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Thumping bass could be heard from outside the nightclub as Gui waited in line for his turn to be admitted. The wide-hipped Guilmon impatiently tapped a clawed foot on the paved sidewalk, his arms crossed along his slender torso as he drummed his arm. The breezy evening air rustled the trees aligned beside him as it whooshed past all those queued to get inside. He felt grateful that he decided to slip into a windbreaker before heading out the door, but regretted not having anything more to cover his lower half besides a pair of hot-pink booty shorts. This was one of those times where comfort should've come before aesthetics.

Every time that the line moved forward was a miniature celebration in and of itself, not only because he was one step closer to getting warm again, but also because it meant that he was one step closer to seeing what the fuss about this place was.

He'd heard from numerous people how amazing and incredible this specific club was, though, even without getting in, he could understand their arguments straight away. The sounds of the partying crowd inside indicated not only how much fun the patrons were having, but that the building was packed as well, necessitating the need for a bouncer letting people in so that they didn't operate above the maximum safe capacity.

Gui started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel as his spot in line grew closer and closer to the front, the heat of anticipation running through him neutralizing the effects that the chilly air around him caused. His blood pumped as the roar of the music swelled, his hands getting jittery with nerves. The clubs that he frequented on a regular basis were smaller affairs where he got what he wanted because everyone knew him, but the one that he was currently trying to get into? This one made him feel like a small fish in a big pond; he hadn't felt this way in years.

Eventually he made it right to the front, and was greeted by the delicious sight of a hunky WereGarurumon clad in his symbolic jeans, but also a jet-black T-shirt for some reason. He guessed that standing out in the cold all night required wearing something that provided a little extra warmth.

"ID, please." The bouncer looked down at the effeminate Guilmon, eyes obscured by a pair of tinted shades.

"Oh!" The sudden voice of the larger man broke Gui out of his thoughts, making him hastily fish around his shorts for his wallet. "Here you are." He handed the wolf his identification card. The way that the bouncer presented himself made him swoon, blood rushing to his crotch as he eyed the sumptuous bulk that the other mon sported. The outline of a fairly sizable set of pectorals showed through the fabric of the shirt as well as peaking out above the collar. What he wouldn't give to spend some quality time with this hunk!

"You're good to go." The WereGarurumon gave the red-scaled lizard the card back as he focused his eyes on the next person in line.

Gui accepted the card, though let his hand linger for a brief second. He trailed his finger up the wolf's sculpted arm, the well-defined musculature getting a rise out of him. "You know, the two of us could get to know each other better if you-"

"Not how this works." The bouncer declared without even looking at the smaller mon. "Keep it moving."

Well, that was new. Gui wasn't quite prepared for the icy reception to his invitation, but he didn't pay it too much mind - there was more fun to be had inside. With that, he slipped through the open door to the wonders inside.

Immediately upon entering, the pulsing rhythm of the music blasting from the surrounding speakers hit him far harder than he'd thought it would, though maybe not nearly as much as the sheer heat exerted by the clubgoers. It made him wonder if this place needed warming up in the winter.

Every single corner of the establishment was alive and thriving, with those not actively on the dancefloor taking a breather wherever they could find space. Some hung out with their friends, while others chatted up some of the staff working there, for a good reason in his point of view!

All of the employees that he could see around the place were pretty goddamn stacked. It didn't matter if they were either on the taller or shorter end of the height spectrum, every single one of them possessed size like they lived in a gym. He was particularly fascinated with this fireplug of a Gazimon, a member of the security team that had arms much thicker than his torso, not that that was a particularly hard feat to achieve. If he somehow struck out with other patrons that evening, he might get friendly with the beefcake.

The powerful scent of maleness filled his nostrils, pheromones tickling his brain as he scoped out an unaccompanied target. Unfortunately, it seemed like a bunch of other guys who looked similar in build to him had already scooped up all of the men that had caught his eye, leaving him a tad miffed that he didn't get there sooner. There'd likely be someone available with his desired body type coming in soon, but he had no way of knowing how long that'd take.

In the time being, Gui decided that it'd be better if he felt a bit more uninhibited, his gaze landing on the bar against the wall opposite to the dance floor. He sauntered over to the countertop, his chunky tail swishing in exuberance with every step.

He sat his voluptuous rear end down on one of the plush, upholstered stools, his vast booty cheeks spilling over the edges of the seat. It pleased him to no end that conventional bar furniture couldn't even compare to the utter scope of his magnificent posterior.

"Man, who's dick you gotta suck to get your ass fucked around here?" The words that Gui blurted were a bit more boorish than he'd intended, but at the very least it caught the bartender's attention.

Luckily for the femboy Guilmon, the Leomon manning the bar apparently didn't mind, though that was to be expected in an establishment like this. "You've got your pick of the litter in this place. Most guys here would jump at the chance if you asked them." He glanced over to the smaller man, continuing to polish the glass in his hand.

Gui eyed up the lion, the broad musculature rippling underneath those clothes caused him to feel giddy. "What about you, cutie?" He propped himself up on the bar, a lewd twinkle in his eye.

"Can't. New rules in place state that I'm not allowed to have anyone behind the counter anymore, regardless of how visible they are to the other patrons." The Leomon stated matter-of-factly as he ambled over to the lizard.

"Wait, I-" Gui hadn't expected that kind of a response. Not being able to fool around with the bartender was the norm everywhere else that he went, and it made him curse that he hadn't come to this place sooner. "Well, fuck, I was only joking, but that actually sucks that I'm too late to even try that."

The lion leaned onto the bar top, his hands spread out along the stained wood. "I honestly didn't even mind because I could still do my work while having my dick plunged into someone else's ass, but apparently one of the guys on another shift had people swarming him back here and management had to shut that privilege down." He shrugged his cannonball-like shoulders, a disappointed expression twisting his face. "Policies are policies, and I can't fight them, no matter how much I disagree with them."

"Shit." Gui drummed his fingers along his chin. He couldn't believe his terrible timing.

"Agreed. I'd have stretched you out otherwise if you'd have asked." Despite the new rule, the Leomon couldn't stop his monster hog from throbbing down his tight pant leg at the mere thought of impaling the effeminate patron. "Can I get you anything else instead?"

A bit disappointed, Gui opted to go with the one thing that he'd actually come there for. "I guess I'll take something that'll loosen me up a bit."

"Are we talking about something strong?" The bartender reached for the bottle of some spirit on the shelves behind him, one with a potent alcohol content.

A restless laugh escaped from Gui's mouth. "Oh god, no! I'd like to stay conscious, thank you."

"I think I've got something in mind that you'd like then." With the skill developed by his years of manning the bar, the Leomon stirred a number of different alcohols poured into a shaker with some ice cubes before straining the drink into a glass with more ice already in it, leaving the old cubes behind. All it needed was a twist of orange to make it ready to serve. "And there we go." He slid the drink down to the red-skinned lizard, winking at the femboy. "On the house."

In awe at the speed of the bartender, Gui's eyes flicked between the drink and the Leomon, paying special attention to the fluffy, golden mane that encircled the feline's head. "Ooh, you're not just a pretty face after all!"

"I got quite a few tricks stashed up my sleeve." The Leomon smirked, heading back to work on some of his other duties.

