Hallohalls

Viola wasn’t really used to having a social life. If you had told her not even a year ago that she would be spending Hallohalls in Locksmouth with not only her pack but also a collection of new friends and mutual acquaintances and also just some people that she flat-out didn’t even know? She would likely have called you a liar, assuming she could even work up the courage to say anything. There were a grand total of twenty one other people and, aside from her pack, she knew four of them prior to today. And honestly even those people she only barely knew.

But, well, Natalie had invited them and Viola couldn’t exactly turn her down. Or, well, she could, but she’d feel like a bit of a jerk. It wasn’t even like it was out of the way – at this point, thanks to Erin’s schooling, they lived in the same city and everything. Might as well occasionally spend some time socializing even if Viola still was garbage at it. Really, Viola could probably have handled herself had they not collectively decided to split up into smaller groups and then stuck her with two people she didn’t know. If anyone from her pack aside from her had been there, or fuck it even Nat or Carrie or Jacent or Sam, she’d at least have someone to hide behind. But no, she had one person she only barely knew because Erin was friends with him and a girl she’d literally never met before in her life.

It wasn’t like they were bad people or anything. They seemed nice enough, at least. Erin told her that she and Erwin were “kindred spirits”, whatever the fuck that meant. And, likewise, Natalie said that Quincey and herself had a good amount in common. She was, naturally, dubious on both fronts, but didn’t want to come across as rude and so she didn’t say so. Or say anything, really. She just sort of lurked, hoping desperately that neither would try and initiate conversation with her while they waited for their turn to go into the Haunted Mansion.

“So, uh. Viola, right?” Fuck. “You’re Erin’s pack’s alpha?”

“Right,” Viola responded tersely. “Um. Well. Co-alpha. It’s a long story.” She fidgeted nervously. God, why did she have to be so awkward. How fucking hard could it be to just talk like a god damn normal person when confronted by people that she didn’t already know. 

“I think it’s almost our turn,” Quincey interjected, saving Viola from having to do any further real socialization. Sure, technically she’d probably have to talk with them in order to actually solve the Haunted Mansion, but that was different. It wasn’t socialization, it was just playing a game. She could deal with that, so long as they didn’t try and make small talk.

“Speaking of which, it’s kind of been a while,” Erwin said, his voice betraying just a bit of nervousness. “You would think the others would have gotten out by now.” He shuffled awkwardly, making his bulge jiggle slightly in a way that Viola tried very hard not to look at. And failed miserably. He was wearing a skirt that absolutely didn’t cover his tight pink panty-covered bulge, thigh-high white socks, cute pink mary janes, and a similarly pink blouse, and all of it topped off with frills and fluff and ribbons and heart-motifs, including a weird sort of wand-looking thing that was topped off with a heart-shaped thing.

It really probably wasn’t surprising that everyone’s outfit was kinda sexy. Lord knows Viola’s was kinda sexy, though she maintained that was Vienna’s fault. The idea had been to both wear the same costume, and Viola had decided that they would be pre-splice magicians. And then she’d made the brilliant decision of leaving the sourcing of the costumes to Vienna and Miranda without giving any kind of historically accurate visual reference. The end result was... well, quite a ways away from Viola’s normal “baggy hoodie and sweatpants” comfort zone. Tight gloves that reached to her shoulders; similarly tight leggings that went from thigh to ankle, leaving her barefoot aside from threadlink soles to protect her feet from getting dirty; a tight-fitting top with upside down v-shaped cups that made her boobs look way bigger than they already were (and they weren’t exactly small, either); a v-shaped thong that dug deep into every crack and crevasse; a top hat and a bowtie, all a uniform dark purple. Not exactly an outfit she’d have chosen for herself, but it was far too late to turn back now. She could take solace in the fact that Vienna’s version of the outfit probably emphasized her bulge more than she was probably comfortable with, which probably served her right. Probably.

“Maybe the exit’s in the back?” Quincey suggested. The pig was wearing a neon nightmare of an outfit, with pink and black striped fingerless gloves that, like Viola’s, also reached her shoulders, topped with yellow bracelets, a neon green bra underneath a tight black halter top that showed off her soft tum. Her bright blue skirt seemed specifically designed to show off her yellow panties, and below that were purple tiger striped thigh-high leggings over which she wore neon yellow high-heeled boots. Her skin was a deep brown tan, except for pale pink circles around her eyes and some similarly coloured spots near her freckles in the shape of flowers. Viola wasn’t sure what was her natural skintone and what wasn’t. Her hair, similarly, was probably dyed bright pink with yellow tips? The only thing belying that this was a costume and not just a really weird fashion sense, aside from it being Hallohalls, were the big, round glasses she had on that clashed with the aesthetic “So that people leaving can’t spoil what’s inside to the people just entering.”

“That’d make sense, I guess?” Erwin said, though he was pretty clearly not convinced.

“Well, you’ll just have to find out when you yourselves brave the horrors within,” the doorman, a marmoset wearing a sort of ‘ghost bellhop’ aesthetic outfit said. He was, in Viola’s opinion, maybe a bit too into the role. “It’s your turn to go in. Have fun, kids! And try not to get consumed by the terrors that wait for you!”

