Entering the brightly lit lobby, both Matsuo and Corbyn took in the sights with a wave of nostalgia. Far from the vibrant mall scene of the 90s, their local mall drew less than half the traffic these days. With online shopping increasing in popularity, there was little reason to visit brick-and-mortar stores. It was a whim when Matsuo suggested they visit it today, and as they started walking through the halls, their fond childhood memories were tainted with the barren reality that was local retail. Still, the novelty was not entirely lost, and both settled on a pawn shop, something that seemed to have a variety of wares the two were eager to explore.
“Hey, check these out!” Matsuo exclaimed, picking up a pair of black watches. Curious, Corbyn walked over, trying to place where he had seen them before. His eyes lit up the moment Matsuo revealed several chips, each with the image of a Digimon on them. “Vital Bracelets?” He asked, unable to believe what they had stumbled across. Such items were hardly rare, though for the most part were something they would have to specially order online. To find a pair of them at a local store, with a variety of different plug-ins, no less, was an amazing discovery, indeed!
The idea was that one could plug in a Digimon chip and evolve it based on how well they performed a series of exercises. Walking, jogging, and the like could influence their evolution, making it a game of sorts to try and get all the different branching options. It was a fun idea, not something the pair had ever thought of trying, even being long-term fans of the franchise. Yet, with a pair of them right here and now, and at a bargain, no less, each looked at the other with grinning faces.
Purchasing the watches, they were happy to discover that all the chips were included. It was soon simply a matter of choosing which Digimon to begin with. In the end, Matsuo went with Pulsemon, the Digimon designated as the mascot of the Vital Bracelet and the default chip when buying it. As a Digimon fan, there were a variety of options he found equally appealing, though it made some sense to start with the original one, so to speak. Corbyn, meanwhile, moved to try the Veemon chip first, having been his childhood favorite.
“I can’t wait to give these a try!” Matsuo exclaimed as the two of them walked out of the store with their find. “I wonder if there’s a place to charge them?”
Putting his own on his wrist, Corbyn was surprised to see it turn on, as though the watch was fully charged. “Damn, they came prepared!” He remarked as the screen flashed with its opening animation. Expecting to see an egg, he was rather surprised that his Veemon was already in the Rookie stage, as though someone had been playing it before they had bought it.
“Awww, I wanted to start from the egg!” He lamented, though recalled it was possible to store Digimon in the inventory or in an app. “Well, at least it won’t take long to get to Champion!”
Matsuo, too, found his Digimon was at the rookie level, Pulsemon on the screen already. Watching his avatar move, it really was like being a kid all over again, taming his favorite Digimon. “I wonder how to get them to Digivolve a certain way. Should we look it up?” He suggested, taking out his phone.
“I don’t know. Maybe it would be fun just to let it happen for the first time, you know?” Corbyn suggested, scrolling through the menu functions. Other than the heart rate counter, there was a recording for the accumulated vital levels, a clock, his current Digimon, a mission mode, the storage for an additional Digimon, and system settings. While there was an option to delete his data, he ultimately decided against it. Having the adorable avatar on the screen really was exciting, and who was he to deny playing with him even if someone else had raised him this far?
“This might be a good way to encourage us to walk,” Matsuo suggested, something he had been putting off. Having been insecure about his chubby body, an added motivation felt that it might really help. Besides, he was eager to help raise the little guy, wondering how to get the different forms and even looking forward to trying the different plug-ins once he’d played with this one.
“Yeah, that might be fun,” Corbyn agreed. Being a little shy, he was generally OK with going along with Matsuo’s ideas. But he, too, was excited to get into it, curious about the different forms, even ones he could DNA Digivolve eventually!
The two of them walked through the mall, Matsuo almost carrying a skip in his step. Not used to walking, it was a little surprising he wasn’t tired after a few hours, rather feeling full of energy. Figuring it had to be because of the Vital Bracelet’s incentive, he was eager to check it as often as possible, excited for any bit of progress.
Corbyn, too, felt rather enthusiastic, not wanting to waste the chance to earn vital levels and Digivolve into the most appealing option. While not being in the best shape, he felt more energized than he had in a while. They were able to make it through the mall with ease, heading outside and starting a lap around the property. Even though the day was warm, the pair didn’t feel overheated at all, barely breaking a sweat as they did so.
“Wonder how long it takes to get to Champion level?” Matsuo wondered out loud.
“It must be longer than a day,” Corbyn mused and was somewhat tempted to look it up. Still, he resisted, finding the idea of not knowing rather exciting.
“We should still stay out as long as we can, you know?” Matsuo suggested, and Corbyn agreed.
“Yeah, even if we don’t get to Champion, at least we can rack up some vital levels,” Corbyn reminded him, something Matsuo was happy to do.
As elated as they were, the pair was largely unaware of a tingling playing up their wrists, as though the bracelets were feeding them information directly. It was somewhat exciting to imagine that their own energy was fueling the growth of their Digimon. Something similar to the franchise itself, which sat well with their inclinations. Goal in mind, the two friends lapped the mall several times, easily climbing stairs and making a game of how much they could get their time down with each lap. With the unusual amount of energy they each experienced, such was akin to a childhood memory, something they hoped would keep up as they each played through the different chips.
