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Scatch is an original character who belongs to Meister_Li.

Digital Takeover, by DragonMasterX.

"Hurry your pretty little butt, Scatch. How long do you think I can stand here without looking suspicious?" Clive was the type of Gazimon who wasn't above breaking and entering just to make a quick buck. He was also a particularly burly and large type of Gazimon, which made him a great wall but also an attention magnet.

"Hold your horses, Clive. This stupid padlock broke nearly all of my lock-picks. Think you can do better?" Scatch wasn't the kind of Gatomon who would buckle under pressure, but she certainly could do without the additional hassle. "Fuck. There goes the last one," she twitched an eye at the shattered metal pick once a clink sealed the tool's fate. "I told you to get me quality tools. Can't work with this, you know?"

"Shut your trap, squirt, you told me to get lock picks, that's what I got'cha. Shoulda done your own shopping!" Clive shot back at the much smaller feline, folding his arms to calm down and look down at his wristwatch to do his best at remaining subtle.

"Oh. You mean while I was whiskers up in Grease Monkey's turf getting intel on this place? Or while I nearly lost my tail running away from his goons after you made that big scene at the entrance to his garage?" Scatch grumbled impatiently, kicking the taller Digimon on the shins out of frustration.

"Will you lay off me already? So I got caught, I had to defend myself!" Clive grunted at his partner, barely feeling her attack to his muscled legs. "More importantly, is this it? Do we have to look for another entrance?" he craned his neck back, looking at the imposing building right behind them. It was an old, decrepit office building no taller than two stories. "Place looks a lot more likely to be demolished than a hosting a treasure hunt, if you know what I mean."

"That's exactly why we gotta get inside and scour the place. There's some serious tech in here, could get us a couple million bits. No, make that more than a couple," Scatch wasn't a canine, but her nose was good at sniffing out treasure. "Grease Monkey wants to build a new cabaret or whatever here. Heard him say they didn't find anything special even though this joint used to be a main server some thirty odd years ago, so they're gonna blow it up soon. That sounds like his typical cronies doing their best at being unable to tell the difference between an edible egg and a Digitamamon."

"I get it, I get it," Clive rolled his eyes, losing his enthusiasm the second his partner got long-winded. "Look, shrimp, I'm pretty sure those guys are gonna come around soon. We're in the damn middle of their operation; and they won't forget my face in just a day."

"Hmph, or your big dumb muscle-head either!" Scatch sharply responded, this time sticking her tongue up at the Gazimon, who glared down at her. The feline ignored Clive and turned back to the door, "No way around it. You're paying for my manicure if I break a nail!" she said, taking one of her thick-clawed gloves off before unsheathing her index finger's much lighter, natural cat claw. Pressing her ear to the side of the padlock, she leaned down and inserted her claw into the padlock, smiling as she heard positive clicking and clacking. After a moment of skillful finger wiggling, the lock finally released. Scatch was quick to swipe her free hand under the padlock so that it wouldn't fall off its chains and make a racket.

"You got it?" Clive gasped in surprise, rolling his shoulders as he turned to look at his partner deal with the chains before she dumped all of it in his arms. "Hmph. You gonna fit through that little window?"

Scatch casually blew dust off her cat claw before sheathing it back. She slipped her green glove back on and rested her hands on her hips while giving Clive a flat stare. "Make up your goddamn mind, Clive. Am I little or big to you?"

"No reason you can't be both. Short stacks are a turn on, ya know," Clive's smartass smirk only managed to irk Scatch, which made him chuckle.

"Just put the chains back on and put the lock back on soft," Scatch instructed as she opened the unlocked window, "Looks like this'll drop me off at the basement level. Good, it's probably where the guys working here kept their hardware."

"Take care not to get eaten by a rat or something, squirt," Clive added as Scatch began making her way through.

"Take care not to get run over by a car 'cause you're checking a LadyDevimon's tits again," Scatch said before disappearing into the darkness.

Clive chuckled and shook his head, quickly replacing the chain and padlock without actually locking it down. All he had to do now was wait for a call, so he decided hop over to the next street for a snack. He had to remain inconspicuous after all.

The abandoned building basement air felt stale. Scatch couldn't see anything, so she fished a head piece out of her shorts' pocket and turned on its flashlight. Immediately she reeled back and hit the wall behind her with a gasp. "Goddamnit!" she exclaimed with a hand over her mouth after she found thick spider webs weaving silky traps all over. "Did they have an Arukenimon working here...? They sure weren't in a hurry to clean when they left this place to rot."

Looking around after calming down, Scatch sighed, "Should keep quiet," she told herself, "Might be no one at home, but that doesn't mean I've a free pass to scream my lungs out."

The basement was a dark and lightly humid corridor, just as Scatch had pictured. Cracks in the concrete walls and the ever present silence unnerved the feline, but the promise of finding valuables kept her going. Scatch was very handy with infiltrations and knowing people were around made it easier to move about since she was conscious she needed to remain undetected. Sneaking around in the dark was second nature for her. But being completely alone in an office that could come crashing down if a Drimogemon did so much as pass by digging a hole nearby was enough to keep the cat on edge.

Even after passing the stairs leading up to the first floor of the building, Scatch was remiss in leaving to check upstairs. After all, her research indicated all the old servers and monitoring stations were done in the level she was in. She had to turn back at the end of the empty corridor, heading down the opposite way.

Over the course of her search, Scatch found a total of three rooms. Two of them were empty closets, one having an old bucket and empty trash can and the other a mop and a broom. She figured those were concierge rooms. The third room was a bit more spacious, but entirely empty. Scatch sighed in disappointed. "Another dead end..." Scatch's ears splayed over her head as she looked at the walls. "This is weird. Couldn't find the plans for this place, but there should still be something left over..." she walked around the room, feeling the walls to look for a hidden switch or perhaps a pressure tile on the floor. She quickly gave up after two trips around.

"Is this really it?" the Gatomon hit her face with her paw, reaching down for her phone to check the sources she had pulled out of the local network database. "This place was allegedly conducting some very shady data conversion experiments while masquerading as a server for the human world's connection," she reviewed while sliding down on the articles she had saved on her phone, "They couldn't have gotten rid of all of it... Could they? No, there must be something else to this place."

Scatch resolved to check the corridor a second time, refusing to go upstairs once again. She outstretched her arms, walking with both palms dragging and pressing against the walls while her feet stepped a little harder than usual. Her flashlight eventually illuminated the end of the corridor opposite to the three earlier rooms. She sighed at the dead end and turned around, ready to follow back to the other rooms, when something occurred to her. "If I wanted to hide illegal tech or data, where would I put it?" a smile curled on her lips as she narrowed her sparkling eyes. "Right where you'd expect it to be, or the last place someone would look?" Scatch thought out loud while approaching the dead end.

She put her hand out, pressing it against the oblique wooden beam crossing over the wall. Scatch grunted at first when she didn't see any switch depressing, but she rapidly blinked in surprise when she heard the wall budge a little. "Not a switch..." Scatch murmured, adding her second hand to the board and pushed. The wall budged a little again, as if a section of it was dislodged from the rest of it, but it would not move back. "Crud, am I not strong enough?" she groaned, trying to put the entire weight of her body against the wall to push it back. "C'monnn...! Stupid Clive and his dumb shrimp comments. I'm the Champion level. This shouldn't be a problem...!"