“Right.” Viola quickly elected to take the lead, mostly because she really didn’t want to end up behind Quincey and forced to stare at her shapely rear because god dammit they should at least sort of get to know each other before spending uncomfortable amounts of time staring at each other in sexy outfits and maybe having sex. But then that was Viola’s overactive libido talking – which was why she didn’t want to end up behind Quincey. Erwin would be better, in that aside from the magnum dong he was built like a beanpole. But, well, his outfit was doing a decent job of emphasizing what little curves he had, and better safe than sorry. You know?

Of course, it quickly became apparent that the only winning move would have been not to play. The entranceway was narrow, extremely so, and got narrower the further in they got. The three found themselves very quickly pressed very closely together, with Erwin directly behind her and his dick grinding against her ass god dammit how long was this fucking hallway anyway? Whose idea even was it to have a big narrow hallway before they actually even got to the damn game? What did this accomplish aside from wedging Erwin’s dick in between her thighs good god.

Thankfully, the hallway lasted just long enough that they got out of it before things got indecent. Or, well, more indecent than accidentally giving this almost complete stranger a thighfuck. It took a little bit of doing because frankly the entrance hallway was way too small and Viola and Quincey were both very wide, but they eventually managed to pop themselves out into the Haunted Mansion proper. This year’s theme seemed to be “spooky hotel,” evidenced by the marmoset at the entrance. A very fancy hotel, by the looks of things, which just made Viola more resentful of the weird and out-of-place narrow entranceway why was that even there. The lobby was big, wide and open, with tiled floors and marble-looking pillars and wood panel walls. To the right was a nook that was probably for checking in, to the left was a doorway to some sort of restaurant or bar, and directly ahead there was a big wooden staircase that, presumably, led to the rooms. Everything was lit by a soft orange glow of old electric lights. Like something out of a horror movie – which, you know, was probably the goal.

“Right!” Quincey said, clapping her hands together eagerly. “Let’s get started. Bottom floor first?”

“That makes sense. Should we split up? We could cover ground more quickly that way.”

“Let’s not,” Viola said. “Yeah, we could cover more ground at once but we’d have less people per room so it wouldn’t make that much difference.”

“Plus we’d be easier to pick off that way,” Quincey added. “Maybe if we were a bigger group we could split up into teams? But with just three of us it’s probably easier to stick together.”

“That makes sense,” Erwin said with a nod. “Let’s stick to the lobby, for now, then. Shout if you find something?”

“Right.” With that, the three of them went off to explore the lobby. Although, really, there wasn’t much to explore. Aside from the way to the bar and the checkin counter, there were a good amount of chairs and the stairway to the hotel proper. Still, there might be clues anywhere, and so Viola elected to individually check out each chair. Just in case. Erwin seemed to have a similar idea, resulting in an unspoken agreement to divide the lobby into two, with each one checking the chairs in one half. Quincey, meanwhile, elected to examine the checkin counter, circling around and kneeling behind the desk. They contented themselves to search in silence, looking for clues as to what the mystery was and how to solve it.

That silence was quickly broken by a sharp, piercing scream. Viola jumped, hitting her head on the bottom of a chair before quickly pulling herself back and up. She didn’t have time to be distracted by hitting her head because someone had just screamed and it didn’t sound particularly scripted, either. She quickly turned in the direction of the noise, just in time to see something very large dragging Quincey off, up the stairs and into the shadows. She could just barely make out the silhouette of something large and vaguely canine before it vanished from view.

“Did you see that?!” Erwin said, audibly panicking. Viola didn’t particularly blame him because she was also currently in the process of panicking.

“Yes! What was that?”

“I don’t know, but it was huge!”

“Is that, like, supposed to happen?”

“I don’t know! I guess maybe, but something feels wrong. Like, this is a haunted hotel, why would there be a werewolf?”

“Maybe it’s a ghost werewolf, I don’t know?”

“What if it’s a real werewolf?”

“Don’t even joke about that!”

“There’s already aliens and psychics and robots, at this point I totally wouldn’t be surprised if werewolves existed also.”

“Oh god, and it’s got Quincey!”

“And did you see how huge her boobs were?!”

“Oh my god yes,” Viola said, collapsing back into the chair she’d been checking. “I’m trying to focus on being terrified and not horny but they had to be bigger than me and it’s really hard.”

“So am I! Um. The trying to be terrified thing, not-”

“No, it’s fine, I can see it.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Um. Like I said, it’s fine. I think I’m beginning to understand what Erin meant when she said we were kindred spirits.”

The two made eye contact just long enough for it to become uncomfortable. “... We can deal with it after we save Quincey.”

“Right, right,” Viola said. “Immediate danger first, horny later.” Still, she couldn’t help but blush furiously.

“I’ll show you my secret notebook after we’re done,” Erwin said, before turning his attention up the dimly lit stairs. “Assuming we get out of here.”

Viola joined him in looking up the stairs. The top was enveloped in deep, black shadow that they couldn’t see beyond. She swallowed heavily. “It’ll probably be fine. Probably.”