The pair felt more than simply energized as they made the rounds once more. Their rising heart rates translated into pleasant tingling, spreading a comfortable warmth through their bodies. Still, after a time, they started to feel strange, muscles sore, though not from exertion. They were warm, though far from overheated, still not sweating despite the heat. And much to their chagrin, their clothing felt a little off, as though it had tightened around them since they’d started walking.
Feeling shy and not wanting to admit anything was wrong to his friend, Corbyn was still becoming visibly frustrated as he played with his shirt. Certain it fit comfortably this morning, Corbyn now had to wonder how he even got it on in the first place. It had risen up enough to show off his gut a little, though rubbing it, the flesh seemed firmer than he was used to. The notion that he was becoming fit and muscular was a foreign one, though not unwelcome. Still, it was becoming troublesome, and the more they walked, the greater his annoyance became.
“Hey, do you mind if we check out one of the clothes stores? I might need some new shirts,” Corbyn finally asked, the tension outpacing his shyness.
“Sure, I don’t mind!” Matsuo agreed, glad they could make another trip through the mall. His own shirt, while tight, wasn’t quite bothering him in quite the same way. With his chubby frame, Matsuo preferred his clothing a bit on the baggy side.
Figuring it would help with their walks, Corbyn opted to check out a sports store, looking for shirts that were a size up from his usual. For some reason, the idea of a light blue shirt seemed to appeal to him, thinking about the Veemon in his bracelet. As he grabbed a couple to try, Matsuo teased him about it, something that made him blush a little. “Maybe I should look for something in green or yellow,” he mused out loud, thinking about Pulsemon’s own colors.
A couple of shirts in hand, Corbyn made his way to the changing rooms, while Matsuo waited nearby. Taking his shirt off, Corbyn was somewhat surprised at the tone he found, rubbing the skin with some curiosity. Having been largely plain, if not a little chubby himself, Corbyn was a little surprised to discover his muscles were oddly defined, enough that he could rub his fingers around their contours. As best he could tell in the full-length mirror, his chest was wider, his pecs flattened, and his stomach was showing off a new level of tone. The feeling of his firm skin was rather pleasant, and despite himself, Corbyn grew a little aroused. With how happy it made him, Corbyn found it hard to be concerned, not even worried about the lack of a treasure trail or any hair over his pecs. Damn, he was hot!
A knock on the door made him turn around, seeing it open and realizing he had forgotten to lock it. Matsuo reached inside to pass him another shirt in his size, also the same light blue as Veemon’s color scheme. Yet, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his shirtless friend. Never something he paid attention to, the sight of it seemed to have him enamored. “Damn, you’re looking good, dude!” He exclaimed, causing Corbyn to blush. Quickly, he closed the curtain, Matsuo turning around as though he had done something wrong. Eventually, he left, wanting to give his friend some privacy.
Even as flustered as Corbyn felt by the compliment, he couldn’t deny how good it made him feel. Already admiring his new physique, that sense of arousal burned through him once more. Heart racing, the tingling from before returned full force, leaving him a little dizzy. All he could do was look in the mirror, shocked at the sight that greeted him. While he had already grown somewhat from what he recalled seeing this morning, it was still shocking to see the skin bulging outward as he watched. It was as though his muscles were breaking apart and knitting back together in real time, pressing at the skin and making him groan. It was hardly uncomfortable, rather pleasant as he rubbed the skin, surprised at the sensation. Corbyn was a little concerned it was happening too fast, his stomach pushing upward as his pecs expanded and his gut gurgled a little from its changing contours. Yet, it was barely perceived as an inconvenience, Corbyn rubbing the toned skin with reverence. He couldn’t be bothered to think of the why, but was rather excited it was happening at all!
Much to his surprise and delight, the exploration of his body caused his arousal to quickly rise. Not willing to take his penis out just then, it was still delightful to feel it pushing against his underwear, prompting him to readjust them a little. Letting out a moan, it was clear the bulge was a little larger than he was used to. It made sense to him, however, that such a cock better fit his new physique. It was hard to think why any of what he was experiencing was wrong, even as his veins pumped out along his arms, causing them to bulk up somewhat. The skin shade seemed a little off as well, somewhat lighter, though nothing could cause him concern, especially with how good it made him feel!
As much as he was enjoying his self-exploration, Corbyn didn’t want to make a scene by staying in the changing room too long. Taking one of the shirts and trying it on, Corbyn was a bit surprised at how tight it was. At least it went down over his stomach, though it still seemed a size too small. Maybe the brand used different size measurements? Looking at his old shirt, it was obvious he would have to leave it off, likely unable to fit into it anymore. And despite how tight this new shirt was, there was no denying how well it accented his defined stomach, leaving him rather pleased with the results.
Matsuo, meanwhile, was trying to stifle his own arousal, unable to get the mental image of his friend out of his head. Never having been into him before, the thoughts were somewhat perplexing, if not unwelcome. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel his heart race, flustered and excited in a way he was not accustomed to. The heat from before returned, even over the cool air conditioning in the store. Yet, he was still not able to sweat, rather enjoying a pleasant tingling over his chest and belly. Not wanting to touch it, figuring his hand might accidentally move lower, Matsuo instead turned his attention to one of the store mirrors. To his surprise, his shirt seemed a little snug when he was sure it was loose before. It was as though his chest had expanded, his stomach drawn taut as muscle warmed under the skin. Such made him wish to take it off, though figured it was better to wait, as the other changing rooms were occupied.