Still no matter how much effort Scatch put behind her shoves, the wall would budge only a little before settling back in. The Gatomon was ready to give up, when another thought made her stop trying entirely. Gripping the wood hard, she focused on pulling back. After hearing a click that made her ears twitch, Scatch saw a section of the wall come out and swivel like a door. She quietly let go and bit her lower lip with a blush. "I... just had to pull..." she grumbled impatiently, her tail dragging along the floor as she walked through the opening while feeling embarrassed.

"Gosh, and I was so pumped to celebrate my discovery! Idiot..." Scatch chastised herself as she traversed an even narrower corridor than before. This one provided a couple of simple turns before the area ahead of her stretched into a new hidden room. The Gatomon treasure-hunter recovered her hopeful sparkle once she started seeing thick cabling sprouting from the walls around her. She stepped forwards faster, her face widening into a bright grin as she discovered tables and racks with old looking computer and parts connected in a rather retro looking setup. "Jackpot!" she quietly celebrated, hurrying to the largest display she could see.

With a simple bump against a keyboard with her hand, Scatch came upon a surprising sight. Her eyes widened as the entire room suddenly lit up. Her fur stood on end as loud whirring made her flinch. Scatch quickly noted the mechanical parts on that old computer station settling into quieter operation after the startup. "Wait..." she murmured as she leaned onto the table while wiping a thick layer of dust off the glowing display. "This isn't booting up. It's resuming from a sleeping period... dating more than a decade ago?!"

The data on screen didn't lie. The entire setup had been on rest mode for a long time, consuming a pitiful amount of energy. Scatch held back her urge to whistle at the amazingly functional condition of the equipment even after so long with such little maintenance. Reaching over to grab the mouse, she curiously clicked on the machine's diagnostics sheet, further awing herself with the archaic technology making up the entire setup. "The micro-processor's been busy... They left it on all this time, but doing what?"

With every click, Scatch advanced through one directory after another, glossing over file and folders with dates on them that verified the computer room's age. "This isn't any revolutionary tech at all..." Scatch frowned, her eyes darting around the screen as she snooped around for anything worth taking. "This thing's at write memory capacity. Must have a ton of data in it..." Scatch reached into her pocket, pulling out a flash drive. "Maybe I can analyze it back home. Just gotta... What?! No USB ports anywhere?!"

Scatch frantically looked around, but no matter where she looked, the only thing she could see was a column of floppy disk slots. "Crud, this thing's really old..." she grunted, putting her flash drive down on the desk with one hand while holding her face out of frustration with the other. Scatch grumbled and impatiently started gliding her hands over the keyboard, furiously key stroking on a command window in hopes of unearthing anything of value that she could at least make an excuse to go get an old disk for. "What's this process?" she focused on a strange programmed task she had never heard of before, "Must be what this thing's been busy doing for all these years..."

After changing the display's focus to the strange task, Scatch was greeted with a very unusual screen filled to the brim with numbers. There was no pattern to them, but it was clear the program running in the background was constantly measuring them. These numbers had been steadily growing with every calculation the processor had carried out, and the results were being forwarded to an outside connection even now. "What the hell? This is..." Scatch gasped, "...it's old as hell, but it's very efficient about it. This thing's processing so fast it could put state of the art stuff to shame! How can something so ancient be so good? I... I've gotta take this program with me!"

Scatch was growing anxious. She had no idea how she'd get her paws on a floppy disk in this day and age. She didn't have the time to go out and search for one; the owner of this building was going to have it renovated at all. "And talking sense to freaking Grease Butt Monkey won't get me anywhere..." Scatch bit down on a curled finger. She bounced off the desktop and searched her surroundings for any sort of old fashioned storage device, but whatever she found was either denaturalized or broken down. She briefly ruminated on how miraculous it was that the system was still running after so long at all.

Grabbing onto her head, Scatch was about to break down in despair. "This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Forget making millions, we'd be swimming in billions if we sell this kind of tech...!" the Gatomon grunted, pacing back and forth while weighing options, thinking about any of her contacts being able to hook her up with a disk on such short notice. During her aimless pacing, Scatch's feet got tangled up with a long cable, which made her trip and fall with a thud.

"Damnit!" Scatch hissed at her scraped knee, but the pain numbed in favor of what her eyes were suddenly looking at from their position at the ground. "An old Ethernet cable..." the Gatomon held the cable coil up, looking between the machine and it. "Oh Scatch, you're a bright little kitty!" her face lit up with a big toothy grin.

It took her a little while, but she managed to find an undamaged Ethernet port on the setup's old router. First, Scatch tested the cable was properly working and then, she unplugged one of the ends, holding it to her mouth open mouth. Scatch was hesitant at first. This rudimentary way of data transfer had been abandoned for a long, long time. "Just got to be careful to take only what I need. Keep it stored in my tertiary memory nodes, then I can safely extract it back home..." With external data storage, there was no need to physically intermingle data between digital beings and procurement stations such as these old servers anymore. It was deemed too risky in the past. But Scatch had been left with no other choice.

"Welp... Bottoms up!" With the Ethernet cable in her mouth, Scatch closed her eyes and focused on accessing the directory she had found the executable in alongside its data dumps. The process wasn't any different to sucking through a straw, except instead of extracting all of the data in the machine, Scatch was getting only what she wanted. Unbeknownst to the Gatomon, however, a little bug had hitched a ride along the data transfer. Since Digimon had their own types of immunities, the bug had to mimic the data signature of the program Scatch was attempting to assimilate. In doing so, the bug acquired the program's own properties, thus rapidly increasing its efficiency and multiplicative rate. Before Scatch knew it, her body was a host to an entire colony of these bugs, which would not stop accumulating and integrating into the Gatomon as part of her being.

"This is strange..." Scatch frowned, eyes still closed, as she felt a strange taste in her mouth. The data overflow was causing some of it to spill against her inner cheeks, making them bloat out. Eventually she couldn't hold it in anymore and coughed the cable out alongside a bizarre looking cloud of purplish matter that instantly dissipated in the air. "What the...?!" Scatch exclaimed, seeing only a fraction of the strange phenomenon. "What was that? What did I...? Ugh! My stomach..." the feline fell to her knees, holding onto her belly. "Crap. I was so excited... Got careless, didn't sweep for viruses...!" she groaned.

As a vaccine type Digimon, she was more resilient to viruses than data types. This resistance however did not mean she was completely immune. "Gotta get to a doctor..." The feeling in her stomach was starting to intensify. It was like a tingling sensation spreading out like an army of tiny ants crawling around in her insides. "Wh-what kind of virus is this...?!" she yelled out, her voice drowned by a moan as she suddenly began swelling outward.

Scatch felt her sweater and short shorts become tighter around her body. The bands of her sneaking socks were already stretching audibly against her ankles. "Can't stop it...!" she whimpered with every little growth spurt she went through. The Gatomon looked at her gloves as the green fabric clung to her fingers, outlining them more and more clearly with every passing second. Tears began to visibly sprout all over her clothes as she rose in height. Even with her anthropomorphic form, Scatch wasn't a particularly tall Digimon, but she was quickly approaching the size of a fully grown human adult.

As a result of the increasing size, her shoulders tugged the pullover sweater up, exposing her mid-riff. At the same time, her shorts were sucked in by her buttocks, making the buttoned fly pop open whilst the fabric clung to her lean thighs. Scatch could barely stand, the socks tightly clenched around her feet and making them hurt.

"Crud, I can't take it... anymore...!" With a frustrated grunt, Scatch reached down to tear out her socks, but the violent move coupled with her expanding flesh pushing things out ended knocking her phone out of her pocket. "Ahh!" the Gatomon exclaimed, swiping her claw but failing to catch the device before it hit the floor; having to constantly adjust the gradual changes in perspectives because of her enlarging size was really messing up her perception!