Viola got the feeling that it was going to be a very, very long night.
Arrival 03

Siege felt uncomfortably on edge. That, in and of itself, was not particularly unusual, given the situation. Generally, crossing realities left him barely alive. And being barely alive, in turn, obviously left him with his fight or flight switch stuck firmly in the “on” position. And he’d not yet recovered enough for that to not be the case, even with the healing potion. But, somehow, the mere presence of this newcomer made those instincts worse by a factor of a billion. She didn’t look particularly dangerous. If anything, she looked practically harmless – short and soft. By all rights, he should have mostly just felt kinda turned on by the overwhelming miasma of sex that she brought with her, but that sensation of danger easily overwhelmed that other instinctive reaction.

“What are you?”

“I’ll be asking the questions for now, young man.”

“Fair enough.” Siege frowned slightly. “You don’t look older than me.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” Azure smiled slightly, though it was very clearly not a friendly smile. “So. What exactly brings you to our neck of the woods, then?”

“Mnrf.”

“Answer, please.” The tone of her voice made it extremely clear that it was not actually a polite request, and only barely a request at all.

Unfortunately, that was about all the answer Siege could give. His interdimensional jumping wasn’t something he really had any control over. It just sort of... happened, at random (except when it wasn’t at random) and without any outside input (except when there was). “Serendipity, I guess?”

“So in other words it’s completely out of your control.”

“Essentially.”

“Coulda just said that.”

“Mnf. Fair. No point in being coy at this point.”

“Good boy.”

“Generally I get dumped where I’m needed to sort things out. The heroes failed or didn’t show at all, that kind of thing.”

“Hm. Well, I can guarantee you that isn’t the case here,” Azure said with what felt like a slightly more genuine smile. “This isn’t really a world in dire need of heroes. Generally the worst we have to deal with here is the occasional politician who is more charismatic than he is competent at his job. Unless you go out of your way to piss off the wrong people.”

“And, ah, I’d assume you’re one of those ‘wrong people,’ then?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the good news is that I don’t have any intention of pissing you off.”

“Good.”

“I should probably clarify that I’m not harmless, though. I’m pretty good in a fight and I’m very hard to kill.”

“I can imagine,” Azure replied, her tone of voice making it very clear that she didn’t find him intimidating in the slightest. “You absolutely reek of unsavoury magic. It feels like you’re more curse than person at this point.”

“Sounds about right. The point is that if I had the element of surprise and wasn’t just barely not on the verge of death I could probably power through whatever thing it is you clearly have goin’ on if I wanted to. Which I don’t.”

“Well, I do appreciate you giving up the element of surprise, even if it’s more a symbolic gesture than anything. You’re definitely not lying when you say you don’t mean any trouble.”

“Mnf.” Siege couldn’t help but feel a bit condescended to, but on the other hand it was pretty obviously not an idle boast. He’d experienced a fraction of what Tina was capable of firsthand, after all, and it was clear that Tina was decidedly not on top of the local food chain. Azure, though, was – or at least very near to it. “I suppose that this is a vacation world. Those happen sometimes, though I wish I got a bit more warning.”

“Which, ah, brings me to my next question.” Azure leaned in close, the plunging neckline of her loose-fitting sweatshirt dangling low and showing off quite a lot of copious blue cleavage. “What exactly do you plan to do next?”

“Usually once I recover from arriving, I find some work and then find a place to stay until I... move on.” Siege tried very, very hard not to look down Azure’s shirt. Typically, when he arrived in a new location he wasn’t just on the verge of death – he was usually extremely pent up, too, and somewhat desperate for contact. It didn’t exactly help that Tina’s true form and Lisa and Azure were all very, very attractive women, and the latter in particular reeked of cum. But, well, they were prostitutes. He didn’t exactly feel right about even considering sex with them until he at least had the ability to pay them back. For now, he was more comfortable with waiting until he could deal with it on his own.

“Well, in that case, I’ve got a proposition for you,” Azure said, with a slight smirk.

“Mnf. Shoot.”

“I’ve got a personal interest in... interesting individuals. And you, my friend, are extremely interesting. So, rather than letting you waste your time and abilities on a mundane construction job or something, you can stay here. Free of charge. Don’t worry, we have plenty of room.”

Siege frowned. “I don’t want to be a freeloader.”

“You won’t be. I want to keep an eye on that curse of yours while you’re staying here, and in the meantime I’ll be putting you to work as a bouncer. Dan might be large, but he’s not exactly a fighter. And besides, he’s got other concerns. We could use a little bit of muscle.”

“You very clearly don’t need a bouncer.”

“You’d be surprised at how many people aren’t intimidated by a four and a half foot tall mouse but are intimidated by a big, shady looking motherfucker. All you’ve got to do is show up when I need you to intimidate an unruly customer or two and maybe throw your weight around, and in exchange you get room and board plus a token salary.”

“I don’t know,” Siege said. “It feels like I’d be getting the better end of that deal.”

