“Stupid fucking useless piece of garbage!” I yelled, slapping my tower for the fourth time in under an hour. I sat back on my chair and sighed, glad no one was in the apartment to hear my gripping. My damn PC had been moving at a snail’s pace for the past few weeks, and I’d foolishly ignored the problem rather than trying to fix it. It seemed like it was all my computer could give to even turn on again. I wasn’t the most computer literate, but even I knew that years of downloading music and TV shows had filled up my hard drive, along with all the malware that likely resided within.
Not knowing where to start, a friend of mine had suggested downloading a cleaning program, though all the ones they recommended required a hefty fee. I could barely afford rent these days, much less a computer program I’d only be using once. In the end, I settled on something a few search pages in, advertising to be a new free cleaning program to rid one’s technology of anything unnecessary. I was sure it hadn’t popped up the first time, only appearing when I refreshed the page for the fourth time. Clicking on it, the webpage promised it would ‘eliminate unnecessary data in the human world,’ something that sounded a little alarming on the surface. But it was free and didn’t come with the myriad of negative reviews that accompanied every other such service. I wanted to ask my buddy about it, but since he wasn’t replying, I didn’t see any reason not to try it right now. I had stuff I wanted to do online, damnit!
The program took a rather short time to install, which left me feeling a little worried. Still, it seemed to be working, not really allowing me to browse or anything as it installed. Eventually, my computer’s fan stopped running so frantically, and a pop-up came on the screen, asking me if I wanted to clean and migrate the data. Not really thinking, I clicked ‘Yes’, hoping that would start the process.
Yet, the sound of my computer’s fan whirling loudly once more left me concerned, wondering if it might cause my computer to explore or overheat. What I could not have expected was for the tower to spark, before something seemed to erupt from within, causing a charge of static to race through me. It was not enough to cause damage but enough that I was left in extreme discomfort. I wanted to get up and out of there, hoping that my computer wouldn’t catch on fire and with it my apartment. But somehow, I found my body unresponsive, leaving me stuck in the chair as my skin went numb. Even efforts to call out for help were for naught, my voice not even escaping my lips as I felt my body crackle from the effort.
Against my inclinations, blood began to flow into my penis, causing it to poke at the inside of my pants. I was a little stunned, almost dizzy as my cock grew harder than I’d ever felt before. It had been some time since I’d even bothered to rub one out, a consequence of my computer’s slow operating speed and lack of suitable material. But now, my cock seemed to lance forth with a vengeance, straining at my pants and making me gasp inaudibly. I was bigger than I’d ever been, and the surge in my member seemed only to increase as I struggled to maintain my awareness.
“Oh…shit…wh-what’s going on…” I moaned, finally able to whimper out loud. A powerful surge of growth was enough to return my voice as I yelled out from the force of my cock tearing through my zipper. “Ah! Why…” My penis felt painfully confined, though enough blood had filled the erectile tissue that I didn’t even feel it after a few moments. The damn thing had torn its way through my underwear like they were paper, bobbing now that it was free. I was feeling dizzy, my penis was all I was able to focus on as much of my blood was repurposed. Surely, the size of my meat had to be inhuman, and worse, it was still growing as best as I could tell. It was powerfully embarrassing, especially as precum started to ooze from the tip, leaking down over the remnants of my underwear.
As much as I couldn’t imagine touching such a cock, the temptation was almost all-consuming. I was barely aware that mobility had been returned to my arms before they moved to my member, encircling it slowly as I moaned from the pleasure. It was far more sensitive than anything I’d been familiar with, which prompted me to stroke frantically. My hand was soon slick with oozing precum, flowing freely now as the slick sounds echoed in the room. Thank fuck I was home alone!
“Yes…fuck…so good…I needed this…” I managed to moan, huffing and panting from the effort. Yet, it seemed the contact had an unwanted effect, the skin beginning to redden as I rubbed it. My first thought was that I was chafing, though the red shade was spreading too quickly, and the sensitivity in my member only grew. The flesh began to heat up rapidly, still expanding though now shifting the more I touched myself. As my fingers played over a strange series of ridges underneath, my panic continued to rise. I desperately tried to peel my hand from my dick, thinking masturbation was making it change. But I could no sooner stop breathing than pull my hand anyway, needing the pleasure more than air in my lungs.
