Chapter 1: The Unwelcome Evolution
The aluminum can was slick with condensation. It left a cold, wet ring on the laminated desk, right over a forgotten line of fading kanji notes. Tai ignored it, just like he’d been ignoring the three pop-up notifications about his history presentation, and the sour-milk smell from his laundry pile. The glow of his laptop screen painted everything in his cramped dorm room in a sickly blue—the sheen on the cheesy action figure of Greymon, the gloss on his final semester textbook that lay with its spine un-cracked, the corner of the biscuit wrapper he couldn’t be bothered to throw away.
Outside this blue-lit cube, life was Friday night loud. Bass notes from a party down the hall throbbed through the wall. A shout of laughter chased a shout, it blurred together. He should be out there with Matt and Izzy, his roommates. He was supposed to be the guy who never stood still, right? Matt had already asked, calling him a shut-in. But out there felt… thin. A cardboard cut-out of good times.
His leg started burning.
Not a cramp. Not a pulled muscle. It was a heat that radiated from the pocket of his faded jeans, sharp and unmistakably, undeniably other. His heart stuttered, caught somewhere between alarm and a dull, shameful pang of nostalgia.
He slowly reached into his pocket. His fingers closed around the hard, plastic rectangle. The digivice wasn’t lit, but it was hot. Warmer than body heat. With a psychic hum he could feel in his molars.
From his post at the foot of the cluttered bed, curled around a half-eaten bag of pretzels, Agumon lifted his head. He'd been snoring softly, his form a comforting, familiar silhouette against the window’s blackness. "Tai?" he mumbled around a jaw-cracking yawn.
Before Tai could answer, the device in his hand flared. Not with its old, friendly white light, but with a sudden, angry column of crimson pixels that seemed to drill up into the stale dorm air. It was a color of warning. Of corruption. It painted his shelves, his face, his soul-patched uniform jacket in the hue of fresh blood."What—?" Agumon scrambled up, pretzels scattering. His voice held no fear, only the low, building readiness of a veteran soldier.
In Agumon’s place, a blinding rose-gold light coalesced. He heard a female moan and then all of a sudden, the light dimmed to a low, eerie aura. Angewomon stood before him, not as an angelic hymn, but as a glitch given flesh in the center of his human, trivial life. She towered in the small room. The cheap popcorn ceiling brushed the tips of her long hair. One powerful wing, feathers perfect and immense, was pinned awkwardly against the window blinds. The other swept Tai’s lamp onto the floor with a plastic crack.
Tai’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes in the sight of her—Angewomon. The Digimon’s new form is nothing short of breathtaking. Her wings, adorned with feathers that shimmer like spun gold, unfurl gracefully behind her. The transformation is complete, and she stands before Tai, her voluptuous curves accentuated by the sleek, form-fitting armor that clings to her body.
Tai’s mouth is dry. He tries to swallow, but his throat feels tight. "Uh... Agumon?" His voice comes out as a croak.
Angewomon tilts her head slightly, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of silk.
Her lips, now full and painted a soft pink, curve into a playful smile. "Not agumon anymore, but i am your partner?" she purrs, her voice a sultry melody that sends a shiver down Tai’s spine. Her fingers, delicate yet strong, trace a slow path down his thigh, lingering just above his knee.
Tai’s mind races, his thoughts a jumbled mess. This isn’t Agumon. At least, not the Agumon he knew. The Agumon who used to bite his shoelaces when he was late for class, who would nudge him awake with a cold, scaly nose when he dozed off on the couch. That Agumon was gone, replaced by this... big titted babe. Tai’s brain short-circuited. The words *big titted babe* flashed in neon across his mind like a malfunctioning hologram, and he immediately wanted to slap himself. He was better than this. He was *Tai Kamiya*, former DigiDestined, leader of the team, the guy who had faced down Apocalymon without flinching. And yet, right now, he was standing in his own dorm room, staring at his Digimon partner—who was now a *woman*—and his brain had apparently decided to devolve into the mentality of a horny high schooler.
"I just want to fuck those tits" Tai thought to himself . He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice Angewomon’s eyes narrowing slightly, her fingers stilling on his thigh.
"Tai?" she said, her voice monotone as always. "Let me rub your dick between my breasts."
Tai blinked, snapping out of it. "N-no, I wasn’t!" he stammered, immediately realizing how stupid that sounded.
Angewomon was unphased, "I am still your partner so we are in sync. This is the power of the digidestined."
She leaned in closer, and presses her breasts against his face.
The soft, warm flesh of her tits pillowing his cheeks, her nipples hardening against his skin.
Tai wasted no time, and went to town sucking her boobs.
His tongue swirled around her stiff nipple, lapping at the sensitive flesh before he took it between his lips and sucked hard. A low, needy moan escaped Angewomon’s throat, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, pushing her tits further into his face. The scent of her—something sweet and intoxicating, like warm honey and jasmine—filled his senses, making his cock throb painfully against the confines of his jeans.
"Fuck, Tai," she gasped, her voice thick with lust. "You’re so good at that. Don’t stop."