The sound of one opening caused him to turn, and Corbyn walked out with a grin on his face. “What do you think?” He asked, almost worried about being too large for the shirt and not wanting to grab another. Yet, with the way it accented his new muscle tone, Corbyn soon felt it leave his mind.
Matsuo found himself staring perhaps longer than he should have, feeling the arousal from before returning. Using the excuse of adjusting his shirt, he was surprised to find it didn’t quite go as low as he wanted. Perhaps it drew attention to his erection, though Corbyn didn’t seem to notice, rather enamored by his own reflection. “I’m going to have to wear this out of the store!” He exclaimed, beaming.
“I might need a new one soon, too,” Matsuo commented, a little shy to think he had gotten larger. Yet, as he tugged along the bottom of the shirt, he was quick to discover his chubby belly seemed somewhat firmer, as though he’d been getting fit in recent days. Such was surprising, though it was hard to find concern with how good it felt. A glance over showed Corbyn pulling at his shirt as well, though it just barely covered his belly. It was all Matsuo had to encourage him to stop staring and pay before he popped a boner in the store!
Eventually, the two of them left, both eager to walk with the surge of muscles and energy they had come into as of late. Other than tracking their vital levels, the two didn’t exchange many words, rather invested in the growth of their bodies. More than just his stomach altering, Matsuo was aware his ass was wider, pulling the back of his pants taut and casing the cuffs to ride up somewhat. Yet, he seemed delighted to rub his ass, feeling how firm and muscled it seemed to be. Nothing he knew of could explain it, save for his new interest in making his Digimon Digivolve to the Champion level. But in his mind, that was enough, and he welcomed any changes that made his walking easier!
“Hey, are you hungry?” Corbyn asked, feeling his stomach grumble.
“Yeah, want to grab something here?” Matsuo suggested, feeling oddly famished. While he normally would have no problem with fast food, a passing thought wondered if such would be detrimental to his new workout goals. But starving as he was, Matsuo quickly saw no reason not to satisfy his appetite, as though all his growth as of the past hour needed sustenance.
It didn’t take them long to order their food, Corbyn in line first and giving Matsuo a chance to check him out. He was larger than even in the store, his shirt riding up somewhat, though just enough to show off his muscled gut. Blushing, he couldn’t quite parse through how much Corbyn’s changes were doing it for him, well beyond his normal appreciation for such a physique. And he felt bold enough to say so, filled with a rather bizarre confidence. Perhaps it had something to do with his own expanding muscles, though it was hard to concern himself with such as they sat down with their lunch.
“Damn, you really do look good, man,” Matsuo finally admitted, Corbyn blushing somewhat. Normally, the shy man might have felt abashed by the compliment, though with how good he had felt today, it was hard for him to really find fault in it. Rather, his own member started to throb slightly, causing that familiar surge through his body. All he could do was grin, adjusting himself in his seat in an attempt to get more comfortable.
“Thanks, you too! I mean, you looked good before. I know you’ve felt bad about it in the past, and there’s nothing wrong with making an effort to lose weight. But confidence is important, and you’ll get to your goals!” Corbyn assured him, though by the look of him, it was obvious Matsuo was far more toned than he had been even this morning.
“And it’s all thanks to these guys!” Matsuo proclaimed, raising his watch for Corbyn to see. His Pulsmon avatar was still running, having not stopped even though the two were no longer moving.
“Yeah, I think they will really help!” Corbyn agreed, checking out his own Veemon. The idea of what they would become was interesting, though he was hoping for Veemon’s natural evolution, Exveemon. There were surely a few other good options, maybe even the Veedramon line as well. It was exciting to think he was helping his new partner Digivolve and bulking themselves up in the process.
Soon, their attention turned to their food, both men realizing with some shame they had ordered far more than they might normally eat. It didn’t matter since the two of them were ravenous and scarfed down their lunch with gusto. Stopping only to breathe, their trays were soon nearly empty, like both men were barely tasting their food. It seemed that whatever growth they had experienced required copious nutrients. Yet, it was hard to muster any concern, even about the tingling that was continuing to encroach over their bodies. It didn’t matter when both were happy for anything that would grant them more of that appealing muscle!
Tickling over their heads went largely ignored, even though Corbyn’s black hair and Matsuo’s brown started to thin out. Rather than falling out, it seemed to be absorbed into their scalps as faces began to narrow slightly. Some level of irritation played through their teeth as they chewed, as though they were enlarging, sharpening into predatory points. Slightly protruding jaws allowed those teeth to sit comfortably as the pair downed their food. It seemed the effort was a catalyst for the tingling over their bodies to intensify. Yet, the pleasant warmth seemed to be a prelude to more muscle mass, something that filled each with a sense of wonder and expectation.
Through it all, however, was a persistent sense of arousal, one that neither could ignore as their cocks tented in their pants. The size of their members enlarging was welcome, if not uncomfortable, as their underwear stretched and the tips began to leak. Why they were getting so turned on, neither could say, though they were unwilling to admit it to each other. Both attempted to cross their legs, not wanting to expose their tented pants. The discomfort was welcome, however, given that it came with another wave of muscle growth. It was as though their hearts were pumping with excitement and fueling more of the process. Even the embarrassment was hard to hold onto with the truth of what was happening!
