A Whole New World

 

Digimon, a form of life unknown to humans that can only be perceived through data. These creatures come in every shape and size, some looking akin to humans and everyday animals while others are far more monstrous. They live their lives as data within the Digital World, a space created as a byproduct of the technologies of man. Typically the two worlds cannot connect, but one computer genius named Izumi started to peel back their barrier. Observing a strange plane of data that seemed to exist as its own untraceable network had peaked his interest a few months ago, and his attempts at exploring these new digital depths opened a window of sorts. A window that the Digimon Mostromon peered through.

Despite being a Digimon with a rather terrifying appearance—tall, hulking and wolf-like, with sharp, spiny fur, claws like knives and a grin like a demon—he possessed a kind, timid soul. There were no strict roles to what a Digimon should be, no basis on appearance dictating what one assumed of them. This was in stark contrast to humans, which made the curious Mostromon fascinated by what he saw through the human’s computer.

He could only see what was in the direction the screen pointed, the digital feelers of code Izumi had been putting out giving him entry to the laptop’s webcam. The human would often use headphones while working, which allowed Mostromon to hear the sounds of the foreign world, their language surprisingly the same as his own. It became an addiction, most of his days spent observing the human world and soaking in their actions, dialect, and customs. After nearly half a year he had decided to travel there, and a couple months later found a way.

He couldn’t have done it without the assistance of Izumi, whatever the man was doing opening doorway after doorway through the maze of code that built up Mostromon’s world. He merely had to keep giving the proper nudge on his end. Despite being data he was also organic, and if he could reach the threshold between worlds he’d be able to enter it, like crossing into the atmosphere of a planet.

Today was that day, Mostromon’s claws piercing through a veil of fog, new sensations washing over him the more his body passed through. In the digital realm everything felt muted and driven by data, but here all senses were enhanced. The chill of the air on his fur, the many smells permeating the air, the vibrant colors drowning his vision, it was overwhelming. He relished the touch of his paws upon the ground, his body settling into physical shape as the last beam of light from Izumi’s laptop finished compositing him into reality.

The Digimon’s scary, slit eyes stared in wonder, a sparkle brought to them that had never existed before. His heart was racing, the pitter patter of humans walking around and chatting with smiles, yelling at their phones, barking out weird marketing slogans. The place he had been dropped into was a major shopping district he had come to learn through Izumi’s repeated trips there. The human never showed interest in the stores but seemed to enjoy the white noise of the hustle and bustle of people moving about their business, so he’d regularly sit at the plaza entrance to the shopping arcade. In a similar way, Mostromon had come to admire the sights and sounds of the location, but unlike Izumi he wished to indulge in it fully.

“Well, this is where we part.” Mostromon tenderly spoke with his deep, gravelly voice. He thanked the man and set off to explore. It didn’t take long though before he realized something was off.

He had expected far more fanfare over his appearance, but none of the humans even batted an eye. They didn’t acknowledge him at all despite having physical shape within the world. He’d try speaking to them but no response, and any tugs to their clothing or grips to their arms simply phased through. It was as if he’d been granted entry but not full access.

While a bit panicked, Mostromon opted to wait things out for the time being, wondering if it might take some time for their body to settle. Trying to distract himself with the scenery, he couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort within his own body. It was starting to feel wrong, every movement labored and weighed down by an odd pressure. His instincts wouldn't lie to him, that he was sure of, and the shiver running down his spine was not from the breeze.

“What is…. guhn!”

Mostromon keeled forward a bit, his entire body throbbing several times before calming. There was a sudden ringing in his ear during the aftermath and his mouth felt parched. In an attempt to calm himself he tried falling into that lovely white noise of the human realm, listening to the giggles and banter of the females shopping. There were more women than men that walked the streets, and over the many months of observing, their lovely tones had become a sort of comfort to him.

His relaxation was short lived though, as what felt like a punch to the gut brought him to his knees. He was in a panic, a buzz traveling throughout his body while his bones rattled under the surface. His keen ears could pick up the pops and cracks of his jostling skeleton. Gritting his teeth, he tried to bare it, but an uncomfortable howl inevitably left his lips.

