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The ordinary human known as Ryan walked up the stairwell to his apartment. He was dressed in a common outfit for him: plain black T-shirt, green camo cargo shorts, and black canvas mid-top shoes with white accents. His medium-short brown hair had gotten a little poofy in the wind, and he brushed it down with one hand by force of habit as he approached his apartment's door.

It was a typical Friday evening, and his job had been a pain in the butt as usual, but at least one thing had happened that had put a nostalgic smile on his face.

On the way home, as was his custom on good days in the spring, he had stopped for a few minutes in a local park and wandered along the small walking trail there. In the dust beneath one of the benches, he had noticed a blue, hard-plastic item with some kind of symbol on it that triggered partial recognition from the moment he laid eyes on it. After lifting it out of the ground and dusting it off, his suspicions were confirmed: it was basically a dog tag with the Crest of Friendship embossed upon it.

That Crest of Friendship. From one of his favorite lifelong franchises, and associated with one of his favorite characters. His first monster crush.

Glancing over the object a bit more, he had found no other symbols or identifying information. It also wasn't quite the same any of the official merch he had seen, which made him wonder if some fan had homemade it or something.

He had found himself humming bits of the North American dub's theme song on the way home. He exercised some self control and stopped himself before it got stuck in his head again.

He had to laugh a little as he let himself in the door and went to his kitchen to wash the crest properly. It cleaned up perfectly, with no obvious scuffs despite its exposure to the elements. For Ryan, the urge to slip it onto a necklace and straight-up wear it was strong. Finders keepers, after all.

From there, he sauntered straight into his bedroom, turned on the overhead light, and flopped backward atop the covers. Didn't even bother taking his shoes off just yet, as tiredness and fascination were working together to make him a little lazy.

"Heheh... now if only I could find Weregarurumon in the park to go with it," said Ryan.

He closed his eyes and let himself imagine it. Not just Weregarurumon, but sexily handsome, lewdly undressed Weregarurumon with everything that should entail: muscular, tough, and just smug enough to make Ryan want to rub his face against those abs and do whatever the big guy wanted...

Of course, Ryan had his opinions about certain particulars. Even though Weregarurumon was usually depicted with three-toed, vaguely dino-mammalian red claws, Ryan like to infuse him with a little more of the "werewolf" side of the attributes that the Digimon's name implied. Big, handsome four-toed footpaws that would like a nice print in the dust as they dashed along a trail... and a knotty, naughty cock that could get stuck inside of him.

Not that he, Ryan, would ever...

He chuckled to himself. There was no sense having pride about it. Of course he'd do whatever Weregarurumon wanted, if given half a chance. What was the point of pretending otherwise? It wasn't like there was anyone else here to judge him for it.

So, you go the wolfy route too. Interesting~

Ryan shot bolt upright on his bed. That voice in his thoughts... wasn't his, and it was strangely familiar.

It was then that he noticed the Crest of Friendship felt warm in his hand. When he looked over, he could see that it was glowing with a faint light.

"That's... not normal," Ryan admitted to himself aloud.

Darn right it's not. Why don't you put that thing on a chain and see how much less normal it can get?

That voice... was it really?

Uh, sure, Ryan tried tentatively thinking back, though the voice's lack of a reply made him wonder if he was doing it right.

He got up and opened his desk drawer to get a small unused necklace cord. It was a simple but tough one made of artificial materials, nice for outdoor stuff. After threading it through the dogtag-like Crest, he tied it and put it on.

Heh, guy knows how to tie a knot! commented the voice.

"Yeah, I do," said Ryan, still briefly grappling with the assumption that he might be going crazy: "So what's up with this?"

Heheh... look up here!

Somehow, the voice seemed to have an angle of sound this time, even though that should've been impossible since he still heard it as being inside his head. He looked up toward where his wall met the ceiling above his desktop PC and saw -- at first to his caution, and then to his amazement -- a bizarre bluish fog forming in the air. After blinking and squinting, he could tell that the fog was made up of tiny zeroes and ones, which were rapidly swapping from one state to the other as the amount of them increased.