With a couple of loud cracks the phone smashed against the floor and bounded onto a wall. It didn't shatter, but once Scatch managed enough concentration to pick it up she saw the screen not just cracked but black; and she couldn't get the phone to boot either. "This piece of junk! How am I gonna tell numbskull up there to help me out now?! Ahhh...!" she couldn't rant for long thanks to the bug making her body constantly grow and wreaking havoc with her senses.

Her headset also fell off once her head and ears got big enough to push it off. Scatch managed to be more attentive this time, but now she couldn't help but notice how small the gadgets in her grip looked like. "This virus's not quittin'! I'm already bigger than a Renamon... In a few secs I'll get as big as Clive if this doesn't stop. I gotta get out of here before I get too big for that!"

Determined to not become an oversized and much squished prisoner, Scatch pointed the improvised flashlight down the exit corridor and stifled growls of reluctant pleasure while doing her best to walk out. "J-just who makes a virus for this sorta thing?!" she complained as she quickly found out she had to step in sideways to fit through the narrower stretches of corridors, where her hips and shoulders now snugly cut it too close to walk forwards normally.

At the point she came through the secret entrance, Scatch put her height somewhere around 6'6"; a veritable boost to the average Gatomon size; even the anthro kinds. "This isn't gonna end well. My exit was the window I came through... and not only am I too freaking big for the window, but even if I wasn't, I have no way to get Clive to take care of the lock..." Scatch frowned and put a finger to her scrunched forehead, summoning patience and calmness in the face of uncertainty. Popping an eye open and directing the headset light towards the set of stairs she kept ignoring earlier, Scatch sighed. "No way around it, I've gotta... nnghh!" she groaned, the cotton, thick-clawed gloves around her hands finally shredding alongside her socks. Her body simply refused to stop growing!

Scatch dropped the head piece in the midst of that spurt, so she had to scoop it up in her naked and trembling hand paws. "This can't go on for long. Just how much am I going to grow...? How big will I get?" she shuddered to think about the results since with two pairs of articles already destroyed, there was no doubt in her mind that at this rate she'd end up stark naked. The 7ft. tall, scantily dressed amazon wearily climbed the stone steps up to the door at the top. Even as a feline it was hard to retain her balance when her legs were proverbially turning into logs of mush thanks to the intensity of strange energy swirling around her core and empowering her.

Part of Scatch wanted to deny it. There was no way this was safe. Each Digimon had base parameters and bounds for clear reasons, and she had clearly exceeded many of the standard specs for her species more than thirty inches ago. Another incipient side of her, however, was relishing the experience. It was a simple call to her more primal instincts, one which embraced the greater strength gained from additional size. The conflict was very basic. It was fear of the incontrollable versus the rush of power. Scatch had to keep her mouth covered to stop herself from moaning out loud.

Each growth spurt was announced by her body shuddering all over before she would expand in every direction at once. The swelling wasn't just physically pleasurable, it also made her heart and mind race, building up anticipation and rewarding her with even more power that her body couldn't contain any other way than by increasing in size.

Climbing the stairs had become something akin to an odyssey for the huge cat. Not only had the enlarged size made her lose herself in the feeling, but simply taking steps with her naked feet revealed the enhanced sensitivity to them. Scatch just wanted to let go and fall on her back instead of struggling to keep her movements cohesive. "Why is this taking forever? It's just a simple flight of stairs damnit!" she berated herself in her mind for letting herself be seduced by the momentary bliss. Scatch had convinced herself she needed medical attention; she had no time to dawdle.

Between eagerness and impatience, the Gatomon called upon all of her will power at once, receiving a burst of speed to her sluggish steps. In a couple of leaps, Scatch had made it to the door leading to the first floor. She had jumped with such power however that she didn't have time to redirect or slow down her trajectory. She struck the door with her knee so hard she went right through the wood with a thud.

"What the hell?!" an Elecmon in a suit on his way to the old pantries ended reeling away from the basement door. He fanned the dust away while coughing and eventually found a girl wearing very tight, revealing clothes on the floor ahead of him. "Whu-what? The hell are you...? Oh..." he stopped talking and started taking steps back as the Gatomon rubbing her head in pain rose up to her feet. She was tall; very tall. In fact, the Elecmon had to crane his head back because the inappropriately dressed girl absolutely loomed over him!

"Agh, that freaking hurt!" Scatch picked some wooden splinters and dusted her fur off, grunting not so much at the pain of having crashed through a closed door but the humiliation of having pulled such a brutish move. "The heck?!" she exclaimed with shock at two very different things.

One, Scatch could see not just the finely dressed Elecmon in front, but also several other guys she also clearly identified as Grease Monkey's cronies in the main hall of the first floor. "They're moving the old and falling apart furniture out?! How cheap can these guys get?!" Scatch grunted in her mind at the inconvenience of having caused a scene when her job was meant to be sneaky.

Two, and most baffling of all, Scatch had shot an entire foot taller in an instant. She was sure she had been growing at a steady although gradual pace before, but between the climb and standing up on the first floor she was now clearly over eight foot tall! Her pullover had shrunk so badly against her upper torso that her breasts were starting to become visible under the painfully overstretched wool. Most of her forearms were visible now with the cuffs of her sweater clenching down at her elbows, the rest of the sleeves distorted around her arms. Her short shorts were becoming an indivisible line cutting around her thighs and butt, generously showing more fur than what was likely appropriate. And the worst part was that the look all those goons were giving her. "D-don't you have anywhere else to stare?!" A blushing Scatch yelled while uselessly attempting to cover up with her arms and tail.

"Didn't know the bawss was keepin' the big ladies stashed in this dump, heh!" one of the Goblimon in the group chuckled at the distressed, nearly nude amazon.

A Gotsumon's rocky jaw crunched impatiently, "Don't be daft, man! This place's getting blown to hell soon, the dame shouldn't be here!"

"This day just keeps getting better..." Scatch sarcastically thought, raising her eyes from the group of mooks to the nearest exit. The hall wasn't far away; just behind the perverted slack-jawed Goblimon she heard first. If she had been her usual self, dashing through all of them would've been cake. Now she wasn't sure she could even walk ahead without barreling them over. "...wait..." her eyes widened at the thought. Scatch gave herself another look and realized the tallest member of the group, a burly Ogremon that her partner Clive would have fun arm-wrestling, barely reached up to her nose at this point. The Gatomon's wry smile began to brighten as she realized this wasn't such a bad turnout after all.

She took a couple steps backwards as the little mob encroached her, saying nothing as she used the sound of her final vestiges of clothing ripping to measure her growth. Her ears splayed against her head as bit by bit, Scatch could feel her top garments tear down while her hissing calmed down as her shorts snapped and came apart. Her nudity didn't bother her as much when she came up with the perfect moment to make her escape.

By the time the Elecmon who was at the front of the group made it to Scatch, he couldn't help but notice she had grown even larger. It was confirmed when he saw what remained of her strained outfit fall off with a loud snap. "Wait, seriously?! Guys!" he turned around, "Get..."

But Scatch intercepted and kicked into a dash, "Out of my way!" she yelled, charging down the hallway with her 9ft. tall frame. Every heavy stomp damaged the old wooden boards covering the floor, and even though she hadn't bulked up throughout her expansion, Scatch's relatively gigantic body managed to bowl through all of the mobsters. She cut around the corner of the corridor and quickly made her way down the hall towards the open door. "Yes! They left it open, finally something's going well...!"

