One With Renamon

Artwork - Teranen

Memories came flowing back as James blew the dust off his collection of old toys his parents had mailed him. Hours and days of time spent as a child playing pretend with these plastic molds of honestly cheap junk. It didn’t matter to him, it was time well spent. As he dug through the poorly organized pile in the cardboard box he came across the crown jewel from his treasure trove, a Digivice toy from the franchise known as Digimon.

He almost hopped with joy, shocked that he hadn’t lost the device years back when he was still a kid. Here it was though, staring him in the face and looking as cool as ever. You could say James was a super-fan of Digimon. The series told stories of kids and teens going on adventures with fantastical, sentient cartoon monsters, finding themselves in combat across various locals both in the real world and the chaotic digital world. The intrigue of the setting and monster designs never left him in adulthood, still buying the video games, watching the shows, indulging in the… porn.

Burying his head in his hand he gave an embarrassed chuckle. In many ways Digimon had grown up with its fans, creating works that still targeted their older audience. But one thing the fans certainly did for themselves to keep the spark alive was create lots and lots of porn. It could explain James’ own continued fascination with the series, always coming back for more when it came to a particular Digimon named Renamon.

Renamon had a seductive design to say the least, possessing the appearance of a humanoid, golden fox with some desirable assets in regards to their shapely ass and legs. They had the alluring tones of a woman’s voice, calm, cool, and collected and never losing their composure in the heat of battle. Her animal features were no slouch either, bringing something exotic to the femme fatale vibe. James couldn’t quite explain it himself, but the mix of human and animal only enhanced the awesome factor as a child, and that interest became a thirst as an adult.

Gently brushing the surface of the Digivice, James thought back to how much trouble this little toy  brought his parents. They told him he’d often pretend to have an imaginary friend and was very insistent about it. His Digimon partner was Renamon, obviously his favorite, and he’d babble on and on about her and cause a ruckus in the house pretending to fight alongside her. It was quite difficult getting him to cut out the act, so to speak. For all he knew his parents probably hid the replica Digivice from him to put an end to the nonsense.

“Haha! I was such a handful.” he said, recalling a memory of knocking a valuable lamp over during one play session. “Though, I can’t say I remember too many of the specifics. Kids are weird and I suppose I was no different.”

As James began lowering the Digivice back into the box, the screen on the front lit up and blinded him with a harsh beam of light. At that exact moment he swore he heard a distorted, female voice call out to him.

After the light dimmed towards a more natural illumination, James flipped the device around and was shocked to find the battery panel open and empty.

He stood up, perplexed, until the distorted voice returned, making him do a double take around his empty room.

“Who’s calling my—?”

“Ja-James. James you’ve returned.” the voice said, the distortion gradually fading.

James’ eyes widened as he realized the woman speaking was coming through the Digivice. Not only that, but it was a voice he recognized from his childhood.

“It’s Renamon.”

He couldn’t believe it. What appeared to be an honest to god Digimon was talking to him and his childhood favorite at that. Unsure how to respond, he did his best to keep cool and strike up as casual a conversation he could given the circumstances.

“Um, Hello... Renamon. Nice to meet you?”

Not very convincing, but he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“You left me alone for so long…” Renamon responded in a somber tone.

“Huh? What do you mean? I don’t even know you. At least, I don’t think I do.”

“Nonsense. When you were a child we were inseparable.”

There was obvious hurt in Renamon’s words that she was trying to mask. As James thought back, he realized that this Renamon must be the imaginary friend his parents spoke of.

“Oh… that. Well uh, I am sorry if I hurt you Renamon. To be honest, I don’t really remember those days as a kid. A lot has changed since then and those are such distant memories for me. It’s all a haze.”

“Hmph, do you know what it was like for me? I always wished I could be with you someday outside of the digital world. I wanted to, so badly. Yet you abandoned me.”

“Come on now! I was just a kid. “ James snapped back. “How I could make sense of whether you were real or not?”

After a few moments of silence Renamon responded.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past and you can make up for it now. Do what I say and we can be reunited, forever.”

James distractedly adjusted his glasses and rustled his short, brown hair while looking away from the Digivice. He felt guilty, but there was also a rising wave of nostalgia permeating through him, as if the friendship he had shared with Renamon was slowly coming back. He felt determined to make it up to her.

“Okay. What do I need to do?”

“Place your palm over the screen of the Digivice.”

James did as he was told.