“If it helps sweeten the pot, as an employee you’d be allowed to, ah, sample the merchandise. Free of charge, though the girl you’re sampling has to consent, of course.”

“That just makes it more unbalanced in my favour.”

Azure sighed. “Well, I don’t particularly want to force the issue. Buuuut, I’m also somewhat determined. When I want something, I tend to get it. So, I’ve got another proposition for you.”

“Well, okay. But I’m not comfortable with freeloading.”

“You wouldn’t be freeloading, don’t worry.”

“Okay, but what would I be doing?”

Azure responded by lifting up her right hand and idly snapping her fingers. As before, the resultant noise was unusually sharp and piercing.

“Paying back a debt.”

Both of their clothes had vanished from their bodies completely. They were not, thankfully, disintegrated or anything – Siege just barely registered a neatly folded pile in the corner that hadn’t been there before. Only barely, though. Most of his attention was, obviously, on Azure’s naked body. Her outfit had done an admirable job of concealing her quite impressive figure. Her breasts, as he had initially estimated, were at least proportionally on par with Lisa’s, though she had more of an even hourglass. They easily outsized her head, just round enough to not quite be saggy while still having an obvious weight to them. They were capped by perky, dark blue nipples with silver barbell piercings.

Also pierced was her somewhat prodigious penis. Siege wasn’t really surprised by that one considering everyone else he’d met so far had a penis. He’d definitely seen larger, but that didn’t make Azure’s not impressive. It was equine but also had a fairly sizable knot at the base, and the frenum ladder definitely added a further layer to that. The rest of her was extremely soft and round, with just enough padding on the tum that she wasn’t fat. And oh boy did everything move in delightfully enticing ways when she climbed up on the bed and circled around to stand in between his legs, directly in front of his own penis. “Not bad, not bad,” she said, clearly appraising him like he was a cut of meat. “Most of the time I sleep with dumpy rich dudes, so getting someone decently athletic is a nice change of pace. And the scars give off a nice bad boy vibe.”

“Uh... Thanks?”

“Maybe a little overboard in that regard, but at least the important part is mostly untouched. Though, ah, speaking of which, it seems that in addition to you being extremely cursed overall, it seems like your dick specifically is also cursed.”

“Yeah. It’s, uh, a long story.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time for that after we have our fun.”

“Right um listen about that-”

“No more talking, babe,” Azure interrupted before unceremoniously plunging down, taking his shaft inside of her in one fell swoop. “Oh yessssss, you’re a big boy, aren’t you? Don’t get the opportunity to get penetrated often, you’d be surprised how many dumpy rich men are into getting pegged.” She rocked her hips, grinding them against his. God, she was fucking tight. “Don’t just sit there like a corpse, boy. Normally I’d be charging you at minimum a few thousand dollars for this privilege, but lucky you, all you’ve gotta do is work for me indefinitely. The least you could do is man up and fuck me. Unless you want me to do all the work?”

Siege didn’t exactly need to be told twice. It wasn’t like he could stop this at this point – that ship had well and truly sailed now that he was inside of her. So instead he reached out, grabbed Azure’s hips, thrust his own hips as best as he could, and let the cursed cockring do its work.

“Oh!” Azure exclaimed in only mild surprise. “Well now, that’s certainly some curse you’ve got there. Almost more of a blessing, really, if you ask me.” Specifically, his curse was twofold; his personal curse caused him to passively attract Interesting people and events, and the cursed cockring caused his junk to auto-adjust to his partner’s preference. And, somewhat unsurprisingly, Azure’s preference seemed to trend towards Large.

And not just when it came to her partner, it seemed. Her breathing came heavy, her tongue lolled out (and out and out and out), and her body grew. He could feel her pressing more heavily on his pelvis, hear the creaking and groaning of her bones lengthening and the rubbery bubbling noises of flesh coming into existence. Hear the bed creaking and groaning as she very quickly passed him in terms of height, making its objections to the increasing weight clear in time with every thrust either of them made. And she wasn’t just getting larger, Siege noticed. At some point she’d grown a pair of horns and a set of leathery wings. Her idle grin of pleasure made it clear that her teeth were significantly sharper and more fang-like than your typical rodent. And- was that smoke coming out of her mouth?

Siege blinked as his mind connected those last few dots. “Oh. Dragon. That answers a few questions.”

“Mn,” Azure grunted before flopping forward, leaving Siege’s upper body completely consumed by copious cleavage. “Less talkin’, more fillin’ me the fuck up, little man.”