The fog lowered and shifted through the air toward him. Rather than spreading, it tightened up and grew more coherent... until, seconds later, he was looking at the spitting image of the exact, Werewolfier Weregarurumon he had imagined. The image was nude, and seemed to be pointedly showing off both his right foot to demonstrate the paw, and his sheath to demonstrate... the sheath.

Yes, the sheath needed no further explanation. Ryan's eyes ended up fixating there for long enough that it should have been embarrassing, but he forgot to feel embarrassed at all. He was too mystified by the possibilities to think of much of anything.

Smoothly, with a smile spreading across his muzzle, the image of Weregarurumon slipped further down through the air. The Crest glowed brighter the closer that he got... and then the cocktip peeped out of the sheath.

Ryan felt himself salivate. Apparently, somehow, so did Weregarumon.

Haha, go ahead... enjoy getting a piece of me inside of you.

Ryan almost asked how he was supposed to play with something which obviously wasn't physically there -- at least not quite -- but Weregarurumon answered him before he could fully formulate the thought. The answer came as a mental image of him sucking on the big cock and rubbing at those heavy balls.

Compliantly, Ryan leaned forward. He couldn't taste the cock on his tongue as he opened up around it, but he could feel it brushing into him, as if the whole thing were a crackling zone of electricity. Not painful, but tingly... like if static shocks had a nicer cousin who enjoyed being sucked off.

That was enough for Ryan to feel the cock as something clearly defined. He bobbed back and forth on it, while reaching out to hug around Weregarurumon's ethereal waist. He felt the tingling there too, like a cool breeze running along his hands and arms.

Weregarurumon placed a hand atop Ryan's head, at first guiding him to make the sucking steadier and more rhythmic. The human's heart was beating so fast that he had sort of lost his awareness of pace for a moment, but Weregarurumon got him back on track.

Then, without warning, Weregarurumon pressed a hand down against Ryan's forehead, and the human felt something zing through his skull and into its interior. He also both felt and saw a flash of energy from the Crest, and could hear a chorus of digital sound effects in his mind's ear.

To his confusion, Ryan found himself falling backward, as if someone had just physically shoved him hard. His back flopped onto the bed again, and now Weregarurumon's abs were right on top of him, while both of the crackling hands felt like they were clutching at the sides of Ryan's head. The pose would've put Weregarurumon's face in a position of being phased through the pillows or something, but Ryan didn't get much of a chance to look around, because two other things demanded his attention at once.

The first was that the dick in his mouth started to feel more substantial. It happened in pulses, teasing him with flickers of taste, as if he was momentarily really sucking it and then losing it again. It was maddening, and it made him want all the more for it to become real.

The second thing was that Ryan began feeling a spreading, heated sensation in his tailbone and upward. He also felt that sensation creeping into his groin, making the already-vivid bulge in his green camo cargo shorts all the more evident.

You want it. I can give it to you if you want it bad enough.

Ghh... what'll it take? I want it more than anything...

It was an impetuous thing to think, but careless thoughts in a mental link were quick to be heard, and sometimes even quicker to get a response.

Why don't you unzip those shorts of yours and find out.

It was then that Ryan felt the heat inside him increasing -- and noticed how some of Weregarurumon's digital mist was flowing down steadily into his body. His shorts were feeling fuller, and fuller... and his back was feeling limberer and limberer...

Then it felt like... like he hadn't cum in weeks. There were no words to describe how needy he felt all of a sudden, even beyond had already been going on. It was like someone had just plugged in a whole extra prostate of him... or perhaps hooked his up as a portal for the needs of someone else who already felt this way.

Ryan found himself growling... growling? His voice was getting harsher all of a sudden...

"Hrr, c'mon!"

Without exactly deciding to do it, Ryan moved an arm to his shorts and undid the fly... and flexed his back muscles so that he went upside-down on his bed, forming an S shape with his head at the bottom and his erection protruding down from the middle left curve.