Feeling further discomfort in their clothes, each wriggled in their seats, asses growing muscled and pushing at the backs of them. They were firm and hard, muscles rippling down their hips and thighs and threatening to pull at the fabric. Cuffs were pulled uncomfortably up their ankles, though attempts to flex left them each elated. Similarly, their shirts had pulled up another inch, leaving both of their stomachs exposed and curious fingers to trace over them. Even Matsuo’s previously chubby belly was firm now, still large but toned beyond anything he could have imagined. Still, it was uncomfortable as their shirts tightened around their chests, and further flexing pulled them even higher. It was not helped by how tight the sleeves were becoming, as though their upper arms were continuing to bulge as well. Corybn went to comment about getting another shirt, though he stopped as he continued to rub his swelling abdomen. The idea that he was becoming so muscled was powerfully appealing, and if his shirt didn’t fit, then why should he care about hiding it away?
It was more than just a steady growth to overtake them, something the pair was slow to discover with some delight. Skin itching, the pair each reached down to scratch, surprised to discover a smooth, textured pattern that had not been present before. It seemed to be spreading up their chests, down their thighs and groins, though neither wanted to check with their erections still at half-mast. Still, as they were starting to understand that scales were forming over their skin, both were tempted to stand up, taking in each other’s changes.
“Damn, you look good!” Matsuo complimented his friend, no longer embarrassed about how he felt. Corbyn looked down, fingers playing over the white scales that now made up his abs. Grinning, thicker fingers worked under his tight shirt, feeling the scales spreading over his pecs as they flattened further. Better were the light blue scales accenting his sides, likely running down his groin and legs as well. Corbyn couldn’t help but notice he was taller as well, the forming muscles giving him height as well as mass. Even the bulge in his underwear could not dissuade him, and Corbyn was aware there was now a second lump in the back. It was one he couldn’t place, but one he was excited to own in tandem with the rest of the changes.
“You’re looking great yourself, dude!” Corbyn exclaimed, feeling a surge of confidence flowing from him. Matsuo was eager to explore the glowing yellow scales covering his chest, working his fingers under his pants and shirt. He, too, was taller, rubbing his muscled contours with reverence. As best he could tell, his own frame was even bulkier than Corbyn’s, though it mattered little given their overall increase in stature.
“Yeah, it’s kinda like evolving, isn’t it? Like human evolution?” Matsuo suggested, looking down at his vital bracelet. While even his lower arms had swollen somewhat, it was impressive that the watch strap hadn’t tightened at all. It didn’t make much sense, yet all he could do was stare at the digital avatar of Pulsemon and wish to evolve along with his new buddy. Corbyn looked down at his own watch, thinking it was amazing to be evolving as his efforts helped Veemon as well. With the pleasure the changes gave them, both of their minds were somewhat fogged, thinking they were not only natural but desirable. And they were in mutual agreement that they wanted to see them through to the end, whatever that would entail.
Still, not everything was welcome, given their still-human inclinations. “We’re going to need some new shirts again,” Corbyn complained, checking his receipt.
“Do we really need them? If we keep evolving like this, nothing we could buy would fit!” Matsuo countered, to which Corbyn nodded. He figured he would keep his own on, even if it eventually tore off him. The idea of becoming that large made him shiver and caused a bit of precum to leak into his underwear.
Getting up, the two were aware of the stares they were getting, though they figured that the few mall shoppers were simply impressed. There weren’t many people around, which was a shame, given the mall had such secret delights as Digimon Vital Bracelets. It was nice to have the space to themselves without pressure as the two of them walked, regularly checking their Digimon avatars. The more they racked up vital stats, the more the tingling over their bodies continued to intensify. And with that came a further spread of scales, more muscles, or an increase in height.
“Hey, I wonder if there are any Digimon games there?” Matsuo commented, pointing over to an old arcade. It still seemed to be working, though no one was playing any games. Corbyn grinned, eager to make his way over. Both were still dealing with uncomfortable pressure against their clothing, and it made walking a little troublesome. But the power in their stride did not go unappreciated, as well as what might happen if it continued.
“Man, it might be better to rip out of these soon,” Corbyn relented, no longer caring about his recently purchased shirt. He couldn’t help but flex his shoulders a little, trying to work the shirt further up his torso. Doing the same, Matsuo found himself wondering how long his clothing would hold out against his bulk. Not long, if their evolution was to continue at this pace!
Rubbing their spreading scaly skin as they were, both men became aware of a rather abrupt thickening in their nails. It was almost as though the bases were sinking into the beds, taking up nearly the entire tip. They started to sharpen somewhat, the pointed tips rubbing against their new hide with a bit of discomfort. Still, they were more bestial than anything had a right to be, and it was hard for the pair to find fault with them. A similar pressure in their toes signaled they were forming their own pointed nails, though it was the discomfort against the leather that was most concerning. Both exchanged knowing glances, revealing sharpened teeth as they twitched their toes, hoping to eventually part the fabric.
Things were further compounded by the tension in their spines, something that had grown well past the point of being able to tolerate. Reaching back to rub the area, Corbyn was delighted to discover the lump had grown and was starting to twitch from his touch. Too large for his pants, his thicker fingers were eager to allow it to slide out over the waistband. A surge of growth worked its way into the tip, and the tingling of spreading scales was a sign its contours were being covered in a lovely light blue. It was hard for him to imagine what it was until he looked over to Matsuo, who was pulling his own protrusion out of his pants. Yellow to match his stomach scales, Matsuo rubbed it with reverence, grinning like a fool all the while.