Well, far be it from him to not give the lady what she wants. He was already on the verge of climax, anyway, if he was honest, and the sensation of Azure’s tits pressing against his body and her giant dick weighing him down were more than enough to push him over that edge. And so he came, and copiously enough that he could now also feel the mouse’s belly getting rounder and fuller.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he lasted. Lord knows that he could go for a while when he was pent up, but he also got the impression that Azure was very much in control of the pace of the session. “Quite impressive for round one,” she said, an audible grin on her face. “But I wanna ensure you’re in debt to me indefinitely, so let’s go for at least four more and then call it from there~”

Well, that wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t like Siege couldn’t go for four more rounds. Hell, he could technically go indefinitely, if he wanted.  He elected not to say as much because he got the impression that Azure was the type to extremely take him up on that, and he would like to be able to do something other than have sex with her before having to move on. Still, as Azure’s body stirred back to life, pressing him more firmly into her ample curves, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

This was gonna be one hell of a vacation.
Virus Alert

Being a Digimon was weird. You would not think that to be the case. She had been a Digimon her whole life, after all. It was her baseline. Her normal. Logically, it would be stuff that wasn’t her baseline that she’d find odd. And she hadn’t considered it odd until she’d first encountered humans. And humans were so different from what she knew! No two of them were alike, but they were still all humans. And sure, there were different types of humans – some had different skin colours or were different genders, whatever that meant. But none were quite as different as, say, a Greymon next to an Angewomon. And even among those subtypes of human, very few were exactly identical. And Renamon got the impression that those so-called “twins” were the exception to the rule and even then one pair of twins would be identical to each other but not identical to another pair of twins and sometimes there was overlap between types like someone could have a gender and also an ethnicity and also be a twin and maybe even have some kind of physical defect and honestly the whole thing was very complicated.

But a Renamon was a Renamon was a Renamon. She was her own individual, to be sure, but also she was a Renamon. If she met another Renamon, they would be identical. Because, at the end of the day, they were both just data. Variations on the same program with the only differences resulting from individual life experiences. And honestly, she’d never really even considered those differences until the whole human thing, but now that she had she wanted more.

Apparently, Renamon were very popular among humans. They were generally regarded as one of the “best” potential Digimon partners. Which meant that Renamon tended to get their pick of potential tamers, which suited her just fine because unlike most other Renamon, she wasn’t really interested in partnering with the strongest human. She could certainly see the logic – after all, she was a Renamon and so she could see the value in power – and in seeking more power. But, while the prospect of getting stronger certainly appealed to her, she knew from anecdotal evidence that a strong tamer wasn’t necessarily going to be physically strong anyway. Hell, if anything, having a shitty tamer might very well be better for that – like wearing weighted bands while doing strength training. If her tamer dragged her down, she’d just have to get stronger to compensate. But all of that was a moot point because she wasn’t getting a tamer to get stronger in the first place. No, that was just a potential benefit. Her real goal was intellectual curiosity about humanity and their whole “individuality” thing. She was, to put it bluntly, so very tired of being identical to every other Renamon. And, now that she’d been introduced to the concept of not being identical to every other member of her species, was it any wonder that she wanted that?

And so instead of trying to pick the strongest tamer, she instead went out of her way to choose someone small and weedy and weak-willed. He was a virgin, too, which helped – although she wasn’t really sure what a virgin even was, she did know that virgin humans, especially a subtype called “furries”, tended to have an exceptionally inordinate interest in Renamon for some reason. Yosuke was twenty one but still lived on his parents’ dime, not having a job or any job prospects. He was almost a full head shorter than her, had no muscle density to speak of, ate mostly garbage (not literally, of course, though certainly close enough,) and was generally a massive pushover. And, most importantly, so long as she gave him positive attention on a regular basis, he worshipped the ground she walked on and would do whatever she told him to. Renamon was the boss, and Yosuke was just along for the ride. In other words, he was the perfect pawn in her grand master plan.

Renamon was going to be Different. And she had a plan for how to get there.

It was, if she was honest with herself, a stupid plan. There were not only numerous ways that it could go wrong, it was absolutely guaranteed that it would go wrong. At least one of the worst-case scenarios was gonna happen – all she could do was hope that it would be one of the worst-case scenarios where she at least got what she wanted.

Her plan relied pretty heavily on Yosuke being a massive pushover. A tamer with more of a spine would probably have objected to just about every layer of this. But Yosuke just sort of took it. Sometimes he’d object to spending his parents’ money so irresponsibly, but whenever that happened all she had to do was sit on his lap and rub her butt against his crotch until he stopped making weird noises and did what she told him. And so he upgraded his computer to a top of the line machine because she told him to, he upgraded his internet to high-speed Gbps-level fiber-optic shit because she told him to, and he bought some high-capacity transfer cables because she fucking told him to.

“God, my parents are gonna kill me...” he muttered, wringing his hands nervously as he stood behind Renamon while she fiddled with some last-minute setup. “They’re already not too pleased about our, uh, relationship.”

“Why shouldn’t they be? It’s not like tamers are particularly rare these days. Human and Digimon pairs are practically everywhere you look. If anything, they should be proud that you’re partnered with the best.”

“Well, uh, it’s more the nature of the relationship they object to.”

“It seems to be a fairly standard human-Digimon relationship to me.”

“Well, uh... Oh, boy, I’m really not up to the task of explaining the birds and the bees to you from the ground up.”

“Then don’t,” she replied with a dismissive shrug. “I’d prefer you be quiet anyway, this is fiddly.”

“I’ve already spent more of my family’s money than I’m really comfortable with, this is really gonna escalate our internet bill and-”

“What did I just say?” Renamon snapped. “If you behave yourself, I’ll sit in your lap again. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes’m.”