And what an erection it was.

No -- what a body it was.

Weregarurumon's waist, as tangible flesh and blood, was descending upon Ryan's still very human head... and that throbbing indigo cock was aiming right for his mouth.

He couldn't believe how thoroughly flexible his -- no, Weregarurumon's -- spine and waist suddenly felt. Ten years of occasionally trying curl up enough to get his own dick in his mouth, and now he was about to get a facefull of it... while his body kept steadily changing more and more into a complete hottie of a digimon.

It touched his lips. That beautiful, warm, veiny thing pressed right in against them, and he opened wide and sucked his way up it as far as he could.

"Mmff... nnff..."

Now that it wasn't ethereal anymore, he had trouble fitting it all at first, both because it was so girthy and because his Digimon-ized hips were still struggling with the problem of getting the angle just right. His pelvis and legs were really starting to feel like they had a mind of their own, wiggling and thrusting and forcing that cock down into his throat. So thick and so delicious, filling him up and letting its precum flow, slathering it across the back of his tongue on the outward thrusts.

He barely even noticed at first that it was getting easier to take with each passing second. It wasn't until he visually saw the purple fur-stripes of his muzzle growing into view that he realized just how hot his face had gotten, and that his teeth were starting to feel tender...

"Rroouurgh... mrrff..."

The taste of the precum was dizzying, but every drop made him crave more. More of that cock inside of him, those heavy balls resting on his increasingly large nose. He took a sniff... he smelled so good, almost too good. He needed it. That was what every emotion was telling him: he must suck this delicious werebeast dick until it rewarded him in full.

His toes wiggled above him within his shoes as he curled even further, letting gravity help him all the way down to where the knot was. Then he intuitively rolled forward, letting just the right leg go down while the left stayed heavily bent and pushed aside. The contortion involved got easier still, and he bent over himself harder, deepthroating and slurping until the knot was full, his thoughts emptying of everything but this moment.

Pleasure was building up. The ejaculation seemed inevitable, and soon to arrive. That hot feeling was making his shoes feel way too stuffy... and he could feel the makings of a tail slipping out over the back of his shorts. He had a premonition that his shoes were soon going to be ruined -- that if he kept sucking, the Weregarurumon feet would form fully, and with one or two good flexes they would pop his canvas shoes open at the sides. He didn't want to destroy his shoes, but now that he was throat-deep and continuing to change, the notion of stopping was getting awfully difficult to take seriously. Despite the imagery, his intuition went on to tell him that shouldn't stop; he should keep sucking and let Weregarurumon have his way fully... in every way.

Rrrrip... Pop!!

Ahh, and there went his big toes, clawed and beautiful, wiggling into the air overhead and forcing those shoes to open up about as wide as his dick was spreading his host's mouth.

Confusion about his identity came over Ryan for a moment. It wasn't his dick he was sucking, after all, but Weregarurumon's... right? Wasn't it?

It was then that Ryan realized that he couldn't stop. Not merely that he shouldn't, but that he no longer had control over the motions. It was someone else... Weregarurumon's mind was superseding his own!

Unable to even slow himself down, he could only feel his powerful neck and strong tongue working hard on the cock and knot... and feel how good it felt as he pushed right up to the peak. He both heard and felt himself growling eagerly around the knot as the climactic spasms started.

He tasted the cum along his slender, elongated tongue, and he swallowed every drop eagerly.

Then, in a rush of power and warmth, he felt himself growing a bit all over, the muscles and bones quickly expanding into shapes and sizes which matched the Digimon.

He felt his shirt tighten. He flexed his pecs and back muscles on impulse -- and heard the fabric shred apart like the feeble, human-crafted textile that it was. What had once been the T-shirt's short sleeves lingered for a moment like cuffs, drifting lazily down his arms, until he flexed the biceps and popped free of those too.

Likewise, he felt his abs thicken up and tighten, any flab on him seeming to be absorbed fully by the assertion of the Digimon's form over his own.