“Fuck…need…damnit…so good…” I panted, barely aware of my voice. Jerking off relentlessly as I was, the changes to my cock only seemed to grow worse. It was far too large for my body, and if I was inclined to, I could almost reach down to lick at the tip with my tongue. The cleft became less defined, the shaft thickening toward a pointed head, still gushing pints of precum. It was as a wonder I hadn’t orgasmed yet, though the changes seemed to prevent my much-anticipated release. My balls were certainly swelling with cum, feeling heavy underneath me as they pressed against the seat. With the rest of my body still numb, I had little ability to get up, let alone cease my pleasure.
A sensation of queasiness slowly settled over me, as though my testicles were being uncomfortably pulled upward. A peeling sensation seemed to stem from the base of my dick, and a curious finger reached down to discover a slit in the skin that had surely not existed before. More alarming, it seemed to be spreading the more I fingered it, wrapping around the base of my cock and toward my swollen testicles. While the process was not painful, it was a little disconcerting to feel my testicles being subsumed as the cords and connections within painlessly adjusted. It seemed my expanding insides were able to part enough to allow one testicle, and then the other to be tugged seamlessly within my groin. Worse perhaps was how orgasmic the sensations were to the point it was all I could do not to cum. Yet, with the inability to remove my hand from my cock, I was surely unlikely to resist for much longer, much to my chagrin.
“Oh god…It’s happening…” I moaned just in time for the inevitable end. Nothing I could do would stop the changes as my internal testicles were squeezed and sent my entire being into orgasm. I growled, a decidedly inhuman sound as my mammoth dick exploded, spilling several thick wads of cum all over my chest and shirt. It had to be more cum than I had ever ejaculated in one go! In the moment, it felt so good that the embarrassment I felt afterward was largely stifled. As alarming as it was that I had no idea what was happening to me or my cock, it simply felt too good. Hell, why was I bothering to worry about it in the first place if it brought me so much pleasure?
Coming down from my powerful release, the first thing I noticed was that the invisible stream emanating from the computer tower was still present, sending a persistent tingling through my entire being. I felt largely numb, though the more I was bathed with whatever it was, the more it seemed like my body might have been… absorbing it? Such was preposterous, yet there was no denying the effect it had already had on my manhood. While my penis was hardly satisfied by a single orgasm, it seemed to retreat into the slit that had subsumed my balls, and even now was reabsorbing the remnants of their vacant sack.
The stream’s effects were not confined to my dick, as much as I was just beginning to perceive. I was always fairly short, at 5’4, though as the beam continued to strike me, I was sure my clothing was getting a little tighter around me, as though they were too small. My shirt was even riding up my chest, exposing more of my lean belly, while my pants began to pull upward, the waistband getting tight as their cuffs wrapped around my ankles. Hell, even my socks seemed too small! I couldn’t deny I was being invaded by this unknown energy, as though it was powering my body toward further evolution,
It certainly had another effect on my body, in particular, my cock, which once more pounded painfully erect. “Oh god…again…so soon…” I hissed, the sensation of it sliding through my slit was almost too much. It seemed strange I still had more to give, though I was soon already leaking against my hands. Despite the alien nature of its shape, not to mention its girth, I couldn’t help but stroke it once more, growling as it grew even larger, as though to match my new stature.