“So, this is human evolution, huh?” Matsuo mused, and with that, Corbyn experienced a surge of growth in his cock once more. It was more than he could bear, and Corbyn felt himself close to giving in to temptation and pulling it out right there. After all, if they really were evolving, then they had the right to enjoy things properly…
“Hey, let’s check that out!” Matsuo exclaimed, pointing to an old dance rhythm game. As the screen played through a series of Japanese songs, both glanced at each other with a sense of excitement. It only took a moment for them to find the song they were looking for, the original theme from Digimon, ‘Butterfly’. Hearing a remixed version play as they hovered over the option, the pair felt their elation rise, eager to dance and show off their new energy.
“Do you think dancing counts toward vital levels?” Corbyn wondered out loud, looking down at his Veemon avatar.
“I’m just as interested in how it will affect our evolution levels!” Matsuo exclaimed, queuing up the song. It wasn’t long until the screen lit up, and each took their place on either side of the mat. With a series of commands lighting up to the tune of the music, the two began tapping their feet, getting into it as their hearts raced with excitement.
While they were soon overheated, neither could sweat through their scales, panting instead to find relief. It sent a rush of adrenaline through them, and with it, a surge of growth. Pops and cracks rang through their chests, and they felt a little sore as the muscles tore and reformed. Both men felt their shirts rising, pulled almost taut against their pecs and exposing their entire bellies. Pants were precariously tight against their backsides, especially with how thick the growths behind them were becoming. Feet were overwhelmingly confined in their shoes, likely to pop away if their growth didn’t subside. Yet, neither could bring themselves to care, exhilarated by the prospect of human evolution.
Before their ever-increasing muscle mass put undue pressure on their footwear, Matsuo went to suggest that they should take them off. The sound of them slapping the mat was enough that they figured it might break, though neither could be bothered to stop. The idea of ripping out of their clothes was growing tempting, enough that Matsuo didn’t even bother to voice his concern. All it took was a sharp-toothed glance from Corbyn for him to know they were of one mind. The idea of busting out with their continued evolution was powerfully arousing, enough that neither felt shame in their erections. And as their hearts continued to pound, it was obvious it would happen at any moment!
Both continued to dance through the final refrain, giving it everything they had. On the last note, the force of growth in their heels caused each former man to shift their stance, bending forward slightly. It was not enough for them to stop dancing, even as the tingling within their feet grew in intensity. Toes thickening, it was strange that two per foot seemed to be merging, barely flexible as both men tried twitching them in some frustration. Matsuo grunted, wanting to be free of the meddlesome shoes but resisting the urge to pull them off himself. Yet, the decision was soon taken from him as the swelling within their tips grew to a head. With a loud tearing, three new talons burst through the leather and stitching, exposing his yellow-scaled toes. Widening bases pushed at the sides, and Matsuo breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure finally abated.
Corbyn, too, felt his two toes starting to fuse, the base of his foot becoming far too wide for his shoes to manage. As best he could, Corbyn tried to flex his toes, wanting to be rid of the annoying leather. Their thickened edges could barely twitch, Corbyn finding they were rather stationary as three talons made themselves known through the front stitching. He was still able to flex them slightly, a little ashamed of the damage he did to the mat underneath. It was only a brief distraction as his widening soles burst from the sides, tearing the leather and stitching all the way around, where his expanding heels popped out the back. As blue scales encroached over their underside, Corbyn found he could not perceive the base of his shoe under them, though he cared little. Rather, he was enraptured by the steady tearing along the sides and in the fabric of his socks. Such things were beneath the form he was evolving into, and as his shoes finally popped free, Corbyn kicked them away, doing his best to dance even through creaks and groans in the machine.
Another song had already started, though both men were distracted by the ever-growing pressure in their shoulders. Muscles were writhing under the skin, pushing it out as smooth scales took over. Bulging veins drew blood through pumping muscles as each flexed, tearing at the sleeves. The rip soon reached from one end to the other, the pulled-up fabric having no place to go. All it took was further flexing for their shirts to tear fully, both making a game of it to see who would rip out of them first. And as the rags fell to the floor, both were filled with a sense of elation, exposing scales that were shaded to match their new self-image. For Corbyn, twin gray lines crossed and intersected into a V shape, before separating below to complete an X. With it came a confirmation of his identity, something he felt suited him well. If his partner Digimon was to become an Exveemon through their training together, then why couldn’t the same be true for his own human evolution?
Matsuo was barely aware of his friend’s new symbol, rather enamored by his own. While the veins were popping out all over his altered frame, it was a series of lightning-shaped green lines that had his attention. It seemed they were a part of his skin, and Matsuo traced his fingers over them in an effort to explore their composition. They settled over his chest, thick, flattened pecs where his nipples once sat, glowing the same green. Both hands played over the skin now, the rising green flesh more akin to a breastplate than scaled flesh. Still sporting that neon green, its shape was all too familiar, mimicking the usual champion line of Pulsemon, Bulkmon. And, like Corbyn before, he saw it as a fitting evolution to match his Digimon partner!