“AROOOOO FUCK!!”

Isolated and without anyone he could grab the attention of, he felt his only course of action was to get back to the computer and to the Digital World. He couldn’t find his bearings though, his vision hazy and head swirling. It was a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to. He gave it his best, stumbling slowly, one foot then the other. Along the way he noticed the fur across his body falling in clumps on the ground.

It was a terrifying sight which compelled him to move faster. It turned out to be more than he could handle and he tripped into the wall of a shop. Bracing against it, he dug his claws into the brick surface while wincing in discomfort. His body was on fire, every bone and muscle aching. Their vision was too blurred to see it, but his body was shrinking, not just in height, but mass as well. His powerful, sculpted limbs and torso were softening, their impressive peaks sinking to small hills. With every pop he felt his body buck and fall, as if his spine was yanking him down towards the ground. The sound of his nails dragging were a signal for every inch lost, leaving long streaks in the brick.

Mostromon tried with all his might to focus, to spot that darn computer! Thankfully his vision cleared up as his body seemed to settle, no longer changing with as much ferocity. It felt off-putting being almost 4 feet shorter now, but he would have to make do. Freedom couldn’t be too far away, so he gathered himself and scanned the area. As he perused the sights and took in the sounds however things felt different than before, his mind unable to block out all the distracting, preppy banter of the human ladies shopping.

“So like, I told him to beat it. You aren’t showing up to my dinner party looking like that!”

“Let’s check out that store next! They have all the latest designer wear.”

“So what time is the show? I cannot be late for this, it is the show of the year!”

“Does this skirt work you think? Or should I go with a lighter colored top?”

All their voices were rattling in his ears and their laughing and energetic gesturing captured his sight. And the pink. The outfits, hair, lipstick, there was so much pink!

“M-Make it STOOOP!” Mostromon yelled, burying his face into his paws.

Everything suddenly deafened, bringing relief to the poor Digimon. However, once he opened his eyes he noticed a new change in his body. His fur—which had thinned considerably from the shedding—was now pink.

He let out a sad, canine whine, unsure what to make of the latest development. His vision became blurry yet again for a brief moment, which he took as his mind trying to double take what it just saw. Nope, still pink. His pupils were pink as well now, and the irises were round like that of a human. The slit-like folds of his eyelids were opened wide and round as well, the world coming in through a different frame.

Mostromon stood stiff, not sure what to do next. He felt neither fear or confusion, just… off. His heartbeat raced and he began to sweat, a strange heat welling within his gut and permeating outwards. It was a pleasant heat that excited him, something he knew he shouldn’t be feeling. That said he never thought of his body as one to lie, and right now it was telling him to enjoy this, evident by his giant, erect wolf cock unsheathing itself.

While panting he muttered, “Why do I feel so… oooh… all these, women…”

He fell into a daze, his body relishing in the heat and changing even more as he weakly walked. He reached out towards every woman he passed as if compelled by a longing desire, cock twitching every time he came close to touching one. He couldn’t though, claws passing through each as if they were nothing but air. Oh how he desperately wished to touch their skin, sniff their hair, embrace a body so…

“So… beautiful. Guhn, ooh! AWOOOO!”

Mostromon felt his dick throb and he kicked his head back. A feeling he’d only ever felt for Digimon women had just washed over him and sent him over the edge. He welcomed it though, this buildup the most intense he had felt in ages. Long threads of thick spunk jettisoned violently out of his cock, many of them firing directly at the ladies that had summoned them, passing through them like ghosts. For a whole minute he swam in the euphoria, the rest of his fur shedding itself to reveal smooth, creamy skin that rivaled those of the beauties parading around him.

Towards the end of his orgasm he began to feel up his soft skin. It felt unrealistically smooth, like the texture of a fine cloth. It didn’t get past him that he had the skin of a human now, but it didn’t matter in the moment. He craved this softness, finding it far more pleasing than shabby fur. His body craved it as well, the padding of his paws deflating, the palms of a human emerging to take their place and provide a far more pleasant pressure. The flexibility of his now noticeably slimmer hands and fingers could more effortlessly trace every inch of his skin and groove of his body.