The precum oozing from the tip seemed to stick to my fingers, though it was hardly a deterrent as I stroked off, unable to stop myself. However, I was not expecting the skin to turn red, nor for it to flake away into a semblance of interlocking plates. Even as the skin on my hands erupted with what I could only assume were scales, I found I had no resistance left. With my fingers sticking together, it seemed I would soon be left with only two per hand, in tandem with my thumb. Yet, the warmth from their merger was pleasant, even if my digits were altering in inhuman ways. The slight ache of massive talons bursting forth with a spray of blood was ignored as well, the heavy digits giving me more pleasure than I could imagine,
Even as my other hand fingered my new slit, it, too, underwent the same changes, as though my precum was only the fuel to light the match. What became of my hands were larger, to be sure, and far stronger as I raised the one not wrapped around my cock and twitched the fingers. They were hardly to remain out of proportion, however, as another surge of growth played through my body. My shirt was pulled up around my chest now, and my pants were getting uncomfortably tight around my thighs. With how much data was being transferred to me, I was sure I might soon outgrow my human clothing. Yet, in my moment of lust, it was hard to find fault in that reality. I didn’t even want to take them off to preserve them, feeling their presence on my body to be unnecessary. If my new body was to rip out of them, so be it!
With that callous disregard for my humanity, the tension in my internal testicles rose past the point of no return. “Oh yesss…fuck yes…let it come!” I growled out my release as I spilled my cum all over my chest once more. This time, it burned into the bare skin, causing it to redden and start the beginning of what had to be my belly scales. Unlike my hands, these seemed to be white, closer to the shade of my semen itself. Yet, in the moment of orgasmic rapture, it was hard to find fault in that, loving the tension in my thighs that pushed against my pants, or the pressure against my shirt that signaled its demise. At the moment, nothing made me more elated to know I was becoming something more than just a pathetic human!
Yet, as I fell from my orgasmic high, concern began to burn through my being, a primal fear for all I had held dear. I was clearly changing into something inhuman, something bestial. My body continued to tingle from the beam emanating from my tower, perhaps more intense now from my frequent orgasms. I had to stop it, to try to reverse things and put this nightmare behind me. Without any idea of what was happening to me, my other hand reached toward my mouse, to try to look up what might be causing such a change. Yet, with my fingers converted into massive talons, any efforts I made would break the plastic and ruin any chance I had to reverse it. And there was a growing part of my mind that didn’t want it to stop, that I didn’t need human things now that the process had started. Where had that thought come from?! Surely, it was intrusive, yet the more I sat with it, the more sense it made to the point it was impossible to deny.
“Oh fuck…I’m getting biggrrrrrrer…” I moaned, feeling the tightness within my shirt increasing despite myself. The firming of skin over my now-muscular belly was accented by what seemed to be massive, off-white plates, like the belly scutes of a reptile. I wanted to rub them, though figured such was ill-advised with my massive talons. They ran up the length of my belly, my swelling chest exposing more and more as my pecs pulled my shirt apart. I was sure I would rip out of it soon, but with my hands in their current state, there was little chance of me getting it off safely, anyway. And with cum still drying on my chest plates, it seemed to right to use it to fuel the changes, if such worked.
“Yes…so good…” I moaned, my reptilian dick throbbing from the mere notion of what I was doing. My thick talons were able to spread the still-drying fluids over my chest scales, so thick yet not too much I wasn’t able to perceive it slightly. Rivulets of precum were still leaking from my penis, and my other clawed hand was there to collect it, rubbing it over my dick in reverence. “Fuck…that smell…more…” I groaned, the chair starting to strain a little from my size. Yet, at the moment, I could hardly think of why that was a bad thing, eager for what the changes might bring me.
By now, the scales had completely covered my chest and were moving toward my neck, which began to heat up with growth. A pleasant series of pops and cracks forced their way through it as I felt it extend, playing with its new range of motion as I did so. “Fuck…so weird,” I muttered to myself, reaching to rub scales over it with my cum slick digits. It was powerful and thick, my touch spreading more red scales over the former skin. I wished I had a mirror, though as my neck lengthened and my head grew closer to the ceiling, I was able to perceive something of myself on the computer screen, grinning with a still-human mouth from the pleasant visage.
Yet, my attention was soon drawn back to my member, aching and leaking as my lust continued to grow. It awakened a hunger within me, a foreign desire to taste my cock as it grew impossibly large. I couldn’t do that, could I? Why were those intrusive thoughts coming so strong? The more I reflected on it, the harder it became to get out of my mind to the point that nothing else mattered. Why the hell was wrong with me?!