When the exceedingly tall Gatomon made it outside, the late afternoon had given way to dusk. Scatch didn't want to attract any more attention to herself than she already had, so instead of directly crossing the street she went around the office building and escaped through an alleyway seldom transited by pedestrians. "I gotta make it to Clive, he can call his healer friend! Ooooh, where's the knucklehead?!" she grumbled after making it to their meeting point. With how late it was outside she didn't need her phone to know she had spent enough silent time to make him come to the back alley they had chosen to meet in in case something went wrong.

"Nnghh... s-still getting bigger...! S-stop it already!" Scatch commanded her body, but instead of listening she only surged taller still, creeping near the 10ft. mark by now. She flinched as she saw a shadow moving around the corner and slapped her mouth shut before a loud moan gave her away. Carefully stepping back, Scatch soon hit the alley wall behind her and immediately regretting not being able to hide behind dumpsters anymore. The more the shadow approached however, she began to notice familiar features that she instantly recognized.

From around the corner appeared none other than Clive. The large Gazimon walked closer while wiping a backhand over his forehead in relief. "Damn, squirt," he said, not seeing Scatch properly yet, "Heard a commotion back there, sounds like a beast escaped the office. How'd ya get out without...?" Clive's pace slowed to a stop as did his talking when he noticed the bright blue eyes of his partner not below, not in front, but quite a ways above him. "Holy Azulongmon balls!"

"Shut your loud face, nitwit!" Scatch swiped an arm forwards to silence the vociferating brute, her hand-paw actually able to wrap around Clive's face now. "Nngh, sorry..." she murmured while softening her grip, eventually letting go. "But what the heck's up with the yelling? Keep it down!"

"The heck's up with you?" Clive's whispering came off rather harsh, "What's with that height? And it's not like you to streak."

"That is..." Scatch was about to explain, but her cheeks flushed deep red as she realized she was baring it all to Clive whose tact could be equaled to a supercharged steamroller. "S-stop staring! Ugh, I thought I'd be happy to see you but you're making me so mad already!"

"Whoa, now you're the one raising your voice," Clive lifted his hands in a defensive gesture, sighed and turned around, "Look, you can't blame me for being surprised. Thought you were in trouble since you weren't picking up on your phone. Next thing I know you're at our meeting spot taller than a freaking Greymon? Cut me some slack and fill me in maybe?"

"Fine..." Scatch grumbled and rolled her eyes with her cheeks puffed out. She still felt self-conscious with her figure nude, "Nnghh...!" Very little time was given for Scatch to compose herself, and soon enough the growth that had never ceased gave her another strong spurt, making her climb to a dozen feet tall. "I think I got a virus in me that's making me bigger. Had to do a manual data transfer with an old Ethernet cable with uh... my tertiary memory as storage."

"You did what?" Clive blinked in surprise and turned his head, getting his face smacked by Scatch's long tail, "Ow!"

"Don't look."

"Fine! Sheesh," Clive rubbed his cheek with a frown and a growl, "Heard of that before. Isn't that dangerous? Is why you got that flash drive with you, don'tcha? Why the hell would you use your own...?"

Scatch intercepted with impatience, "Why the heck do you think I used my body for the program and risked infection? Freaking system was so old it didn't proper slots! Now stow the stupid questions for later, ahhh..." Scatch couldn't stop a moan of pleasure as she shot up another couple feet taller, her entire body shivering as her back slid up against the brick wall with the expansion. "Y-you got a friend that deals vaccines for this kind of stuff, right? Call them! I can't go to a legit healer. They'll see the program I downloaded!"

"Wait, you got it? You actually found usable stuff?"

"Not just usable stuff, it's THE usable stuff, Clive," Scatch grinned a little, basking in pride among all the recent bad news, "Why do you think I risked infection to get it? Just gotta upload and compile it at my computer and I'll... mnngh...!"

"Holy fuck, are those your claws scratching along the ground? What're you...?" Clive silenced himself when one look at the side showed him Scatch's enlarging shadow, which made him shudder as he now realized the gravity of the situation.

"Y-yeah, so call your buddy, c'mon! There's no time!" Scatch pleaded, "This keeps up and forget about sticking out like a sore thumb, I'll be the elephant in the freaking city!"

"Right so... the thing about Doodles," Clive scratched his head and sheepishly smiled, not that Scatch could see it. "He's kind of out on vacation. Like a really long one. Grease Monkey's got a bounty on his head after he sold 'im crap restoratives, so Doodles is lying low for now."

With an eyebrow twitching, Scatch's hand-paws unsheathed her claws, which dug onto the brick walls as if they were made of cardboard. "Are any of your contacts useful for anything?!" she shouted out in frustration.

"Heard something down this alley! Might be this way!" a distant voice called out, but the gigantic Scatch was easily able to pick it up with her cat ears. She immediately regretted losing her temper.

"Oh crap, do you hear that? Footsteps!" Clive took a couple steps back as the footsteps got louder. Soon enough the accomplices were both brightly illuminated by flashlights.

"Found 'er! And it's the no-good Gazimon making trouble at the boss's too!" one of the mobsters called out.

"She's even bigger than before!"

"Why wuz she at the old office? Place wuz empty, gunna get asploded to smithereens tomorrow."

"They working with each other?"

"Who cares!" the arguing died down as the Ogremon Scatch had seen earlier called out from between the mob, "Take them both down! The boss'll want them to answer some questions!" Suddenly, abilities and weapons were brandished, and there was no escape in sight.

"Holy hell, did you have to shout that loud?!" Clive reprimanded as he raised his hands in a panic while backpedaling towards his gigantic partner.

"It's because you piss me off so much, you no-good knucklehead!" Scatch groaned, using her vantage point to survey the area ahead of them, and she thought of using the same strategy as before. She was even bigger now, but there was even less space to maneuver in and this time the enemy was ready for her. Even with her huge size she wasn't going to come out unscathed, especially if she had to carry Clive with her.

"Well, no way around it, babe!" Clive laughed to keep his nerves at bay. The Gazimon cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck with a much less fearful smile than before, "I'm not really up to listening to Grease Monkey give me a talk."

"Ugh... I hate this!" Scatch stomped her heavy foot down, cracking the concrete floor below her, "I don't wanna fight naked!"

"Hey, what's a little fan service every so often?" Clive joked up at his giant partner, who lowered her tail and wrapped it around his neck. The Gazimon was pulled up for Scatch to grab by the collar of his jacket as she gave him a deathly glare. "Ah... hah. Got a bit carried away there?"

"Just enough to make me not regret doing this!" Scatch announced before she leaned back and suddenly hurled Clive forwards like a huge boulder.

"Oh shiiit!" the Gazimon roared and braced with the little time Scatch gave him. No one in the surprised group of mobsters expected the giant Gatomon to turn her partner into a cannonball, so not only were they unable to stop him but he cleanly knocked them all down on impact. "Strike!" Scatch pumped her free fist up with a smile and took off running past the momentarily incapacitated group, picking up a stunned Clive on the way out.

"Oww, fuck, I think I cracked a rib..." Clive grunted.

"Don't be such a drama queen! Your big dumb head took most of them down!" Scatch reprimanded as she ran down the alleyway, having a really hard time picking up speed when her concentration waned every time her body prepared another surge of growth. She had already doubled her size since she had exited the office, and it didn't look like she was going to stop soon. "Nnghh, what are we gonna do? That just bought us time!"