While the bartender's were certainly praiseworthy, Gui couldn't stop his gaze from snapping to the exquisite bulk contained in the shirt sleeve. The way that the bicep and tricep worked in tandem to stretch the material beyond its normal capacity with every movement caused blood to rush to his face, giving him a rosy blush that showed in spite of his scarlet colouration. An errant flex that popped the stitching of a seam almost made him choke on his drink!

The bartender paid it no mind as he received that reaction on every one of his shifts, but that didn't mean that he didn't appreciate it whenever it happened. He was just about finished with his cleaning when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, not needing to look to see that a familiar customer had just stepped up to the counter. "Evening, Chris, didn't think you were gonna stop by tonight."

"Hey Todd." Chris took the stool closest to the end of the bar, his ass overflowing the meagre seat and causing it to groan as it struggled to support the sudden addition of weight. "Strongest drink you got, please."

Todd smirked as the Gabumon told him his usual order. "One 'Liver Puncher', coming right up." The cocktail wasn't a common request at the club, to the point where he sometimes racked his brain trying to remember everything that went into it. Unlucky for him, it had the most ingredients required of everything on the menu. "Is it too hard to try and remember the name?"

"That drink's the reason why I keep forgetting." Chris chuckled, his barrel chest heaving with every laugh.

Had Gui been in the midst of sipping his beverage, he might've choked on it when he laid his eyes upon the largest Digimon that he'd ever seen in the city. The Rookie sat eye-level with the feline bartender, meaning that the man must've towered over everyone else that he'd met. He couldn't see much from just a profile view of the stud, but the fact that the mon's ass hung off of the back of the seat while his knees still touched the front of the bar indicated just how imposing the Gabumon was. In an instant, he was smitten.

After a few moments of remembering the order of preparing the drink, Todd set it down in front of the thickset man while accepting money in return. "And here we are." He looked at the mess of glasses that he needed to shake, stir, and muddle with, thankful that he didn't need to assemble the cocktail often. "You know, you're about the only person who even gets these."

"I'm a big man, it takes a lot to knock me on my ass." Chris accepted the glass in front of him, swirling the liquid around. "And I've got a big ass." As if to demonstrate his point, he slapped his stocky butt, jiggling the fat layered on it while the dense muscle packed underneath eventually halted the movement. He gave his drink a whiff, noting the mix of mint and fruity liquor that he inhaled before taking a swig, only to immediately recoil. "Oh fuck!" The intense alcoholic taste forced a grimace on his face. "Whoever says that booze gets easier to guzzle down the more you do it is a lying prick."

"When you're drinking enough alcohol to knock out a Mammothmon, you can't expect it to go down easy." Todd wryly grinned, happy that he wasn't the one to imbibe what was essentially sweet-tasting gasoline.

"This single glass could tranquilize the whole city." It took everything that Chris had to keep his composure after taking another sip. His nostrils flared out in discomfort as he turned to the lion behind the bar. "Got anything to report?"

Todd glanced around at the clubgoers scattered around the place before shrugging. "Nah, night's been pretty quiet."

"Good. It's about fucking time." The third gulp that Chris took felt far smoother, making him wonder if he'd just gotten used to it or the alcohol content was already having an effect on him. Either way, he was happy.

Gui, on the other hand, was more than happy as he gaped at the immense Gabumon before him. He couldn't tell if the other man had a shirt on as the leather jacket worn obscured his entire torso, but with the way that the long sleeves contoured to the bulk inside he almost wondered if it was possible for the bulky Digimon.

His eyes wandered up past the mon's thick shoulders, stopping when he noticed the aviator glasses adorned on the Gabumon's snout. It wasn't something that he usually saw on bigger men, but for some reason he thought that it worked quite well on this man. Even stranger in his eyes was that the beast not only wore a toque despite him thinking that it wasn't cold enough outside to warrant that, but also that a tuft of dirty-blond hair stuck out from under the edge of the fabric. It painted a peculiar image in his head, and he wanted to see more.

Whether it was the alcohol in his system lowering his inhibitions or the genuine desire to get a more intimate view of the stud, Gui felt himself compelled to scooch over onto a nearer stool. The act showed him just how massive the other Digimon was up close, noting how the giant's arm far outshined even the largest of staff working at the club. The jacket was far bigger than he'd initially imagined it to be, with it being a necessity due to the sheer amount of heft that it was forced to accommodate. He involuntarily bit his lip as he imagined what the Gabumon looked like without it on.

Chris wasn't blind to the presence of the smaller mon, a wry smirk forming as he watched the lizard fawn over him in his peripheral vision. The occurrence was a common one when he visited the bar, always ending in him burying his schlong deep in the bowels of whatever attractive, young thing he'd caught the attention of. It seemed like this time was no different. He slammed back the drink, leaving nothing but ice in the glass as he slid it on down to the bartender. "Didn't realize I was putting on a show." He said, side-eyeing the Guilmon. "Might have to charge you by the hour if this keeps going."

Finding out that he wasn't nearly as subtle as he'd thought that he was flustered the hell out of Gui, whose face just about went flush with embarrassment. An awkward giggle slipped past his lips. "Oh, s-sorry about that. I didn't mean to-"

"It's all good, I don't mind." Chris seemed to intensify the nervous energy that rolled off of the smaller lizard with that. "You're pretty adorable, but I bet you hear that a lot."

"O-Oh!" Gui's blush only grew the more that he got flattered by the hulking man, the blood rushing to his phallus as a result turned it into a semi-chub. "I think you're pretty fucking hot yourself."

That was the line that Chris was waiting for. "Oh yeah?" He grinned, shifting his bulk to face the smaller Digimon. "You think so?"

It was a simple move, but it was one that caused Gui's jaw to nearly fall to the floor. He saw that the Gabumon was thick from the side, but seeing him head-on was a whole other story. It turned out after all that the leather jacket hid the navy-blue shirt that the colossus wore, only he couldn't have expected it to be as wide as it was. The Digimon's shoulders looked like they stretched wider than doors could open!

His eyes traveled down the hulking beast's vast torso, eyes bulging out when they rested on that large gut that rounded out the fabric. It wasn't like he could tell just from a simple glance, but it looked like it outweighed him and a couple of the other patrons combined. His gaze then flicked between the other man's belly down to the rear end that protruded wider than even the rest of the body that it was attached to; he thought his ass was enormous, and then, all of a sudden, he meets another Digimon that puts it to shame!

Exhilaration surged through Gui's lithe frame. "Y-Yeah," he looked up at the significantly larger mon, "yeah, I do."

"Glad to hear it." Chris looked down at the Guilmon, his glasses giving him the appearance of being older than he actually was. "So what's your name, cutie?"

Gui felt his heart flutter at the hunk's compliment. "It's Gui."

"Is that short for 'Guilmon'?" Chris grinned.

"How deductive! Someone went to school." Gui batted his lashes at the Digistud.

"Yeah, I got quite a few years of education under my belt." Chris let the tip of his tongue slip through his teeth as he slid his thumbs beneath the waistband of his black jeans. "Care to see for yourself?"

Air got forced out of Gui's nostrils at the invitation, not expecting the hunk to be quite so forward. "Yes, that's exactly what I came here for!"

