable, even as he remained ragingly erect. Yes� yes!! This was it! The power of the Digital World was flowing through him, ready to overwhelm the real one! He just had to� assert himself�!! He struggled. He focused. He tried to funnel the data stream right through his overly abundant penile nerves� processing it in his shaft, and all along the ganglia of the spine. It wasn�t quite a brain, but he didn�t have full access there right now� he needed to progress the emergence enough that he could get that biological CPU. It was time to fight for his existence. Pure determination � for his nature to manifest itself and eclipse that of this kinky nerd whose dick he had become� >C�mon, c�mon�!! With immense effort, Weregarurumon caused a digital haze to flow around the human�s genitals. Heralded by an array of zeroes and ones, the glans silently morphed into just his nostrils and upper jaw, enough that he could again sniff the musk and the smells of the room. Currently, his head was smaller than life-sized, but the more he focused, the bigger it got � his face spreading that gap in the human�s shorts, filling it� >Hnnhh� Come on!! >MORE!! The glow spread to encompass Ryan�s whole waistline and thigh area. The werewolf head made a gallant attempt at enlarging � glowing with a Digital sheen and swelling just enough to overfill the gap in his shorts, straining the fabric� before the process errored out and mostly rolled back, reducing him down to a cock-with-nostrils once more. >C�MON!! >At least let me get my head!! >At least let me get my GEAR!! >spawn accessories_wgrr.m0n On command, Weregarurumon�s signature brass knuckles formed in midair near Ryan�s toes � fizzled and glitched, and then simply disappeared, amidst a feed of �Invalid attachment point� errors from Weregarurumon�s mental terminal. Ryan�s face twitched, and he made a groan of discomfort in his sleep. >No�! Appear on his HANDS!! >And change these shorts for my pants!! Weregarurumon�s signature pants appeared� upside down, over Ryan�s snoozing face and arms. Silently observed by the nerves in the human�s skin, the pants kept existing for now� but they weren�t where Weregarurumon could actually wear them. Herculean mental effort � powered by sheer anger at this point � allowed Weregarurumon to make his snout grow forward again � his head starting to take shape from the human�s groin, filling the shorts, the ears slipping free as he wormed his head forward what little bit that he could, his neckline now caught in the tightish �cuff� created by the hole. Weregarurumon felt the ontological inertia of the ambient reality pushing back again � the universe of meatspace saying, No, no you didn�t, actually. You can�t exist. It isn�t possible for you to do this. >No� let me� come� OUT!! Reality, however, was winning. Try as he might, his head was sliding back � diminishing into the human�s groin, his snout turning back to erect cockflesh� �This was not going well after all. He could only imagine his data integrity was worse, too. Maybe overriding without thinking was a bad idea. His fluffy face diminished until it was a normal human cock once more. The pants, hilariously, were still there� which probably meant that Ryan�s belief in them was sustaining their existence. If only he could�ve grown out enough to kiss him� he�d take that outcome if it meant getting to turn this body into him. Well� time to assess the damage. >digiguard statusreport -Process �transform� crashed (culled by ambient physics engine). -Some progress saved; try again later! -Datacore integrity of �wgrr.m0n� at 45% and rising (~0.12% per minute) Wait� his integrity was� UP, compared to before? What the heck had gone right about any of that? Then the terminal spat out a bunch more info: ! Data propagation notice ! -Scan of subject "Ryan" found Additional �wgrr.m0n� data segments totaling 79% of expected wgrr.m0n datacore volume. -Real-time growth of wgrr.m0n data segments observed within �Ryan.� -Stabilized physical changes ("bioemergence via transform function") not yet observed. >Uhh. and that means�? -Hypothesis: wgrr.m0n datacore segments are currently self-replicating within subject's own cognitive layer. (see topic "viral incubation" for more info) �Great, now his data was so jumbled up that it was behaving like a virus, corrupting the human�s from within. Just what he wanted to hear. As if he didn't already feel enough like an intruder doing what he was doing. Still� why and how was his data becoming so aggressive? He hadn�t come into this feeling like every segment of himself wanted to consume every segment of the human. He had wanted a clean transfer, maybe even a partnership� so where was this instinct to �infect� Ryan coming from? >Hey DigiGuard, can�t you just gather up the excess data that got cloned from me and use that? -Negative. Much of that has recombined with the host�s data. -To wax poetic, Ryan has become �a little bit you.� -To recover those parts, you will need to filter out the human data, -or else accept permanent corruption by letting elements of the recombined data replace yours. -Fluctuations in your datacore size suggest this is already happening in limited degrees. -DigiGuard is your humble servant, but take care of yourself out there. -Digimon are emotional creatures capable of great change. -I cannot comprehend all of the ways you might grow from here! Data corruption, probably driven by emotions� great. Well, he didn't FEEL like anything was off. Of course, how would he know for sure unless someone else told him? Corruption wouldn�t exactly be obvious to the corrupted being, right? He supposed there was no sense in worrying about it� whether he ended up a little corrupted or not, he needed to finish this, while the gathered energy was still somewhat available. For the moment, he took a different tack. Supposedly, the neural map was successful� which meant he should be able to set up clearer access to the brain, if he could worm his way in there during a nice transition in consciousness. When Ryan woke up, or fell back asleep� that would be his time to strike. He could get in there, resonate with the �corruption� already underway� and maybe cause a deliberate sea-change in how Ryan�s mind was functioning. Maybe he really could get Ryan to expel some of that human data� and just let him� replace the rest. That wasn�t so bad, right? Humans like him had fantasized about becoming digimon many times, with varying degrees of attendant horniness. Through this �corruption,� Ryan could actually be Weregarurumon, and transform accordingly. The resulting strong belief in his own nature would empower the digimon to hold his proper form, despite what local physics tried to say. This had to be the way. Threading his data together with the human�s� propagating, changing it� Weregarurumon let his hard body keep throbbing� but, he focused his attention on descending Ryan�s spine and being ready to inject himself fully into the brain. Wait, not descending, ASCENDING. Why was he thinking like that? His sense of direction was all screwed up. �Finally, begrudgingly, he went to his mental terminal again� pulled up the neural map, looked it over� and digitally sighed. The whole damn mapping was upside down. Just perfectly upside down and wrong. He wasn�t just in Ryan�s dick because of an accident of contact� he was there because the map had deemed it to be �where Weregarurumon�s head goes.� The other limbs and everything else were similarly topsy-turvy� and he couldn�t tell it to re-do the mapping now without great risk of losing himself. There would be no safe memory backup for him to retreat to while DigiGuard redid all that. Whatever� he�d deal with it somehow. For now, he needed to get deeper into this guy�s head� preferably during a period when he was dreaming again and suggestible. He obviously had quite the interest in Weregarurumon, and the digimon felt sure he could use that. For now, however, Ryan was waking up, and Weregarurumon opted to go quiet. * * * Ryan�s eyes fluttered open in the dark. �Mrrhrn�� He stretched� and felt fabric. He was� there were clothes over his head? Denim pants? Sniff, sniff. It smelled like an animal in here� like a dog that had been out on a hike. Oily and kind of dusty� He tried to pull it off his head and only then comprehended that his arms were actually tucked up into the leggings, as if they were sleeves. The garment was� significantly too long for Ryan�s hands to reach out the other end, so he ended up working his arms out of there and pulling himself free of the thing. A quick waking of his phone for a night-light allowed him a chance to get a better look. Blue jeans? Suspiciously� familiar ones. Way too big and tall for anybody he knew� certainly not Ryan the human, himself. �Was that the image a white skull, patched onto them? No way� There was a hole for a tail, too. He slipped a finger through it and gawked a little. Okay� so either he was being mega-pranked right now, or something truly weird was going on. Because these� these looked like Weregarurumon�s pants. Like, they had to be the closest real replica of them he had ever seen. Incredible� he didn�t own anything like this, though, looking them over� maybe he should. Getting to wear these and think about being Weregarurumon� He huffed, but refocused a bit. He tucked the pants alongside himself and looked for his camo shorts. Still over there and accounted for. Okay. Reaching down through the gap in his boxers, he confirmed that he was having some morning wood, or� late-night wood, as the case might be. Power was still out, which he had completely expected, but he heard the sound of a swiftly deployed work crew somewhere out there. Good on them for working fast� maybe he�d luck out and get his power back quickly. For now, he was alone in the dark with his hardon� and Weregarurumon�s pants. Normally, he�d just go back to sleep� but the situation felt right, almost magical. No electronic humming, just the cool darkness, the surprise pants, and one extra firm erection� He stroked it� looked at it in the dark� he could swear it was bigger than usual. Maybe it was just how hard he was� He checked with the light and would�ve sworn it was at least an inch longer than usual. He continued to be somewhat rational, figuring this must just be as big as he could naturally get if the blood-pressure to his dick was at its maximum. It was so full and needy� he just had to rub it. It ached for more stimulation as he worked the skin back and forth. Unusually, he sort of zoned out while doing this. He had an active imagination and liked to fantasize, but right now it was just� rubbing, sensations, feeling his heart and his breath and� recurringly thinking about those pants. Imagining how cool it would be to be Weregarurumon laying here rubbing one out like this� a big digital Werewolf just sprawling, taking up the whole bed and then some� huge paws spilling off the foot of the bed and down onto the floor� He shined light on the pants again� what he wouldn�t give to fit in these, to really make them his pants. >My pants. That thought was not any conscious effort by the digimon trapped down south in the groin. It was an emergent thought from within Ryan�s mind as the jumbled-up data mingled within him � bending and swaying his underlying urges. That recombined data was having a silent and mutagenic conversation with the very nature of who and what Ryan was, and what it was. He looked down at his enlarged erection and felt hungrier for it. He wanted to kiss it� sink it deep in his long snout. Gods, if only he was canine-style flexible in this human form. Or better yet, not in this form at all� big and agile enough to wear these pants and be proud of them� maybe take them off after a day of hiking and brawling and give his huge paws a slow and thorough licking. He jerked it quicker� he was feeling good. He thought of those paws the way he preferred to imagine them, four-toed and far larger than the canon design and correspondingly improved for worship� plus a long, extra fluffy werewolf tail, the pants having this nice tailored hole in them for it� if only he could just cum his humanity away and be THAT, strong and sensual� catching his dick between his well-cleaned paws and rubbing the pads over it, until he could make a proper mess of them himself again� SPUUURT!! Ryan huffed and breathed deeper, his ejaculation flowing freely. Ohhh, he felt weird� so VERY tired after that� like a little bit of his humanity really had left. Good riddance � if only it could be so. The logical part of him didn�t believe anything like that could happen, but he �felt it� down into his bones (and his softening boner)� and that was enough for him in this kinky little moment. Just needed to be a little less human, and a lot more werewolf� werewolf enough to fit into these things� Just a fantasy, right? But it�d be so nice if it could continue not feeling like one� He fell asleep again, snuggling the pants to himself, while Weregarurumon�s data continued to weave itself through his mind. * * * >Hey DigiGuard, how did that go? -The effort was a partial success. In summary: -A surge of emotion occurred moments before climax. -For a limited window of time, the cognitive matrix of host �Ryan� relaxed and became selectively vulnerable. -It allowed itself to be altered in ways that would shift his cognitive profile away from human, and toward a limited but large list of non-human creatures. -His mind became open to integrating your data and expelling human-affiliated data. >Glad to know I meet his standards� not that there was ever any doubt. -Helped by those factors, your datacore integrity is up to 68.1%, but it remains incomplete. >So, let's keep going. -There is the trouble: the vulnerability did not last. -The emotional wave passed, and some standard cognitive safeguards came online again. -However, if you exploit this repeatedly� >I can get my data back together quicker and get his human data out of the way. -Yes! However, be warned, there seems to be more unintended propagation. >Ehh? -Well, you only meant to inject yourself whole into his cognitive matrix and co-opt it. -Of course, we know now that your injection got scrambled into many pieces. -Due in part to the nerve cluster where you landed being the penis and spinal ganglia, rather than the brain. >Uh-huh, and? -As previously alluded, some sectors of host Ryan�s cognitive matrix were so receptive that they hurried to duplicate the portions of your data they received. -Those portions are now growing, mingling with, and corrupting the human sectors. -It is unlikely that our standard data-correction process will ever wholly remove them. -Cognitively speaking, he is becoming corrupted into his idea of you. -Any parts that keep themselves �pure� will most likely become very afraid of you. >Flattering. I think. -This program recommends harmonizing those duplicates back into one unit with yourself -then expelling any leftovers that cannot fit in. >We�ll