“Fffuuuicckkk…I can’t…I want to…rrrrhy…” I growled, my voice coming out thick and guttural. No human would want to do that, it was disgusting! Yet, I was far from human at this point, and the inclination was so firmly entrenched in my mind. How could I not indulge with the pleasure so close to my mouth…?
Even that stray thought was enough to cloud my judgment as I lowered my head and stared at the bestial contours of my cock. The odor was a little too pungent for my tastes, but the shiver of pleasure was more than I could bear, and I reached down, lapping at the tip as I would with a sweet treat. Part of me wanted a better taste and was a little disappointed with the size of my mouth in relation to the girth of my member. But my tongue was quick to react, reaching longer than I was used to and slurping at the tip of my member. Even its thinning length and forked tip were not an incentive for me to stop. In fact, I relished the ability to wrap its length around the shaft, almost tightening it around the head and driving my pleasure to new heights.
“Yeesssssss…” I managed to hiss, scarcely able to understand the word though all the more eager for the pleasure to come. Precum was drooling over my chin and lips, seeping into the skin and causing more red scales to spread. A heavy crack from my lower jaw managed to push my face out ever so slightly, lips almost able to wrap around my head. It was coming too fast, and I knew I was changing further, that there was little chance of going back. Yet, with my internal testicles throbbing to blow their burden, any fragments of resistance were erased from my mind for the pleasure to come.
The growth of my lower jaw was just enough to hold my cock in place as it erupted with a thick wad of jism. Most of it was forced down my throat, and despite myself, I was eager to drink down the sticky fluid. But a fair quantity was missed, covering my face and beard with the stuff. The stink of it burned my nose, though I was eager to reach with my clawed hands and rub the fluids over my face. Feeling the hairs falling out, red scales erupting from the skin, and a ridge of spines bursting around my chin was worth it at the time. I was a beast, a monster! Yet, if it felt so amazing, then what did I have to worry about?
The creaking underneath me was quick to intensify, and before I could get up, the chair cracked under my weight, taking me with it. Unharmed, I stood up, looking down with disdain at the thing. It was small, literally beneath me, and I had no idea why I bothered to use something like that in the first place. As I stood up, rips running down the sides of my pants, I began to view the room in the same light. I was already far too large for anything in this meager space, and quickly outgrowing it. Yet, I had no desire to get out, thinking that the space owed me, and if I was to burst out of it, then so be it!
A sudden force of growth above my ass caused me to cry out, erupting forth with a burst of muscle. My spine twitched eagerly, tearing through the fabric like paper as it pushed its way out. Writhing as though eager to be birthed, I could feel it rub against the end of my bed, shuddering in disdain from the sensation. Reflexively, I thrashed it, hearing the mattress springs creak from the force against them. My underwear was torn from my efforts, and my pants wouldn’t last much longer either, especially as my thighs thickened with meat and muscle. Yet, I was eager to be rid of them, flexing my powerful upper arms and tearing the shirt from my back. Nearly naked now, I was eager to rub any bare patches of skin I could find, peeling away my meek humanity for the brilliant crimson scales beneath.
Kicking away the fragments of my socks, the force from my foot was enough to bash against the computer tower, sending sparks flying as the whirring of the fan within stopped. A part of me was relieved for a moment, thinking the changes might cease. Yet, that was quickly replaced with the reality that I would not grow, would not expand, would not become more. The dissonance was maddening, almost distracting me from the intense tingling that burned into my flesh. Blinking through watery eyes, I could almost see it now, a digital stream flowing beyond the tower, from a portal in the floor as best I could tell. And without the confines of the tower, it seemed to expand rapidly, enveloping me with its radiance. I was thankful for that, desiring whatever power it could grant me.