Then there was the prickly sensation of the newly sprouted fur along his head and neck expanding. The surface of his scalp felt crowded, and then a little less so as his human hair get swallowed up by the fur's growth.

He felt and saw his eyes change, the color grade of his vision changing slightly: less vibrant on the colors, but keener at processing light and dark. Though he couldn't see them, he knew their irises had just turned that familiar golden brown.

His ears got longer, larger... his nose sniffed the air and comprehended so much more about the room's nuanced scents than before. He could hear someone entering the apartment building down below, the door's quiet creak easy for him to detect... and he could smell the lingering scent of his deodorant despite the fact the cap had been on it for hours.

Then his tail was growing more, snaking its way down along his back and flitting this way and that as more blood rushed through it.

His balls were also sagging, feeling somehow even fuller and heavier than they had a moment prior.

And the fur. Everywhere it was spreading, thickening... not just his head and groin, but all over his body. It coated him in those wintry-soft whites, blues, and purples he had come to know and love. His nails on both his enlarged hands and his four toes were forming into purplish-red claws.

He felt real. He felt alive. He felt a rush of satisfied emotions that went beyond what should have been his own.

And this all was transpiring as he remained there, still bent double on his back like a highly flexible gymnast, with his shaft filling his maw and brushing along the pearly new surfaces of his teeth.

Ryan tried to open his mouth from around the cock to speak his surprise audibly, but he found this impossible as well. There was only that insistent licking and gulping, the hazy pleasure of the afterglow, and the soft groaning of a very satisfied werebeast digimon.

Weregarurumon? he tried thinking, now feeling somehow surer that the Digimon could hear him. What's going on?

Weregarurumon didn't bother responding at first. He took his time, continuing to suck the last drops of cum and to clean his shaft and sheath with a sumptuous licking.

Hey! Weregarurumon!

The Digimon in control of their body finally took his dick out of his mouth, yawned for a moment, and gave it a brief sniff as it slackened down against his midriff. It was still about three quarters hard, but seemed to be going down pretty quickly overall.

"Ahhh, yeah, you're confused about what happened," Weregarurumon said as if talking about a very mild social problem that was entirely understandable, but also easy to correct.

What happened? I can't move my body anymore!

"Yup, and it's no big deal. This is just how the process goes." He yawned again and gave the cocktip one more affectionate slurp as it continued to settle down into the sheath. "See, you had to give me some head, so that I could get in your head!"

That doesn't make any sense!

"Ehh? The rest of my data was in my cum, just like human genetic data is." Weregarurumon nuzzled and licked at his sheath, helping to tidy up the shaft's return to its rightful place. "What do ya want from me?"

The human was flustered, partly because of the confusing conversation and partly because the sensation of the licking was pleasant to the point of feeling overstimulating.

In any case, Ryan didn't want to get caught up in arguing about words and details, so he tried reorienting the conversation a bit.

You only said you'd put a little of you inside me!

"Yes," grunted Weregarurumon patiently while slowly rising to a normal humanoid sitting posture with his feet on the floor and his rear on the bed. "I said that, and that is what it did. Now you are my partner under the Crest of Friendship!"

But that isn't... I didn't mean to...

Weregarurumon shrugged. "You're the one who was so turned on by me that you wanted to suck me off from the moment you saw that image of me. Don't pretend; I already know. No one goes for me that hard if they haven't fantasized about it tons in the past."

So I'm not the first.

"No, and you might not be the last either... although, I'm looking for a place to settle down for a while, and your body just might work."

I have so many questions about how this stuff works.

"And I'm in a mood to answer zero of 'em. Never the thinky stuff after sex."

O-okay. Well, what do we do now?

"Hmm... perhaps..."

Weregarurumon rolled back a little further onto his spine before springing off the bed and landing on his feet on the carpet with a light thud.