"Please not another Cliveball," the still pained Gazimon begged, "Just a suggestion."

"Hey! She's over there!" another familiar voice made Scatch's ears perk up in attention.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" The progressively larger 20ft. tall giantess was having a really tough time rationing why these mooks were so intent on catching her. "How many bozos did that stupid Etemon have moving furniture out at that office?"

"Not sure if we'll be able to hide, tonight, babe," the Gazimon explained while looking around, "Not with you getting bigger and bigger like this!"

"Shoot, you're right! I was wondering how I was gonna fit my massive butt in a hollow tree or something!" Scatch sarcastically responded, turning to make a getaway but she soon found each and every path blocked by more and more mooks. "What's with these reinforcements?!"

"Gonna go out on a limb and say they wanna know what you found in that basement," Clive mentioned, "That guy really has a lot of hands working for him."

"Grrr..." Scatch growled as the situation rapidly became overwhelming. She felt like a cornered animal with dozens of hunters ready to shoot or stab her if they had to. With every step closer, her anxiety grew. Scatch knew she couldn't throw Clive again, and she wasn't big enough yet to get through this many people.

"Don't have to be a Vademon to know Gatomon don't grow this fast," the Ogremon adjusted his oversized jaw as he came out of the alleyway, "You found something we missed inside that building. Give it up. You have nowhere to go, kitty cat! This entire city belongs to Grease Monkey. Where are you gonna hide?!"

Scatch had no answer, and the more she thought about it the less she liked her situation. She had always been used to being inconspicuous because of her small size, which made it perfect for her job as a thief. Now that she was growing bigger and bigger with every passing second, the option of making her way out of the city with the "treasure" she had acquired seemed very inexistence. But she didn't want to give up just yet. Something deep within her was telling her to go on and to fight for what was rightfully hers.

"Got nothing to say?" the Ogremon insisted.

"Cat got yer tongue? Ahahaha!" another mook Scatch couldn't see mocked, eliciting a holler of laughter which just served to further piss her off.

"Clive..." Scatch started, a malicious grinning replacing her worried expression as she brought her partner up to her shoulder, "Hold onto your pretty little butt."

"Nice of ya to give me a warning this time but..." the Gazimon clutched his hands onto Scatch's shoulder, starting to notice that she wasn't covering herself up any longer. "Oh shit," he gasped.

"Outta my way!" Scatch hissed like a furious cat, jumping ahead to knock the biggest group in front of her and scatter them. "You want a fight?" she asked the mobsters all together, "Come get some!"

Those that hadn't been knocked off their feet by the shockwave caused by Scatch's tremendous landing prepared to lob their projectiles or strike with their weapons. They charged down the giantess, who had only to sweep her leg around to kick them away alongside waves of detached bricks and concrete shards.

Scatch growled as she felt a series of energy projectiles and other ranged attacks impact her back, making her flinch in pain. She panted, turning her attention to her aggressors but was unable to move when she found she was being pinned down by several of the stronger members of the enemy team. "Damnit, get off!" she kicked her legs with difficulty, hissing again as she brought up her arms to deflect direct damage from more incoming blasts.

If a bit slow, she felt extremely durable. Scatch was fully aware her expansion hadn't stopped, but now the adrenaline of battle superseded the lustful sensations she had been feeling earlier. In fact, the two had merged into one rush which she couldn't ignore any longer. The anger and frustration had fueled her violent outburst, but now she truly felt how much of a difference her size made.

It didn't matter how many powerful Digimon tried to hold her down. 22ft. tall, 24, 26, 28... the larger she became, the easier it became to handle them with her legs. Brushing off attacks became a piece of cake, and soon enough Scatch was countering with cat punches and kicks left and right, taking her enemies down without breaking a sweat!

"Oh yeah! You go girl!" Clive encouraged from her shoulders, pumping his fists up and down, "Taking 'em down by the dozen, woo! Give 'em the ol' one-two! Oooh! That had to hurt..." the Gazimon watched the Ogremon hit his head on the wall from being flung after being swatted away.

"Ha! Haaa..." Scatch panted, bouncing in place like a boxer staying on her feet, each double stomp making the back streets shake and tremble from her sheer size. "Oh that felt so good. Too good... mmm!"

"Heck yeah! You sure showed 'em, darlin'," Clive complimented, still somehow hanging from Scatch's shoulder. "Can't call you a weak runt anymore, can I?" His words turned to silence when he saw the giant Gatomon's head turn to face him and stare him down.

"Hmph. Think you're the runt now, muscle-head," Scatch teased, resting her hands on her hips as she smirked at her handy-work. The backstreet buildings were badly damaged after so many beam and weapon attacks had been launched. Several of the mobsters had been comically flattened or outright punched through some walls. It was like the scene of a super hero comic book.

Even for a champion level Digimon with adequate martial art ability, Scatch had never once dreamed of taking this many enemies on at the same time. The empowering sensation was borderline intoxicating. She became so lost in the pleasant high that she couldn't listen to Clive's complaints about being teased for his height by a giantess, but to Scatch it was only natural. The truth was it felt just right. She wasn't just big; she was powerful. "And I'm getting bigger. And more powerful..." she began to smile, looking at her open hand paws before looking out to compare sizes.

Throughout the fight, Scatch had exceeded 30ft. tall, and was already tall enough to look over some of the taller walls and buildings that surrounded them. The digimon below her, anthropomorphic or not, looked so small they appeared like toys to her. It was exhilarating. "What was I doing, trying to run away...?" she chuckled. "These guys can't stop me. No one can!"

"Whoa, babe. Hold your horses," Clive's shaky voice interrupted, "Don't let it go to your head. We still gotta find help for your... ahh... condition...?"

"What help could anyone give me at this point?" Scatch grinned as she stretched. She stuck her arms out to emphasize, "I'm tired of being a tiny little thief scampering around for everyone else's crumbs, Clive. I'd say it's high time to move up from my station..." she giggled, "Not that I'm not already on it!"

"You serious? Kitten, listen to yourself," Clive tried, but Scatch appeared very self-convinced. "Wait, you seriously gonna stay like this?"

"Don't be silly!" Scatch laughed, "I'm getting even bigger. This is only the start, my little bunny friend!" she snickered down at the Gazimon on her shoulder. "Don't you see? This is the biggest break I've had all my life! No more scurrying about or thieving all sneaky-like. From now on I take what I want," she put a heavy hand at the top of a three-story building, watching the rooftop crack under its weight. "And if Grease Monkey or anyone else doesn't like it? Tough break! They can say hello to my soles."

"Whu-what's gotten into you?!" Clive's open jaw was ready to dislocate from surprise, "That's crazy talk. You mean you're gonna, what, take over?"

"Ooh, that does sound pretty nice when you say it like that!" Scatch snapped her fingers with a thunderous clap, proceeding to rub her hand-paws together as her mind schemed. "What about you? Wanna get in on this and be my uh... sidekick or something?"

"You're actually going to do it..." Clive couldn't believe his long ears. The implications were starting to rouse deep, conflicting thoughts in the burly guy's mind, but one superimposed thought immediately bubbled over, "Sidekick?!" he yelled indignantly, "I'm at least associate level!"

"Oh, no way. You? Noooo way. I'm the main show here, shorty," Scatch teased and pinched her claws on Clive's jacket to pull him up to face her directly, "I'm thinking 80-20, since I am going to need someone to handle the smaller jobs."