“Then be a good boy and let me work.”

“... Yes’m.” Yosuke drooped, clearly defeated.

“Good boy. I’m almost done.”

It only took a few more keystrokes, really, before she was ready to go. She was, after all, a Renamon – not just the strongest but also the smartest and just generally the best. Which, granted, was a bit tiresome and was likely a big part of why she was so okay with the prospect of things not going exactly according to plan. But she continued to type mostly needlessly for another minute or so, just to test Yosuke’s obedience. “If you’re really good I’ll even let you take off your pants when I sit in your lap. You like that, right?” That was another thing that fascinated her about humans. Their clothes came off. She hadn’t been aware that was even a thing that could happen until she’d met Yosuke – certainly, her clothing didn’t come off. And she’d met her fair share of more clothed digimon and their clothing didn’t come off either. Yosuke always seemed to be eager for her to sit in his lap when he was naked, for whatever reason. She couldn’t see the appeal, really, but it was yet another way to control him. An extra little reward for when he was very well behaved.

That was probably enough teasing for now, though, she decided. “It’s ready. All that’s left is to plug things in and push go.”

“Okay.”

Renamon stood up, grabbing the last few wires and dongles she needed to set up. “You’ve been good enough,” she said dismissively. “Take off your pants and sit down, if you want.”

“Yes’m,” Yosuke said, doing exactly that. Renamon had been fascinated with his naked body ever since first seeing it, though she wouldn’t actually say so to his face. She wasn’t quite sure why, but something about it felt... weird. But, well, clearly she was already weird by Renamon standards anyway. She had even done research on what other human males looked like naked and apparently Yosuke was fairly lacking in terms of size and girth, which apparently mattered? Whatever. Renamon still wasn’t entirely sure what the point of it all was, but if he liked her sitting on that weird fleshy protrusion than far be it from her not to take advantage of it.

She let him undress while she plugged a wireless dongle into the computer. The other end was unceremoniously swallowed – much more convenient than sticking a wired connection into her mouth. The only thing left to do was to sit down on Yosuke’s lap, making sure to wiggle a bit to really wedge him in there, and then press the button that would start downloading everything. Everything – the entire internet, or at least everything Yosuke had access to. She could feel the excess data flowing into her body before being processed and stored.

A grin spread across her face as she began to grow. The chair creaked and groaned as she got heavier, and she could feel Yosuke’s body sliding against her back as she got taller. And she could see her muscles becoming more defined and then just flat-out bigger. “Mnnnnn, yeah that’s nice.” After taking a moment to revel in her slow but inevitable biggening, she decided to fiddle with the computer for a bit. Check out what, exactly, she was downloading into herself – mostly out of intellectual curiosity than anything else. She wanted to see what was going into her new and different self. Most of it was to be expected – the program was designed to start out with the sites Yosuke frequented, downloading everything there was to download and transferring it into her before moving on to other sites. And Renamon was intimately familiar with Yosuke’s browsing habits. Lots of youtube links, imageboards, the occasional pirated software link – and something called “fluffy kittens.exe” that got her attention. “Oh, hello. Fluffy kittens?” Though she was loath to admit it as it somewhat undermined her typical aesthetic, Renamon had a soft spot for cute cat videos. Without even thinking, she downloaded and activated the .exe file.

“Wait, hold on, don’t-” Yosuke’s warning came too late. The computer screen was already absolutely filled with popup ads depicting naked human women. “Aw, man, do you have any idea how long it took me to get that off my computer the last time I got infected with it? Ugh, I’ll hafta dig out that USB stick with a portable antivirus, whertever it is... after I get out from under you, of course.”

Renamon mostly tuned him out. She currently had other things on her mind – she had, after all, just opened a virus on a computer that was currently downloading all of its contents into her. She could feel it, seeping into her code and spreading through her, tainting everything it touched. Honestly, she probably should have panicked. But even before the virus got around to infecting her thought processes, she couldn’t help but grin wider.

This was, after all, exactly what she’d wanted.

“Uh, Renamon?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yessssssss,” Renamon hissed as the flow of data redoubled – this time, thanks to the virus, it was sent to much more important parts of her. After all, she was okay with being a bit buff, but at this point she’d started to look almost mannish which was, like, totally unacceptable. Thanks to the virus, though, her tits quickly went from nonexistent to the size of her head and then bigger, with a massive fucking ass to match and a contrastingly waspish waist. And, of course, she kept right on gettin’ taller, too. Fuck creaking and groaning, the chair just outright broke beneath her colossal bulk. She found herself plummeting to the ground, very thoroughly wedging Yosuke into her ass – and wedging Yosuke’s cock into her cunt that she was pretty sure she didn’t have until literally this very moment.

“A-ah, fuck!” he cried in surprise, prompting a grin from Renamon as she sprouted another few inches taller, turned around to face her tamer, and began to hump.