Lost in the sea of his own creamy complexion, it took a while for him to notice the fur left on his head growing longer. The thicker tuffs of fur separated into finer strands and hung more elegantly as they swayed. The longer Mostromon’s mane grew the more stylish it looked, like the girls he had seen around him. He had no clue how the women styled their fur, but his seemed to be imitating their work, the roots near his forehead pushing themselves upward, giving some lift to his wavy bangs which parted in the middle above his face. He admired the pretty pink sight of the strands majestically hung in front of his eyes while he relished the feeling of his head-fur crawling down his backside until they tickled him above his butt.

This was what humans called hair he remembered, as he gave a slight bounce with his hips to make the hair hop. The pleasant warmth in his body felt so comforting, as did the feeling of his new hair upon his skin. He was aware he should be more panicked, but the sensual human features he was gaining filled his heart with longing and curiosity. He could only smile as he examined his smaller paws, feeling them twitch as the words of the women around him talked about painting their nails. It made him wonder what that felt like.

His claws started to recede while his cock began to grow. The arousal was returning, but he did not mind, more than happy within his stupor over the sight of his claws shrinking and flattening at the tips. They looked unsightly on his human paws anyways, preferring the look of the glossy nails of the girls around him. Some of them almost looked like claws themselves, sharp and protruding out from the fingertips. His became the same, his heart fluttering and cock twitching as a shade of pink gloss coated them.

This felt so right to Mostromon, so liberating, so…

“So when are you gonna get new shoes girl?”

The female voice caught Mostromon’s ear and nearly made him collapse, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head as the word shoes registered firmly in his mind. These girls did have some really fancy footwear. It made him feel a bit jealous, and that jealousy brought a shakiness to his raised ankles.

“I’m thinking… stylish boots are the look for you.” the same woman continued.

Mostromon leaked precum at the thought, wanting so bad to picture them on his ill-suited feet. His body realized it needed to change once again to accommodate his feelings. So it did, the cartilage squirming to life all around his lower legs and feet. Each toe twitched independently as they shrank, the padding beneath them and the rest of his feet fading away like his hands before. Claws became toenails and limbs began to straighten, Mostromon’s need being driven by the women around him.

“Oh! You should actually try that KiBERA brand. I hear that's all the rage lately.”

Mostromon’s ankles gave a violent yank downwards, the bones in his lower legs dramatically repositioning as some of them grew and other shrank. Some bones, such as his fibula, were straightening, causing his posture to change and legs to lengthen into a more upright fashion. The change he most cared about was in his feet though, his heels meeting the bottoms of each foot as they scrunched down in size.

“Ohhh… I want to… to wear—!”

Mostromon felt his cock ready to explode, the balls in his feet rumbling as he felt a force pulling at the still raised backsides of his feet. They were nearly human feet now, ready to come down to earth alongside Mostromon’s spunk raining down from his cock.

“Guhn, oooh! S-Shoooes! AWOOOO!”

Mostromon howled in ecstasy yet again, his human feet snapping to the ground and firmly planting against the cool cement. His toes curled and flicked in excitement as he continued to cum, frolicking in a puddle of his rejected Digimanity. Strangely enough he couldn’t feel it after a while, as if his human traits could not interact with the digital seed—the organic at odds with the inorganic.

After riding a wave of sexual relief for what felt like several minutes Mostromon slowly awoke from his stupor. Looking down at his body, it was a far cry from his old one. No fur and the broadness of his shoulders were now tender slopes and all his muscle had evaporated. He even had a fresh pair of white high-socks and stylish shoes on his feet that matched the woman right next to him still prattling on with her friend.

He gave a frightened yelp, realizing the pickle he was in. It was clear this world was reshaping him, that his Digimon form was not welcome here. Patting his face, he realized he still possessed his canine features. He noticed his tail was still present too, giving it a few wags. Maybe there was still time to reverse things.

Figuring the best course of action was to return to the origin of entry, he set out towards the laptop. His body felt like it was betraying him however, each step a struggle. Physically he wanted to remain rooted, to keep basking in the transformative warmth pulling him into this world, but his mind knew better. He was not willing to give up on his life as a Digimon!