Chris flashed the effeminate lizard his pearly whites, amazed at how fast this was progressing. "You wanna head somewhere more private?"

"What, you don't feel like having fun right here in the middle of everyone?" His arousal skyrocketing, Gui responded with his own toothy grin.

"Oh, that would be exciting, I just don't wanna make these guys too jealous." The tension between them palpable, Chris eased off of the stool, hearing it creak in protest of being forced to support his gigantic form. "Come with me." He beckoned the Guilmon to follow him.

Gui did exactly that, of course. He felt like he'd scored the best prize in the entire club as not a single other person present in the building - faculty or customer - could compete with the absolute breadth that the Gabumon somehow possessed. Throngs of people parted to let him pass, necessary as his enormity required space that no other person needed.

His erection showed through the thin material of his booty shorts as he paraded behind the behemoth. The stool apparently understated the majesty of the mon's ass as those massive cheeks undulated with every step, his eyes transfixed on the hundreds of pounds of bulk that billowed from the movement. Concentration entirely focused on the titan's rear end, he didn't even realize that the other man had stopped and just about ran into the ass that he'd been ogling.

"Where am I headed this time, Jeff?" Chris asked a Gargomon, shorter, but with a similar build to him.

"Several of these are in the process of getting freshened up, but the third one on your left should be ready to go." Jeff pointed behind him, the gesture causing his staff shirt to ride above his own gut.

"Thanks, man." Chris patted the large Digimon before walking past him, wandering down to the room as instructed. "And here we are." He glanced at the smaller man, pushing the door in and standing back.

Gui saw that the Gabumon was letting him through first, taking the cue to wander into the private room. "Oh, wow!" The exclamation came out without him thinking of it. Despite the lodging being a feature of a night club, it had to have been one of the nicest-looking rooms that wasn't a part of someone's home. The bed alone looked like it cost more than all of the furniture at his pad.

"Yeah, I thought the same on my first visit. Beats the hell out of a motel, that's for sure." Chris closed the door behind him with his foot. "Now then," he yanked the Guilmon off of his feet, gently pinning the smaller man against the wall with his tremendous bulk, "ready to just jump right into it?"

Words failed Gui as he stammered his excitement at being restrained by the imposing Digistud. The feeling of the solid gut pressing into his own trim stomach was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before, even more thrilling being the beast's swollen pectoral mass enveloping his face. He'd died and gone to Digiheaven.

Receiving fervent gropes from the red-scaled femboy spoke volumes of information to Chris. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." His own hands traveled down the Guilmon's svelte torso, the difference in size allowing him to nearly clasp all the way around it. That was until he reached the other Digimon's rear end, his hands not able to fondle a fat cheek on their own.

Gui moaned in sheer bliss at being manhandled, his fingers and toes curling from the sensation. His cock throbbed like mad, uncomfortably trapped within its fabric prison. Face firmly wedged between the bigger man's pecs, his only method of communication became touch, though he was able to express to the hunk to ease up a bit.

Chris's grin stretched from ear-to-ear as he gazed upon the lust-drunk visage of the effeminate mon. "So? Is this everything you wanted outta me?"

"And more!" Gui went in for one more huff of the behemoth's chest before wiggling up further. His emotions had thoroughly overtaken him by this point, and he planted a long kiss right on his lover's lips.

His own libido swelling, Chris reciprocated, using a tad bit more force as he leaned into the embrace. He let the other mon's hands wander around his body just as his did as well. They'd both grown horny in a matter of seconds, and he knew that they were ready to move onto the next level.

With gusto, Gui had been swung onto the bed, the Gabumon's full weight now pressing him into the soft linen sheets. The pressure was immense, yet driving him up the wall with need. He straddled the other man's tense belly with his legs, his throbbing erection sandwiched between the pair of them. Not one other time in his life had he felt urges this extreme before.

Chris was the first to release his force, his breath hot and heavy as arousal coursed through his veins. "You ready for all this?" His third leg visibly pulsed in his pants, the fabric contouring around his Digihood and leaving nothing to the imagination.

The spectacle of a cock pretty much as wide as his waist sent Gui's nerves haywire, with him practically forcing himself onto the other man and huffing the musky shaft through the material. "Oh god, please breed me, I beg of you. Stuff that dick deep inside me and claim me as your own!"

"Eager, I like that." Chris grinned, running a claw down the effeminate mon's face as his other hand slipped out of his leather jacket before shooting to his pants zipper, his pole demanding freedom. But, as luck would have it, his plans would be derailed when he heard muffled shouting coming from the other side of the wall. His head whipped around when he heard a crying originating from the room next door; he couldn't, in good conscience, continue while that was happening.

Gui watched the larger man stop in his tracks, unsure of what was going on. "Everything alright?"

The continued fighting caused Chris to cringe, knowing that it wouldn't be the correct move to just ignore it. It pained him that he had to put his fun time on hold, but this would always take precedence. "Sorry, you'll have to gimme a moment." With an urgency in his voice, he sprung out of the room and battered down the door to the lodging next to him. There, he saw Zack, an Impmon, forced onto the bed in an obviously agonizing position by a burly ExVeemon that looked capable of outlifting even himself. This would've been incredibly awful had he not shown up when he did. "You folks enjoying yourselves?"

The ExVeemon snarled his displeasure at being interrupted, his shirt nearly failing to contain the bulk held within it. "Hey, fuck off! Can't you see we're having fun here?" His arms involuntarily flexed at the sight of the intruder, the blue-scaled lizard unhappy that he wasn't immediately the largest man in the vicinity.

"Seems like that's only true for one of you." Chris' gaze snapped over to the Impmon on the bed, a distressed look on the much-smaller Digimon's face. "You gonna let him go, or am I gonna have to make you?"

The ExVeemon could only laugh at the remark. "You're not gonna make me do shit. Now fuck off!" He barked through gritted teeth, tensing his body from top to tail in an effort to look bigger than the colossal Gabumon, his shirt struggling to maintain its structural integrity as it tore slightly at its seams.

Chris could only sigh at the pathetic display of machismo. "I can't have one fucking night of peace here..." His fingers pushed his glasses up as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He sighed. "Alright, here's the deal - you leave now and nothing bad will happen to you, or you stay here and fuck around until you find out what I'll do to you."

"Oh yeah? That's what's going down here?" The aggro lizard squared up the Gabumon. The both of them seemed to be as wide as one another, only that he compensated for his lack of height with extra thickness. Even though he wore sweatpants, he was pushing them to their limits with how much accommodation they were able to provide to his tree-trunk legs. "You got a big mouth on you." He forced himself as uncomfortably close to the other mon as he could.

Chris bored a hole through the ExVeemon with a stare alone, his narrowed eyes unflinching regardless of how near the other reptile got to his face. "Thanks, I like to eat with it."

"I got a knuckle sandwich coming your way then." With a nature that matched his outward demeanour to a T, the ExVeemon wound up a punch that was sent right for the other mon's face.