“Like, that’s the idea, babe~”
Inspection 02

Delilah was caught extremely thoroughly off guard. This wasn’t what she’d expected from the inspection even slightly. Frankly, she couldn’t imagine this being what anyone in their right mind would have expected from a government inspection. She’d been in the restaurant business for a very long time, and this was almost entirely unprecedented. Even factoring in the fact that apparently this was less about health and safety and more about quality control, Inspector Bunsen’s actions were irresponsible and probably bordered on illegal. “I- You- What?”

Eve unceremoniously tossed the bottle of Champagne LactAid over her shoulder like so much garbage. Technically speaking, it was garbage at this point. After all, all its contents had been thoroughly emptied down Delilah’s fucking throat. All of it. A full god damn bottle. Not even, like, a used one. This was a brand new bottle with a fucking hundred tablets of LactAid in it. The normal dosage was one of those and she’d taken literally a hundred times that. All of her fears about the potential dangers of having so much of the stuff in one place had just been realized in one fell fucking swoop, and from someone whose job was ostensibly to prevent that. And she extremely clearly didn’t give a shit. “Just relax and let it happen or else you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Are you insane?!”

Eve rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. “I think I know how to do my job better than you do, ma’am.” Delilah sputtered indignantly, rendered incapable of any kind of response by the sheer violent audacity of Eve’s response. “You’re never going to make it anywhere in this industry with that kind of attitude. There’s a lot of very big fish in this town, and if you don’t learn how to let loose you’re going to get chewed up and spat out.”

“What does that even mean?!”

“It means that you elected to open an erotic business in a city known for its night life and specifically for its magically enhanced erotic nightlife. And then, rather than invest in insurance for when things inevitably didn’t go according to plan, you instead just locked all your pharmaceuticals up and hoped. If anyone’s being irresponsible, it’s certainly not me. You should be very glad that this is happening in a controlled environment and not while you’re actually open for business.”

Delilah winced slightly. Eve wasn’t entirely correct about them being uninsured. But their policy was... very basic. It was really all she could afford after all of the absolutely mandatory expenses. Things like the building itself, all the furniture, the plates and utensils and drinking vessels and the ovens and stoves and dishwasher and sinks and countertops and three walk-in fridges, to say nothing of the food itself. And, of course, there was the LactAid and Gro+ supplies. She got a discount due to her deal with the parent company, yes, but that wasn’t the same as it being free. She’d honestly hoped that the layers of security would be enough.

“You’ve got to realize that you’re not in competition with places like Hooters or Buns here. You’re explicitly erotic, that means you’re up against people like Azure Dreamer. If I were in your position, I would be encouraging things to go wrong because that’s the best way to stand out against An Actual Dragon.”

“What was that about a controlled environment?”

“Think of this as an object lesson. I’ve taken the liberty of, ah, ensuring there won’t be any real property damage. Both of you feel free to let loose as much as possible, your building will be fine.”

“Right...” Delilah’s outrage had started to peter out, which meant she’d started to notice the effects of the catastrophic overdose of LactAid she’d been force-fed. There was a loud, angry gurgling noise, the kind of thing that you’d expect from a major case of indigestion. But it wasn’t coming from her stomach. Slowly, she turned her attention downwards, and was greeted by a veritable wall of boob. She had always been extraordinarily well-endowed and exceedingly milky considering that she wasn’t even technically a mammal. But they had undeniably gotten significantly larger while her focus had been elsewhere. And she could see them pulsing even bigger before her eyes, entire cup sizes at a time. They were perfectly round, almost looking fake. But they weren’t fake, they were just full – and getting fuller by the second. She could feel them, taut and tight, like she’d decided to skip out on milking herself for a few days. Weeks. Months. And that was in spite of the fact that she was leaking. Though, really, that was an understatement. Normally she produced a few gallons in one milking session, but right now each spurt of champagne made that look like nothing. Her clothing was absolutely, completely soaked through and practically rendered transparent as a result.

“I-” She muttered, slowly placing her hands on her chest. There was something else, too. Beyond the tightness of extremely excessive lactation and the tingliness resulting from all the bubbles in the champagne. Something unfamiliar, but that undeniably felt extremely good. “M- M-”

Eve leaned forward, pressing her own prodigious tits against Delilah’s in the process. “Go on,” she whispered into the bird’s ears. “Moo for me.”

“M-moooooo~” It was like something inside of her clicked, and her breasts exploded with size. Probably bigger than the entire rest of her body put together, and definitely would have been enough to reach the floor were it not for the second, equally massive pair she’d sprouted below the first. “A-ah!”

“There we go!” Eve said with a slightly insane grin plastered on her face. “See, was that so hard?” The sudden growth spurt had left the rabbit resting comfortably on top of Delilah’s breasts (and oh man did her weight feel really fucking good, but that was besides the point.)

But beyond that, that sensation that she’d felt in the buildup to her boobs biggening hadn’t actually gone away. “I- Ah!” She attempted to relay that information, but found herself interrupted by a pair of sharp pokes to the butt as the catgirl waitress she had honestly forgotten about injected both cheeks with a dose of Gro+

“Um. Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “But Miss Bunsen did say that both of us should feel free to let loose and I, uh, thought that your figure could use some balancing out.” Given the situation, Delilah couldn’t actually see it, but the waitress was very clearly blushing furiously, to the point where it was practically audible. “I, um. Might also have downed three entire boxes myself.”