“Just like that. Now, let me handle the rest. I’ll be with you soon.”

Sitting patiently, James felt a strange heat rushing into his hand as the screen lit up with the same intensity as before. The heat then traveled up his arm and out across his entire body. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact it was pleasant, enough that he nervously tried to force down an erection forming in his shorts.

“Uuuh, Renamon? Is it supposed to feel—Hyaah! AAAAAAHN!”

With a burst of energy the warmth in his body spiraled out of control, a feeling of uncontrollable joy not his own pouring into him. Nipples went erect, so did his crotch, every erogenous zone tickled to the point of ecstasy. The teasing felt evasive, as if something intimate was entering him and forcing him to let go. Throughout the process, hologram cubes began to materialize all around his body like digital growths, segmenting portions of his flesh inside them before settling back into place like normal. All the while he could hear Renamon’s voice moaning along with his own, as if they both were experiencing the exact same pleasure.

James dropped the Digivice from sheer shock, but the blissful barrage wouldn’t cease. It continued to climb and climb, and at its height, right as he thought he might brick in his boxers, it came to halt, all abnormalities ceasing in an instant. He immediately fell against a wall, gasping for air as if he had ran a marathon.

Baffled at what had just transpired, but too weak to think, he took a minute to gather himself. He then called out to Renamon, but received no reply. Picking up the Digivice from the ground he noticed that the screen was no longer illuminated. Had he imagined it all?

Don’t worry. It was real and I’m still here. Renamon called out, but not from the device, but as a voice within James’ mind.

R-Renamon? Where are—huh? You’re… in my head?”

Yes. This was the only way I could free myself from the device. By digitally binding myself to your physical form.

James didn’t know what to think, pacing towards his bed and taking a seat.

“That’s cool, I guess. Does this mean I’ll be hearing you all the time in my thoughts?”

Not at all James. It won’t be a problem once I allow my processors to overwrite your genetic code. Think of it as updating your current systems. This way we can become a singular being and never be separated again.

“Okay at least that’ll, wait huh? What do you mean by overwrite?”

James’ heart suddenly gave a series of massive thumps, flinging him backwards onto his bed. His body broke into a sweat, eyes rattling about in his skull as if he was hopped up on some caffeine kick.

“Re… Rena… maaawn!” He forced out, every breath feeling strained.

Do not worry James. I’ll make sure it is a pleasurable experience for you. I’d never harm you.

The second her assurances echoed through his cranium the tightness in his body released, but was instead replaced by a similar rising pleasure to the one he had felt earlier. Yet again his nipples and dick went erect while he squirmed and clung to his bed sheets, desperate to keep the feelings at bay.

Alright, you should be downloading my systems now. I’m unsure how our body will acclimate, but once things have settled a bit—

“This is, m-my body!” James groaned, slamming a fist against his bed as he rubbed his thighs together, the heat in his loins unbearable.

We share a single body and mind now, and I find this fighting back uncomfortable. It’s not right to halt your body’s natural functions. Besides, I can tell by your thoughts that when your penis is stimulated like this that it is enjoyable for you.

“This isn’t natural! None of this is! Hyah! Hoooh! Wh-What are you doing to me!?”

Renamon’s composure broke for a moment, worried over the surprising response from James. She assumed he’d be excited to come together like this.

James, calm down! I will do my best to create a body we both can be proud of. I want you to enjoy yourself… I want to enjoy myself too. Our reunion should be a happy one.

“I don’t understaaaah! Aaaah! Oooooh fuuuck!”

James screamed, waves of bliss traveling throughout him as his bones fiercely vibrated and his flesh turned to malleable putty. Pulsations riddled the surface of his body as every inch of him began to shift unnaturally, muscle tightening and roiling, bones snapping out of place and back again.

Oh… wow. I’m starting to, uhn. Feel the sensations of our body. Is it supposed to feel this—ooh.

The flailing man’s body was being molded and he was helpless to stop it. Still he tried, feeling around for the Digivice. Once he got a grip on it he brought it to his face and desperately searched for an off button, pressing anything he could find on the no longer functioning toy. Realizing the futility, he tried to reclaim his mind, hoping that would bring an end to it.

Renamon stop this! You can’t—hyaaah J-James! I’m sorry but this, ah… I don’t want this to st-staaa—

“—aaaAAAAH! Renamon! Nooo!” James cried out, watching the Digivice fall from his grip as both the pointer and middle finger, and pinkie and ring on each of his hands began fusing together.