Being rid of their shirts, it was only their pants that remained, though the force of their backsides was soon to burst them apart as well. By now, the thickening base of reptilian tails was parting their ass cheeks just slightly as glutes firmed. It was bizarre to feel their spines popping, pushing more bone and muscle into the growths as each reached back to rub at them with reverence. The tightening in their pants rapidly grew beyond the breaking point, though each man felt eager to have them tear from their forms. Soon, only their underwear remained, pant fragments falling to the floor. Their bodies had no need for such things, however, and they were glad to be rid of them, stomping on them a little in disgust.
While nagging fragments of thought left them concerned for what they were losing, it was slowly being erased by the possibilities. Plans of walking, healthy eating, and diligence could not hope to match the power of human evolution. Even concerns for the loss of their former bodies or how they would be perceived by other people could not dissuade their determination to change. Surely their new evolutions would be the envy of anyone to came across them!
Staring at the encroaching changes, both men felt the urge to show off, flexing and rubbing themselves down as skin continued to flake away for scales. Such caused the lust to rise in their minds, cocks pushing against their underwear and threatening to burst out the front end. Yet, no shame remained in their minds even knowing they could no longer hide their leaking lengths. It felt natural to be hard in front of each other, and why not? The changes were arousing, after all, and seemed to carry a libido beyond anything they could have anticipated. Sexuality and sexual inclinations meant little in the face of such evolution, after all!
“Damn, you’re looking buff!” Matsuo remarked, giving his nearly naked buddy a once-over. Normally, Corbyn might have blushed at the compliment, though his new confidence prompted him to flex and show off. Playing his fingers down the new symbol on his chest, all Corbyn could think to say was, “Like what you see?” The previously untold level of confidence seemed to sit well with him, and it was all he could do was not to nut in his pants right there!
“This is the perfect evolution…it’s a shame no one’s around to see it!” Matsuo proclaimed, looking over the game machines with his added height. It seemed not even the heavy stomp of their new bodies was enough to draw someone’s attention. Matsuo was somewhat disappointed, almost desperate to show off to anyone who would see. And maybe encourage some others to evolve in tandem…that would be a sight to see!
By this point, the scales had largely spread all over their bodies, up to their necks, leaving only their heads bare. They had easily added several inches in height and more than a few hundred pounds of muscle in such a short span of time. Looking over each other, Matsuo couldn’t help but giggle at the idea they might have some more room to grow. Their forms were obvious, though even within relevant media, their eventual sizes would be unclear. And that was even if they changed the way at all…but with all that had happened, surely it wouldn’t stop here!
The mere notion of further change was arousing enough that they could no longer resist any urges that crept into their minds. Leaking through the fabric, both men leaned closer to drink in their heady musk, discovering a nuance to their scaly bodies that both found immensely erotic. Without thinking, the pair began to rub them together, groaning from the stimulation. It seemed their underwear was not quite ready to relent, though it would surely not take much longer as their musky lengths lanced toward each other. Hands were quickly occupied with rubbing each other’s muscles and scales, grinning with giddy delight at the results of their evolution.
A cry of shock and disgust crossed their ears from a passerby, yet neither man saw a reason to look up. It was understandable for others to be jealous, and save for using their Vital Bracelets, there was likely little anyone could do to achieve such perfection. And with their bodies in such a state, no one could physically do anything to hinder their activities. So the two took all the time they desired to explore the new contours of their beings. Thick divots and ridges along their upper arms, well-defined pecs and abs, and even the base of their still-expanding tails. Their touch was surprisingly sensual, causing both to moan as they frotted their cocks together. Even confined in their underwear, the musky stench served to turn them on further. If they kept this up, then they might even…
The force of expanding tails forced both men to groan for a moment, pulling apart their underwear as they reached back to massage the bases. Their firm touch was enough to ease the aches of bone popping and muscle stretching to keep up. Tail pointed, Matsuo looked back at the same lightning bolt neon green lines across its surface. The contours of his tail were almost shaped the same way, though he could flex it if he tried. Corbyn was distracted by playing with his own developing tail, covered with the same light blue scales that coated his sides and legs. His was thinner, though perhaps more flexible as he felt it move, creaking for its first time. Grinning wildly, Corbyn worked to make it twitch this way and that. It was almost too wide at the base, underwear being pulled down over his ass. But that was soon to fix itself as Corbyn felt his waist widening as his cock prepared to burst from its confines.
“How about we put these guns to the test?” Matsuo suddenly suggested, and Corbyn gave him a look of confusion. Not that he objected to having a little fun, but the idea of breaking anything was still unpalatable.
“There’s a strength game over there!” Matsuo exclaimed, and Corbyn nodded, curious as to what he was capable of. It appeared to come with a mallet to whack a goal in the center and send a button flying upward, measuring the force of the hit. Knowing it was made for human strength, however, Corbyn was sure their evolution would prove too much for it.
Matsuo went first, lifting a relatively heavy hammer and raising it over the button. Much to his surprise, Corbyn couldn’t keep his hands off him, exploring the range of his well-toned muscles. “Mrrff, I bet you’ll send it flying!” Corbyn teased, not sure where the words were coming from. There was no denying the truth in them, especially as Matsuo moved a scaly hand to rub his arm in return. The touch itself was arousing, welcome in a strange way that Corbyn had never felt before. But there was no going against the heat of the moment, or the heat playing over his loins.
With one hand, Matsuo slapped the mallet against the target with a crushing of plastic and metal. The force of his strike was enough to send the ball rocketing through the machine and smacking against the ceiling. Despite his previous worries, Corbyn couldn’t help but cheer, only now aware of the guttural quality of his voice.