With each arrogance-coated word smacking Clive on the face like actual slaps, the Gazimon couldn't think of a good comeback, especially considering he was pending over 30ft. tall above the ground. "70-30 at least, sheesh..." he grumbled in a rather disheartened fashion.

"What was that?" Scatch smirked down at her partner as she rested a paw on her hips rather imposingly.

"Look," Clive tried calming down after a long sigh and closing his eyes so he didn't have to look down, "Even if it all works out, we still got Grease Monkey to worry about. He runs the freaking city. These guys you took care of are probably like less than a fraction of his army."

"Ah, yes," the Gatomon purred with a sassy tone and neatly lodged Clive between her perky breasts. "He's a problem. But not for much longer!" The growing fur around Clive rattled and shook as the 40ft. tall and growing giantess began taking steps forwards.

The Gazimon could barely contain himself. Scatch wasn't exactly on the curvy side, but even a flat-chested girl at this size made a Rosemon look ridiculously tiny. He made a mental note to shut up about it and enjoy the ride, and to never mention Scatch's bust size again. At least not while being carried between them.

"Like the accommodations? I need to take good care of my cute little sidekick," Scatch mentioned as she made her way down the city, cracking her knuckles freely now that she didn't have to worry about Clive on her shoulder. "Bet you're feeling silly now for tipping that Angewomon waitress so much earlier."

"Y-yeah," Clive whistled at the absolutely massive breasts, instantly composing himself. "No! I mean, why are you even bringing that up now?!" the bunny-eared brute grunted at Scatch's incessant teasing and irritating giggles; she was clearly returning all the hard times he had given her in the past and enjoying every second of it. It wasn't just teasing him though.

Clive couldn't help but notice how much Scatch was relishing her new position of power. After coming out through the alleyway and into the main street, pedestrians and drivers did their best to avoid the massive Gatomon, but she was certainly not concerned with avoiding stepping them down if they refused to move out of the way. Her feet knocked over mailboxes and fire hydrants, each hefty step leaving a noticeable crack along the asphalt that gradually became the indentation of a footprint the larger she grew.

The Gazimon could see the ground becoming ever distant as he felt her body expand. He simply couldn't ignore the noise her skin made as it stretched, or her muscles creaking as she swelled. Scatch was already at 50ft. tall, and traversing the city blocks was turning into a simple matter of taking a few steps for her. Clive's worries only grew the larger his partner became. "S-say, what'cha gonna do after you uh... take care of Grease Monkey?" Clive suddenly asked while tapping his fingers, careful not to use any extra words.

"Nnngh..." Scatch growled as she sauntered down the city streets. Her hips starting to brush along the buildings as she became too overall wide to pass without being sandwiched by the shorter offices and department stores was making her cranky and impatient. She figured this was what being a giant really was about: Being stuck with constrained surroundings and small people like the mobsters who didn't know their place. The bigger she grew, she more of the city she could see ahead, and the less she liked it. This was the place she'd called her home and hideout for as long as she could remember, and yet it looked more unpleasant than ever right now.

Something deep down was telling Scatch she didn't have to stand for such unsightliness. Before, everything had a natural way of being. Things had never worked out for her which was why she had turned to thievery, but she thought she had outgrown the need to complain and dare to dream of change for the better. Now that she had power, her will was surging in equal parts with her size. With every additional foot of height she gained, the more oppressive the sight of the city became to her. She could hear mocking laughter and those brought back memories of being chased around by bullies, being told to stand down and serve her betters and being forced to steal for those stronger than her like Grease Monkey. Scatch thought she had outgrown the need for pettiness, accepting the way things were, but petty revenge sounded just like the thing she wanted right now.

"Yo, queen of the big?" Clive called out to attention after having been so thoroughly slammed with the silent treatment. The Gazimon was surprised when his 60ft. tall partner's stride slowed to a stop, "Hey, feeling alright? You haven't said a... Whoa, shit!" Clive held on to Scatch's chest as a loud crash alerted him. He looked to the right only to see the Gatomon's arm inserted into the rooftop of a hotel. "Hey, what're you doing?!"

"Oh..." Scatch's mellow expression betrayed the contemptuous gaze of her eyes. "This is a Banana Tropico. One of Grease Monkey's chain hotels, you know?"

"I know what Grease Monkey's chain of hotels are called!" Clive snapped to matter-of-fact way he got replied to, and added: "What I'm asking is why you are busting it all up like that!"

"Pisses me off," Scatch's expression evolved into a smile, which grew into a beaming grin as she swelled another 10 feet taller, causing the building to collapse under her fist. "Even if I take over, this place was made like it is by guys like that damn dirty ape," she explained as she dusted her hand paw on the side of her narrow waist. "Don't need these cruddy buildings in my city."

"So what? You just gonna--wait, your city?" Clive murmured the last of his sentence, simply staring up in disbelief as Scatch turned towards another building to casually knock it over with a hip bump. "You're wrecking it just like that?!"

"Whatever I break, tiny people like you can build back up, Clive," Scatch snickered as she tore a water tank off a rooftop. She twisted its top off like a cap and broke it open before catering to her parched throat with a refreshing drink. "Mmm... They built it up once. They won't have any problems building it back up for me! Will you...?"

"Never been much of a builder myself," Clive murmured back in response with a sheepish smile. It was getting increasingly harder for Clive to deflect his nerves about Scatch's bigger and bigger body with humor. A single glance down below told him it would take a while to convince the normal sized Digimon to do anything but run away from the giantess.

But Scatch didn't seem to care as she continued down her path. If it wasn't with her claws, she would stomp down on cars or kick streetlights to make room for her growing feet to walk along the streets. Bigger and bigger she became, passing 80ft. tall and filling up the space between buildings until it became impossible not to snag her feet and legs up to her knees in the more packed districts. "Take note, little Clive," Scatch purred as she cleared an entire row of buildings simply by stepping over them like minor obstacle. She ended in an open park where the tallest tree would only make it up to her thighs, and was rapidly being dwarfed with every passing moment. "Broader streets. We have to think big if I'm gonna fit in!"

Clive didn't even respond. This was such a surreal experience that it seemed to be straight out of a dream. It seemed like ages ago that Scatch used to be hanging below his waist in height, just like any regular Gatomon. It seemed like yesterday that she had used him like a bowling ball to clear them a path from Grease Monkey's guys while over ten feet tall. He couldn't believe Scatch already had become close to ten times that size in the span of an hour. All the Gazimon could think was what was going to happen in an hour from then, or two, or after a day. She wasn't just getting bigger. Her personality was changing, turning bolder and more violent with every growth spurt. Yet he couldn't bring to oppose her. Little or big, Clive had come to know the cat for long enough to understand she wouldn't back down the moment she became set on something.

Scatch was consumed with the idea of enforcing change through the city. In just a few minutes she had brought down several dozen major revenue buildings for the mob boss, and she just kept growing larger. Every time her insides stirred and made her shudder she was filled with great anticipation. She wasn't dreading the growth spurts anymore, instead embracing them like the best thing that had ever happened to her. The huger she became, after all, the easier it would be to take over and show everyone what she was all about. Scatch was ready to change her life with this new power, never again being smaller, weaker or subservient to anybody. From now on, she was going to be the boss!

From the park, the feline giantess moved out to a nearby parking lot, where she took pleasure in seeing Grease Monkey's mooks in suits busy moving out large bags of money out of a van. It was almost too conveniently easy to notice their likeness, since they all wore those expensive monkey suits and moved in large groups. "Always with mobs, never alone..." Scatch thought with bitterness before she made her grand entrance with a thunderous stomp right next to their transport van, announcing herself with a big, sweet grin belaying her actual motives. "Hello, boys!" she chirped from high above, making more than one of the grunts pass out from fear at the sheer over 100ft. tall giantess, "I just wanted to let you know that you all look like ants from up here."