He watched in horror as the fingers’ combining masses formed larger, more robust digits, the fingernails of each sliding together and thickening into large claws protruding out. His thumbs weren’t spared either, each one gaining extra girth. They too soon brandished claws, and as his hands expanded greatly to accommodate the new size of his fingers, black, fleshy padding began swelling from the surface of his palms. His new black claws trembled, then unsheathed even longer, reaching nearly four inches while white fur began to grow at the base of them and spread down each finger. The sudden growth spurt sent spikes of excitement down to the tips of his toes, which began to curl and tremble with a similar sensation at the tips. Before he knew it, his toes were fusing as well.

Both of his thick, padded hands clutched at the bed sheets, their claws puncturing into the mattress as he reeled from the changes assaulting his toes. The tighter he recoiled, the larger the hands swelled, quickly becoming large, furry fox paws inappropriately attached to an undersized human’s arms. His feet were swelling as well, though seemed to be holding onto their humanity longer than his hands had. They were still grotesque abominations, on each foot the two small toes fusing together as well as the two middle toes—the very tips still separate and wriggling feebly about. The webbed pairs then turned bulbous, with their tops rising into peaks. As for the big toes, they were growing as well, but very slowly, so slow that the middle toes soon outgrew them. Before he knew it, they were all articulating more like an animal while plush padding expanded beneath them. His body was doing its best to adjust to the new feeling, each toe tapping at as if playing piano keys, the muscles seeming to focus on the larger middle digits more favorably.

J-James, uhn, do you understand now? Hyah, noooo! My feet! I’m becoming a monstaaah—Hah! Please d-don’t think that James. I know you’ll come to, gh, a-appreciate these… I-I don’t want these… useful paaaaws!

James howled in ecstasy while the height of his body shifted, pushing along the bed by the force of his elongating feet. The sound of snapping bone and twisting cartilage echoed through the room as what was once human took on a canine shape, both heels being isolated further away from the tips of the toes, with the stretching expanse between them stiffening. The only major flexibility left was the joints and small space below his toes, clenching and releasing with new-found strength as they snapped longer to accommodate his larger feet. His fused toes then finally began to connect at the tips as white fur consumed them along with the rest of his feet. His heels, ankles and all the joints with them lifted harshly up closer to his calves and took alignment with them, his jean legs denting from the ill-fit risen heels invading their space.

“H-H-Holy shit! AAAAHHNN!!”

It was painful. It was pleasurable. It was too much, Jame’s cock unloading several ropes of cum in unison with the large, black claws bursting their way out of his fox feet. Through water filled eyes he gleamed at the fur spreading rapidly around his body. It had already spread to all of his limbs. The white fur at the tips of his hands transitioned to a golden yellow that sleeved his arms, and the fur of his feet ran up like white high socks just below the knees, before shifting to the same yellow. Everywhere it spread he could feel his body pulsating, more changes stirring beneath the surface.

Are human bodies supposed to f-feel this, goooh! Oh… noo… Renamon don’t—uh! Don’t fight it James. Please… I want to—ah! Lend us my strength…

“N-Noooooh! I-I! I-hooh! Don’t want it! GAAAHH! OOOOH!” James moaned, an absolute mess. He couldn’t stop cumming, his jeans being stained by the sticky fluids that had now thoroughly soaked his boxers.

The stirring within his body suddenly gave way and James arched back, every muscle within him contracting and expanding. It was a repeating explosion of strength. His thin arms, while they did not bulk, thickened considerably to better match the girth of his hands. His front and backside expanded, starting to form tears in his short sleeve shirt stretching to its limits. His height was increasing rapidly, inch after excruciating inch, and his tightly clung shirt was a visual measurement for himself while he observed. He could see it hiking higher on his body, his midriff becoming more exposed as it traveled up. He felt it in his legs as well, muscle building while their frames lengthened considerably, his lower legs looking like thick sausages slowly forcing their way out of air-tight packaging.

James threw his paws down towards his thighs and tried desperately to claw at the pants cutting off his circulation. He found it difficult, but thankfully his burgeoning figure was there to help, massive amounts of meat bloating harmoniously together within his legs, hips, and ass. An enormous amount of power was coursing through him and its desperate flexes communicated its thirst for freedom. His ass cheeks gave a few harsh kicks, devouring his boxers from the back as they tore open, his freed cock smashing into a new, rougher texture. His unending arousal went from one prison to the next, but as his growing body eclipsed well over six feet something finally began to give. Seams were loudly tearing, zippers were breaking, and all of it was music to James’ and Renamon’s ears. It meant relief, it meant freedom, it meant…

…their unification could not be stopped.