Having been in this situation many times in the past, Chris had experience in predicting the fighting patterns of whomever tried to scrap with him, nimbly dodging out of the way of the potential blow to his body. "Trying to hit the guy with glasses on? You're a brave one, I'll tell you that." In spite of the layer of fat that coated his body from head to toe, Chris possessed a strength to give him a punch that would make a MachGaogamon green with envy. A single, rapid swing of his fist connected with the gut of the other lizard, crumpling the bastard to the ground while a second, quick haymaker delivered to the ExVeemon's dome knocked him to the floor entirely. "You don't look very big when you're down there. Maybe learn to fight next time."

The ExVeemon was incapable of saying anything, all of his energy went to ensuring that nothing about him was seriously damaged. Groaning was the only thing that he was able to do at the time being.

Zack whistled, amazed at how quickly his would-be attacker got knocked out. "Damn, I thought that asshole would've put up a better fight!"

"Yeah, you're brave, alright." Chris smirked, bending down to get a better look at the Digimon on the floor. "Brave, but stupid. You don't pick fights with people bigger than you, everyone knows that."

"Fuck you." The ExVeemon grunted, clutching his aching face as his he assuaged his bruised ego. "You're just lucky places like this exist because you're too ugly to get your dick wet the normal way."

The other Digimon's cutting remark sliced deep into Chris, scowling over the top of his glasses at the blue-skinned lizard on the floor. He snorted in anger. "Now ya fucked up." With resentment as powerful as the fury of a thousand suns guiding his actions, he grabbed the ExVeemon by the collar and thrust him unceremoniously against the wall. He didn't know who was on the other side of the divider, but at the moment he didn't particularly care. There were more important things to worry about.

"Hell yeah, now it's getting good!" Zack grinned in mischievous glee as he knew what to anticipate from the Gabumon.

Weakly blinking, the ExVeemon glanced over to see the smaller mon playing with himself, in complete confusion as to what the reason could possibly be. "Hey, what's he so happy about?"

With the first devilish smile that he'd given to someone in quite some time, Chris raised his other hand and daintily placed it on the other reptile's titanic trap. "This."

The ExVeemon couldn't understand what was supposed to happen until he felt a cold, alien sensation emanate throughout his body from the point where the Gabumon's hand contacted him. He struggled in the other mon's grasp, only to find that any energy that he might've had had somehow dissipated. Whatever was going on, it had him more frightened than he'd been in his entire adult life.

Chris, on the other hand, perceived the opposite feeling, with warmth shooting to the tip of every one of his limbs. He sighed in delight as the glowing wave of pleasure washed over his form, awakening every cell in his body. It was time to get this show on the road.

His eyes darting around the room in a panic, the ExVeemon's breathing grew staccato with dreadful apprehension. Every single action executed that led to this very moment had been seriously regretted, leaving him to whimper at whatever misery might befall him. It took only a few, painful seconds longer than that for something to occur - the site of physical connection between him and the other Digimon went ice cold, his nostrils flaring in abject fear of the unknown.

Relishing in the agony that the ExVeemon was experiencing first-hand made Chris feel intensely satisfied; he wasn't the type of person who enjoyed seeing people suffer, however, he liked making bullies feel as small as they made others, in this case quite literally. It was too subtle to notice with the naked eye, but he could feel the start of the tormentor's size being transferred to him through his grip on the other mon's neck. This guy will learn the hard way to treat others with respect, just like everyone else that came before him.

He hummed in serenity as the size theft continued, the pace of the transmission increasing. It became noticeable that the lizard in his grip was losing the bulk that he'd likely built up over a fairly lengthy period of time, disappearing off of his blue-skinned frame in a matter of moments. A laboured groan shot past his lips before his mouth contorted into a sardonic grin; it was time to put all that mass to much better use.

ExVeemon could only watch in horror as his hard-earned musculature evaporated off of his form, vanishing as if it never existed at all. He would've fought as hard as he could to get out of there if he were able to, but alas, he was still powerless in the hands of the now-larger Digimon. And as if that wasn't enough, the worst thing imaginable to him happened - the Gabumon somehow was getting bigger! His eyes almost fell out of their sockets in pure incredulity. It was official, he'd fucked up really bad...

Heavy beef added to his frame caused Chris to moan in delight, his shoulders rolling as delicious heft piled on at a speedy clip. Just as the other lizard's clothing grew looser as he lost bulk in the blink of an eye, his attire stretched to take in all of the muscle mass that he stole from the bully. Doing some guesswork in his head, he estimated that he'd be the new owner of several hundred pounds of additional bulk, a thought that cajoled a spurt of pre to belch forth from the tip of his dick. He had to smirk, knowing that his endowment would be getting in on the action at any second.

Mentally pleading for his ordeal to be over with, ExVeemon softly mewled for his torment to cease. His gorgeous physique had all but receded, leaving him as the lithe lizard that he'd been all those years ago. It upset him how much he'd emotionally regressed since then, knowing full-well how bad it felt to have the bigger guys mock him for no reason. The recognition of his slide into that same territory forced him to try and utter out an apology, though he didn't even know if it came out audible at all. He'd take everything back if was able to.

The faint crying coming from the other reptile started getting under Chris' skin, having never seen an antagonizer react this negatively to their punishment. Anger was common among his adversaries, but not full-on despair; his conscience called to wrap this up.

A sudden jolt of icy energy shooting through the ExVeemon startled him, oblivious as to what it meant, though finding out its significance in an instant. He observed, dejectedly, as the frame to his body began to shrink along with the rest of him, not only reducing the width of his shoulders, but also curtailing his height to the point where he'd now stand eye-level with the Impmon on the bed. And if that wasn't enough, he could feel his flaccid prick dwindling to a fraction to the size that it used to be, though his now-average-sized phallus still seemed a tad large for his diminutive stature. As much as he hated having his bulk taken from him, he knew that he deserved it because of his actions and accepted being disciplined by the Gabumon.

Chris shuddered as the bulk piled onto him at the quickest rate that it could transfer. Every single one of his measurements leapt by metres in all directions, generating stress in his clothing. What once barely fit, his shirt had risen up his expanding torso, now leaving his mammothian gut exposed as his top turned into a pec cozy, though even that got tested as his slabs of chest meat had grown to prodigious proportions, jutting out just barely farther than his belly.

His shoulders now resembled boulders in everything but construction, so broad across that traveling through doors sideways was a necessity, though requiring to duck due to his now-twelve-foot height would even make that difficult. The addition of the other reptile's obscene muscle mass made him tip the scales at a staggering eighteen hundred pounds, easily the biggest that he'd ended up as after siphoning off of a single person.

Like his torso, his lower half also benefited from the extra heft. Previously making the bar stools squeal out in lament, he'd now likely demolish any single one that he sat on with an expansive ass twice as wide as any current patron here, though he might get lucky if he were large enough to plant his rear on two at once. But even still...

And then there was his pride and joy, throbbing in place as it made telephone poles look shrimpy. This was one of those moments where he wished that he wore something roomier as both his cock and balls fought to acquire room in the restrictive fabric.

The ExVeemon's cheeks burned with regret as he was carefully placed back down, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. He let his ego spiral out of control and paid the price for it. He'd have to start all over from the very beginning now.

The sight of the pitiful Digimon in front of him broke Chris' heart; he felt that speaking with an air of kindness was the only way forward from here. "I hope this teaches you a lesson." The colossal size of his physique gave him trouble in trying to bend down, but he somehow managed to do so without shredding a single seam. "You can't mess with the people here and expect to get away with it. You'll always get caught."