“Yes, don’t stop…make me change…make me bbiiggggggeeerrr!” I growled, a little afraid of the cadence of my voice but loving it all the same. I could not have been prepared for the force of growth to radiate through my form, causing me to shudder. It was almost too much, prompting me to stand and hit my head on the ceiling. The rate of growth was coming too rapidly, and if I continued to expand, there was a chance I might outgrow the room or even the building as a whole. When would it stop? I didn’t want to be this big, I would have no way to hide! But then, the more I reflected on it, the more I started to realize…why?
The more I continued to fight the impulse, the more foreign thoughts seemed to invade my mind, making it hard to find fault in my current predicament. Why wouldn’t I want to be so large? More to the point, wasn’t it the room itself that was failing me, not the other way around? It should have been made larger in order to accommodate one of my scope and grandeur! Useless humans…wait, where did that thought come from? Yet, the more I reflected on it, the more truth it carried, and I couldn’t help but revel in the knowledge that not only was I growing, but I was becoming much less like them!
“Yeessss…bigger…MORE!” I roared out, my voice much deeper and guttural than I could ever manage. There, again, were those foreign notions, that it was more natural for my voice to come out like this. The muzzle in front of my face should always have been there, influencing my bestial inflections. Yet, why wasn’t it? Did it matter, when it was finally happening now?
The floor started to creak under my weight as I ducked down a little, longer neck cramping against the ceiling. Still, I was able to better enjoy the sight of my massive feet pushing their way out of my socks, the toes frantically twitching as their nails sank within the tips and violently pushed outward into thickened, deadly talons. Eagerly, I drug them across the tile, pulling it up and delighting in the destruction. My big and little toes were pulled up along my heels as they elongated and forced me to stand on the balls of my feet. Yet, I could hardly bring myself to care as red scales spread from the skin, erupting into thicker plates as I curved them into the floor, pulling up more tile and flooring. With the creaking of the floor under my immense weight, it was increasingly obvious I would no longer be able to remain here. But I was far too large to leave, either. It mattered not. If such a human place was not suited to contain me, I would simply burst my way free and leave it to ruin. It was their fault for its design, not mine!
The thought of further destruction had a rather bizarre effect on my libido, though, in my lust-fueled stupor, I could hardly find fault in it. With all the destruction my bulk had brought upon the room, there was a chance someone might come upon me trying to ascertain what was going on. Yet, nothing about that possibility made me care or dissuade my arousal. I felt beyond human embarrassment at the moment, and surely nothing they could do would stop me from my quest. To masturbate…to grow…to…
“Fucccckkkk!” I bellowed out as my thicker penis soon spurted its burden over the floor. I was a little surprised at the quantity coursing through my dick, spraying the bed, the desk, and the smoking remains of my laptop. Despite multiple orgasms, my load seemed to increase with my size, and the rank stench of semen burned deeply into my nose. There was no denying how much this space smelled like me, and no one could take it from me. However, the more I grew, the less regard my mind seemed to carry toward this place. As though I deserved something better…
Yet, a brief moment of hesitation flashed through my mind, and I reflexively lowered my claws over my bobbing dick, not sure how I could cover it but ashamed nonetheless. What was I doing to myself? And why did it feel so good? The alien inclinations continued to assault my being, and a flush of shame rushed through my being. I couldn’t imagine actually accepting that I was turning into some sort of dragon fueled by digital energy. Yet, it was impossible to deny how right it felt, slowly eroding my ability to question it further.
Another surge of growth left my body hunched over further, feeling tighter in the room, and leaving me wondering how much more it would cause me to grow. Rather than be afraid of what that meant, however, I found my mind flush with excitement, thinking how much larger my body would be by the time it was done. Best of all, it seemed my penis was eager to swell along with the rest of me to match. It had already added on pounds of heft as it, too, smacked against the ceiling, leaking cum and a fresh wave of pre all at once. I couldn’t help but crave more, wanting to cum from such a massive penis and take my place as an apex being. Whatever force was changing me seemed intent on making me bigger, reshaping me into a draconic being whose final form I couldn’t even begin to imagine. And I was all in, drawing in the digital energy and allowing my body to grow and change.