"What the hell?! Isn't this the big Gatomon they found at the cabaret site they were emptying out?!"

"Big?! Dude, look at her, she's HUGE!"

"Make that gigantic! Didn't they say they were looking for a 10ft. tall Gatomon?! This is like ten times that!"

The discord among the scared mobsters was simply delectable music to Scatch's ears. She just leaned on top the six story parking lot, smooshing its top and all of the cars there with her heavy chest as she crossed her arms and watched them hopelessly bicker. "Please do continue," she encouraged the suddenly silent group who had to watch the towering female look down on them like pitiful bugs. "Nngh..." she grunted a little, the settling down allowing her to feel another big growth spurt that put her yet another 10ft. taller. "Make that eleven times that. Or maybe mmm... twelve?" she couldn't help but meow this time, her tail shooting up straight as her body immediately grew larger, making the top floor of the parking lot collapse with her on it.

"J-Jesus, Scatch! Forget where you placed 'ol Clive?!" a voice squeaked from below, but closer to Scatch than the guys below.

A chuckle escaped Scatch's mouth as she slowly got off the flattened parking building top. She looked down at how minuscule Clive looked now, completely made to look tiny between her relatively gargantuan breasts. "Aw, poor little baby," she stuck her tongue out, "Don't worry, I'm not out for blood, much less hurting my sidekick. But these guys...?" she giggled as she stood up straight, crunching what remained of the fourth floor of the parking lot in her grip at the same time. "You guys gotta learn your place in this city. And that place isn't with that dumb monkey butt. Get it?" she patiently smirked. After a moment of silence, Scatch impatiently flattened what remained of the building under her open palm as she surged another ten feet taller. "Get it?" she repeated with a smile.

"WE GET IT!" a collective shout sounded off like a cry for salvation from below.

"Coolsies," Scatch widely grinned, her massive tail swishing behind her in the air. "Now be good boys and go tell your boss I'm coming for him. He can hide anywhere he wants, but there is so much city he can use before I destroy it! Hehe."

"YES MA'AM!" another collective yelp preceded the scrambling of those desperate mooks.

"Oh rats. Wa-pow!" Clive imitated a whipping noise because he couldn't help feeling a tad proud of how the situation between the gang and them had switched around.

"Careful, bunny. You don't have a lot of room to complain!" Scatch laughed, reaching to prod Clive on the head to hide him inside her cleavage as she walked over the submissive digimon below her feet, sparing them from being flattened as well. She didn't quite care if they made it to Grease Monkey or not; she'd eventually draw him out after all.

"Whoa, hell..." the Gazimon gulped as he looked up from his snug prison. He had always known Scatch as finicky and hot tempered, but with her old size she never came across as more than a loud midget. With her new size, she was really turning into a boss-bitch. And something about that idea made the burly Clive's heart melt. It was enough to make him ask himself: "Th-this really the nagging kitty I used to run jobs with?"

Ignoring Clive's heart-eyed moment, Scatch moved onto her next target. Now that she had grown big enough to reach the taller apartment complexes and skyscrapers, it was only a matter of time before she inevitably found and ruined all of Grease Monkey's bases of operations. She was fully aware the Etemon liked to move around, and that some of these buildings were red herrings for the police at best, but she didn't care about being subtle anymore. She'd apologize to the jobless and deposed later. For now, she wanted the Digimon controlling the city to know who he'd have to answer to from this point onwards. Until he showed up however, Scatch would enjoy tearing his city apart building after opulent building.

Things were looking bright for the excited giantess. What she did not know however was that her activities were being monitored from an outside all seeing eye. This electronic eye was nothing more than a system scanner being used from a different world; where human beings lived.

In a human server room, a bunch of technicians were busy at work, when one of the three noticed an anomaly during a system scan.

"Yo, call Cody and tell him the server's acting up again," Blake was the one in charge of routine scans that morning, but he became surprised at the values he was seeing.

Cody soon joined the others at the server room after a quick call, "Never seen these numbers before. Think it's malware?"

"Don't know," Blake chirped from behind his fellow technician, "I was hoping you could tell me. This program isn't behaving like a virus; it's not trying to infect anything. But it sure is busy drawing resources."

"So? Kill the program," Thomas came up from behind, following the same readings as the others. "Not like it's a critical system task."

"I tried shutting it down, but I think it's somehow gotten a signature that flags it as critical. Prevents from shutting it down," Blake explained.

"Drat, and it's so freaking close to lunch time! We can't close up like this. We risk a major memory leak like this," Thomas grunted in frustration.

"C'mon Tom, relax. I got this," Cody smiled as he pulled out a storage device from his pocket. He inserted it into one of the corresponding slots and started with the keystrokes. "Got a special something for stubborn resource hogs like these. Really powerful kill switch, basically; been dying to try this baby out!"

"Whoa, didn't think I'd ever see you pull out the big guns. That big of a threat, huh?" Blake whistled, but Cody waved a hand dismissively.

"It's Taco-freaking-Tuesday, guys. I'm not letting a little bug let the accountability dudes take all the spicy sauce again," Cody sounded fired up, delivering one final press of the Enter key before he let the console window run his program. "C'mon, leave it working its magic. It's lunch time!"

"Sheesh, I wanted to look at it work," Blake sounded disappointed, but a growl from his tummy changed his priorities. "Can always do that next time. Let's go Tom."

Thomas appeared conflicted, "Right. You two better realize if this doesn't work and it leaks then the entire system clogs up and all of the data-mining stops and... hey, don't leave me behind!"

As the three technicians left the server room, a stream of information logging the kill-switch program's progress detailed completed percentage on the console. It rather quickly went from 0% to 1% completion, but it never quite climbed any farther after that.

Scatch in proverbial heaven. Already grown past the 200ft. tall mark, her rate of growth was only escalating. She could feel that familiar warmth rise from within as she rose to greater and greater heights with every breath drawn. The colossal Gatomon could already easily look down on the city from her great vantage point, making it child's play to topple even the sturdiest of bastions down with the flick of a finger. Entire city blocks were turning into her walking grounds as she flattened them into paved roads under her feet. There was hardly anywhere safe in the city, and those below had realized the folly of attempting to bring the fight to the utterly gargantuan creature that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. Citywide evacuation had begun.

"Where are you going to exit the city from, Grease Monkey?" Scatch wondered with half-narrowed eyes and a confident smile as she continued to stomp down the increasingly smaller city, knocking down building after building until she was the object towering over the once imposing metropolis. The skyscrapers, even the ones still taller than her, could not survive the assault of her punches and full-body shoves. "Did you foolishly stay at one the hotels I smashed, sunk with your proverbial ship?" Scatch tingled simply from picturing the helpless visage of the Etemon she hated so much.

The mob leader had never directly or personally done anything to Scatch, but that was the case with big names and turfs. Everything was indirectly the responsibility of those at the very top. All her misery and hard times people like she and Clive had to endure as outcasts, things that were the way they were because people with power abused their privileges. Scatch had never come closer than this in understanding that power rush, but she was sure of one thing: Unlike Grease Monkey towards all the lives he had ruined with his greed, she was going to pay special attention to him if she ever got her claws on him.