"Yes, sir." ExVeemon turned to leave after gathering the clothes that he'd presently swim in were he to wear them, though stopping when he felt a tug on his arm.

Chris wasn't quite finished with the smaller reptile. "Now, that being said..." The area where he contacted the blue-scaled lizard began to tingle for the both of them, though this time he had something different in mind.

The ExVeemon gasped as a warmth suddenly took over him, the sensation in complete contrast to his previous experience. He knew exactly what it meant as the abrupt arrival of some of his size followed shortly after it started. The bulk gained back wasn't nearly at the level that he started at, but it was enough to make a difference, letting him stand a foot taller and around a hundred pounds of muscle mass heavier than what he was just at. He was stunned.

"Don't go thinking we're finished just yet." With a confidence befitting of a man his size, he let his fingers roam down to the lizard's stiffening cock, waiting to see if he'd be pushed away, but observing that it never happened. That gave him the go-ahead to gingerly caress the turgid pole of his fellow reptile, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the smaller man. He deduced that the other mon must've been extraordinarily pent-up before he visited this club because it took barely any time at all for the rod in his hand to ejaculate several shots of creamy seed along his brawny forearm.

The unexpected handjob confused the hell out of ExVeemon, who felt that it stood in direct opposition to the theft of his bulk. Then again, it fit right in with the return of a little bit of his size, leading to confusion restlessly jolting his nerves. "Wait, why are you doing this all for me?" Who the hell was this Gabumon?!

Chris licked the salty cum off of his forearm, a warm smile forming on his face for the first time since entering that room. "Because you understood why I took away your size in the first place. I've hardly done this for anyone because they almost never show remorse for their actions." To emphasize his sincerity, he pulled the other lizard against his imposing form, pressing his lips against the other in a quick smooch. "When you're ready to try this over again with a clear mind, come back here to see me. We'll talk, okay?"

"Yeah." The anguish that had consumed his soul had been supplanted with hope - hope that he could not only get his size back, but also that he could turn around his life again. He wanted to be the big guy that he aspired to be all those years ago. "Yeah, okay." With his size just large enough to clothe himself now he slipped back into his garments, though the excessively baggy attire made him look like a child trying on his dad's clothes. Nevertheless, he was able to keep it all on him as he made his way out the back entrance, wanting to avoid the crowds.

Satisfied, Chris turned his whole body to the only other occupant in the room, his titanic traps keeping his head locked in place. "You seem to end up with a lot of these guys, eh Zack."

"It'd be nice if all these 'bad boys' weren't actually terrible people. I ain't having great luck here." Zack sighed, resting his head on his hand.

"Seems that one's gonna change his tune." Chris gestured in the direction that the other Digimon exited with his head.

"You certain about that?"

Assurance coursing through his veins, Chris' grin could've stretched a mile wide if possible. "Yeah, I've got a good feeling." He then narrowed his eyes at the Impmon, a lascivious expression lighting up his face. "And now, it's time that I take care of you."

"'Take care' of me?" Zack snorted. "What are you, my dad?"

"In size? Absolutely. In age?" Chris giggled. "I'm not quite there yet." Like his fellow lizard, he let his fingers delicately roam up the other man's thigh, the act inflating the smaller mon's crotch rocket to full mast. Then, mirroring his scheme from before, he allowed his touch to act like a connection between the two of them, transferring size to the Impmon.

"Woah!" Zack blurted out, covering his mouth in surprise. Unlike any other time in his entire life, his shaft was now more than just below-average, growing in the Gabumon's grip. It bloated past the size of some of his previous hook-ups, gobbling up the space between his legs as the tip of his dick rose higher along his abdomen. "H-Holy shit! What's this for?"

Chris licked his lips in anticipation for the outcome of the other man's penile enhancement. "Just a little something for your troubles."

To say that Zack was astounded at the utter magnitude of his swelling shaft would be an understatement. He was speechless, gracious that he happened to know the one Digimon that would bestow this kind of gift upon him. Everything about this felt great, up until what felt like a fleshy wine bottle smacked him in the chest, his eyes opening in pure shock. "Hey, stop right there!" He jumped back, totally caught off-guard. "I won't be able to conceal this thing if it gets any bigger!"

"Okay, yeah," Chris wrenched his hand away, "that's totally fair." He'd have gone much farther if he was allowed to, but he respected the Impmon's wishes.

Despite Zack's python not being close to where the other mon wanted it to be, it already looked preposterous on his slim frame. The wordless chuckle of discovery exited his mouth as both hands were required to even circle it now. His salami would be the talk of his friend group now, but what was even more impressive now was the fact that the larger man pretty much looked the same. "Damn, you look like that barely affected you at all."

Chris had to snicker at the remark. "Think about it. I'm over ten feet of gigantic Digibulk, while you're someone that's three-feet tall and not even seventy pounds soaking wet." He gave the now-hyper Digimon a knowing look. "I don't have to give much for it to show up on you."

"Okay, okay, that makes sense." Zack, regardless of his own inhibitions, felt eternally grateful towards the Gabumon for the gift, though one question still remained on his mind. "Uh, so, what exactly was the purpose for doing this?"

Impish delight cascaded over Chris as his plan was finally coming to fruition. "I thought you'd never ask." He grabbed the Impmon off of the bed, startling the daylights out of the smaller man, and tonguing along the swollen length before taking the entire thing into his cavernous maw. While the other mon was just barely tall enough to reach his kneecap, the girthy cock in his mouth more than made up for the height disparity.

Zack snorted out of his nose as his fuckmeat was worked over by the colossus. As his endowment had been grown, so, too, did his sensitivity heighten. There was no chance that he could've expected to receive that in addition to everything else, so he held on for as long as he could. His breathing grew laboured the more that the Gabumon sucked him off, cursing how experienced the larger man was. He didn't even stand a chance up against that kind of practice.

It was the moment that Chris waited calmly for. He knew that the other Digimon wouldn't have anticipated such a dramatic increase in how susceptible that his length was to stimuli, and he sneakily used it to his advantage. As soon as he felt the flow spurt its first dribble, he opened his mouth on purpose, not inherently caring whether or not that he'd catch everything, but was doing an excellent job based on the sheer size difference between them.

The sensation of shooting off the largest load that he'd ever had in his life nearly brought Zack to his knees, with the thing finishing the job being a sudden squeeze on his plump cum tanks. He whimpered in delight as his nerves pulsed electric pleasure to his brain, causing his eyes to screw shut in response. The outcome of his orgasm was entirely up to the Gabumon now.

Unexpectedly, Chris had done an excellent job of collecting every drop of spunk that got geysered in his direction, with nary a dribble missing its target. Nevertheless, it was a messy affair, but that was intentional. He had something in mind for his little friend when the discharge had ceased.

Zack felt ready to pass out after blasting out what seemed to him like a lifetime's worth of his cum in one go. Consciousness was fleeting, with him struggling to stay awake. He blinked repeatedly to try and regain his bearings, though the handsome visage of the enormous Digiman became prominent enough to be seen through his blurry vision.