“Good job, dude!” He declared, slapping his buddy’s shoulders. The force of it sent a numbness through his fingers, as though two of them were sticking together. It didn’t hurt, though it was confusing to have two of the digits unable to part. Raising his hand, Corbyn watched as the skin knit together, pushing the bones and joints within to combine as well. Soon, he was left with two scaled fingers instead of four, their thickness allowing his nails to extend into proper talons. He flexed them, thankful they still possessed the same level of articulation, if not a little unruly with their girth. Knuckles moved to burst from the skin, forming blue indents that accented his massive hands rather well. His thumb, while larger, was still functional as well, and Corbyn couldn’t help but find the configuration proper.
Lost in the sight of his other hand changing in the same way, Corbyn was largely ignorant of what was happening to Matsuo. The rush he felt from his show of strength caused his cock to surge, and he moaned out in a decidedly inhuman way. Unable to be contained any longer, his cock finally put enough pressure on the elastic to burst it away. His fat member was left to hang there, filling his nose with a pleasant musk. Yet, exposure to the air was enough to quickly bring him to full mast, the surge of blood causing him to moan again. It was almost too much, and still a fraction of what his cock could reach as it continued to grow.
Unsure what a Digimon’s member would look like, Matsuo was rather elated to watch it change, familiar yellow skin spreading over it. There was no hair, of course, having fallen away a while ago. Still, the cleft seemed to expand somewhat, forcing his head to extend into a point. Thick veins played under the skin, and Matsuo had to wonder if the ridges it formed were rough or mostly for show. What amazed him was that his length had reached nearly 10 inches now, still thickening as his lust rose. And it was obviously far from done if the scope of his body was any indication!
The sound of a snap caused him to turn back to Corbyn, his own bobbing blue length on full display. Light blue testicles swelled full of his virility as he rubbed them, feeling their heft and prompting a burble of pre-cum to leak out. His girth was expanding to match Matsuo’s own, light blue instead of Corbyn’s yellow. The contours of his penis possessed similar reptilian qualities, perhaps thinner than Matsuo’s own but a little longer.
The urge to get off was soon too much, and once more Corbyn was on Matsuo, his new hands gripping their cocks together expertly. Feeling them frotting together was sublime, both changing men moaning as the heady reptilian scent burned into their nostrils. Matsuo’s hands worked their way over Corbyn’s scales, loving the texture as tingles of growth teased over his body. His own fingers felt stiff, stuck together on both hands as Corbyn worked their cocks together. It was bizarre to be unable to part them, though not losing any flexibility within. The power they possessed was more than worth the loss, and he was delighted to discover his thumbs were in working order as well. Best of all, there was no hindrance to his sense of touch as he reveled in the pleasant tone over his buddy’s body.
By now, their heart rates were through the roof, lust for their bodies and changes at its zenith. There was so little left to change, bodies still enlarging as muscles swelled under the skin. They were getting gradually taller all the while, both having to adjust themselves as Corbyn jerked them off. Scales were moving to spread up their necks and chins, and any errant hairs were removed in their wake. While already wispy, the rest of their hair fell away, dissolving before it could even hit the ground. Yet, as with the rest of the changes, it was not missed, especially as they anticipated their final visages!
Tingling in their jaws caused both of them to pause for a moment, cracking them as their faces began to extend. Matsuo reached out to rub the flesh, loving the texture of scales as it worked its way forward. Crossing his eyes, he was privy to the sight of his muzzle pushing out, barely aching as his thickening neck allowed the ability for it. His nose flattened into a rounded snout, flaring to better drink in their musk. Best of all, his new muzzle allowed space for his teeth to sharpen, rows of serrated points that he was eager to bite down with. Even his glasses being forced from his face was of no consequence as Matsuo was sure he no longer required them.
Corbyn was undergoing the same with his own face, equally excited to see the blue growth in front of him. His own developing muzzle was leaner, rounded as it stretched forward. Amazed at how wide he could open it, Corbyn played his massive red tongue over sharpening teeth. Best was the toothy growths pushing from where his lips once sat, lower face covered with white scales around the blue that made up his head. Of course, his glasses weren’t meant to last on his face, but his new, red eyes didn’t seem to need them anymore.
Feeling the steady crack in his skull, Matsuo took one hand back to rub at it, feeling a series of pointed ridges forming from his head scales. They were rather fetching, making Matsuo long for a mirror. Best were the two forming from the back of his skull, thick and firm and resembling horns. He couldn’t help but run his hand over them, tracing down the row of accents leading to his new chin. He certainly didn’t need hair anymore with them in place!
Corbyn was in the process of feeling his own scaled frill forming up toward the top of his head. He, too, sprouted a pair of horns, less firm but no less fetching over the back of his skull. An itching of scales over the top of his muzzle left him to reach up, Matsuo giggling as he remarked, “That V pattern suits you!” to which Corbyn couldn’t help but blush despite his newfound confidence. With his fang indents and massive eyes, Corbyn was sure his visage was rather handsome and was excited to discover what he looked like in his own eyes. One change was soon to be evident to him, however, as a lump forced its way up from the bridge of his nose. Reaching up to massage it, Corbyn wasn’t expecting a sharp horn to burst from the tip, sticking up past the top of his head. He rubbed it a little, enjoying how sharp it was and how much he resembled one of his favorite Digimon.