That’s it James, listen to what our body wants. I can sense what you li-hiiike! I-In a woman… The forms you admire, uh—Nooo! I’m not a woman! Gah! W-Well, technically I’m not either… Uhn! But this feels right? No…? Guhn I don’t knoooh! Hooh James! I’m so happy you find my appearance appealing!

“GAAAAAAHHOOOOOH GAAAAAAWD!!”

James let out a roar of pleasure, loud as his lungs could muster, as his legs and bottom—which had been clenched during his back and forth with Renamon—swelled beautifully to completion with an elongated exhale. His jeans were utterly destroyed, tears running down their entire length, his ass ripping them in half at the crack the moment his hips snapped wider. His thighs became tree trunks compared to what they were before, plump flesh finding whatever widening hole they could spill out of. Renamon’s fur all the while blanketed the emerging bombshell beauty, yellow tuffs bursting out with everything else. As the last of his pants shredded around his sturdy yellow thighs, the trademark purple spiral tattoos of Renamon reflected in James’ fearful eyes. His lower body had become an amalgamation of Digimon and womanly paragon.

As his fresh lower body continued to twitch in the aftermath, spurts of cum fired gleefully onto the thick yellow bush of his legs. His dick still found itself trapped however, only in a far more welcoming place—between Renamon’s swollen thighs which offered no space between them, but plenty of encouragement. It had been a dream to someday have his cock wedged in such a place, but not like this…

Suddenly there was a troubling jiggle in his gut and pulsing within his chest.

“Wait! S-Stop!”

A violent tug sent him squirming once more, Renamon’s words again trying to snuff out his worries.

I know you enjoy these feminine traits… hyuh, aaah! I-I must sahaaay! I’m… intrigued by them too. Puh-Pleeeease! R-Renamoooh James! I know it isn’t what you first had in m-mind, AAHN! But trust me… I have a feeliiingh! We both will e-enjoy thissssaah! Renamon! P-Please don’t—ooh! It feels! Hoh, I feel soooOOOOH!

James began to moan more earnestly, relishing every second of the prickling pleasure as Renamon’s fur coated the rest of him. He felt power building in his core, its surface flattening and pulled taught into a picturesque landscape while thin white fur covered it and his chest. What once had been an unassuming gut was now smooth and strong, developing abs masked under a blanket of heavenly white. With a pleased squeal he felt the flesh pull even tighter, a stark crevice above his naval carving itself out. It was becoming harder not to believe in Renamon’s words, that this vigor and beauty was something to be admired, not feared.

As his acceptance grew, his nipples flared up, widening saucers swelling alongside both his and Renamon’s pride. As that pride grew, so did his furry chest. It heaved upwards again and again, fat rolling into his pecs through tantalizing quivers. It didn’t take long for a pair of burgeoning breasts to strain at the already limited space left within his shirt. Each pillowy mass was fighting for dominance against the other—one would grow larger, than the other would match it and grow larger itself. Once the breasts found a rhythm with each other, their undersides slipped out from the shirt in perfect unison, dragging the fabric harshly against their nipples. These boobs were lively, jiggling with every rip, freedom but a few more tears away.

Yes, I can tell! Hyaaah! This is what we need, what y-you, ooooh! What I! W-What I waaaahhnn! Holy shit this body!

It was becoming harder for Renamon and James to tell where one’s thoughts began and the others ended. Every change felt like encouragement, their creaking sides caving inwards to create the striking curves only they could possess. Their massive tits bursting out of their shirt were theirs alone, flopping hard onto their body and wiping away any reservations they may have had towards them. Their body rejoiced over every pinch and pull to the face, over the stem slipping out above their ass like a tail. They were blessed, the marriage of human and Digimon crafting a body and soul more beautiful than either of them could have possessed alone.

Fuck, I love this body! Big bottom—hooh! Big breasts! Human lust... oooh I love it! I—aah! R-Renamon, you’re in my head! I can't—ahn! Is this right…? I’m c-coooh this feels amazing! We will be... T-Together forever! Jamesmon let it haah-happen! Augh, no please… Ooooh Rena! It feels soooo good! WE’RE BECOMING ONE!