make it fit. >sorry that�s just something humans say when they�re horny for big things, isn�t it. -It is! -An observation: your duplicated data within Ryan provide further attack vectors for you, -but will slow the process of actually merging. >Because� more variables to sort through. -Exactly. >Heh� what a screwed-up situation. What�s his neural status? -Sleeping now, quickly approaching REM. -I see you�re thinking about dream manipulation and will prepare our injection protocols. >Thanks� I need to get more of me into his head so I can make him do that more. >Serves him right, anyway. -Reiterate? >You wouldn�t understand, but� now that I�ve felt him, >I think I better understand why he likes me so much. >If I was him, I�d like me too. -Splendid! -Hopefully you/he will have no hard feelings about you/he taking you/him over. >Uh� sure. Linking up via DigiGuard�s neural injection protocol, Weregarurumon focused and tried to send out the idea that he was sexy� handsome, strong, thick, hard� This conjured a mental image of himself with rock hard abs and a human penis for a head, but quickly dispelled it. >Dammit, I can feel myself getting erect again. DigiGuard piped up: -Dreamstate confirmed. Deep injection available. >Do it, before these dick nerves distract me. * * * The dream into which he injected himself wasn�t detailed. It was one of those �black void� dreams with limited visuals, but lots of other sensation: noises, touch. Ryan was sitting naked on Weregarurumon�s chest with legs spread across him. His one accessory was a simple black-thread necklace with a Crest of Friendship on it. Weregarurumon was looking up at him � humoring him, tenderly rubbing one the human�s bare sides with a massive clawed hand. Weregarurumon�s consciousness was not experiencing either of their perspectives directly. It was like the version of him in the dream was another character spawned from Ryan�s mind� maybe amplified by the duplicate data that the assistant program had mentioned. Big four-toed paws� a purple cock peeking out of a big, fuzzy sheath� yeah, this was Ryan�s conception of him, all right. The digimon in the dream sat up � hugged Ryan in closer to his chest, and proceeded to kiss him while Ryan straddled his waist. The size difference was� exaggerated for effect. Ryan in the dream was no bigger than Weregarurumon�s torso, even though the digimon was �only� around nine feet tall. Weregarurumon needed to get in on this� he focused on the dream character and tried to flow into it, making it his avatar of the moment� It worked, but it also didn�t. What worked was seizing control of the head and arms� he was opening his maw, licking Ryan�s face� growling low for him and showing passion. He felt so� desirous, like he could sit here licking the human all night� kissing him, turning him into more of himself� This replicative urge� it was so strong� and felt so good. However, as that urge took hold, the dream itself also became corrupted. After some flickering, Ryan was no longer sitting on top of a fully realized Weregarurumon. Instead, Ryan was sitting with his legs spread wide� while the torso of Weregarurumon grew without explanation out of Ryan�s groin: replacing Ryan�s penis and balls, and making his legs feel fuzzed out and unmovable. Despite this, Ryan was enthralled. He melted for Weregarurumon�s affection, even as a pleasure like penile stimulation pulsed through both of them. He wanted � they wanted � to suck him. To kiss him. To suckle on his tongue� that must be it. Ryan suckled on his tongue and nibbled suggestively at his much larger fangs. Ryan seemed drunk off his touch and kisses, stroking down Weregarurumon's back at the same time and making him feel great. Weregarurumon throbbed and felt an oversized major vein growing up the length of his back � as well as a compulsion to twist around away from Ryan, and a feeling like he was about to spit up something salty. He� had to keep it together. Keep it together!! He grabbed Ryan�s arms to stop the sensual stroking, but followed it up by gazing with romantic dominance into his eyes. �You want to be my crest-bearing friend,� said the digimon, �but I�ll be so much more. Just let me take control�� The digimon continued to nuzzle and snuggle, licking him� finding it pleasant to bond like this. Every little touch was nourishing him at the expense of the human's nature� and Ryan was on the verge of cumming from it. He could tell because� THROB. Because of sensations like that. Weregarurumon felt heavier and more rigid� continuing to pulsate with increasing pleasure all throughout himself as he kissed his host. The penile sensations were interfering� Weregarurumon pressed in against Ryan�s chest� and Ryan sank under his weight, lying back flat� Ugh� Weregarurumon felt stiffer and thicker still, his hands not responding and hanging paralytic against his sides, while the dreaming Ryan stroked him rapidly � brought his feet up to rub at the base of him too� As Weregarurumon looked at Ryan doing this, he felt aroused himself � and fleetingly saw the human�s torso and head morph into a hyper-huge version of the purple cock that Ryan had often imagined for him. Right� in the data map, Ryan�s head would be where the cock was. Ryan would become his cock, when this was all said and done� The idea was momentarily mesmerizing to Weregarurumon, who grunted as his expanded form retracted back into the human � down and down until just the shoulders were visible, his neck starting to twist around so that he could no longer look Ryan eye-to-eye, but must instead hang erectly forward� Pre filled his maw� so much he could taste it. He needed to throb, spasm, and spit it all out�!! Weregarurumon wanted to hold back from this indignity, but his host body's urging, and his greater objectives, both demanded that he let it happen. He grew rigid and ached as the pleasure burned� and the sensation of seed rushing through him took hold� Weregarurumon� Ryan wanted to be Weregarurumon� * * * In the physical world, the sleeping Ryan's legs had contorted as best they could, tucking both feet close to his erection. He sat up, still asleep, and moaned quietly as he let loose � cum falling on his soles and leaving a mess upon the sheets. Then, without so much as waking, he flopped down on the bed again. Weregarurumon in the dreamscape picked himself up from convulsively spitting out a flood of white, liquid data. It was� human data, now cast out, and dissipating� His datacore integrity was at 74%, with an enlarged file size compared to before � no doubt some of that propagated data being pulled back into him and reintegrated, where it belonged. That had done well for him, but he needed to do more. He didn't know how long Ryan's brain would endure repeated Weregarurumon-themed dreams like this� but he needed to keep this going as long as possible. He could only hope the well of the human's lust for him was deep enough to satisfy this need. He throbbed. The idea that it might be deep enough was� arousing. Gratifying. He must work quickly, to weave himself through Ryan fully until he could seize control� * * * Ryan woke again� in a trancelike state. Not quite remembering the dream from before. His brain crawling with energy� electricity in his head. The work-crew outside was still at it, a bit closer than before, but he didn�t pay them any mind. >It�s so hard to sleep >when my dick feels this nice� With that intrusive thought directing his attention, Ryan looked down at his dick. Definitely bigger than normal� which was somehow expected, right now. >This is fine. Indeed, it being at least two inches too long was fine. Why complain about something awesome, even if it did not quite make sense? >Weregarurumon deserves a big cock. That was right: he did deserve it. >I should touch myself. >I bet my bigger cock feels good~ He tried it out� >Hnnhhsdjdjfkk Woah, so sensitive� so big, the way it throbbed in his hand� Ryan felt like it could get even bigger any moment. > > >I should keep doing this. As an erstwhile hero who faced his opponents head-on, Weregarurumon was not subtle about manipulating Ryan. Fortunately for him, he was activating biases and habits that were decades old and thoroughly established. Any excuse to think about his greatest digi-crush was a good excuse� >This is a great time to go enjoy Weregarurumon more. >A great time to fantasize about him. >All those handsome moves, his muscles, the way his jeans fit around him� And his paws� thought Ryan through his half-asleep haze. >The nicest paws I've ever seen >So big and broad and satisfying� Ryan started jerking it again� harder, faster. >Hnhh� >Nngh� >Gshdjejejdkk�!! The sensitivity reverberated through him� just jerking it felt like it was giving him back to back dry orgasms. He better pace himself� he should slow-roll this and work up gradually. >I should use the jeans� >I should cum in Weregarurumon�s jeans. >MY jeans. He� wasn't really into denim as a texture on his dick, but this felt strangely enticing right now� maybe if he slipped them on� >Getting into Weregarurumon�s pants. He did it� Threading his feet through, sliding them up from his ankles until he could grind his enlarged dick on the fabric from inside� >hhhnnghhk� > >Yes�! > >Look at me, I'm Weregarurumon! He was throbbing� a hot energy slithering up his spine from his dick� it was infectious, making every part of Ryan feel better and better. Ryan rubbed his groin and thrust within the fabric � cupping the bulge with a hand and grinding� feeling funny in his head, but way too horny to stop. >No need to be human� >no need for that pesky humanity� Not when he could be a digimon� >especially THAT digimon� That was right� >I'll cum out anything that holds back Weregarurumon�s pleasure� That�s right� he needed to do that. He was grinding without thought, the trance deepening into a state of somnambulance. More and more worked up� closer and closer� >That�s right. >I love Weregarurumon. >I love me� * * * Ryan felt beachside sun on his back� a handsome view of Weregarurumon�s body, reclining upon the sand with paws spread wide� arms folded behind his head to show off that broad chest and that fluffy face and figure� the leather straps, the bulging pants� Bulging. Ryan needed that� he needed to tug those pants down and see what the digimon had waiting for him� He got close� pressed his face on that crotch� The digimon grabbed his head and rolled him off. Rolled him roughly onto his back, on the hot sand. With his bulging sheath exposed through his trousers, Weregarurumon stood up suddenly and put a paw on Ryan�s chest. A heavy, sand-gritted paw, the dust and shell-fragments spreading on his skin as the werebeast growled down at him above, showing off that leg and that paw� four meaty digits, just like Ryan always imagined� He stepped forward � loomed the paw sole over Ryan�s face, letting the dust fall off and cover him, as if to underscore how inferior he was. Then the digimon put the foot down alongside Ryan�s shoulder, and dropped to both knees � straddling him, and unzipping those pants to let the goods swing free. A purple rocket and heavy balls� warm and furry� Ryan licked it. Ryan whined. He sniffed the musk and tasted the balls� the manly warmth and the texture of the fur. He felt like a small fox being pinned by a big wolf in the wilderness� dominated and made to serve� The sun grew bright� the position changed. Ryan was on his knees. Weregarurumon had a hand behind Ryan�s head and the other behind his shoulders � legs spread in a high crouch, back slightly hunkered. That rocket was slamming into his mouth repeatedly� the full knot clapping his face, Ryan moaning and murmuring as he watched it saw back and forth in gorgeous first person. His face� >This is exactly what this face is for� >A place for Weregarurumon�s cock� >Exactly where Weregarumon�s cock should be� Ryan�s face tingled� he felt funny� Cock.. Cock in his face� that was right� Ryan zoned out to the pleasure, which rose and rose toward the inevitable. * * * As Ryan dreamed of this rough blowjob, Weregarurumon felt stronger� hornier� meaner, as a means to an end. He had to give this human what was necessary, whatever would consolidate him in a way that would allow the bioemergence to be real. Even if that meant being a real, sexy, horny monster. Truly, this kind of cognitive energy was intoxicating� because it was genuine. It was not as if he was �forcing� Ryan to believe in him, or give him these delightful qualities. Kissing Ryan in the earlier dream had been delicious� electric. Something in the human had been given up to him� rapidly at first, then in smaller amounts, filling in crevices in his hungry datamass. He had not felt like this before. It made him feel like a real werewolf and not just the cartoon image of one. He could reach into his prey and tear from them what he needed� Such a tempting corruption, but he had settled for continuing to kiss and taste � swallowing only what was readily available, which was a surprising amount. Ryan easily fell under his sway, happy to receive any affection the Digimon gave. Only regarding it as a dream, but being affected by it regardless. Then there had been the realization, knowing that Ryan was in the position to become his shaft. A realization which hit him again now, as he watched the human�s face get pummeled time and again by his thrusting knot. Every naive suckle wanted Weregarurumon to be real, no matter the cost to what Ryan currently thought of as himself. It was a nearly religious desire, unheeding of its consequences. Its earnestness was nourishing the digimon�s data, swelling his file size and making the integrity percentage rise, even if slowly. Weregarurumon could never quite be sure of how much he was being corrupted. He only knew that the difference felt good� strong� he was growing the authority to show this human his place� Within the dream, Weregarurumon growled � and forced his knot past those lips. He filled Ryan�s throat past the point of gagging, and then past the point of suffocation. The human should not have been able to breathe, impaled as he was on that rocket, but he managed to sip air somehow. Of course, his physical body was doing okay enough in that area. Weregarurumon was observing that using the terminal�s diagnostics � keeping tabs on his host, so as not to ruin him. In a perverse way, Ryan felt increasingly valuable to him � something to be treasured, even as he consigned it to the strange fate that awaited them both. He rubbed dream-Ryan�s head as the hilted blowjob got hotter� and the act brought Weregarurumon a strange new dimension of pleasure. The more he did that, the more he wanted to do it, and the more Ryan�s posture slowed and stiffened� toy-like in his grasp, a sensitive spot he could stroke for his own enjoyment. Just the blowjob by itself was not enough, but thrusting while stroking Ryan�s head was phenomenal� Ryan, whose head was mapped to exactly where Weregarurumon�s cock and