“Butt out, will you?” A new female voice called out. The sassy tone circled within his wolf ears, making them twitch excitedly. That excitement trickled into his rebellious thoughts.

“Let’s talk about Kitaro instead. We know you’ve been seeing each other.”

Mostromon could feel his dick stiffening yet again. He had to get out of here!

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” The woman’s girl friend begrudgingly agreed. “I can’t help it. He is too adorable. Far cuter than Benjiro.”

“A-Ah, aroooh!” Mostromon whined, cock throbbing. He was still pressing forward, trying his best to escape the radius of the voices, but finding his stride growing heavier.

“Hey, leave Benjiro out of this! You’re just jealous that I can hold a relationship for more than a couple months.”

Mostromon’s dog dick felt a harsh tug at its base, cum spurting out in reaction. At the same instance, a tug came to his muzzle, the sound of popping cartilage bouncing off his eardrums.

“Whatever! This guy is the one I’m telling ya. He has fallen for me sooo hard~.”

The Digimon bucked as he felt his stance snap wider due to an expansion in his hips. Loud cracks echoed through the hollow veil of clashing reality as his androgynous figure crunched under the weight of the human world’s demands, becoming clearly more feminine by the second. It made it near impossible for him to walk anymore, the changes so maddening that Mostromon could only grip at his head and howl in confused pleasure. It was as if his fate was no longer in his control, his fascinations with the human world being exploited to create an ouroboros of thoughts within his mind about cute women and the boys they were after. His body wanted a taste of that experience so far removed from his humdrum Digimon life… no, it wanted the whole thing!

“Roooh, Aroooh! OOOH GAAAAWD!”

Mostromon yelled out the name of god, the human’s god, but not in a way tied to some belief so much as a declaration of joy in the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. It just clicked with him as a phrase that made sense for humans to say, his mind acclimating to the thought of being one. A wave of new human thoughts and personality traits, historical and social information, were spilling into his mind, playing a tug of war with the resistance he still felt towards his Digimon side. He was taking in so much so quickly that he could no longer form a clear line of thought about what to do next.

But the voices of the women around him, they rang loud and clear. Their words seemed to firmly hammer in a goal, a mission within his chaotic mind.

“You do seem to be over the moon about Kitaro. It’s clear as day each time you look at him.”

Mostromon let go another large expulsion of cum as his dick tugged into his sheath while still hard, followed by his balls scrunching and pulling up inside him.

“I can’t resist it. He is such a sweetheart. I want to hold him and never let go.”

“W-Want, AROOOOOH! Wan’t t-toooh! Hold boh, BOOOY!” Mostromon moaned, his eyes rolling in and out of his head as his eyelids fluttered. The lashes on them grew longer and were colored black with mascara. All the while his snout continued to tug violently and shrink. His rough textured tongue was smoothing, feeling more vulnerable gliding against his sharp teeth which were thankfully beginning to dull.

“So, spill the beans! You two done anything yet?”

The question sparked insane amounts of euphoria in Mostromon, his shriveled dick launching any cum it could out of his hollowed sheath beneath his legs. His face contorted while his muzzle imploded, collapsing down towards his face like the floors in a crumbling building. With each crunch his moans hiked higher and the tone of his addled words softened.

“Well if you must know,” the woman started, leaning into her friend. She drew out things with a pause to build anticipation and to make sure no one could hear her. But Mostromon could, his ears crackling as they reshaped from sharpened points to small, round ovals.

“Our noses touched as he gently kissed me.”

The woman’s words sparked imagery within the Digimon, his own nose shrinking into something far more cute, the black of his wet wolf nub fading into smooth skin.

“He held our lips together for what felt like forever.”

Mostromon’s lips trembled as they softened and turned pink, covered in glossy lipstick. All his teeth had flattened, all but his canines. Aside from a slight protrusion from his jaw, his face looked nearly human and like that of a woman not dissimilar to those around him.

“Then he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me down onto the bed. He hovered over me and my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe it was happening!”