James’ voice cracked before being split in two by Renamon’s howling moans cutting into the air. Their merging minds had made their choice. The name that belonged to this wonderful body, which would carry on its shared legacy, was Renamon.

“Oh fuuuck! Oooh yes! Sweet release!” Renamon cried out, her dug-in claws shredding ribbons from her bed while showering herself in cum. The white fluids were running clearer, dick deflating while her emptying balls were sucked inside her.

She was a proud woman Digimon, and a cavernous mouth opened inside of her abdomen as a rejection of her male organs. The balls inside jostled towards her hips, taking on a more fitting task as ovaries for the new monster girl. Ii excited her as she had neither a womb or a vagina as a Digimon, nor as a human. No longer digital, the prospect of bringing organic life into the world someday was a pleasing thought. As for all those years beating it off to women and wondering what pleasure for them must be like, she was at last going to experience it herself.

Encouraged by her wild fantasizing, several intoxicating tugs came to the tips of her nose and tail, each one working her dick like a pump. Every surge from her forming fox muzzle brought a torrent of fluids rushing into her cock. Every new inch of tail that slithered out of her made her pop her cork. As her lengthening tongue fell out of her mouth she began to pant like a wild bitch in heat, one of her paws now rubbing at her shriveling dick and the barren space between her thighs. She could feel it hollowing her out, her womanhood carving a molten-hot path straight towards her dick.

The burrowing heat brought the most unbearable pleasure yet, Renamon mewling and yelping with her sultry fox woman voice as her human teeth lengthened and sharpened into full rows of canines. She snarled in victory, feeling her glasses fall as her elongating muzzle pulled her human features out into an misshaped grin. The beautiful emergence of her foxy features quickly followed—nose swelling into a black wet nub, eyes pulling wide, ears becoming long, pointed and tubular. Large furry spines simultaneously shot out from her backside while a thick scarf of white fur puffed up around her neck. Snapping bone echoed through the room as her skull was squashed at the top into a smoother slope that led more naturally into her muzzle.

Renamon’s eyes opened lustfully as she felt her face settle in, eyelashes fluttering above sparkling blue pupils in a pond of black sclera. She could feel her tail thrashing more excitedly with every foot it gained. It was like her spine was being forcefully yanked out, massive tuffs of fur bursting from any of the newly exposed skin that followed it. The large, fluffy mass rose like a massive plush from between her legs. Clearly both the beings that had birthed her must have appreciated a good tail, as she could tell this was even fluffier than the one she had as a digital entity. Reality had accentuated her beauty in every way.

Finally, the flesh between Renamon’s legs started to sag, with each buck one of her large fingers sinking against a thin filament ready to break at any moment. Her snatch felt like a mouth flexing beneath the surface, heaving in anticipation. Her dick was nothing but a small, limp noodle at this point, ready to be consumed like all the rest of her old ugly self. After a final few growths in her tail it broke, the skin slitting open and allowing the fresh air to kiss her new pair of lips.

She quickly retracted her claws as she felt her finger slip into her wet folds, its sheer size allowing it to work as a makeshift dildo. She settled into a rhythm quickly, rapidly fingering the inside of her pussy while rocking her hips. The now undersized bed she was on was creaking from the ferocity of her bouncing, the wooden legs forming cracks the more she picked up the pace. It was everything she could have ever hoped for, the pleasure building across every inch of her like goosebumps.

So this is human pleasure… a woman’s body… a Digimon’s pride!

“Sooo beautiful!” She yelled as she reached climax, chuckling amidst her frantic moans as the bed beneath her broke and sent her to the ground. She continued to finger, riding the high laying in a growing puddle of her own juices, savoring the scent of her sex like a fresh rose.

Minutes later she sprawled herself, finally relaxed after an arduous birth. Her heart fluttered over how pretty she had become. The bond of human and Digimon felt so right, and as the new Renamon rose to its feet she wondered what came next. Surely she’d need to shop for some new clothes, as none of her old clothes would fit now. She was weary of how the world might accept her, but she figured she could pass her looks off as a costume if need be.

As she paced about her room, taking it all in, she thought perhaps to inform other Digimon on how to achieve what she just had. She couldn’t be the only Digimon seeking a deeper companionship with their human after all. If things went well they could bring about a utopia of humans and Digimon living together, hearts and minds as one. Now wouldn’t that be beautiful?

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