Resounding cracks echoed through my face as it continued to push out, drawing closer to my mammoth penis. With how massive and flared my nostrils had become, I was granted a greater range of olfactory abilities, focused entirely on the scent of my spunk. Lips drawn back in a snarl, I gazed down at my member with hunger, drooling at the thought of taking it in my muzzle once more. Perhaps the most drastic change was the nub that started to form from the tip above my nostrils, irritating and making me sneeze for a moment. Yet, all I needed to do was cross my eyes to see a thick, golden horn that continued to lengthen into a deadly, ornate point. It was massive, perhaps too large for my face, but I cared little, feeling it dig into the ceiling and draw some of the plaster down around me.
My focus soon returned to my penis, however, needing to get off despite how spent my former humanity would be. “Need it so bad…tastes so good…fuccckkkk…” I growled as my long reptilian tongue began to lap at the tip before my lips reached down and took my draconic dick in my mouth. The flavor was sublime, leaking onto my tongue and making me suck with enthusiasm. I wanted to take my member down my gullet, its throbbing length was almost too much for even my new muzzle. Yet, that reality only served to excite me more as I felt my internal testicles pulsate and blow a thick load of sticky semen down my gullet. My throat pulsated from the sheer quantity of such, and its bobbing length fell naturally out of my muzzle, drool and cum dripping as my eyes rolled back in my head from the satisfaction.
It seemed the infusion of my seed was enough to trigger further changes to my head, though I was quick to welcome them, wanting to exchange my weak human visage for a powerful draconic form. The fear of such was largely eroded at this point, the sensations simply too good that I needed to see it to conclusion. My hair fell out as the back of my skull rounded and absorbed the remains of my external ears. They were nothing more than holes in the size of my red-scaled flesh, though my hearing was just as good, if not more enhanced as was the rest of me. It was the ache of spikes pushing out from the sides of my chin that really alarmed me, though taking a clawed hand to feel them, I found their presence rather fetching. It seemed as though my own cum was fueling their development, forcing them to burst their way from my flesh. And I welcomed it, perceiving the sharpened points working their way from the skin around my chin and even shoulders, adorning my skin with dangerous armaments.
It was hardly the most drastic growth as a pair of nubs at the back of my skull burst forth in a flurry of bone. There was no blood, thankfully, though I cared little, feeling the weight of the growths rapidly enlarging from the back of my head. Their bases were almost the width of my skull and were far longer than even my muzzle, becoming massive horns that provided me a rather intimidating visage. The development of rings sticking through the bones was a little confusing, not sure where they came from if they weren’t a natural part of my anatomy. In the end, I didn’t bother to concern myself with it, allowing whatever force to change me into its desired form.
As my eyes adjusted from black to green, and my perception of the digital stream infusing me with data increased, I welcomed the next surge of growth that I was sure was coming. I was not finished, especially as the energy fueling my being continued to intensify. I was going to outgrow the building, bursting through the ceiling with likely little harm to my scaly hide. As much as that should have alarmed me, the fleeting struggle within my mind was for naught. It was not my fault I would be destroying the building, after all. It should have been designed for a being of my glory!
Before the next inevitable growth spurt, however, an ache seemed to center in my shoulders and back, the bones shifting within as though preparing to burst forward. I had some notion of what was happening, and welcomed it, feeling the skin parting and bones pushing outward with a series of heavy cracks. The nubs of bone were quickly wrapped with muscle and skin as they lanced outward, curving and pressing tightly against the ceiling. Spurs of sharpened bone burst from the tip, digging into the ceiling as additional fins raced from along their lower base. Having to bend over to allow them room to grow, it was obvious their size would be impressive even when compared with my already massive body. A sign I needed to break out of this prison of human design and take my true destiny!