Chris was a patient man with it came to his sexual partners, with the Impmon being no different. He knew how much this kind of release would've rocked the tiny mon, with that being part of the reason why he did this in the first place. All that he needed was for the other Digimon to finish rubbing his eyes before he went in, pressing his lips against the others in a passionate embrace, while also transferring a load of the other mans' seed into his own mouth.

The abrupt presence of his jizz on his tongue elicited a momentary gasp, only for it to settle into a moan as the masculine essence danced on his taste buds. The way that the behemoth's tongue took up so much space in his mouth caused him to involuntarily swallow, ingesting the seed. Had he been ready to go, he'd have climaxed right then and there! "Oh, f-fucking hell..." Zack recoiled, wiping his mouth free of excess saliva.

"That's all you, baby." Chris planted another peck onto the Impmon's cheek.

"Well..." Zack cleared his throat, recapturing his composure. "This has definitely been an interesting experience. It's probably my day to beat now."

Seeing the other mon's prick was still a gooey mess, Chris then took the entire thing into his mouth to clean it off well, swallowing the remnants in one gulp. "Good, I'm glad." He placed the smaller man back down on the bed, snickering as the Impmon's legs buckled from the lovemaking session. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Zack mumbled, his nerves still a bit frayed. "Uh, you just go on and do your thing, I still need a moment to myself." He watched with intent as the titan wrestled with the door frame, eventually overcoming it with almost negligible damage. Now alone, he let his nervous giggling free, thrilled to bits at the whole experience. "What a night!"

With all the trouble that he'd had getting through the last doorway, Chris grunted as he fought to get through this one as well, though clearly a bit less careful about the act as some cracks emerged in the frame. "Sorry about that, things got a bit out of hand over there." He carefully closed the door behind him, thankful that it still shut.

Gui had been lying on the bed with his head in the pillows, kicking his feet in the air while he waited for his studly companion to return. "Is everything alright? What was that about?" He inquired without turning around.

"Bit of an altercation. It's all settled now." Chris started a countdown in his head for when he expected the Guilmon would notice his sudden shift in size.

Gui, now grateful that he wasn't alone anymore, shifted himself so that he was sitting at the edge of the bed, only to leap back in utter surprise when he took in the immensity of the Gabumon. "Holy fuck!" The expansiveness of the other man caused his heart to skip a beat. "You're humongous!"

"Very astute of you."

Gui felt lost for words. "Okay, but... how?"

Knowing that he had a lot to go over, Chris made himself comfortable by leaning against the wall, but just hard enough so that he didn't shear right through it by accident. "Alright, I'll break it down for you since you're new." He adjusted his aviator glasses to better see the red-scaled reptile on the bed. "This club's super popular, brings in all sorts of people from the area. Problem is that some of those people aren't the kind to treat others with respect. You know, the type that thinks they can always get what they want, when they want."

"Okay, yeah, I have an idea of who you're talking about."

"Well, I don't particularly like that here because we're all just trying to destress from our jobs and have fun, so some turbo-douche making life hell for someone else is the last thing I want. And so I deal with that myself." Chris stated every word in a very casual nature. "I work at a bank. I have more than my fair share of experience handling aggro dipshits."

That raised unanswered questions in Gui's head. "Uh, so how exactly do you do that?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Chris boomed in his best radio-announcer voice. "These guys are commonly bigger guys picking on smaller guys, so I let them know what that feels like." He glanced over his glasses down at the Digimon on the bed. "I take their size."

"That's a thing?!" Gui pushed himself forward, his shock wanting him to hear more.

"Not for the general public, but you gotta know where to look if you actually wanna do it." Understanding how rough the process to acquire such an ability was, Chris sighed, knowing that someone had most definitely tried it since meeting him. "It's honestly almost not worth the hassle with the amount of technical computer knowledge you need. Anyway, these assholes get smaller, I get bigger, and everything goes back to being business as usual."

Gui only then noticed the absurd state of the giant's shirt. "Must be murder on your clothes."

"Eh, I make sure to pick ones that have some give to them. Except my jacket, but I take good care of that."

One thing still felt odd to Gui. "So, wait, wouldn't these guys hear that these other guys are getting shrunk? You'd think they'd stop acting like dicks after one too many stories."

"I would absolutely think they'd stop if they actually gave it any thought and reflected on how the risk isn't worth the reward. They should think twice about trying to mess with anyone here." Chris couldn't contain his smirk. "Or not. It's funnier this way."

"And hotter. You're a total fucking beast right now!" Gui's eyes lit up at the thought of getting intimate with such a colossal Digihulk. "I don't think I've ever seen someone larger than you before."

"This isn't even the biggest I've been before! I once drained seven guys in one night, and I needed to transfer a lot of that size to other patrons just to be able to clothe myself again. I just about packed the dance floor myself!" Chris laughed as he recalled that night, his voice booming outside of the room.

That got Gui to sit up straight and pay complete attention. "Wait, you can give size too?!"

"Oh yeah, I can take and give. You can't have one without the other." Right away, Chris had an idea of what the Guilmon was thinking of. "Really came in handy that night so that I didn't blow my load all over everyone clubbing."

"Why would you care about that at that point?"

"Well, you know, the dance floor is intended for dancing, whereas these rooms are the explicitly designated area for patrons to get their freak on." Chris shrugged his boulder shoulders. "It's just common courtesy, right?"

Just then, a titillating idea wormed its way into Gui's head. "Did you ever give someone back their size after you took it from them?"

"Oh, of course. One of them is actually a Gazimon that works security up at the front of the club."

"Holy shit, that guy's a tank!" Gui blurted out, his arousal sent blood down to engorge his cock.

"He was during the first time I saw him too, but he learned very quickly what happens when you harass people here while I'm around." Chris gave the other mon a knowing look. "We talked after that. Turned out he followed a lot of those 'pick-up artist' types online and thought you treated people like shit to get what you want. Boy, was he surprised when that didn't pan out!" He sniggered. "I gave him his size back when he promised to stop listening to those tools, and, well, you can see that he turned himself around. I'm happy when people take my advice to heart."

Gui's mind immediately filled with images of the shortstack that he saw by the door, his pucker twitching wildly. "Do you still talk with him?"

"Sure, quite often. In fact, the two of us sometimes double-team another person-"

"Really?!" Gui shouted out louder than anticipated.

The sudden outburst elicited a chuckle from Chris. "Yes, but when he's not on the job."

"Ah, fuck." Embarrassment overtook Gui as he cupped his face, a crimson blush overtaking his cheeks.

Chris quirked a brow at the effeminate Digimon, a wry smirk twisting his mouth. "You're not upset that you've only got me, are you?"

"A stud like you? No fucking way would I be upset!" To prove that he meant it, Gui hopped off of the bed, lunging against the solid tum of his lover.

"Good, I'm glad." Chris cooed, running his hand down the back of the red-skinned lizard's head. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I want you so badly!" Gui moaned, his turgid member leaking profusely from just the scent of the hulking mass monster alone. "I wanna feel you. All of you!"

That gave Chris an idea. "All of me?" He gently pushed forward, letting his fellow reptile stumble backwards onto the bed. "So, like my massive gut? You wanna feel that on top of you?"