balls were supposed to be� Dream-Ryan groaned for him, voice muffled. Weregarurumon held the pose� and took a moment to ensure the physical body was ready too� >Let�s see� pull the camera back� Good, he had managed to get the sleeping Ryan to rise up on his knees� humping through the undone fly of the Weregarurumon jeans, between two pillows. The pleasure of that act was coursing across their nerves� and the human�s arms were reaching up to stroke his face and hair as he grinded away. Face, neck, down to his chest� it felt so good there, erogenous and promising. Even now, the pleasure of penile stimulation was almost overwhelming to Weregarurumon. It was only by embracing this horny roughness he felt that he was able to stay focused. Rather than feeling electrocuted and incapable each time the human�s nerves sang out with stimulation� he was channeling it into more power, more aggression, more rigidness in controlling his host� If this kept going, Weregarurumon would expand himself through Ryan�s mental data and conquer every part that wasn�t already in line. Eventually, only the most basic of human instincts would be left� and then, they too would fall as the body transformed. Back in the dream, Weregarurumon felt the twitching� the rising closeness of the climax. It felt good, even as it was rising from his stomach, like a soda someone had shaken far too much. He convulsed and clenched his mouth, suppressing a burp, then knew what he needed to do. He extracted his knot from Ryan�s face at the last second, the human stretching impossibly to let it free. He felt the cum rushing up his throat� leaned in to kiss Ryan�s well-stretched mouth. The dream glitched, and a mist of zeroes and ones surrounded Ryan. Looking down in the dream, he saw the digimon�s neck rising from his groin again. Weregarurumon�s head, neck, and torso growing up from his waist� looking at him, eying him knowingly� white fluid dribbling from his maw while his neck and chest twitched. Ryan needed to kiss him. MUST kiss him. He lunged down � fleetingly felt that tongue, that salty taste� it didn�t feel wrong at all, just horny as hell. The digimon�s muscles growing fuller, pecs broadening as he seemed to enlarge more and more, overtaking Ryan in size as Ryan felt weaker. He realized he couldn�t feel the kisses quite right anymore, but he was so horny, so close� Meanwhile, the sleep-fucking body pulled out from the pillows� knelt on them, and curled forward, slobbering: trying to suck himself, but not quite reaching. In the dream Weregarurumon leaned in close and placed a slow, electrifying lick on the side of Ryan�s head � the slow rise making him feel stiff, energized�hot, ready�!! Ryan rapidly stroked Weregarurumon�s shoulders and neck, causing an overwhelmed look to form in the digimon�s expression. All the while, that tongue kept slurping Ryan � the sensation spotty but so close, Ryan drooling� He jerked Weregarurumon even faster� and the digimon suddenly whipped around so that his head was facing straight away from Ryan�s groin� the torso retracting into him, the shoulders going flush with his legs as a boiling heat and pleasure built up, past the point of no return� In the physical world, an orgasm struck like lightning, the human spat a frustrated excess of saliva down over the dick as it came � and its cum spewed accordingly against his face. He then collapsed sideways, sprawling awkwardly alongside the pillows and smearing his load on them. A little more of what made him �Ryan� departed with that moment. Even now, Weregarurumon could feel an energy that was more digimon than person inside that human veneer. >digiguard statusreport -Datacore integrity at 79%. Good. They were getting close. He felt stronger himself� powerful. He just needed to keep the human subdued� underfoot. Heh, of course� that was an idea, wasn�t it? * * * Ryan fleetingly awoke� so groggy and confused, his body paralyzed from dreaming, and not fully coming out of it. His eyes fluttered. He smelled cum� felt wetness on his face. So� good� >So good to sleep like this. >Sucking off Weregarurumon. >Doing whatever Weregarurumon wants. So good indeed. A crackle� a falling, darkening feeling� He thought he saw zeroes and ones. They were everywhere in his mind for a second� Ryan felt something heavy on his chest� * * * They were back in the digital world, as �mon and partner. They were in the desert, going along some sandy dunes with a �forest� of random pastel-colored palm trees in the far background. Ryan looked up at his partner�s chest� or, he tried to. Disorientation came over Ryan. Looking up at Weregarurumon seemed increasingly like looking up the face of an urban building. He was supposed to be tall, sure, but� not three stories tall. The image of Weregarurumon blurred and expanded� colossal. With a single step further, he left Ryan far behind� only to turn around and amble back over� vast paw-toes leaving craterous prints in the sand. The mass of him was terrifying, the crunch and crush of the sand audible as the paws stepped over him so that he was directly under the crotch of the monster�s pants. Ryan looked up, and the digimon picked that paw up above him, the whole thing looming like a lifted traincar. The sun was blocked. High above, Weregarurumon gave the leather strap along his chest an amused tug, grinning at his own power. His toes wiggled, before the pad of that sole came down, down� Ryan felt it touch him, but it didn�t pancake him. He blinked, the foot pulled back� and it was smaller again� albeit still far too large for him to withstand. The paw alone was longer than Ryan�s entire body � and came down on him harsher this time, squishing him into the soft sand, the pads leathery and heavy as they pressed on his face. Ryan�s erection brushed that paw. He felt full of energy� needy, aching energy that needed to vent� to drench that paw in all he could give. The paw pulled up �- just enough that the digimon could lean his head forward and be seen while he spoke, his voice carrying deeper and sexier through the area due to his size: �Human� it�s time to show my paw you love it. Give up everything. Release all you have for this paw that could easily destroy you�� He didn�t have to give the command twice. Ryan was jerking himself and moaning as he waited for that paw to weigh upon him again. It did so, moments later� but this time the central pad was against his penis� his erection fucking along the soft feel of it. The pressure of it came down firmer� mooshing around Ryan, compressing him carefully against the sand as his arousal heightened� A tiny human� underfoot for a far stronger being� by his own desires� admission. The giant Weregarurumon undid the fly of his jeans. His chest and head curled forward, arching his flexible back � looming, while his overfull sheath let his erection spill out. His paw let off a moment, hovering a short distance above the human � letting him see the exposed goods � before coming down again. Weregarurumon licked himself � his full, long cock against his long, strong tongue� and Ryan shivered. Abruptly, the dream glitched. No longer pinned under the giant paw, but pressed in against Weregarurumon�s groin� face to cock, almost. Ryan felt pleasure on his lips as he looked at it, and felt the warm, furry balls tightening beneath him. As if not noticing him there, Weregarurumon kept fellating himself � the tongue working over the cock, Ryan being pressed in tighter and tighter against its warmth. Sometimes because of the tongue itself wetly pressing him� sometimes because of what felt like a magnetic attraction� or like the cock was a gravity well from which Ryan could not escape. Ryan�s arms spread around it, and he felt it throbbing against his face� and within his face. So meaty and big� warm� the balls below wobbling, the giant full of cum� �You should be stroking me, human�� Weregarurumon teased from above. Then Ryan felt funny � disoriented. He couldn�t pull away from the penis, but he also couldn�t quite use his hands, which looked fuzzy and pixellated when he glanced down � all while a throbbing sensation continued to build inside his head, for some reason centered on his tongue. He looked back over the spread legs and noticed that he couldn�t see Weregarurumon�s paws� they had descended into the sand or� something. �Weregarurumon, where are your paws?� asked Ryan. �Mmm� in your hands~� Then Ryan�s hands in the dream were getting larger� wider� the fingers merging down to four� �Oh my gosh, I can feel your feet�� �That�s right,� cooed the giant from above him. �You know what you are to me. The parts you love the best�� Ryan pawed at his face but found his skin throbbing� a dense, firm feeling boring through his skull, his face puffing out and extending forward � the tongue swelling and jutting through his open lips� �Mmmhhh!??� Grinning darkly, Weregarurumon thought to Ryan, rather than spoke: >Good boy� let my data in� >so eager to receive it >you�re practically me already� Ryan throbbed� and so did Weregarurumon. Stiff, hot sensation followed as his werewolf dream body tightened to resemble a giant human cock, covered in an excess of blood vessels and and what looked like copper wires� aching, so close. Ryan was sinking into the flesh of the canine erection. Only the paws were staying outside of it� and getting larger. >Let go of your humanity� The response was a single, hornily manic thought-word that came back through the terminal: YES �And so that part of Ryan was absorbed� slurped up by the growing datamass that was wgrr.m0n. The dream darkened, and Weregarurumon was left with pulsating, throbbing feelings � all over himself. In the physical world, Ryan had ejaculated again,the climactic spasms helping to expel more of that human essence from the nervous system. Influenced by the Digimon, Ryan subconsciously caught the load in hand and swallowed it, licking it up with a subservient passion. Part of Ryan�s brain was equating this to licking cum off of one of Weregarurumon�s huge paws, eagerly servicing them. Thus, Weregarurumon�s datamass continued to enlarge. There was so much of him� so many ideas and lusts grown full and meaty in this human brain. They were invigorating to pick through� it felt as if it was all perfectly natural, and he was just enjoying it. Enjoying becoming stronger, dominating� growing. However, none of that could yet change the one truth that continued to linger for him: he was, physically and in fact, Ryan the human�s penis. However, the means to correct that was swelling� more and more. Weregarurumon throbbed and let the cock-sensations take him, for now. He still had to be Ryan�s cock for a little while longer� hard and horny, eager to spurt for thoughts of Weregarurumon� However, increasingly, the pieces were in place. He had most of what he needed. He just needed to stay focused enough to accomplish the change. One last, methodical round of gathering himself� it wouldn�t be long now. He opted to let the human finish sleeping � let the nerves recover from the overstimulation, while he got his data in order. Then, he�d strike at the other place where the human was weakest: consuming media with him in it. The Digital Perfect Storm: Part 3 Ryan woke up� foggy-headed. Hard to think. His body felt heavy and tired� probably from trying too hard to act out his dreams. He checked the time� quite late. He�d slept in� ten, maybe eleven hours since he first went to bed. Granted, he�d woken up at least once� but it felt like he�d done more than that. Glaringly, an aftertaste of cum lingered in his mouth. Somehow, he�d swallowed his own cream, not too long before waking up. Choice locations along his upper back, midriff, and thighs� they all felt either very stretched, or warm and upset, like he had compressed his gut muscles to achieve it. Sleep autofellatio� that was a new one. Still, having tried it awake before with sorely limited success, he understood the associated pains enough to figure that he must�ve at least attempted it� and got close enough to make the shot, apparently. Jeez, what a night. He sat up along the bed�s edge and rubbed his head. As for �why� he might have sucked himself off in his sleep� that much wasn�t hard to determine. He had been dreaming about fucking Weregarurumon basically all night long. Something in him had just got� so hot and horny for him. He looked down at himself and felt like his dick was� smugly looking back at him � as if waiting for his further attention, despite how heavily spent it was. He could swear that he had never felt less pent up than he did right now. He took a good breath and stretched his arms and legs� trying to snap out of it. >Wishing those ankles led to paws. He was almost able to �see� it, the layout his body �ought� to have down there. Looking down his legs to the broad werewolf hands� >Paws. It will be paws, the ones I stand on. Yeah, he should have massive werewolf paws there. Wouldn�t that be something? He scoffed shyly at the idea and dragged himself to his feet. Throughout this, he didn�t notice the �other� line of thinking that was weaving with his own. It was all twined together� one big stream of consciousness, each thought and emotion as good as the next. It perhaps said something about his current state that all of it passed the sniff test of being �his� � even though there remained something distinctly non-Ryan inside, still methodically expanding its data pattern across his nervous system as it continued to join with him. Checking his electronics, it occurred to Ryan that the power had come back on sometime this morning. Kudos to the repair workers for getting it fixed that quickly. It had sounded like whatever had blown was absolutely smoked, and he had been expecting more downtime. Well, good fortune. He�d be able to do whatever he wanted today. >Keep progressing in the game. >Keep making Weregarurumon stronger. That was a great idea. No worries about whatever happened the night before� just letting himself get engrossed in the game, in enjoying the new abilities (and animations!) that came with his favorite digimon�s new form. First, though� he should really shower: he smelled like sweaty sex. * * * Ryan idly rubbed his cock as he rinsed himself down under the warm streams. He felt an unusually strong twitch in his groin in response. A lot stronger than he�d have expected given the aforementioned �spent� feeling, especially. He turned aside from the water and looked down at his lightly moistened member. All normal� enough. Except, the sensation of it felt� heavier, denser, somehow. He also felt a bit� watched, again. Just looking at it like this. >This is fine. I should be reasonable. >I had a lucky night� I�ve got power. Yeah, that was right� the Digital World was his oyster today. >And the real world, too. The life I want from it is mine for the taking. The more anxious side of his emotions wasn�t so sure, at first� but, after a few minutes of warm water, he decided he must be psyching himself