"Shirt's trashed, no big deal!" He brushed aside the last clinging scraps, letting them fall to the bed. "Shoes are trashed, but who cares. Kind of a nice punk look, but I can play with that more later." He pulled his ankles up each in turn and deftly yanked his feet free of what was left of the shoes -- causing them to rip even more in the process. "Hmm, now let's see."

He stood up and checked himself out in a waist-up mirror that stood atop Ryan's dresser. The shorts, which were mildly oversized to begin with, were the only part of his former outfit that seemed to fit at all. Even the underpants had definitely suffered some seam failures during the bulking-out of Weregarurumon's form from that smaller human frame. The werewolf Digimon's sheath was remained plumply visible through the undone fly. The tail was still sticking out over the back of the waistline as well.

Weregarurumon smiled at his reflection, made a fist and admired his arm, and then looked down at the shorts. "Heheh, these aren't bad... handy, and a good color."

Th-thanks...

"Still... let's see what else we can add for my wardrobe!"

Ryan could already tell that Weregarurumon was thinking of his more iconic attire as those words were spoken. Indeed, Ryan now found himself subjected to several rapidly imagined poses of Weregarurumon showing off, as he automatically also visualized what was in Weregarurumon's mind's eye.

Thuunk! Weregarurumon opened the closet so haphazardly that it was almost a swat.

He saw the human's various ordinary clothes and reached inside, already feeling some embarrassment from his host about how big and virile Weregarurumon was compared to his old self. Weregarurumon sensed this and delayed his clothing hunt for a moment, stepping back out to flex his nicely toned arms and pecs in the mirror while admiring himself.

Mmf, stop it, the host begged. You'll make me horny again!

"I think you mean I'll make me horny again," said the werebeast digimon. "This is my body now. You're just watchin' and helpin'!"

Ryan couldn't deny how true it was. While Weregarurumon returned to the closet to flick through the clothing hangers, the human commented, This is too much. First your paws destroyed my shoes, and now you're going to ruin my blue jeans, aren't you?

"Ruin is such a harsh word. I prefer to think of it as a digital deluxe upgrade!"

"You needed to work out more!" he teased aloud while returning to flick through the closet's hangers in search of some blue jeans.

I tried! the once-human insisted from inside their head. I could never get as fit as you!

"Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot..." Weregarurumon's finger-pads brushed up against some denim, and a grin spread across his face. "Awwright, now we're talkin'!"

Weregarurumon dropped to a squat before leaping sidelong onto the bed with the jeans in hand. He pulled them from the hanger, curled his back enough that his huge paws and rump were sticking in the air, and held the waist of the new pants in his teeth for a moment while he yanked the camo shorts upward and kicked them away onto the floor. His still-bulgy sheath and balls flopped down at him from above.

N-now you're just showing off!

He took the jeans from his teeth and held them in one hand. "Yeah n' somebody likes it." Before going any further, he took a deep sniff of his own musk, flooding Ryan's mind with how attractive it smelled. Then his hands went up again to slip his toes into the pants, but he lingered at the four large toes and massaged the fabric against them, again ensuring that Ryan would have no choice but to comprehend and enjoy the sensations. "Mmm, and look at these great big paws of mine, great for puttin' a stomp to the bad guys."

Ryan said nothing, but the pleasure in his feelings was impossible to conceal. Huge, strong werewolf paws... on his body, which was now Weregarurumon's body...!

Even when the digimon started trying to slide the pants on, it took some finagling to get each of the huge paws to slide through the ordinary-sized bottoms of the jeans -- a fact which Weregarurumon belabored in order to tease his host further: "Heh, I guess my feet are too big and handsome for your puny pants. Have to streeeetch 'em around the toes like so..."

Nhhggh, just put the pants on, Weregarurumon!

"Heheh, I thought I could convince you!" he said. The digimon was so darn smug and loving every minute of it. That big cock was already peeking from the sheath again, as he pulled the tight pants up as far as they would go. It was impossible to button them -- they had been undersized on Ryan already, and were definitely too short and narrow for Weregarurumon's long and well-toned legs. Once the digimon had gotten them as far up as he could -- the button and open fly just barely caressing his big sack of balls -- he grunted and focused some of his digital energy in on the object. There was a glow along his legs; something started to change, and he finished the back-curl by spring-kicking forward onto his feet.