The pressure, while restrained quite a bit, felt immense to Gui, who'd began grinding his cock into the other man's taut belly. "God, yes! It's like having a living tank pressing into me."

"Good." Chris purred, his grin growing mischievous. With a haste that belied his size, he ripped his tum away from the Guilmon and spun around on his heels before rubbing his ass through his black jeans. "What about this, hmm?"

If there was one thing that Gui had his eye on the entire time that he'd been there in the club, it'd have been the Gabumon's mammothian ass. The behemoth looked ready to crush cars before, but now he couldn't imagine what the colossus was capable of squashing. "Your cheeks are so perfect!"

"Ooh, I like the sound of that." With aplomb, Chris deftly fumbled the fastener and zipper open without even being able to see them before shucking his pants down around his ankles. It left his lower half clad in only a dark-green speedo, but that wasn't what grabbed the other mon's attention.

Gui's eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing, his brain almost short-circuiting from the spectacle before him. "Could I-" He reached forward, hoping to get a closer look.

"Of course." Chris replied, carefully scooching backwards until the red-scaled femboy grasped the enormity of each globular cheek for himself.

Gui was entirely transfixed on what looked like thousands of pounds of stocky bulk right in front of his face, knowing right away that even one cheek weighed more than several clubgoers. "You're so goddamn huge. Man, what I wouldn't _give_to have an ass even a fraction as big as yours!"

"Really?" Chris' eyes bugged out wide when he heard that.

"Yes, absolutely." Gui snorted his ardent desire, squeezing his fingers into the fat-caked glutes.

"Then let's do that!" Chris ripped his body away, only to turn around and display the third leg stretching the speedo to its near breaking point as it almost lost the battle to contain all of that meat.

Air got forced out of Gui's nostrils as he laid his eyes upon the thickest log of Digi fuckmeat that he'd ever seen in his life, even online! "Fucking hell!" He reached out to caress the monolithic pillar in all of its glory, feeling like it could put redwoods to shame. "That thing's way bigger than I am!"

"Then let's fix that, shall we?" Chris' impish grin returned once more, this time stronger than ever. "Your clothes gotta come off for this."

"Yes, sir!" Gui happily stripped naked, voluptuous assets finally set free. His hands meandered around his chubby posterior, the light fondling sending ripples of euphoric bliss rushing through his system. "You're good with giving me some of your size?"

"Of course not. I don't mind giving you some of my ass at all. Good news is that, since you're fairly small, a little bit goes a long way on your body." Chris licked his lips in anticipation, already imagining the tremendous derriere that the lithe femboy would possess once his work had finished. "And since my ass is massive by virtue of the rest of me being as well, you'll end up looking like you gained a lot more than I lost."

Gui moaned in spite of nothing having been started yet; the mere idea of his booty expanding was enough to set him off. "So what should I-" He didn't get to finish his thought as he felt the monstrous mitts of the Gabumon grope each of his cheeks, air sucked in through gritted teeth at the sensation of his ass actually being almost entirely held at once. What a man!

The ecstatic feeling that Chris' touch provided sent the effeminate lizard faltering onto the bed, knees weak from being manhandled. He thought it was the perfect position for the other man as it both gave him access to work on his project, as well as surprise his fellow reptile with a little something-something to enhance their shared experience.

Overwhelming emotions swirled inside of Gui's soul, leaving him unsure of how best to feel at the moment. One thing that he was sure of was that the sensations coming from his receptive ass cheeks felt way too damn good, really good, in fact! He couldn't see what the reason for that was, but he soon felt it for himself with his own two hands - his plump rear end was actually growing as intended!

Chris worked his magic into the Guilmon's body, massaging his thick fingers along the fat of that chubby rump. More and more it swelled in his grasp, though also performing the double duty of widening those girly hips to better accommodate his leviathan schlong. It made him wonder if the burgeoning mon noticed the extra benefit yet.

Gui nuzzled his face into the soft comforter, happily inhaling the scent of fresh linens. He'd never felt this horny before, though he just chalked it up to getting what he'd been craving that whole night. That was until he realized that his cock was pushing up along his slender torso for some reason. He sent a hand down there to investigate whether or not it was just him getting erect like usual, only to gasp when he discovered that his pole swelled in his very hand!

"Aha, you finally noticed it!" Chris beamed. "Time to kick this into high gear now." With his vigourous essence coalescing inside of him, he forced it all into the femboy below him, seeing in real-time how the glutes had ballooned huge enough that his hands were no longer sufficient enough to fully clutch them all of a sudden. His magnum dong lurched at the incredible display, threatening to tear out of the speedo entirely. He might just let it.

The dual assault on both his rear and dick made Gui a fidgeting mess, unsure of which felt better to him. Like the titanic Gabumon, his tush was nearly wide enough across to match the breadth of the bed frame, but his shaft was surging far faster than he'd anticipated, its girth wider than the average person's leg while longer than a traffic bollard. The important thing was that neither of his body parts were slowing down in the slightest.

Chris' hands clenched down as tight as he could without inflicting pain on the other man, putting everything that he had into blimping out the red-skinned mon as quickly as he could. A tearing could be heard as his speedo had had enough, giving up the ghost and freeing his Digihood for the world to see. His breathing grew staggered the more that he pumped pure, unadulterated size into his lover. He'd never met anyone so insatiable for size until now.

That moment was the first time that Gui felt like maybe this whole thing was starting to become too much for him. His hips had overtaken the bedframe by a good margin now, but what had really set off his concern was that his length was now as wide as his torso was now and was pushing past his head to keep bloating larger with every passing microsecond. "Do you think that's enough yet?"

"You're ready to call it quits already?" The incredulous nature of the question made Chris laugh. "I'm almost done, don't worry." His smirk never faded as he watched the femboy's crotch rocket develop into an oversized body pillow, while his ass just matched his. He felt content to stop. "There, now you're _perfect_for me."

To Gui, having his arousal well up inside of him to that degree felt like something one might within the realms of fantasy or science fiction, but it was all positively real. He shuddered when he had to stretch his arms out just to feel the edges of his own rump. He wasn't just a femboy Digimon anymore, he was _the_femboy Digimon!

"You're looking damn fine, kid." Chris admired his handiwork, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth with perverse intent. "I'll just have to take some of the size back after since those booty shorts won't save you from indecency charges if you remain there."

Gui gasped with even the gentlest touch given to his billowed assets. His tailhole winked in need for the Gabustud to take like he'd asked for before, but his diamond-hard cock felt like it could drill through solid rock. Both extremes fought over his rapacious urges, coaxing a deprived moan to come from the pit of his soul.

"Okay then, you just wanna get into it." Chris couldn't find anything wrong with that. "I hope you appreciate how much 'junk data' I'm plunging into you." He laughed at his own joke as he covered his hand with his own slimy pre, carefully pushing into the cleft of those red-skinned ass cheeks.

The sensation of hands bigger than his chest digging into his posterior sent euphoric impulses directly to his cock, which throbbed like crazy as the balls that had grown to match audibly churned with potent seed. There wasn't a chance that he could see his engorged cum tanks right now, but he could feel them dominate the space between his thick legs. They dropped lower than his knees, and they wanted nothing more than to empty.