out, and that he�d do his best to ignore the unease. >Just keep to the routine� grab some breakfast, and then settle in for a proper Saturday of gaming. The more he thought about it, the more his anxiety spiked� but it wasn�t able to clue him in to what was actually wrong, only that something was. >I won�t worry about this. >I want to keep progressing in the game. Admittedly, that idea seemed a lot more fun than succumbing to some kind of weird panic spiral where he started checking and re-checking things. He could progress the story a while, grind some levels� and maybe grind something else later on. >I�ll finish my shower fast and get to playing. >I want to see those paws again. Those paws� they were calling to him with a siren�s song. Granted, he liked to imagine that gay furries wouldn�t easily go overboard for a monster-girl singing in the ocean� but change that up for a werewolf with a plump sheath and worship-worthy beans, and the song started to sound really appealing again� Most gamers had experienced being fixated on finishing a particular game� but in Ryan�s case, the level of fascination here was akin to demonic possession. He wasn�t thinking for himself. He was playing because he had to, because it existed, and was available to him, and why the hell wasn�t he playing it more already? >I�ll stare at those paws all morning if I want to. >I�ll watch them animate, flex, and kick. >I�ll watch every detail. Hell yes� that sounded like a great time. So much so that the intrusive nature of the thoughts failed to bother him the way they might otherwise. >I want to see Weregarurmon�s paws stomp his enemies� Or at least kick them in the face. >I want to get in his pants� all the way inside his pants. H�heh, he did. His dick twitched and swelled at the idea. Just� maybe a bit later. Maybe save the horny stuff for� >Whenever I want. >I�ll play whenever I want. >Touch myself whenever I want. >This is my day to enjoy Weregarurumon fully. Yeah� yeah, that was the ticket. He�d just play, and give into every drop of thirsty hedonism he wanted to express. Detours to enjoy himself might slow down his progression a little� but there was more to beat with this game than the enemies� >I�ll enjoy beating my big, werewolf cock� Along with that thought, there was a single seizing rush of tension and blood pressure into Ryan�s face and neck. It culminated with a dizzying throb in his temples, like he was in the middle of having one gnarly headache� but then the sensation passed. Big werewolf cock� heh, if only he could have that. >I�ll definitely have that. >Before today�s over� >I�ll enjoy being Weregarurumon so much� Ryan really wanted to play the game. He needed to play the game. >I want my Crest of Friendship T-shirt. And his camo shorts of course. >I want to wear my shoes while I play. He� wasn�t sure why, but he did. >Wouldn�t it be nice to think about Weregarurumon�s paws shredding through my shoes? His penis swelled noticeably. No� yes? Of course it would, but� but it was silly, he didn�t need to put on his Chucks for this. >I�ll put on my Chucks for this, and hope they get ruined. No, not ruined! But� that was impossible, right? >So there�s no problem. I�ll put them on and imagine his paws. It was hard to argue with that. In the extra-horny mood in which Ryan found himself� yes, that would be nicer, if only for fantasy�s sake. A fresh eagerness refueled him: before showering, he had felt pretty spent, but now he was already feeling like the arousal could come rushing back in at any moment� especially if he thought too much about those paws overfilling his shoes, to the logical and noisily violent conclusion� He really didn�t know how long he�d even make it into the game session� before pawing while imagining becoming Weregarurumon. >Strong, handsome, buff Weregarurumon. He would have to do his best. At least get to the next hub area� >Busting out of my shorts, ruining the fabric of those poor canvas shoes. >Such a shredding noise they�ll make. >Such a jagged exit for my toes� He did his best not to think about that more yet� he wanted to make it to the game before he started pawing again, at least� The entwined line of thoughts waited � watched, like a piece of spyware lurking in the background. It wouldn�t be long now. Weregarurumon didn�t feel bad about it anymore� he was in tune with this strange, very organic way of thinking� the urge to arouse the body, to swell� He would use this to further his arrival. An ordinary body like this one ought to be happy to become the vessel for a better one like his. * * * True to �his own� ideas, Ryan had put on his camo shorts and black T-shirt with the Crest of Friendship on it. To dress this way right now felt incredibly, perfectly right� euphoric beyond description. He slipped his human feet into his well-fitting shoes� imagining that he needed his big paws� he needed to stand on his own two feet again. >My own two paws� He strode over to his chair, his mind on the weight and feel of his footfalls as he went� if only they were bigger, the shoes straining to hold those big paws back� But, he�d have plenty of time to envision that. There was potentially a whole day of gaming ahead of him. He was pitching a tent already as he sat down at his PC and started up the game. He lingered over the �Datalogs� title menu option, which would take him to the full version of the art and cutscene viewer. It took effort not to sink straight into that. He� just wanted to play a bit first� right? He stroked his erection through the fabric with one hand while navigating the menus with the other. He�d� He�d just play for a bit, without fapping. He focused up, put both hands into controlling the game, and started playing. His erection was� more persistent than usual, somehow feeling as if it had strong opinions about this whole situation and his lack of continuing touch. Nevertheless, he progressed. He got into some battles � saw the animations, smiled at those paws whenever Weregarurumon executed one of his snappy kicking combos. For a little while, he settled into that: ambiently hard and thoroughly aroused, but not overwhelmed by it. Not �needing� to act on it, as though his life depended on it. To Weregarurumon, it was almost quaint, feeling his host sit down to play in this state of lingering na�vet� as if these weren�t the last, vanishing moments of his human existence� spent continuing to play with the toy and idol that had brought him so much fun and desire over the years. Weregarurumon felt stronger as this continued � not only subjectively, but in a way he could verify through command-line lookups. His integrity was steadily rising, while Ryan�s was declining � the human lightly hypnotized by the fantasies of playing the game, while Weregarurumon continued to creep in and propagate himself on the backend. His final preparations were well underway: his metaphorical �installer� was nearing its completion. Structurally speaking, Weregarurumon�s own data was all clean and back in order� ready to manifest� but he was allowing it to mutate and change as it wished. He was siphoning ideas and desires from his host� both to maximize the chances of a successful emergence, and now just for the pleasure of it. Everything Ryan thought about did, and daydreamed toward � it all infused into Weregarurumon bit by bit, bringing him into closer resonance with the soon-to-be host body. So it went. Hour after hour. Ryan occasionally stroking himself � occasionally noticing another bit of pre in his shorts. Silently, he grew more and more invested in the role of Weregarurumon � his shape, his qualities, his ears, his butt, his tail, his paws, his level, his stats, his moves � all the things that made him able to participate in that world, Ryan�s brain opened up for, and absorbed like a sponge. He had to be that� had to be� >in his pants. >all the way in his pants. >only in his pants. It was weird, but he imagined it anyway � like being a tiny micro-human trapped inside those jeans as Weregarurumon�s huge-hung member grew hard, the heat of the canine rocket making Ryan feel like he was on fire. So big and warm he could sink into it � get absorbed into it, like it was a PC monitor with a Digi-world portal on the screen, and he was just falling in and changing, becoming part of it� That was so weird, but it felt SO enticing. Wouldn�t it be great if Weregarurumon� >wouldn�t it be great if my mouth could get as close to Weregarurumon�s cock as possible? >if all I could taste was Weregarurumon�s musk >his pre >his cum >just pumping through me >his paws touching me >so strong and heavy� Ryan set the game aside and rolled his chair back from his desk� it was in the middle of a battle, but it was turn-based, and Weregarurumon was awaiting his orders� flexing those arms and legs and bouncing about in his idle, ready-for-action stance� Ryan huffed, leaned back, and slipped a hand into his pants to stroke that viciously hard boner of his. It wasn�t going to leave him alone, and he his resistance to its call was weakening. Under the surface, Ryan was fast running out of data that was only and uniquely �him.� So much of it had already broken apart and paired up with aspects of Weregarurumon�s data, increasing the digimon�s presence in his body and inspiring various mental mutations � chief among them, increasing his already strong crush on the digimon far beyond its usual levels. Ryan was no longer merely turned on by Weregarurumon; he was fascinated to the point of inescapable fixation, subverting even his fondness for gameplay progress. Weregarurumon, likewise, had not properly noticed some of the ways in which he was changing. He was growing increasingly lustful � sultry, dominating� even eager to be cruel to a paw-slut like Ryan. All this arousal demanded satisfaction. Like, really, he could see now why the human had trouble getting his mind off of Weregarurumon� in this body, here and now, Weregarurumon could easily agree that his buff werebeast form was unbearably sexy and needed to be worshipped. More than that, of course, it needed to be real. It needed to breach the barrier of fiction and overwhelm the rules of reality. Weregarurumon, for his part, couldn�t wait to deepthroat the transforming Ryan� because he�d finally be deepthroating himself. He, himself, eclipsing Ryan, who craved to suck off Weregarurumon� that urge had become Weregarurumon�s own as well, but from the dominant angle. Even now, Weregarurumon might feel worse about the fate that lay ahead for this guy, if not for the grimly sensual awareness that some part of him craved it. Every human would die someday � whether suddenly, or in a slow decay to the ravages of old age � and surely Ryan could think of no better way to go than by becoming this. Weregarumon was certain of that, now. The man�s old identity would technically end� but, together, they would live on as something wonderful: Weregarurumon in the flesh. Of course, it would also make sense for Ryan to have reservations. Once triggered, survival instincts didn�t go down without a struggle. Fortunately, Weregarurumon had many of this body�s other instincts on his side. Twitch. Ryan�s penis trembled with need. Demanded that he stroke it more � think of Weregarurumon clearly as he engaged in this pleasure. The moment was here. There was only one step left. One big-pawed movement that needed to happen. He needed to get Ryan to climax again� and empty his brain of any lingering dependence on being human. All that pesky humanity would gush out of his dick� and Weregarurumon would bubble up from underneath, filling the void left behind. Reality would waver � bend� and then, he would be free. >Look at the way he moves even when he�s idle� that sexy beast� It was true. Ryan was staring, jerking quicker� no danger of stopping. With his free hand, he futzed with the controls, making his digimon defend rather than attack. All except Weregarurumon, who he made use a non-damaging ability instead� so that the enemies would definitely get their turn. It wasn�t that he wanted to cause Weregarurumon pain, just� >I should masturbate all the way again� right now. Ryan huffed. That really didn�t seem like a bad idea. He was getting deeply in the mood. An area attack went out; the defending digimon didn�t flinch, but Weregarurumon got knocked onto his back, and then performed a kip-up to get right back on his feet since he still had plenty of HP remaining. Due to the camera angle, his paw-soles were prominently visible for a moment as he leaned back onto his hands to spring upright. He really needed to record some examples of it so he could watch it in slo-mo a few hundred times. He just really, really enjoyed the way it looked, and the way it complimented all of the powerful kicking maneuvers the digimon performed as parts of his attacks. Like really, a guy with paws like that deserved to have a human around who�d give him a foot massage on the daily� Then something else interwove itself� another, more dominant thread entwining itself around his fantasy� constricting and controlling it. >I should cum hard to my big paws. >I am Weregarurumon after all. Being Weregarurumon� not just serving, but being� >It�s good for me to enjoy my fine body. >Once I have those paws here in the real world, >the adventure will have to pause for a while. >Because I will need to take a day to enjoy worshiping them. >Just enjoying them� licking them, smelling them. Ryan felt� drunk, and cursed� but cursed in a good way? He forgot what he had been fantasizing about before. It wasn�t gone, exactly, but submerged� this other thread pushing into prominence. Something was eroding his free will, but the process felt so temptingly good that it was hard to argue� After all, Weregarurumon deserved to be obeyed. >Be Weregarurumon. >Do not be Ryan. �Yeah, not Ryan,� he murmured to himself, for the moment entranced, as he masturbated >Watch how it goes. >Watch me grow. >All the perfect combinations of traits. Following the will of his increasingly hard dick, Ryan just� quit out to the title screen, went to the Datalogs, and went to the Digivolution video again. He had saved his file recently, so� >All I have to do is start. >Digivolution is ready. So was his erection. All the energy in it felt� Powerful, the more he stroked it. He felt like if he kept masturbating he would really get there� he would really be THAT. Himself� >Myself� Weregarurumon. >I�ll be me. >Strong, handsome, able to protect anyone. >A hero big enough to fit in the giant pants he wears. This sort of mental drift should have been a major red flag after what happened before� but the fact of the matter was that Ryan was far too in love with Weregarurumon to see this for the danger that it was. Sector after sector of his mind was already lost, and deeply � commingled with the nature of the digimon he craved. Now, as his pleasure rose, the digimon continued to claim more. >Body and soul, be Weregarurumon. >No thinking, only Weregarurumon. Ryan reached