Mostromon’s face finished snapping into place at last, the violent crack of it causing him to let out a shrill, unmistakably feminine cry. At the same time his body’s figure contorted around his sides and back, aligning things into a more hourglass shape as a white, loose-fitting, button-up t-shirt with red bowtie appeared onto his body. He welcomed the preppy attire as girly thoughts and desires naturally clicked into place. This was right, this was necessary, this was… HER.

“Ooooh god! OOOOH YESSS!” Mostromon yelled out, unleashing what felt like the last of her cum as her sheath inverted along with the nub that had become of her cock.

Everything that was male between her legs had sucked up inside her, stirring about as they reformed into female organs while a gray skirt materialized and wrapped itself around her waist. The Digimon-turned-human girl thrashed about in place, feeling her ass and thighs swell from twigs to enviable idols of sensual fat. All the while she continued listening to the woman’s tale of her boyfriend.

“Eeee, I can’t even say. He like, went for it you know? He… slipped his hand inside~.”

“H-HOLY SHIT! AAAAAAHN!” The fresh human woman howled, feeling a pussy pop open between her legs. She collapsed to her knees and shoved in her fingers. It felt natural stirring her own insides, as if she was an expert. She willingly let the weight of the world she was entering reshape her, unconcerned of losing herself within the bliss of womanhood.

Faster and faster Mimi fingered, her new name popping into her head amongst the chaos. The thoughts of this being a journey from a previous point grew dimmer as she felt the pleasure in her loins rise, her old Digimon self and thoughts of her old world growing more distant.

“Then he sucked them! Put his mouth right on my—gah.”

Before the woman could finish her sentence it began to pour rain, causing the ladies within Mimi’s vicinity to flee. But she didn’t need their voices any longer, lost in her own fantasies about a boyfriend she surely had—picturing him grabbing at her chest.

“H-Hooh! Oooh my!” Mimi moaned, feeling fat pouring into her chest. Small, perky teardrops formed, and she sent her free hand up to give one a rub through her shirt. She was a bit embarrassed she forgot to wear a bra today, the rain making her outfit see-through. It wasn’t like her to suddenly drop down like this in public over romantic thoughts either. Thankfully it seemed no one else was around, so she continued, her breasts giving several kicks as they exploded further in size, Mimi wanting even more for her boyfriend to grasp.

“Oooh Izumi. Izumi!” Mimi moaned, remembering her boyfriend’s name as her fingering started to push herself towards climax. “These tits are for you! Th-They’re all yours Izumiiiii!”

Her previously slacked shirt was now filled to the brim with large breasts squashing together, to the point it felt suffocating. Yet they continued to grow, forcing Mimi to unfasten her bow. They then pushed in relief, popping a couple buttons on her shirt while they finished swelling. It was all her body needed to push her over the edge, settling at last into its new identity.

“H-H-Hoooh! Oooh yes! Yess! Y-YAAAAASSS!!”

Mimi screamed her heart out, the hazy veil that surrounded her dissipating, letting her body truly settle now into its new existence.

Her clothes and fingers completely drenched, Mimi bolted up, realizing she left Izumi at the plaza. She darted off, hoping her boyfriend was still waiting for her.

Back at the arcade entrance, Izumi grumbled, “Come on, where is she? My laptop will be soaked at this rate.”

He then felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw his beautiful girlfriend leaning forward and giving a cute look, her tongue slightly sticking out. He quickly became flushed at the sight of her and her erect nipples poking against her shirt completely visible.

Mimi was still worked up and took notice, playfully parting her hair to tease him, asking if he missed her.

Izumi sighed and the smiled, insisting they both get out of the rain as soon as possible. Mimi wasn’t going to let him brush things off however and leaned in, rubbing one of his thighs.

“Say, Izumi. When we get back. If you want… I’m not wearing any panties~.”

Izumi turned his head a bit and was met by a kiss. The two remained locked until Mimi skipped a few steps forward giggling. Izumi was glad no one was around to see him pitching a tent and he wondered how he got wrapped up with such a weird and wild woman. It didn’t matter, he wouldn’t trade her for the world.