A slight ache in his shoulders caused him to suddenly reach back, Matsuo letting go of their cocks to see it as well. It seemed the massive muscles were starting to spasm, as though something was pushing through the skin. While their source should have been obvious, the force of muscle bursting outward was a little alarming, parting the skin without blood or pain. Still, the growth was rapid, and Corbyn looked back as two white extensions made their presence known. With some focus, he could move them a little, the bones within curving behind his back before a flap of membrane worked its way into twin points. It took him a moment to understand what he had grown before he flapped them, having forgotten about this particular feature.
“Man, think I can fly with these?” Corbyn wondered out loud, though not wanting to try in the confines of the room. If they were outside, however, they would be eager, something he could never have imagined wanting, but something he was elated to experiment with now that it was possible.
Admiring his friend’s changes, Matsuo was a little surprised to discover a tingling playing over his skin, as though something was forming out of digital energy. It seemed to settle over his hands, and Matsuo removed them from Corbyn’s body, watching as the sight of black leather came into being. It was amazing to discover a pair of leather gloves forming seamlessly over his hands, fitting perfectly over his twin fingers and thumb. A metal ring tied the two parts together, and Matsuo flexed his hands, finding the leather fit him perfectly. The same sensation started playing over his face, Matsuo pulling back so that Corbyn could look as well.
“This is awesome!” Matsuo growled as a metal helmet took shape over his rostrum. Pulling back into three-pronged spikes, the black metal hardened into place over his features. It was amazing how well it fit, almost part of his own body. Unlike Corbyn’s head, the lightning-shaped horn adorning his head was part of his helmet, though no less part of his field of vision.
Grunting in his deeper voice, Matsuo could perceive a series of green spines erupting between his shoulders, serrated in the familiar lightning bolt shapes that existed on other areas of his body. Even as well as he could flex, Matsuo was a little disappointed he couldn’t turn around to touch them, though such was irrelevant to how amazing it felt to grow them. They sat behind his shoulders well, green and yellow and completing the look of his Bulkmon persona. Any feature to add to his proper evolution was considered welcome and made him too horny to hold back for much longer!
A surge within their cocks brought their attention to the most important aspect of the change, both moaning in their more bestial tone. It seemed their members were even larger than before, lancing against their pecs as they engorged with blood. The pressure of growth was nearly enough to make them nut right there! Both took their clawed hands to their cocks, rubbing them together and against their bulking pecs. It was hard to think of anything better than the pleasure of the moment, both allowing themselves to fall over the edge. Testicles tensed before blowing two thick geysers of semen into the air, coating the pair of them in white, pungent fluid. To them, it was the best scent in the world, both drowning in the pleasant miasma and growling their sexual euphoria. Their stamina clearly matched their evolved bodies, and all they could do was bask in the moment, glad for their completion.
Coming down from the most potent release of their lives, the two gazed at each other, wide grins crossing massive muzzles. Some realization of what had happened persisted in their minds, that they had been human and had evolved into what they perceived was a more advanced being. Such things did not exist in the world as they knew it. Yet, no amount of self-reflection could bring them to fear the changes. It simply felt right to have evolved into these new forms, natural and desirable as they continued to explore their new muscle mass.
Reaching up to full height, Matsuo moaned from the shock as his horn hit the ceiling, figuring he must have been closer to three meters tall to manage that. Corbyn stood up as well, nearly the same height. Rather than concern, the two were more elated that they had grown so tall, even if it meant they would have trouble fitting into their own homes! And they were sure it was needed, given the size of the cocks they now possessed. Somewhat tired now, the pair felt their members deflating, hanging floppy, and showing off their maleness. While it would once have been embarrassing to be exposed in such a way, neither man could bring themselves to care, waving them around a little as they stamped their feet and swished their tails. Regardless of how the world would see them, they were obviously proud of their forms!
The beeping sound of a notification caused both men to come to from their post-orgasmic reverie. Grinning, Matsuo looked down at his watch, seeing his Digital Avatar glowing once more. It was impressive that the strap was able to manage to stay on throughout the changes, as though it had stretched in real-time. “I’m glad we didn’t lose these!” Matsuo said in his newer, deeper voice.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to abandon the little guys! Hey, wait, check this out!” Corbyn declared, raising his watch to show Matsuo what had happened. While part of him knew what to expect, it still elated him to see a pixelated version of Exveemon on his own screen, reminding him very much of his own new body. Grinning, he raised his arm to show off to Corbyn, while looking over to see the Bulkmon avatar that had evolved from his Pulsemon. Had they evolved at the moment of climax? That would have been an amazing coincidence!
“Looks like they made it to Champion Level today, after all,” Matsuo said, grinning. The idea that they could directly influence their partner’s evolution was an appealing one, viewing the Digital avatars as actual life forms. Or perhaps, it was they who had evolved the pair of them into more appropriate forms. Either way, it mattered little beyond the excitement of their shared existence.
“What should we do now? Help them get to Ultimate?” Corbyn asked aloud, looking down at his vital bracket. He couldn’t help but massage his arms, excited to possess such muscle and masculinity.
“Or maybe…I wonder if we know anyone else who would like to try one on?” Matsuo posed, thinking of all his friends who were fans of Digimon. And perhaps ones that would be interested in human evolution if only given the chance…