his zen. An emptying of his conscious mind to let Weregarurumon expand. His heart pounded. He tried to imagine those huge paws, those broad and clawed hands� as if they were his own. He kept trying� but the closer he got to climax, the more the image seemed to turn, the more he imagined himself petting Weregarurumon�s face while the big digimon gazed at him panting, encouraging him to keep rubbing, keep petting, more and more until�! Peaking pleasure and familiar spasms took over� but Ryan didn�t exactly cum. He climaxed, but nothing came out, and the orgasm hit harder and lasted longer than usual � additional waves of contractions making him feel dazed before they died down. His heart was beating fast still� not relaxing. His body was amping up, rather than calming down. There wasn�t that feeling of tension-pullback that normally accompanied a dry climax. He felt his pulse in his head� in his fingers, and toes, like his heart was trying to force his skin to swell all over. Soon, he also felt� bewildered. Somehow caught up in something� certainly not relieved. Alerted, he stood up from his chair and looked around, dick still throbbing in his hand. He walked toward his living area, patrol-minded like someone looking for a possible home invader, despite the orgasm paradoxically coexisting with this fear in his head. Unbeknownst to Ryan, at the moment of his dry climax, the bioemergence process had resumed. His human neurological integrity had weakened� and the other nature had begun to unpack itself: �wgrr.m0n� had grown strong, and now it was time for the data to become reality. He� tucked his boner back into his shorts� closed them up. Why wasn�t it going down? Why did he just feel this growing pressure? Then� Everything. EVERY part of him. TENSED. Time to Digivolve, indeed. This spasm was incredible and all-consuming � real, visceral, even though the pain felt somehow dulled compared to what he might have expected. Ryan looked down and saw the mist of zeroes and ones weaving itself into his flesh � causing the muscles in his arms to bulk up, and the girth of his waist to increase� as if they were just writing more mass into him in the form of raw muscle. Then for an instant, it sank back to normal� but the pressure wasn�t gone. He felt like he had lightning in a bottle, and his body was the bottle, and whatever was corking it was just about to pop free� �Gyah�!!� Ryan groaned in response to a sudden severe spasm in his left arm, the whole limb trembling as it� elongated strangely by a few inches. The arm tucked inward, the elbow forced to bend outward while his wrist turned prone. There was a surge of weight within his palms� an expansion of the skin, the meat, and also the bones. Then the fingers were tensing, tightening� broadening as they merged together� slowly, but unstoppably� until it formed the shape of a Weregarurumon paw. It was not a hand, but a foot. His wrist had become more like an elongated ankle, and his palm and digits were replaced by the paw proper� his shoulder was tensing fiercely as his upper-arm muscles and bone tried to transition into their counterparts from one of Weregarurumons� legs� The pressure relaxed, and he touched his face with the paw in disbelief. Sparking pleasure shot through him, his nose tingling and feeling strangely throbby as he rubbed his face against the soft, padded pillow of the paw. It was so big, and getting bigger, already big enough that it was wider than his face� Was this real? >This had better be real. It� it had better be real!! He yelped as his right hand followed suit, spasming so hard that it hurt � wobbling in place before the fist closed tight, ached, and then underwent the same thickening, reshaping finger-fusion from before. A spike of euphoria hit him, further convincing him to rub his face against the warm, freshly minted paw-beans, and even to lick in against them� just to be sure it was true. They had a cozy scent reminiscent of corn chips� he wanted to rub and sniff on them all day� but, as the arm to leg transformation progressed, his paws were forced further out � away from his face. So he kept readjusting the position � nuzzling at them, feeling his head continue to heat up and pulsate heavily the more he did that. These paws had four digits, he realized� not quite like Weregarurumon from the official designs, but more like how he had imagined him� a proper werebeast� He managed to moosh his jawline between both paws, and was rewarded with a single vivid THROB that made his neck and face tense up. Wait� something was wrong. These were� feet paws. On his hands. This wasn�t right� and what was happening to his neck? Fear spiked through the process. Ryan felt something hot down in his groin � panted nervously as he touched his neck to try to confirm it was okay, but for some reason the slightest touch there felt so pleasant as to be dizzying, like jerking his dick too much after he already came. Ryan took a deep breath and just concentrated as hard as he could. Tried to make the foot paws on his hands into werewolf hands instead� but all he accomplished was getting the changes to pull back a bit, leaving him with human hands full of a repressed, stalled transformative energy that Ryan could feel, pulsating inside him and growing in pressure by the moment, as if it might rip him open if he didn�t let it flow soon. He just� he had to hold back the flood a little longer, he had to understand what was going on� The pressure in Ryan�s hands lessened� but only because it diverted: the energy and tension within his groin surged. There was a moment�s swelling that gave him a conspicuously too-big bulge� before that tent regressed back to normal, but the pressure was still there in force. Huffing in frustration, Ryan tugged his camo shorts down just in time to see his already enlarged penis taking on an extra plump� oddly colored appearance. The glans was shade-shifting to a bright purple, and the normally caucasian skin of the shaft looked� off. It shimmered an oscillating pattern of pale blue-gray and white, as misty zeroes and ones infused it. The more the binary �data� inserted itself, the more pressurized and �ready� his member felt. Ready for what, was the question. Ryan dared to touch it� and watched it rapidly swell and broaden over his fingers and palm� the member expanding steadily� and a surreal change unfolded. The exit of the urethra was spreading open. Wider. Little white fangs starting to show themselves from inside � two nostrils forming themselves from the glans. A mound forming near the shaft base � the shape of a skull, with freshly formed eyes� wild beastman eyes, of that familiar golden color. His balls receded into his body as the neck expanded � the nuts still perceptible as heavy lumps inside the creature�s growing form� Ryan�s groin muscles twitched� and the forming mouth sputtered up his pre. Its tongue licked its darkening nostrils� huffed a breath at him. What had been his penis continued forming the shape of that familiar tiger-wolfish head, the neck angling back and the eyes glancing up at him, a fanged grin upon the jaws� Trios of short protrusions formed along either side of the cheeks of the emerging head. Two triangles pressed up from the top � like two awkward, hard-edged vertices from an old early-3D game� but, growing stronger, forcing their way into reality, forcing their way into being real� Somehow, Ryan felt a little weaker, as if a bit of himself was being lost to this process, as the size and detail on the head increased. The trios of cheek-protrusions resolved into fluffy protrusions, like plumage for the face� the triangles atop the head flicked and elongated, forming into large, warm, beastman ears. By this point, the image was unmistakable: Weregarurumon was growing headfirst out of Ryan�s crotch� and Ryan�s balls and cock were disappearing to enable that to happen. Ryan froze in terror. It was not as if it was a scenario he had never thought of before. That wasn�t the problem. The problem was that all the fantasizing in the world could not fully prepare someone for the sensation and emotions of a scenario like this actually happening. As such, Ryan did something cowardly but instinctive. He pulled his shorts back up, forcing them over the face and snout � which continued to grow forth despite this, filling them tightly. �C�Mon Ryan, hard to breathe with my nose covered,� said the muffled digimon, his voice deep and gruff. Right after he said that, Ryan felt a weird tightening in his neck � and pushed back mentally against it. �Just let it happen,� the muffled voice told him � his shorts getting even tighter, the waist straining. �N-no way!� stammered Ryan. �You stay down there! �Oh I am� don�t you worry!� Ryan�s neck tightened again � spasmodically trying to flick back, as if he was compelled to bend over backwards for whatever this digimon wanted. He resisted and felt a heat rising in his chest � which he pawed at with his hands, to find that they were also back in a state of flux, the digits getting thicker, the nails pointier � a prodrome warning that Weregarurumon�s paws were going to assert their form in that extremity soon, whether Ryan was ready for it or not. He touched his face with one, and both the backward neck-spasming and the paw changes intensified, amidst a burst of insidiously euphoric sensations. With his neck now cocked back a bit � and his right hand more oversized paw than grabber � Ryan focused to just try to keep it from progressing. What he got in return was a well-ing up of heat in his chestbone� a mist of digits infusing it� and then the surreal view of watching a werewolf tail sprout from where his sternum met his collarbones � it shooting up as a noodle of bony flesh at first before rapidly poofing out with a FLOOFY tail that reminded him of something like a wolf-husky hybrid, but bearing Weregarurumon�s signature purple splotches and blue-gray dominant color, alongside the white underparts and tuft-tips. It was in his face. Wagging. Excitedly. He had zero control over it, and Weregarurumon seemed to know that. He could feel the digimon grinning, waiting � inevitably sniffed the tail fluff and was mesmerized by the fact that it already smelled mildly musky and dusty, like Weregarurumon had been on a journey somewhere and was being �imported� into reality with all those details intact. While Ryan thought about that, his left hand aggressively pawified. He tried swatting the base of the tail with it to pin and control it, but ended up bumping a paw-claw against the edge of his neckline, which incited another sharp spasm and another feeling of his neck ratcheting backward a little more. Ryan felt something else in his chest � pinpricks of warmth on either side of the tail-base and slightly below, shortly above his nipples. It took effort for Ryan to force his face forward enough to look down again � accomplishing it only by glancing down with his eyeballs after angling his back rather than his neck. Trios of �fluff plumes� were growing there, too� one on the left and one on the right. These were the lesser plumes from the small of Weregarumon�s back � vestiges of the more pronounced ones from the digimon�s earlier form, Garurumon. Ryan�s nipples were sinking away � subsumed into his chest, which was starting to curve more like a back. His transformation-savvy brain finally had the chance to do the math and put the pieces together: paws for hands� legs presumably coming from the shoulders, back forming from the chest, neck twitching up and around� Which meant� There was no way� this couldn�t be. Of course, even to Ryan, it would�ve been obvious if he could�ve seen it from the outside. He � his head and brain � was about to become Weregarurumon�s junk. It was at that point that Ryan realized, seriously, that if he didn�t push back right now, he as he knew himself might be about to disappear� so, he struggled, for whatever that might be worth. He gritted his teeth and kept his head human through sheer force of will, and somehow �felt� a terminal notification that �installation is progressing slowly, standby�� Was this the terminal from before? He wasn�t some kind of digital entity� �Actually, maybe that wasn�t true anymore. His vocal chords tightened � his throat passage narrowing as the inner parts of his neck tried to change, forming more of the plumbing that a cock and balls would need. �You�re Weregarurumon!� he croaked through the swishy eagerness of the tail. �You�re supposed to save people!!� �Oh yeah?� came the muffled voice from his camo shorts below. �Why not let me save you from the fate of being human?� The neck and head transformation progressed noticeably. �Nrrk!! I won�t just� be your�� The digimon�s strong voice denied him: �Oh yes� you will.� Having let Ryan�s efforts play out for a while � Weregarurumon�s willpower asserted itself in force again. There was a rush of digital mist into Ryan�s waist and groin� a feeling of bizarre pleasure, and of control being lost. There was a growl of growing power from the digimon � whose head enlarged decisively and BURST the seams of Ryan�s shorts, causing the crotch of the fabric to split wide open and give the fully-formed werebeast head a place to speak, from between the camo tatters that lingered around Ryan�s thighs. The digimon angled up and back with his gradually extending neck � looking up wryly at Ryan, tucking the tail aside so that the not-so-human could just barely contort forward enough to make eye contact again. Even now, the skin of Ryan�s face was looking flushed and puffy � the blood vessel profile inside of it changing, the skin qualities shifting. �Just watch me and enjoy, Ryan,� the digimon suggested. �We don�t have to do this the hard way.� Ryan tried to speak, but was silenced by another hard spasm that forced his neck up and back. His shoulders were feeling thick� heavy� his elbows losing range of motion� Weregarurumon chuckled. �I guess you end up hard regardless.� Desperate, and now forced to look more toward the ceiling than he had ever wanted to, Ryan lowered his oversized paw-hands and lengthened leg-arms, rubbing his plush and large pawpads over the digimon�s considerable neck fluff and cheek plumes. �C� c�mon, turn back!� pleaded Ryan. It was getting hard to speak. �Jusss� turn� glk�!!� Resisting was so hard, and Ryan was getting tired. His head was pointing straight up and about to tip over � stiffening, throbbing, feeling warm, and like it badly wished to be touched. �Just let it happen, Ryan.� �NO.� He swatted at Weregarurumon�s neck with those huge paws � angrily at first, but then it felt so good� for both of them. Weregarurumon almost purred at the attention. Ryan kept compulsively petting him� found it easier and easier to just keep doing it, until couldn�t stop. It was just too good, he had to keep petting, had to help Weregarurumon keep growing more� His neck thickened until it was flush with his cheeks and chin. �You know it�d be even nicer if I had my proper legs and paws,� murmured the digimon. �Those big, FULL paws� the ones you wish you could rub your face all over� if you think they�re big now, just wait until you stop resisting.