Her search for any extravagant ride or large convoys was suddenly interrupted. Scatch blinked and had to shield her eyes from a blinding light well above her. The sky was suddenly tearing up. "What the?" her ears twitched and she glared through the crack in her fingers as the air around her grew thick and stagnant. She felt pressure as the atmosphere changed from its regular form into a reddish hue with a negative color factor profiling over everything else. The crack in the sky widened until all of a sudden a lightning bolt pierced out and struck Scatch's mid-section. "Uwaaah!" the cat screamed in pain as harmful electricity coursed through her body.

While being shocked, Scatch could barely move. She looked down from the red sky to the beam of light connected to her, which was gradually solidifying into a thick tendril of sorts. Her eyes followed that tendril all the way up to the crack in the sky, from where a creature connected to the tendril was coming out of. "What the heck is that thing...?" a shaky Scatch asked in her mind as she saw the entity float down, "It's huge like I am! Is it a Digimon...? I've never... aahhhh!" she grunted out loud as another jolt of electricity zapped her.

The being in question looked like a series of tubes tied around each other, creating some sort of floating sphere with a bright orange light at the center. There was nothing sentient or much less coy about it; the thing was there to hurt her, and Scatch immediately understood that.

"Crap, not like this..." Scatch groaned in pain, barely able to hang on to consciousness. It felt like she was receiving direct attacks from a gargantuan Mega level Digimon, and each violent shock was worse than the next. "At this rate it's gonna freaking shut me down or worse, delete me...!" she writhed and struggled, but no matter which way she twisted her body, the tendril inserted into her abdomen would not leave.

"C-can't..." she was fading in and out of consciousness, but something was spurring her to action. Through searing pain Scatch put her paws around the attacking tendril. Electrical surge burnt her fingers and palms, but she still squeezed down as hard as she could. "Not when I was so close...!" she grunted. "If only..." she panted between desperate growls, trying to pull the thing piercing her stomach out, "If only I was stronger... bigger... more powerful! I need more power... more!" she begged her body. "I have to get bigger!" she screamed out loud.

At that moment, the proliferous bug within Scatch had fully integrated the program she had downloaded. The Gatomon who until now had been hosting the data-miner and booster programs in her being had, unbeknownst to her, acquired all shared signatures and permissions borrowed by the bug when it began assimilating earlier. Getting bigger had just been a side-effect of streaming so much data into her being, forcing her to continue upgrading her capacity and thus size. The true power of the combined bug and program had suddenly become one with Scatch during that moment of duress.

All of a sudden, the electricity stopped hurting. Instead, her damaged insides quickly began repairing, and her growth resumed. "Y-you..." Scatch's slit-eyes pupils thinned out as her claws finally unsheathed and dug into the tentacle. Saliva trickled down her growling mouth as she snarled like an enraged beast. Twitching and shuddering all over, a new stage of growth gripped Scatch, whose body began absorbing data directly through the orange-eyed automaton's attacking tendril.

Even though the sphere made an attempt to abort once its program detected its measures were being countered, it was unable to remove the tendril out of Scatch. The Gatomon's forearms were bulking up like never before, thickening with rippling muscle that left her with extremely large, powerful claws that gave her a death grip on the metallic creature. Scatch grinned as her fangs were longer and sharper, especially her canines. "Are you trying to run away?" she taunted the unfeeling machine, deriving pleasure from its predicament even though there was no indication of fear, "It's too late for that. You're mine. And so is all of your data!" she roared, doubling in size in a near-instant, putting her at over 600ft. tall.

The sphere couldn't stop its attack and it couldn't retreat. The more data Scatch took, the more its program was assimilated. Soon enough, Scatch and the kill-switch routine had lost all differences between each other. As Scatch brought the sphere closer and closer to her, her fur began puffing out, complementing the feral and menacing look she was taking on. In the end, the bestial Gatomon brought her helpless opponent to her belly, where it was absorbed by permeating into her. "Nnghh..." she purred in delight as a rush of intoxicating power washed her over, "YES!" she screamed out in blissful joy as she doubled in size yet again. At over a thousand feet tall, Scatch had completely defeated her foe and become stronger than ever!

Without the ripple in dimensions active any longer, the sky gradually went back to normal as well as the ambient surrounding the destroyed city. "Whu... what happened...? Holy monstrous mountains! Scatch, what the hell?!" Clive, who had been instantaneously incapacitated by being in such close proximity to the kill-switch's attack, woke up between Scatch's valley of cleavage.

"Haa..." Scatch opened her sharp fanged mouth to pant as she let her buff arms hang down while hunching over. "Seems like I'm an entirely new species of Gatomon now, shrimp," she spoke with a louder, echoing voice.

"But you're still the same sassy cat all the same..." Clive sighed in defeat, not knowing what else to say to the mountain sized giant.

"Whatever that thing was, it was really powerful," Scatch grinned as she looked at her powerful claws, clenching them down into fists. "And it had some very neat recon abilities," she said rather excitedly. Her eyes widened and her gaze intensified as she made use of one of her new skills. To Scatch, suddenly every data signature of the system programs was made available to her. She laughed as she went down lists, zeroing in on the one program she wanted to find. She immediately closed her eyes, chuckled, and turned around to walk east.

"I can't believe freaking believe it, oh baby, what a disaster!" a dramatic voice rang in the halls of Grease Monkey's private jet, the "Golden Banana". Manservants and maids surrounded the stressed out Etemon by the dozen in his posh couch, offering him no end of high class beverages and delicious dishes, most of them banana themed. "How did it get out of control so fast? Damn it all!"

"We'll be arriving at the King's place soon, boss," said a concerned Monzaemon, who got decked in the face the second he finished speaking. "Ahhh!"

"THANK YOU! WOW!" Grease Monkey yelled while hitting a high note, stroking his elegant pompadour back as he clenched his teeth. It wasn't uncommon for him to find release in physically abusing his staff. "This is just a bad dream, oh yeah. No need to panic! We'll start over. The King owes me some favors, time to call them in, that's it! We're staying afloat, baby! But still," he growled in annoyance, "How did that problem get that big so fast?! She was only a couple dozen feet tall when you called me, Horace! Oh baby."

"S-sir..." the Monzaemon adjusted his jaw and slowly sat up while bowing apologetically, "Nobody could stop her! She just continued growing and growing and growing..."

"AND!" Grease Monkey made one of the maids, a Lillymon in a french maid outfit, moan out as the Etemon used her buttocks as a stress ball, "You keep ragging on and on and on, yow! That's like, how do they say it? Praising the enemyyaaaaahhh!" the primate's angry discourse was interrupted as a massive amount of turbulence suddenly shook the place up. "What in tarnation?!" Grease Monkey demanded as his pompadour fell over his face and he scrambled to get it back on. "MY IMAGE, YEEOW!"

"Ahh, ahem..." a nervous voice suddenly came from the intercom, ringing out for all in the jet to hear. "This is your... captain speaking. We've um..." the captain stammered, making Grease Monkey grow even more nervous as a shadow crept in through the windows. "We've picked up a particularly ah... big... amount of turbulence."

The Etemon's crooked sunglasses fell off as he was able to spot a gigantic blue eye staring directly at him through the window.

"You could say uh..." the captain continued, "The turbulence has picked us up."

"Oi, can you even hear me, monkey butt?" the gargantuan Scatch giggled as she single-handedly shook the jet in her hand like a toy plane. "Don't worry. I'm sure you're enjoying this as much as I am," she joked, "But for your benefit, I'll keep things simple," she purred, holding the airplane up so she knew everyone in the jet could see her gargantuan face. "Things are a' changing around these parts."

The End.