Chris bit his bottom lip in passionate longing, his own libido skyrocketing when he learned that his entire hand can fit inside the Guilmon's hungry hole now. "Ooh, this is exactly what I wanted." He let his behemothian python slap onto the other mon's chunky glutes, the sound reverberating throughout the room. The copious amounts of preseed produced let it slide right into the crack, the tip kissing the anus. Now, it wasn't like he didn't feel anything from this, he just had more experience and could compose himself longer. This, however, wasn't something he'd ever tried before with someone, and he, too, struggled in his own right.

Gui reached above his head and grabbed at his rod, his fingers slipping from the top and instead gripping onto the thick foreskin. Like everything else, this got him groaning in arousal as his cockflesh rumbled and belched another dollop of pre onto the bed sheets, soiling them with his admittedly manly-smelling jism. Huh, he never knew that he had that kind of scent inside of him.

Like everything else thus far, impaling the effeminate Guilmon was a piece of cake for Chris, who hilted the curvaceous man in a matter of seconds. He moaned in atavistic craving to breed, pushing his pelvis flush to propel his turgid pillar balls deep. His growing urges took over, instinctively building a pace from that point onward. Time to claim what was his.

Feeling thousands of pounds of humongous Gabumon bulk slamming into his fat rear end dissipated any strength to move that he might've had left. He let the hulking behemoth have his way with him, acting solely as a receptacle for that redwood shaft to unload into. Every thrust, however, pushed a little more preseed out of his own monster hog, inducing his arms to wrap around its entirety and hump into the sheets. They'd fuck in tandem with one another, in both rhythm, and heart beat.

As he was demonstrably the largest of the two, Chris barely needed to hunker down much over the Guilmon until the red-skinned femboy was almost entirely covered. His domed gut rested on the whole of the effeminate mon's back, ending just past the top of the smaller man's pointed ears. The smell of the other giant length invaded his nostrils, causing him to provide attention to the steamy cockflesh, gripping it in different spots with both of his sizable hands. The veins throbbing in his grasp pushed him ever so much closer towards the edge.

The outcome of immense pleasure, the likes of which he didn't even know existed, just about induced unconsciousness in Gui, who struggled with all his might to stay awake to experience the bliss that only this Adonis of a Digimon could provide. Every buck into his ass spewed yet more pre, although the swelling of his taint indicated that he couldn't attempt to suppress his libido anymore, even if he tried.

Chris, too, felt near to his own orgasm, the pumping of his cock intensifying with every passing second. Animalistic grunts slipped out of his throat as he jackhammered his shaft deep into the femboy's silken bowels, flattening the smaller mon's prostate like it was a button hardwired directly to the brain. Every buck from then on showed less resistance from the red-scaled man; he knew what was about to occur.

With his tailhole thoroughly assaulted by the most prodigious of every cock on the planet, Gui's defiance melted away as the pressure in his lower half hit a ferocity that he'd never seen before, the sensation inducing his fattened orbs to discharge all that had built up over the last little while. There wasn't any possible way that he could close his floodgates, nor did he want to - the seed gushing out from his cumpipe smelled way too damn good to keep contained.

The sheer waterfall of spunk pouring from the smaller man underneath him triggered a chain reaction inside of Chris, who moaned the loudest that he'd ever had before, obliterating the damn blocking his flow and draining his balls into the effeminate Guilmon enveloping his monolithic prick. His cum gushed through his fellow reptile, painting those inner walls a pearlescent white as it all had nowhere to go but to gather inside of his gut. If this kept up, his belly might be rivaled by the end of the night.

Gui's eyes had screwed shut as the overwhelming amount of spunk cramming into his innards provided a new pressure that increased as the one in his testicles diminished. The utter amount of cum that he could take surprised even him, though he didn't want the flow to stop now. He wanted to take everything that the hulking Gabumon could flood him with.

Chris also felt the staggering feeling over exhaustion start making its presence known. His pelvis had slammed flush against the smaller man's ass, plugging the hole to ensure that his untold litres of Digibatter stayed inside of his effeminate lover where it all belonged.

Time felt nonexistent as Gui trickled the last of his rich jizz from his oversized bits, not even his hands having the energy to move. It didn't help that the mass monster lying on top of him just finished as well. To be fair, the feeling of that kind of weight on top of him felt nice since the Digistud happened to lay in a great configuration to avoid crushing him. He felt incredibly at ease.

Chris, meanwhile, had his eyes fight to stay open. His wheezy breathing heaved his stupendous chest with every gulp of air, rubbing the mounds of densely-packed beef along the head of the femboy. There wasn't anything that he wanted to do at the moment but revel in his well-deserved afterglow.

In his lust-drunk state, whole eternities felt like they passed Gui by the more than he lay there, but only fifteen minutes had actually gone by when he felt enough of his essence return to give himself strength. Not that it mattered, because he was still at the mercy of the colossus above him.

Unlike his red-skinned counterpart, Chris recovered fairly quickly due to his experience with unloading balls the size of bodybuilders. Still, he felt his libido hadn't fully been sated, leading him to pop the effeminate man right off of his cock and throw him into the more passionate kiss that he'd had in a good, long while.

The embrace caught Gui off-guard, but there was no way that he'd ever mind locking lips with the gigantic Gabumon. The one thing that he wasn't expecting, however, was the other man's forceful use of tongue, shoving it so far into his mouth that he almost could swallow it. Literally everything done to him emphasized the size difference between the two of them, and he loved it.

After the kiss, Chris yanked the Guilmon against his sweaty body, his pectorals mounds wafting his ambrosial aroma right in both of their faces as a result. He nuzzled the red-scaled femboy's face before planting a kiss on top of the other man's head. "You were great." Chris stated, his laboured breathing starting to wear off.

"I can't imagine anyone ever getting to top that." Gui exclaimed. "Although, I might need quite a bit of rest before I try that again."

"You got it, hoss." Enough of Chris' energy had returned to him that his hands began to wander across his fellow lizard's body, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when he felt the swollen gut of the other mon. "Oh shit, you kept all that inside of you!"

"You're not the only one with gifts." Gui cooed. "Although, I haven't actually been stuffed like that before."

Chris continued his rubbing of the smaller man's taut belly. "First time for everything, right?"

"Yeah." Gui lay there contented, not a care in the world. That all changed when he'd collected enough of his bearings to fully recognize his surroundings, realizing a very important point that no one had brought up yet. "Wait, we made a giant mess. We oughta clean this up!"

"Relax, the guys on cleaner duty are literally paid to take care of all of this." Chris kneaded his hands over the reptile's shoulder, feeling the tension present within them. "Trust me, they get amazing benefits on top of a good-paying job. They're set for life from just washing cum-drenched sheets."

While he hadn't considered the possibility of this place employing cleaners, Gui started cluing in considering what the Gargomon had stated earlier that night. "Shit, sounds like the life right there."

With his titanic traps tickling the top of his head, Chris had to get up to look around the room as his head no longer had the ability to swivel while surrounded by all that beef. "Hmm..." The mess that the both of them made was substantial, but he was well-aware of the fact that only the best cleaners in the biz worked at this club. One thing that did occupy his mind, though, was the memory of nearly busting his way through the doorway; there might be the chance that it gets completely destroyed if he were to try again. "I might need some help getting out of here."