� This was a low blow, hitting Ryan in a weakness in a moment when he was already strained to his limit. He dwelled on the mental image of those paws for just a moment � and the transformation of everything below his neck surged. The paws � his former hands � expanded, claiming more of the arms, further swelling the muscles along the shoulders as they yearned to become thighs. The tail was wagging slowly � expectantly� Ryan could feel it tickling his stiffened neck. �See the problem bud?� huffed Weregarurumon as this transpired. �I don�t want you to be human� and you DO want this body to become me.� Weregarurumon was right about that, and there was no arguing the truth of it � a realization that allowed the digimon to wrest further dominance over their body. What had been Ryan�s arms, now grew wildly, becoming those werewolf legs properly. Bare, as yet unclothed, richly fluffy Weregarurumon legs � manifesting themselves in size and strength. Ryan couldn�t move them � couldn�t so much as force one of those paws to come down and rub his face now, nor could he keep stroking Weregarurumon�s, as the now-rigid anatomy forced the paws upward. Ryan was running out of options � and out of parts of his body that hadn�t yet been changed. The Digital Perfect Storm: Part 4 Ryan and Weregarurumon were having a conflicted, hornily conjoined time of things. Intense arousal reigned in both of them: their whole body was throbbing, the blood pressure feeling impossibly high. It was like they had two hearts pumping, one much stronger than the other� for all Ryan knew, maybe they already did. He swore he could feel a pulse down in what used to be his midriff, tucked in toward his lower back. Ryan�s mid-transformation neck was now resting precariously between those thick werewolf thighs. Ryan couldn�t work the limbs anymore� but Weregarurumon also didn�t seem to be able to do much with them just yet, other than keeping them upright and somewhat balanced. So Ryan had him at sort of a standstill there. Down near Ryan�s groin, the digimon�s influence was not idle. Vivid pins-and-needles afflicted Ryan from the waist down: he felt a dulling pressure in his human legs � legs which now bent strangely and flexed with an unnatural new strength as� he also lost control over them. Nevertheless, they moved� they �stepped� in place, back and forth, on their own� and, soon enough, he also could feel them again, but not stop them � as if Weregarurumon had claimed them and was sizing them up, and had either accidentally or deliberately granted Ryan an ongoing awareness of precisely what they were sensing. Soon after, Ryan felt a different and confusing sensation: his butt first tightening in, and then beefing out� the glutes reshaping into something more like pecs, for the moment still separated by the cleft of his ass, but with that gap narrowing in waves � his pucker seizing tightly as if it was trying to clam up for good. At the same time, Ryan�s upper back was swelling outward, developing into an eight pack that would make bodybuilders blush, soon to be covered over in fur. He could still flex it as if it was his own� but another wave of pins-and-needles feelings across that area warned him that his control wouldn�t last much longer. The more he flexed it or tried to twist his core in order to struggle, the more numb it all got � until Weregarurumon had seized control of that as well. In general, Ryan felt increasingly paralyzed below his neck, which was to be expected with that sort of change, but also continued to feel sensation returning from a lot of places, at least for now. He could swear it was deliberate� the digimon using the sensations of the change to keep him aroused, to keep him sexually excited and tempted to give up the last drops of his humanity, just from the intensity of it. As strong of a resistor as he was trying to be� he didn�t know how much longer he would last. Now that the initial fearful shocks of the change were over, his long-term habit of fantasizing about this was shining through. He could almost feel Weregarurumon nudging it � like a computer sending electrical signals to poke at it and wake it up, reminding him of how good it was to be Weregarurumon: huge frame, HUGE paws, and of course a fine and shapely knotted purple cock, which Ryan would soon be� The part of Ryan that had decided to struggle continued to hold the idea at bay, and tried to get distracted on literally anything else. Helpfully, at least, there were things to distract him, including overall body growth: his point of view was now jolting upward, inch by inch, as his core enlarged and elongated. Bigger� taller� Weregarurumon spoke in proud relief: �Ahh, finally� my body instead of this puny human� let�s grow it OUT!!� Due to the growth along his torso, Ryan felt his precious Crest of Friendship shirt getting tight. Each of his short breaths seemed to make his �chest� out fill progressively larger, rather than a tidal rise and fall. Breathing itself felt shallow and difficult � enough that it should�ve been making him dizzy by now, but it seemed the upside-down werewolf below him was picking up the slack. As the shirt strained, Ryan�s legs felt all of that werebeast weight piling on above them. Somehow, they weren�t collapsing: the more the digimon�s frame manifested, the thicker the thighs and hips became� laying the groundwork to become buff werewolf shoulders and upper arms, in a change that would obviously be coming soon at this point. Beefy werewolf abs had spilled out from what used to be Ryan�s upper back. His former chest was currently a confused, oversized barrel with ribs on one side and abs on the other� and the ribs were much softer as the digimon�s lower back formed and swelled in its stead� SHRRRIPP!! The Friendship shirt came apart, the scrap with the crest on it landing on Weregarurumon�s head for just a moment before a quick shake and ear-flick cast it off. Excitement coursed through them � Weregarurumon�s excitement, now pumping through Ryan too in their shared biology. Had Weregarurumon felt Ryan�s fear, too? Perhaps he had� but, then again, Weregarurumon was used to showing bravery and dominance in the face of fear. Maybe Ryan�s emotions had only egged him on�? They were bound together� inescapable. Ryan could feel the digimon�s will imposing upon his, pushing him further toward submission. He felt something seeping warmly inside his groin� the early teasings of his body getting ready to ejaculate at some nearish-future point. N� no! He had to hold back!! Meanwhile, Ryan�s chest was warping into more of a lower back � the softened ribs subsuming away, sternum becoming a truly flexible spine � Ryan lacking any control over whether to bend it or not. Weregarurumon had his own spinal column now, he realized� it was snaking its way up from that sexy mug of his and connecting things differently � while Ryan�s spine diminished and got reabsorbed. Ryan tried seeing what muscle groups he could flex from this change, but now only succeeded in flexing some inner parts. Those efforts triggered a spasm that made his neck contract sharply like a dick being flexed toward the belly � and decided he�d better avoid that for now, no matter how temptingly good it felt. It occurred to Ryan that Weregarurumon was at least nine feet tall. Once enlarged to his full height, his paws would be able to scrape the low ceiling� even steady themselves on it if the digimon wanted� There was another sensation from the werewolf abs: a sharp but brief lash of pain, a single loud note in the haze of the experience. It stung along a curve toward the left side� there was a momentary feeling of parting, and then of threads stitching the slashed place back together. He had just felt the formation of one of Weregarurumon�s signature scars� which probably meant the head was developing them too, if it hadn�t already. This was detailed, finalized-feeling stuff� like even if they stopped now, it felt like that wouldn�t revert� Not that there seemed to be much risk of them stopping. Desperate for any hope, Ryan thought that maybe, if he could just keep himself from cumming again, and keep his head as a head, and Weregarurumon down there for long enough� then maybe the digimon would eventually concede to some sort of negotiation. He couldn�t let Weregarurumon finish all of this� not without forming some kind of agreement first. He had to focus his humanity together in a tight, defensible lump, and keep his mind and head intact. Even so � anytime the growing thighs made the slightest wiggle or brushing motion along Ryan�s head� it felt way too good. More changes would creep up into his skull from within. Ryan would feel that werebeast fur on his neck, or on his thickening-hot face, and get this disorienting amount of pleasure� a bliss which he had to do his best to avoid, because if he gave in� if he let it happen� Ryan�s willpower and focus were only sufficient to save a small region of his body at any given moment � and any distractions could subvert even that. It would take all of his effort just to keep his head in this transformative limbo � pointing upward and neither becoming more cock nor reverting to head, while he tried to wait Weregarurumon out. Surely, at the very least, the guy would feel compelled to turn them rightside up before this was done� Down below, however, the digimon was not idle. He was pressing forward, in a way that was about to become apparent to Ryan. For some reason the human legs hadn�t changed all that much so far� in fact, Ryan�s shoes were even still on� but feeling tight. That was the next arena. Now, Ryan felt his feet getting hot inside his shoes� uncomfortable levels of pressure building up down there, while the legs above quivered and flexed in odd spasms � the knees locking harshly and trying to force themselves back like elbows. Another shredded scrap of Ryan�s shorts fell free as the legs trembled. �The legs-to-arms are starting, Ryan,� teased Weregarurumon. �I know you�ll like that a lot. You should let yourself finish so you can focus on enjoying it.� Ryan did his best not to react, but he was pretty sure Weregarurumon could feel his blushing and bashfulness at the thought of his shoes being torn open. Certainly, he could feel the digimon�s smug eagerness to push this toward its conclusion� �A once-in-a-lifetime chance,� teased Weregarurumon. �Feeling my body form itself from yours� don�t spoil it just because you�re busy being stuck up~� Ryan stammered and didn�t get a coherent sentence out � but spat up a mouthful of a thin, uncomfortably salty white fluid instead � expelling it awkwardly and feeling it drool down his face. �Ahhh, yeah!� huffed Weregarurumon, clearly pleasured by what had just happened. For some reason, the fluid seemed like the most delicious thing Ryan�s tongue had ever tasted � like it was exactly what was supposed to be in him and flowing through him � the changes messing with his head, his identity corrupting with notes of COCK. The worst part was that Weregarurumon was right about Ryan�s interest in observing the transformation. Ryan was wasting time� time he could be spending enjoying the change� throbbing for the change, CUMMING for the change� Weregarurumon coughed, sputtering up something himself, seeming to savor it for a moment before spitting it out. �Mmm� tastes like humanity� seems like yours is just about gone. Good riddance, am I right~?� Ryan�s cock-shaped heart sang at the thought. Out with the human! In with the fur! In with hardness and full hot KNOT!! N� no�! He didn�t want to JUST be a cock. Not Weregarurumon�s� thick� knotted� hot, throbbing, musky, needy, aching, purple, canine COCK. TWITCH. Ryan�s neck jerked back as disproportionately large veins crept up his neck and face � then, seemed to sink in under his skin, causing a weird throb inside his tongue of all places. He felt his head and skull� compressing, his thoughts and brain under pressure. So much pressure to just become cock. Teasingly, Weregarurumon told him, �Better hurry� the fate of your shoes is in my hands. I won�t wait long.� Ryan�s lips bulged strangely at that, tucking outward for a second before he got them under control. Down in his groin, he felt a fluid weight shifting� like being deep into a good paw-off session, and awfully close to� Embarrassed and flustered, Ryan begged him � his voice wet, small, and strained: �Please, just take them off, what did a pair of Converse ever do to you!?� Delicious precum burbled up from within him, and he sputtered. �No can do, man,� said the digimon. �You and I both know what happens when you hear �em rip� and my big-old hands tear through�� More precum welled up within Ryan�s neck. They did know. They could both feel it. The tail-wagging quickened. What would happen when the shoes ripped, would be that Ryan�s fetish buttons would suffer a �critical hit�� at a moment when he already felt like this last clump of his essence was barely hanging on within them. He would lose all control and shoot those lingering last traces of his humanity out of his dick � which is to say, out through the digimon�s maw. Just as he had done for that bit of pre, the digital doggo would cough it out � spit it out like useless junk data that didn�t belong there, not inside Weregarurumon, who they were, OBVIOUSLY. While Ryan was given time to think about that, the digimon�s upraised legs bent at the knees � the paws tucking in � moving up and down playfully and brushing along the sides of Ryan�s neck and head. Pleasure sparked through him � the sensation of pawpads, the feeling of cocklike sensitivity. His groin twitched as if about to give in: he� was� co� NO!! At the mental pushback, the paws stopped what they were doing and simply hung there � coy, the soles inches from Ryan�s face � as if to punish him for being a naughty boy. Ryan�s neck orientation creaked and teetered. The tipping point was reached and tested � humanity hanging in the balance, throbs taking the head more and more as the blood pressure into his tongue increased, and his eyes shrank to little beads. A weird, deep-hollowing sensation crept upward from the innermost root of Ryan�s tongue, while his jaws softened and his mouth overall compressed inward. He already knew: that was a urethra� his tongue was growing a urethra inside, soon to replace his throat as the precum�s usual mode of escape. For Ryan, all of his efforts at preserving himself had amounted to a prolonged and increasingly kinky edging. Despite being in this handstand position for so long, Weregarurumon wasn�t even tired, and Ryan was so needy� so achey� he�d� give anything just to have those legs brush him a little more� those paws stroke him, press on him� Which, they now did. The paws tucked in and rubbed his face � pressed on the squishy vestiges of his nose � inviting him to sniff� to feel� that same corn-chippy smell, grinding soft-and-heavily over him� paws paws paws paws on COCK. Bliss and stars hit Ryan�s brain, which shrank � less higher cognition, more sensory meshing, more pleasure, more feel-good� more PAW� entire dimensions of neurology devoted just to enjoying the feel and shape of PAW!! He had to hang on� tried to hang on even now� but it was so good� wouldn�t submitting feel better? It�d feel much better. Much better, throbbing-better, hard-better, hot-better� All he had to do was give it up� all he had to do was stop holding back that last bundle of him that had been piped down to his groin� waiting to leave through Weregarurumon�s maw. Tears drained from what was left of Ryan�s eyes, looking more like sweat than a facial expression. He hung in an unsteady balance� felt that teasing, tempting tightness in his shoes� knowing what was coming� knowing it was unavoidable� knowing those upraised paws were going to touch and tease him and keep him alert for it� Ryan�s noodly head-neck was looking straight upward, but he wished he could see it� his subconscious burned with the wish. �So, for reasons that he didn�t understand, something happened to Ryan�s vision at that moment. It jump-cut to a view from inches above his shoes. He saw the canvas, strained to its limit in all directions � tight furrows visible in the upper fabric from the serial hills of the digimon�s expanding fingers and knucklebones. Somehow, he intuitively knew how to �zoom in� � the viewpoint passing right through the fabric to look at what was happening inside the left shoe. It was a rapidly oscillating image: a flux between his human foot growing to oversized, bigfootish proportions � and Weregarurumon�s werewolf fingers, which were curled� deliberately, so as not to puncture the shoe prematurely with the claws, but through the sheer expansive growth alone. The image Ryan saw this way was shifting back and forth in a regular but accelerating wave � but Weregarurumon�s hand and fingers progressively occupied more of each cycle, with the oversized human foot taking up less. It was like the possibility was being rolled and rerolled again and again, each time the �risk� of a gargantuan human foot was less� until only the werewolf�s hand would remain as the certainty. To avoid cumming from the thought, Ryan zoomed back out � where he was greeted by a view of the ankles fluctuating similarly� oscillating rapidly between human foot and large digimon wrist� the shifts favoring the monstrous image more and more with each instant that passed. Although his visual frame of reference had moved, Ryan could also still feel his head being rubbed by those paws� could feel pleasure pulsing both in the root of his tongue and down where his cock used to be� the pleasure crackling through the shape of the digimon�s head, making Ryan feel so worked up and ready� ready to blow it all� Crack. Crick. Snap. Rip. Small, understated warning noises � the shoes starting to give, the digimon�s control over his own expansion now maddeningly precise as Ryan was forced to watch his footwear gradually passing their breaking points� and, the more he watched, the more he edged� the more the digimon�s assertion became true: Ryan knew now more than ever that when they ripped he�d lose it all � he�d cum the last of his humanity right out. Then, there�d be nothing to break his fall into becoming part of this digimon� part of the thick purple monster cock that the �mon would be swinging between his legs once this was all over� Ryan watched the shoes � watched the breaking. If he really wanted to keep his humanity he shouldn�t, he should put his PoV back in his head where it belonged, but� but�!! The digimon chuckled � and pumped the accelerator on growing those hands. The pressure � the straining, the fibers pop-pop-popping and starting to tear in earnest� Mercilessly, Ryan�s diminishing ears were still working. He could hear it all. He could feel and see it all. He�d imagined it a million times, and Weregarurumon knew that, too. The death of a perfectly good pair of shoes to transformative forces far beyond what they were designed to take. The sweet sights and sounds of destroyed textiles: breaking seams, and tearing fabric� Yes. YES. He�d do anything for this, and he knew it. He throbbed, he twitched� he felt that pooling pleasure way down there, welling up hotter � down at the root of Weregarurumon�s neck. His balls� Weregarurumon�s neck still contained his balls for now� but� Another pulse of hand growth � and a bursting, seam-splitting shreddening of the shoes. Just as predicted, the shoes weren�t the only thing that was popping. Cupped between those devious paw-pads, Ryan was orgasming with unbridled force, moaning and flutter-rolling what was left of his eyes as his shrunken brain scorched itself with pleasure chemicals � diminishing, narrowing� leaving him in a dopey, moaning state. Feeling it� the way the growing digits tore through and spilled out, the way the palm and finger pads got broader over the flat parts of the shoe� comically outsizing what had been meant for a human sole� It wasn�t just that it was a hand� it was that it was HUGE werebeast hand. Weregarurumon�s extremities were lusciously enormous, the kind of hands that could enfold a whole human head and just squeeze it if they wanted. That was ruining his shoes� THAT was bursting out of what had been containing his very ordinary human feet� all purple-clawed and big, terrifying and powerful. Ryan�s PoV snapped back to his head. He saw the ceiling, but felt the werewolf body � all growing and flexing below him, claiming its power� He was in awe. It was wonderful. Ryan�s neck-head pitched back� back� back. He was throbbing� glowing with pleasure� all along the half-changed head-neck he had become� well, getting on toward being more like the inevitable, now. Just as expected, Weregarurumon was spitting up that final batch of Ryan�s ejected semen � awkwardly, and repeatedly, as the human continued climaxing, giving up all he had to give: �Ulhk, klk.. kaff, kack!! Huarhh!!� For the moment at least, he was still coughing it up � spitting it with no glamor or superiority. Even as a head, he was functionally still Ryan�s dick� >Good thing that�s changing soon� The diminished Ryan felt the �intrusive thought� and finally recognized it for what it was� Weregarurumon, the digimon, had been tempting him off and on today� melding with him� Subordinating him. Priming him to become werewolf cock� just as he should be� Ryan�s point of view flowed� between blurry, fading vision, and quick views of their massive body. Whenever Weregarurumon did something, Ryan could sense it in detail � both from within the body, and from that arbitrary digital perspective a short distance away. He was� the digimon��s body part� Knowingly, Weregarurumon hand-walked out of what was left of Ryan�s shoes � casually held himself upright on just one hand, and tore the lingering cuff of Ryan�s shorts away from the opposite arm. Then he put that hand back down and did the same thing with the other. Never falling � perfectly balanced, while those paws slow-stroked at Ryan�s protruding �head� � what could only laughingly be called that at this point, as it was starting to take on more and more of the aspect of some eldritch flesh-branch as the transformation prepared to claim it in full. A final creak of growth solidified the digimon�s arms at their full size� and Ryan�s earlier prediction came true: if flexed upright, the digimon really could stand floor-to-ceiling upside down in here� and even exert pressure on the ceiling with those HUGE werewolf paws of his� CRrr� crackle�!! Dust fell from the ceiling as its underwhelming construction struggled to endure even that much attention from Weregarurumon. Dust that fell as if to accentuate for Ryan just how overwhelming this creature was� and how much better his existence would be if he just gave in. Ryan had no more ideas. No focus left with which to resist� and not enough spite to be angry at Weregarurumon. The guy just wanted out, just wanted a body� and Ryan�s own fantasies had gotten mixed in, hadn�t they? Throb. Ryan�s neck-head-thing twitched. He felt the pressure inside increasing� his tongue demanding to come out, to protrude from his mouth. The urge had been slowly growing, but he�d been ignoring it, trying not to� but� There was no coming back from this. At least he would become cock: a fate much better than death, and possibly much better than normal life� cock was good, and Weregarurumon cock was excellent. With a relieving crrrick, Ryan�s �head� snapped fully backward � losing most of what was left of its old spinal connections, but gaining an increasingly robust awareness of the heat and eagerness that reigned in the rest of his hulking digimon body� this body over which he would soon have quite little direct control indeed� Ryan�s tongue felt swollen and tingly-numb, like someone had poked it with anesthetic � that weird vacuousness within it increasing. �Bluuah!! Aahh!!� Ryan�s tongue jutted forward on its own, getting stiffer, thicker, and tingly. His lips puckered tightly around it, and tears dripped from his eyes as all the flesh in his face grew hot� and still so needy. His tongue was getting longer� firm� rigid� his lips squeezing in around it� He needed to touch his face, he needed to rub it, but his paws were not cooperating�! Those legs, those paws � they were so far away now!! Waggling in the air behind him� teasing him�!! Presently, there was a similar crack from below as Weregarurumon�s neck and head rotated down and around, his fluffy chest fully forming where Ryan�s ass had been. The digimon�s head was settling into its �natural� place upon what was now the handstanding shoulders; the human glutes had faded away, their hole sealed over while a new one formed at the back of Ryan�s neck. �Fancy meeting you here,� laughed Weregarurumon as he looked up his torso toward Ryan. As their shared digital roots expressed themselves, Ryan also experienced a fleeting awareness of �the terminal,� just in time to see Weregarurumon input a command: >reload body_region groin -DigiGuard: reloading anatomical geometry mesh (groin)� -DigiGuard: reloading joint angle functions (groin)� Weregarurumon had been doing this over and over, hadn�t he? Letting the datastream assail him time after time � eroding him bit by bit�!! Ryan�s cheeks bulged and miniaturized eyes bugged out, as his neck and face spasmed again, before settling into a steadier throbbing. �Time to return the favor,� teased Weregarurumon from below. �While I salivate through the last taste of your inferior human cum, you�re going to become nothing more than a dick for me. Oh, and my fat nuts too, I guess. Take your time; it�s not like I�m a nerd who can�t hold a handstand for a few minutes if I need to. I could do this all day.� Weregarurumon was mocking him� bullying him in a way that made it all feel even hotter now. How did he still have this much sexual energy�? That was when Ryan understood� it wasn�t �his,� now. This was the digimon�s libido� newly expressed here in meatspace� pumping into him, fusing with him� using him as its conduit� He heard Weregarurumon thinking: >This human was right about one thing� >Weregarurumon is hot and handsome� >Gotta get my body where I can admire it� >Gotta get my cock where I can enjoy it� >Heh� >Hey Ryan, think you can help me with that? >I know just the way for us to do it. As Weregarurumon thought that, those thick thighs parted very wide, the right knees turning and bending with impressive flexibility to lower those paws� the pads of the beans tucking in to stroke at Ryan�s �chin� again. Weregarurumon paw� THROB! Coaxing over his face. THROB!! Stroking pads along his hardened, over-swollen tongue� THROB!!!! It kept stroking like that, pressing on him, making him aware of the paw�s warmth and weight. Ryan whined pleadingly, muffled by his own erect tongue as a new rush of heat flowed through his neck, making what had been his thyroid bulge outward. Heavy werewolf balls ascended from what had been his neck, the scrotum hot and heavy as fur covered it over. They were around softball sized at first� progressing toward something like cantaloupes. The werebeast paws drifted up to those nuts and kneaded them, driving Ryan crazy as the blood of a proper canine erection pumped through his still-expanding tongue. He � the thick tongue � hung down against the warm fluff of Weregarurumon�s belly� those bulking abs, which wobbled and flexed to tease him� he tried working his lips around his tongue-turned-shaft, and the sensation was so good that he didn�t want to stop. It felt like masturbating his own entire body, while Weregarurumon�s furry rocks hung over him� >Feel the weight of my balls on you� >They�ll tell you how much of a stud I am. >Exactly what part of me you�re going to be� >Don�t be afraid >It�ll feel good forever~ While this teasing and pawing proceeded, the tail and other werebeast leg flexed askew as counterweights � casually keeping Weregarurumon from tipping over and continuing to adjust their angles. Ryan�s hopes of winning by attrition had been quaint at best. This was EASY for the digimon, athletic acrobat that he was. He could stroke Ryan�s thickening, hard tongue with his foot, while doing this handstand� and coax him into� becoming� becoming�!! >My cock. My werewolf cock. >Feel it� soon you won�t be anything else. >Nothing but a rocket for me to stroke. >Warm meat for me to feel. >A hose to spit my cum~ >You�ll do exactly what my paw says. >You�ll change for me, until that�s all that�s left� The last shreds of Ryan�s higher thought tried to ignore the intruding terminal messages� but it was of little use as they washed over him anyway, flooding his being and becoming truth. His erectly extended tongue was broadening further still until his lips strained around it� his new nature as Weregarurumon dick engulfing him� the few remaining bones in his skull had gone quite soft� He� had to� THROBBB!!!! >become cock Had to� become cock� his face tightening, tongue expanding into that purple canine phallus� THROBBBBB!!! >Good boy. >Now MORE. More thick� more warm� more pulsing� so swollen, so horny� Something� pumping up through him!! �Bblg� Glkk!!