The pants glowed pure white for a moment before having their size and properties altered in midair. Smoothly, they slid into place over Weregarurumon's hips and genitals, their color darkened towards purple, and a faint shrip! sound warned of the trademark tear forming in the pants along the top of the right thigh. The skull emblem on the left was there as well. They were, however, a bit baggy at the waist now, and there were no knee pads or ankle cuffs to hold the inexplicably ripped bottoms of the pants in place.

Weregarurumon casually corrected the belt and cuff problems by going back to the closet and snatching three of Ryan's belts, which he was able to wrap around the appropriate parts of the body and transformed into the pieces of his usual outfit. With that done, he went back to the mirror again -- looked himself over, and admired his nice bulge while asking his host a question.

"Haha, so far, so good! Hey, ya got anything else made of leather I could use for my chest strap, gloves, and pauldron?"

Uhh... no!

"Ahh! Someone's not bein' cooperative! You gotta let yourself sink into it if this is gonna work. We're the partners of Friendship after all!"

It was so corny, just like a line from the show, and somehow it was winning him over... well, that and this ongoing feeling of security and strength. Even as just a passenger in what was now Weregarurumon's body, Ryan felt like the big digimon would both keep him safe and look good doing it.

You're right, partner. I'll show you.

Ryan began vividly remembering all kinds of items, both his own and those belonging to friends or family, which might fit the description: a old biker jacket, some leather gardening gloves... maybe some of his cousin's old hockey gear? Failing that, there was always the local Ren Faire that would be starting up tomorrow...

"Now that's a good partner," said Weregarurumon before he opened the window. They were three stories up, but he very much did not seem to care as he climbed out skillfully onto the ledge. "Now we've got some leads, it's time for an adventure. Down we goooo!!"

He dropped down in a precisely calculated stunt, kicking and bounding off of walls, awnings, and a nearby tree to reach the ground with no ill consequences whatsoever. His big paws mooshed against the grass, which had been moistened by an earlier rain.

"Oh, you like the feeling of my paws, huh?" asked Weregarurumon, catching a hint of his host's enjoyment at the sensations. "Well, why not try this?"

For an instant, Ryan felt a strange sense of vertigo. For the time being, he ceased being aware of Weregarurumon's head, shoulders, chest, and so on -- rapidly losing his sense of the body, lower and lower, until all he could really feel properly were the feet and ankles. Then he heard Weregarurumon say, "Hmm..." before the weird feeling returned, and pushed Ryan's awareness even lower... all the way down into Weregarurumon's paw-soles.

Suddenly, Ryan's awareness of every inch of the paws was heightened. He could feel the slightest touch, and every movement and shift of Weregarurumon's weight made him feel as if he "was" the pawpad being stepped on. That was the only tactile sense that he could feel... and it was the only space that he felt like he occupied.

"There, that'll do for a little while, to teach you your place~" the Digimon teased.

Paws. Ryan was Weregarurumon's paws. Big, powerful paws that were about to run across the city, carrying the mighty Digimon who had possessed and appropriated him, and there was nothing he could think or do now to stop that. Ryan was only along for the ride... and he also was the ride in some fairly literal ways.

Weregarurumon sniffed the air while his host's memories unfolded for him to browse. He knew the cousin's house was in the direction of the wind, though quite a distance away... but it was after sunset night now, and avoiding being seen too often wouldn't be so hard.

He dashed down the street at a blistering pace, ready to veer into an alleyway or leap his way to elevation at the first sign of being spotted.

It felt good to run again. It felt good to be back, and he would have to reward Ryan with some more fun later. Perhaps by rubbing those paws which currently housed him along the shaft which he had so adored.

Weregarurumon's paws felt warmer at the thought.