As the tips of my wings grew heavy with diamond plating, a pleasant tingling ran through their bases, a gentle spreading of thin skin working its way toward the tips. The development of membranous tissues allowed me to stretch them wide in an effort to experiment. They quickly reached the corners of the room, and I growled my annoyance at my confinement. While I knew deep down that I would soon outgrow this place, it was coming far too slowly, damnit! I was beyond such a structure, and I longed to be free to…what? The truth of my changes seemed so close to me, and if only I embraced them, then they would be revealed to me in full…
A brief struggle of resistance flowed through my mind before my muzzle was on my cock once more, tongue teasing the reptilian cock head. The force seemed to inflate my member beyond what I could have expected, yet the sensations only left me craving more. Even the tip of my penis peeling, pulling the two halves of the shaft apart was not enough to deter my desire. The force of which was enough to make them slide from my muzzle, two large in tandem for me to easily suck. Yet, in my desperation to prolong my pleasure, I took them each in my massive claws, pushing them back into my mouth to the point of nearly making me gag. I was hardly to care, however, feeling my penis parting all the way to the base. I had a hemi penis now, and my mammoth internal testicles were prepared to pump my load through each into my mouth. And given how the flavor had grown on me, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more!
As the pumping within my twin cocks began to intensely, a final fragment of my mind struggled to resist, not sure what was happening to me or what the endgame of the changes would be. I couldn’t want this, to be a dragon, and one that still had more room to grow. Yet, there was no denying how amazing it had been thus far, filling me with such power and purpose. With the persistent digital stream increasing in magnitude, it was sure to grant me even more stature and sexual prowess. Such was to be mine…and all I had to do was cum…drink down my essence and let it happen…
A vicious roar escaped my lips as my twin cocks unloaded down my gullet, at least as much as it could fit. The pleasure pounding through them was almost too much for me, though I was insistent, wanting to taste as much as I could and rub the excess into my scaly skin. And I did just that, reveling in the afterglow of such a release, and feeling it accentuated by the digital energy surging through me. It was swelling with intensity…and it would force me to expand with it…
The sensation of growth came suddenly, my neck hitting the ceiling and pressing against it tightly. Soon, it forced itself through, pushing through the plaster and wood. The surge of expansion was almost too fast for me to perceive, though there was little pain from the contact through my thick hide. The weight of my growing body was finally enough to crush the floor underneath me, but I didn’t care, smashing someone’s table and fridge underfoot, though with little pain. I simply allowed myself to stand erect, head lifting upward as debris fell around me. It took a few moments, but my scaled skin could perceive the cool night air over my skin, a sign I had outgrown the building itself.
By now, both my feet had pushed into the basement, and my human side took some solace in that I didn’t hear anyone screaming from the building as I outgrew it. Yet, as I stood up and allowed my wings to unfurl, I found myself unable to care any further. It was as though they were no longer the same species as I was, which was technically true. I steadied my stance, feeling my tail thrashing against a nearby building, concerned only with the sky. The human world was too small for me, and I longed to feel my wings work. With a mighty roar and a powerful flap, I took to the air, feeling my energy elevating to new heights.
Yet, I could not leave the area just yet. I allowed my wings to hover my massive body over the apartment ruins, desperate to absorb whatever the digital steam could provide me. It seemed to expand rapidly outward in a column of light, enveloping me and fueling my further growth. My wings and tail seemed massive and disproportionate to my draconic body, but I cared little, thrashing my new appendage and extending my wings as I grew ever larger. Now the size of several blocks and still growing, my draconic form was truly gargantuan, and rapidly reaching its inevitable size.
Of course, the action served to raise my arousal beyond anything I had felt before, and I was eager to take my twin cannon-like cocks in my claws and stroke them to release. The massive influx of digital data was almost enough for me to cum right then and there, but I wanted to take my time, enjoying my size and stature. Surely, as I made circles around the sky of my town, people could see me, looking out their windows or up in the sky in awe of my display. Yet, any fragment of regret or shyness was long since eroded, the power and majesty of my form overriding any human morality. The sheer tension within my cock was almost enough to make me cum from my enormous girth all on its own. And I could find no reason to hold back, to bask in my new body and soak the world in my male essence.