� Ryan was choking on a salty-tasting fluid, he could not breathe!! �But he did not need to. His tongue was so full of blood� Rushing, throbbing, but it felt euphoric and warm� His teeth melted away, his gums puffed up� tongue getting longer, thicker� the baculum bone forming more fully within it to support it, as he sputtered out pre. His cheeks sucked in and tightened, only to be met with an oppressive, stretching, bloaty feeling from inside� the flesh near the root of the tongue was growing outward in a rounded, sort of lobe-like structure� a curved and knobby protrusion around which the cheeks grew uncomfortably tight. Ryan�s eyes could barely see now, getting hard to even keep open� but, he knew he his priority was to push this thick thing out of his mouth before it got stuck� stuck would be uncomfortable� he just needed to� Acting on instinct, Ryan forced his lips to pull wide in all directions, while the meaty thing in his cheeks was pushed forward. His lips rolled back strangely on themselves, and his tongue jutted forward in size and erect pride. Except, of course, that it was not really a tongue anymore. It was that richly purple canine member � just as Ryan had imagined it for years � now forcing itself out through what remained of his face. He realized, after a moment of blinking off the tears and staring, that he could feel every sensation inside it � the whole symphony of stimulation that a dick could provide. He was the cock, and the cock was him. Weregarurumon�s knot swelled at his base� his lips and cheeks were forming the sheath� the nerves of his brain rerouting� his eyes� THROB!! Ryan felt drool flowing out of his protrudingly erected shaft� salty, musky� he couldn�t taste it as much anymore, but he felt hard and pleasured, his world focusing in on those sensations. A bone of support was extending up through the middle of him� so much blood flow, so much expansion, so many nerves and so much thickness in the knot� and he realized how wonderful it was that he was knotting for the first time, serving Weregarurumon by swelling full and hard� Brain� dissipating. Didn�t need to think so much now. All those rich nerve endings were centering on what had been his tongue, intricately mapping their way through this long, thick rocket, for the werewolf to enjoy. Being Weregarurumon�s cock felt good. He felt excellent� but he needed more touch. He felt so sensitive like this� every passing second enhanced the heavy pulse in his length, his progressively less-mobile lips snuggling up so tight against his hardening tongue that he could not separate them any longer. He throbbed harder, and his eyes were darkened by folds of flesh and growing fur. The tear ducts sealed, and instead of his eyes, his new urethra began leaking properly for itself. All the while, two heavy and expanding lumps of flesh were forming within the neck where his thyroid had been. � the skin growing wrinkly and bag-like while white fur sprouted all over� glands from a gland, a sack from a neck. Dick� balls� hanging down. So full, so potent� THROB. >Good cock. >Connect with my fat balls till you can�t do anything but spit my cum for me. They were swelling� and they were indeed �fat.� Already, Ryan could not see. Soon, he also would not smell or hear as such. His world became a series of turgid pulses and the vague flavors of the fluids flowing through him� the salt and heat of Weregarurumon�s expectation, the digimon�s strong urge to make use of him� Immediately, Ryan felt a special kind of rising tension. Weregarurumon was feeling it too � groaning from down there as his body worked itself up � paws touching that cock that loved paws, hands walking their way around a bit to one side so Weregarurumon could get a better look at himself in a mirror. THROB. Squeezing that cock. THROB!! Squishing the paw-beans against it� THROB, THROB!! Flexing and relaxing certain inner muscles� letting the freshly made digimon cum get pumped up and up, against gravity � rising with their pleasure. >Good cock� >Fulfill your purpose now!! The cock must throb. The cock must feel pleasure. The cock must pass the semen of Weregarurumon. The cock had no other purpose. The kneading, the paws, the everything�!! Weregarurumon spasmed, and Weregarurumon passionately growled. Spunk piped through his cock, warm and gooey, filling the void of his new urethra. He his abs flinched as he spurted, his knot so full and huge, just as it should be! His creamy mess spattered down without apology or restraint, and Weregarurumon simply huffed to himself at his victory, looking up at his hanging cock and balls, and wagging slowly. >Good cock. Euphoria crackled through him. He was indeed a good cock, so full and knotty and large� Shortly afterward, Weregarurumon�s muscle-ripped arms bent down low at the elbows. He flexed those arms hard, straightened them up, and whipped his hips and paws back and downward. The result was a coordinated handspring, his big paw-soles coming down hard on the carpet behind him� right into some of the mess he had made. The cock felt this as a sudden gyration � a relative reversal of gravity. Suddenly, the balls were hanging below him rather than looming on top. He felt cozy� hard� He wanted to be touched even more, as cocks so often did. As a canine cock, he expected to squeezed and stimulated much more, to cum multiple times. The continued stimulation was not immediate, however � and so the cock pined, waiting, throbbing, for what immediately seemed like ages � when-oh-when would it continue?? * * * Weregarurumon sighed in relief, because damn that was good. Getting his paw a bit� soaked, was no biggie. He could lick it off, or just rub it on that paw-slut cock of his. Finally, he was rightside-up� and his dick was right where it belonged, still stiff and swollen as it wobbled beyond the end of his tucked-back sheath. His knot craved attention� and, after maybe seven seconds of catching his breath, he gave it some, massaging around the root of it with a thumb and first digit. The sensation was enough to make him grrrrowl in approval. Throb. It seemed the cock approved of his touch as well. That one ejaculation was powerful� but it wasn�t enough to make Weregarurumon crave rest. However, there were still a couple of things he needed to do� the molten-hot part of the transformation energy was past, and it�d be cooling down from here. It was time to get cozy in his new, meaty body� and finish accessorizing. He needed to finalize his bioemergence by finally putting on his gear for realsies. None of that spawn-into-immediate-despawn garbage from yesterday. Technically there was already a copy of his pants in Ryan�s room, but� eh, a spare pair couldn�t hurt. As the mess on the carpet and his paw reminded him, meatspace bodies weren�t exactly crisp-and-clean things. Messes here were something you soaked or scrubbed, not simply �deleted.� So he threw back his head and hoooooooooowled, focusing what was left of the digital power. His skull-patched denim pants sparked into existence, cupping his dick and settling into reality with an uncomfortably tight bulge. �Yeah, how�s it feel to be trapped in pants, eh?� While his restrained dick throbbed, he focused again: a leather pauldron formed atop his left shoulder, with a belt-like leather strap wrapping it diagonally down around his waistline. He smiled a bit as he saw it� it was like a bandolier that didn�t need to be covered with guns or knives, because his paws and muscle were more than sufficiently deadly weapons for him to wield. A glance and low grunt let him further manifest the edgy-looking denim sleeve and glove for his left arm. Another moment of focus allowed both of his brass knuckles to form and stay. He didn�t always wear the one for his right hand, but he wanted to be sure he had both. There. That was all so easy now without the pesky human mind around to be difficult. The cock-mind between his legs throbbed again, reminding him that knots were very important and needed stimulating. �I�ll get to you, you needy thing. Goodness.� He flexed his arms backward, clenched his fists, and roared. Energy swirled around him, and he rapid-fire manifested his several remaining tidbits: the cloth wrappings for his feet, the leather handwraps, his kneepads (right one spiked, left one not), and his metal dog-tag with matching chain � that last one quickly to become next to impossible to see amid the fluff of his white mane. �Yeah that should do it,� he said anticlimactically as he finished up. He quickly added to the terminal: >hey Digiguard >give the new guy the tutorial on how to work the camera >I want him to see me. -Already done! -How are you feeling in your new body? Your arousal is up 14% since your host observed you putting on your accessories. >Heh� I think I�ll take some time to make it a lot higher than that. Weregarurumon closed the terminal and strode into the bedroom to get a look in a mirror. His form. The breadth of his body. The firmness of his muscles, and the strength they represented. To say nothing of his sleek fur � the perfect blend of animal and humanoid traits� The fluff-plumage alongside his face, shoulders and lower back, adding a regal note to his otherwise post-apocalyptic appearance� The tightness of his clothing� the bulge in his pants� He was just so� attractive. He continued to feel horny� thirsty for himself. Very much the way his host might have felt about him. Ironic that he couldn�t seem to escape that feeling� though, he didn�t exactly want to. Maybe that was what corruption felt like� sometimes, it felt good. Just to himself, he thought, >Weregarurumon is so hot >everyone should want to be fucked by him� >by me. He supposed that, in meatspace, a little corruption was what made things interesting. A little drop, to give someone who wouldn�t otherwise fit, a way to stay around. Feeling such overwhelming positivity toward his own form was, at worst, a load-bearing flaw� one that could support him when his morale would otherwise falter. He stroked his sides � really explored his own abdominals for the first time� and down along his inner thigh. His still-knotted dick twitched, and the euphoria grew. This was nice. In a way it didn't matter anymore what happened to the human� the hottest-burning heart of what had made him, him� that was still here. It just happened to be localized to his cock� and made a very good one. A cock he could stroke, enjoy, and adore all he liked. Sucking his sweet, sexy Weregarurumon cock, easily reaching himself with his massive paws upraised, spine curled forward, and his long shaft tucked deep into his maw � yeah, he�d definitely be autofellating himself a few dozen times in the next few days� His dick squirted pre at the imagining, and a sharp note of euphoria struck him. He let his pants down a bit � his length flop out. Such a big boy he was~ He flexed his pecs by tucking his shoulders � rubbed his shaft in his hands � felt the cool of the brass knuckles slide along it � and looked down over himself. He was now MUCH more masculine than the humans Ryan had known� while still having a body layout that didn�t have to violate the ambient physical laws to survive. He was a handsome, viable� lusciously biological organism. A wet and sloppy reversal of polarities from the harsh, abrupt, binary-encoded world of the 'net. His knot throbbed, plaintively. Weregarurumon looked down at it and smirked. �Let�s do something fun.� * * * Weregarumon�s cock observed himself using the anchored camera. Watched as Weregarurumon took off his pants and crawled into the conveniently placed bed. Lying on his back� curling that lingeringly messy paw in to rub on the shaft� and then lick clean, and then rub� and then lick clean. Paw and tongue� together. Could anyone ask for happier stimulation? There were, of course, some small lingering� somethings. The cock felt as if maybe there had been something before � something important� but� But the tongue and the paw were so large and prominent, their sensations so warm and pleasurable� it was just so hard to think about much else. When the tongue worked in along the root of the knot and lapped there� that was what really drove him wild, made him feel like he would cum again soon� What started as a struggle to remember his name, soon felt more like a funny game � a thing he did to pass the time, pretending as if he were ever more than this. A basic wellbeing loop reminded him that he was horny flesh and that being horny flesh was inherently good. The particulars did not matter, but the digi-monster�s growing self-enjoyment and fondness for being incarnated was certainly increasing the euphoria in his components, too. Weregarurumon continued to search the room for whatever might bring pleasure. He found a penetrable sex-toy sized for a human and tried to make it work, unlocking it and fucking it half-open after spitting in it for lube� but the result was more mess than bliss. He was just too big for it, and ended up fucking it right off its hinges with his powerful thrusts and bone-rigid shaft. For the cock, the toy felt nice while it lasted, but those sensations passed � far too fleeting. So Weregarurumon tried folding over on himself � sucking himself off, and this too was quite pleasing to his cock. When he got the knot all the way in and closed his maw, tonguing at the root, his cock rewarded him with strong pleasure and delicious werewolf ejaculation. However, he still was not done. He could go four or five times at minimum in a session if he wanted� So he sat up� folded his legs under himself in an aggressively tight lotus position� and spat his cum down onto his paws, working it between the four toes of each foot and using them to tease the surface of his shaft while he continued licking it from above, with his spine deeply arched and his nose eagerly sniffing his own scents. The toes worked back and forth� the messy, cum-soaked pads teasing the erection. The pads gliding, compressing, and relaxing as Weregarurumon worked them over it, time and again. The cock grew noticeably more aroused at this. His cock craved the touch of the large toes with their messy pads� and Weregarurumon indulged that urge, increasing its pleasure toward the point of no return. It was true� a cock had great influence over the nervous system. Good thing this one was falling deeply in love with being a cock, and probably wouldn�t try the sort of thing Weregarurumon himself had done. Even now, the digimon was kind of envious� feeling those heavy throbs, not hearing a single verbal thought from the cock�s mind, but knowing it was still there and �online� in his local mental network. It was having the time of its life, and Weregarurumon was on the hook to provide all the pleasure needed to satisfy it� which, at his level of stamina, was going to be quite a lot. He came again, adding seed to the mess � continuing to work his paws on his cock until it was a squishy lather, vividly audible every time he made a motion. �Heh� well big guy? Where do you wanna go next, I wonder?� It throbbed. Weregarurumon kept pawing. He had a slight suspicion it was going to take a while to exhaust the novelty of pleasuring his host with his feet like this. In the meantime� whenever he took breaks, he could start looking through lists of the host�s old friends. After all, he couldn�t have been the only one around looking to get banged by an ultimate-level handsome-mon. He curled his head in again, nuzzled the cockhead, and gave it an affectionate lick. These intense urges were going to take some getting used to� but he didn�t think he�d mind the journey. Certainly, his cock wouldn�t mind. ~ F I N ~