“Oh?” Eve said curiously, completely ignoring the panicked noises Delilah was making.

“Um... People make fun of my height a lot.”

“Perfectly understandable. Welcome to the world of the macro, young lady. Ah, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“M-Marie, ma’am.”

“Nice to meet you. Now, grow for me.”

“Mnnn~” Gro+ was, hypothetically, something applied topically via injection. You stick a needle in your boob or butt or dick or whatever and it gets bigger. Typically you couldn’t use it to outright macro, but it was hypothetically possible if you drank the contents of a dose rather than injecting it? Which was probably what Marie did, considering that she immediately obeyed Eve’s command with gusto. “Yessssssssss~” she hissed, just barely audible over the rubbery stretching of her flesh, the creaking and cracking of expanding bones, the ripping and straining of her uniform, and the deep rumble that signified that this was only the beginning.

“Biggerrrrrrr~” And bigger she fucking got. Delilah still couldn’t see her, but she could feel the waitress’s formerly petite body pressing into her own. Massive tits resting against her back, hips grinding against her growing rear, and something very big and very hard nestled between her cheeks. That wasn’t particularly surprising – Delilah hadn’t exactly made a point of screening for that kind of thing during the hiring process, but herms weren’t exactly rare and they usually tended to be very well endowed. “Oh, boss, your ass feels so goooood, wanna fuck it~”

Oh dear. That was another thing she probably should have seen coming – usually, when someone who normally wasn’t a macro started to become a macro, they tended to go a bit mad with power. Or a lot mad with power, depending on the difference between starting and finishing height, the source of the growth, and also just their individual personality. Marie, it seemed, was very much on the ‘a lot mad with power’ end of the scale. Which was bad. Even if Eve had promised they could go as wild as they wanted, Delilah didn’t really relish the sheer level of inevitable property damage.

“H-hey, boss,” Marie moaned directly into Delilah’s ear. “Y-you should get bigger. S-so we can fuck an’ grow an’ fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck~” each utterance of the word “fuck” was accompanied by an enthusiastic thrust, eagerly hot-dogging and getting dangerously close to actually slipping inside. Extremely dangerous, considering that ultimately Delilah wasn’t a very large person, boobs aside. And, while her ass had grown significantly and she was currently stranded on top of tits bigger than she was, the rest of her was still not a very large person.

Or at least she was for now. The effects of the kind of colossal LactAid overdose she’d been subjected to were somewhat unpredictable, but she’d heard stories. And, going by how she felt when Marie suggested that she grow, they were probably not inaccurate ones. “That’s a good idea!” Eve responded, still probably a bit too eager. “I like how you think. If the waitress thing ends up not working out, you’d make an excellent inspector!”

“Moo.”

“Yes, yes, don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’ve got several contingencies going in case something unforeseen happens.”

“Moo!”

“Yes, yes, that should wear off eventually, don’t worry. Anyway, do you want some more pills? Because I’m going to fuck your face and if you do you’ll need to take them before that happens.”

“Moo.”

“Okay, let me just grab another bottle. Do you know how stacking these works?”

“Moo.”

“Okay, duly noted. What goes well with champagne?”

“Moo!”

“Orange? Really? You’ve got pills that make you lactate orange juice?”

“Moo!”

“I’m not judging, it just seems like it’d be a bit unpleasant.”

“Moo.”

“Okay, okay, yes, fair, so would carbonation. I assume you planned for it?”

“Moo.”

“Here. Do you want me to handle it?”

“Moo.”

“Here you go, then!” Eve handed over the bottle, leaving Delilah to deal with it while she got her clothing off. Really, at this point it wasn’t a big deal. She already had tits bigger than she was and could only speak Moo, what the fuck was another whole bottle of LactAid? Quite a lot, if she was honest. Just because she was well past the point of no return at this point didn’t mean that her base reluctance to jump even further down the proverbial rabbit hole was magically gone. She’d not gone milk-crazy just yet, and honestly she didn’t really relish the idea of going down that path.

But, well, on the other hand, she got the impression that she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Even if she didn’t eat another entire bottle of LactAid, she could feel more changes brewing. Her head hurt, which she could only imagine was a sign of impending bovine horns. And her whole body felt tight, the same way her breasts had before they’d gotten immobilizingly huge. She wasn’t exactly experienced with this particular kind of situation, but she knew enough to recognize the signs. And even if she was wrong about that, well... that just made it all the more imperative that she induce some bigness because she could feel Marie’s cock hotdogging her and at this point she was pretty sure it was bigger than she was and still growing. And Eve was clearly no slouch in that regard, either – now that her skirt was off, she was clearly long, almost disproportionately so, though she also had decent girth.  And she appeared to be getting bigger as well, which wasn’t even slightly surprising.

“Moo,” she muttered to herself before popping open the bottle and downing it entirely.

“There, was that so hard?” Eve said with a big grin. “Now, what do you say we go fucking nuts?”

“Moo.”