A roar of release escaped my muzzle as my mammoth cocks ejaculated their load, fueled by the digital stream giving me an infinite reservoir. The sheer force of the torrent was enough to splatter over the buildings, coating the town in my rank essence. As it began to puddle and flow down the streets, the sounds of screams and cries of disgust echoed into my ears, even from my position in the air. Yet, I could hardly bring myself to care, more ejaculate streaming from my cocks as I reveled in release. They should feel honored to witness a being of my scope in sexual pleasure, generously allowing them a moment to escape before my purpose set in. And with that final thought, I began to forget…
With my intense orgasm came a sense of understanding, as though the data stream had embedded information within my mind along with the change. The memories of my humanity seemed to fade, like a distant dream. But the sense of purpose dwarfed any experience from that fragmented memory to the point I readily allowed myself to disregard it. I was a being from an alternate plane of existence, born of digital information, a ‘Digimon’, having been hatched from an egg and allowed to grow and battle with a singular purpose. I had been gifted this power by a being known as King Drasil, one I held in complete reverence. All Digimon belonged to him, and there was no denying I was among the most powerful of their number. And I had been born to take over this world for my King, a natural response to repeated incursions into our digital plane.
Even as I gazed upon the cum soaked streets below me, it was obvious something was missing. I was powerful, surely worthy of the task that had been granted me. But I had no weapon. Mine was not a normal weapon, but rather an extension of my body. A focus for my power, necessary for me to enact vengeance upon the world of humankind. But where was it? Surely, if it was a part of me, it would be manifested by my changing form. Or, perhaps as a part of me, something I had released that could be repurposed…
Lowering my massive body toward the remnants of my release, the digital energy seemed to crackle around me, drawing my essence toward me. It rose from the earth, still congealing semen collecting around my outstretched arm. As it gathered in front of me, the digital steam created the outline of a familiar shape. It quickly took the form of a spear, the amount of semen I’d ejaculated filling in the space enough to comprise the weapon. It seemed my entire body was digital and could be reconfigured in a myriad of ways, most of which escaped me. But the massive, metal spear, its two-pronged tip, and energy cells around the base felt natural to me, so much so that being without it left me feeling naked. But now…
Without thinking, I moved to raise the weapon, allowing my power to focus on its core and prepare for the attack to come. The digital stream provided me the name of the spear, ‘Ambrosis’, as well as its devastating attack, the one that would carry out my King’s retribution. “PENDRAGON’S GLORY!” I roared out, my cry reverberating through the air enough to break glass on its own. But it would barely hold a candle to what my weapon would do, digital energy pulsing through my being and collecting at the tip of the weapon. A small part of me knew what would happen if I allowed it to charge and release, and thousands of people below would be harmed by my attack. But it was the King’s will…and their own fault for incursions to my world…they deserved no less!
With that, a massive beam launched from my weapon, settling into the center of the city and exploding outward in a massive wave of destruction. The light from the blast obscured my vision for a moment, though I could only hover there, excited for what my destruction had wrought. After a few moments, all that remained was a cloud of ash and dust, though the scent of my semen hanging in the air as well. The ruins of the city below me filled me with a sense of joy and elation beyond anything I could have imagined. Surely, the loss of life was substantial, but I couldn’t bring myself to care or even to view the scattering beings as the same as myself. I had ascended above them, confident in my purpose as I surveyed the devastation, circling my territory and the first conquest of this world for King Drasil.
Despite my massive release and declaration of my presence to the humans, my twin members remained aroused, and I figured there was some precedent to tend to them at my leisure. Such was the way of things even as I did my rounds, flying without a modicum of effort. Still, as powerful as I was, the digital stream informed me I was not alone. Not the least of this new information was the presence of twelve others, each digital being requiring human hosts to manifest in the real world. They would be scattered around the globe, and I would seek them out, to eventually work with them to destroy the human world. But if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t think I needed them. I had the greatest battle power of all the King’s servants, after all. And with my power, I would literally be the King’s spear, forcing his justice on any who would seek to encroach over his domain…