Tai didn’t plan to.
But as soon as his lips wrapped around her nipple, his brain short-circuited. He groaned, the sound muffled against her soft flesh, and his hands moved on their own, sliding up her sides to cup the heavy weight of her tits. His fingers dug into the plush curves, kneading them as he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
Just as Tai's cock hardened, his bedroom door flung open. Matt and Izzy stood there, frozen in the doorway.
"Oh shit!" Matt blurted out, his eyes wide as he took in the scene: Tai, kneeling on the floor, his face buried between Angewomon's massive tits, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Izzy's face flushed a deep red, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"T-Tai?!" she stammered, her voice high-pitched with shock.
Angewomon didn't even flinch. She simply turned her head slightly, her blue eyes meeting theirs with a calm, almost amused expression. "Hello, Matt. Helly Izzy... I digivovled." Angewomon purred, her voice dripping with sensuality as she slowly turned to face them, her tits still pressed against Tai’s face. She smirked, her fingers tangling in Tai’s hair, forcing him to look up at her. His lips were slick with saliva, her nipple still glistening where he’d sucked it.
Matt’s jaw was on the floor. "Holy *shit*," he muttered, his eyes locked onto Angewomon’s body. Her armor was barely there, just thin strips of gold that barely covered her nipples and the space between her thighs..
Izzy, his usual nerdy self, has to proclaim the obvious, "huh interesting! The energy from agumon's and Tai's bond resulted in a new digivolution—"
"shut up you nerdy cuck," Matt interruptted. "Look at this!" as he raised up Tai's digivice. The screen glew and as Matt pressed the buttons, angewomon started to welp and moan, her body shaking as if a current was running through her. "Fuck! What the hell are you doing?!" Tai shouted, his voice hoarse with lust and panic. His cock was still rock hard, straining painfully against his jeans, but this wasn’t the time for that. He scrambled to his feet, his hands reaching out to grab Matt’s wrist. "Stop it! You’re hurting her!"
Matt’s eyes were wild, his grip on the digivice unrelenting. "No way, Tai! Look at her! This is fucking amazing." he said, his voice thick with excitement.
Angewomon's breasts started to expand, becoming bigger and perkier, like two half domes.
Izzy snatches the digivice "Not fair, give me that." After some tinkering, angewomon's breasts grow even bigger, and her waist shrinks. Her lips swell up a little.
Her body is now a perfect hourglass. The armor strips that once covered her nipples and pussy are now gone, leaving her completely exposed. Her pussy is now completely hairless, and her clit is swollen and throbbing, glistening with her juices. Her tits are now so big that they bounce with every breath she takes. Her ass is now round and firm, and her thighs are toned and smooth. Her wings are now even more elaborate, with intricate patterns of gold and silver feathers that shimmer in the light.
Tai’s cock is so hard it hurts. He can’t take his eyes off her.
Matt was in awe, "Damn Izzy I didn't know you were a horny motherfucker."
They wasted no time. Each of them started sucking on angewomon's tits , their mouths wet and hungry. Izzy took the left nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he sucked hard, drawing out a gasp from Angewomon. Matt, not to be outdone, latched onto the right, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to make her shudder.
Angewomon’s fingers tangled in their hair, her nails scraping against their scalps as she arched her back, pushing her tits further into their faces. "Fuck, yes—just like that," she moaned, her voice thick with lust.
Tai whimpered, "hey guys, I'm still here you know." He couldn't believe that his friends were fucking his digimon partner. And that he didn't think to make her tits bigger like they did.
Angewomon nodded her head down and even with her mask on he understood. He placed his face in her crotch and shoved his tongue down her pussy
, licking her clit like a madman. He could feel her juices dripping down his chin, her thighs tightening around his head as he devoured her. She was so wet, so fucking wet, and the taste of her—sweet and musky—made his cock throb even harder.
"Fuck, Tai, you’re gonna make me cum," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make his scalp tingle. Her hips bucked against his face, grinding her pussy against his tongue as he licked and sucked, his fingers digging into her thick thighs.
Matt and Izzy didn’t stop either.
Their mouths were locked onto Angewomon’s tits, sucking and biting like starved animals. Their hands roamed over her body, squeezing her thick thighs, pinching her nipples, and sliding down to grip her ass. She was so fucking soft, so warm, and the way she moaned into their mouths made their cocks throb painfully.
Tai didn’t care. He was lost in her pussy. His tongue was buried deep inside her, lapping at her juices, flicking against her clit with relentless precision. She tasted like fucking honey, sweet and sticky, and he couldn’t get enough.
Matt practically ripped off his pants. "Okay let's get this party started." and shoved his cock between her huge fake silicone orbs. He fucked her tits like a man possessed, his hips slamming into her chest with every thrust. The slick, wet sound of his cock sliding between her tits filled the room, mixed with the lewd squelching of his fingers buried in her pussy. Angewomon’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge.
Matt, his face flushed with lust, pulled away from her tits with a wet *pop*. His cock was rock hard, throbbing in his hand as he stroked himself. "Fuck, Tai, you’re gonna make her cum," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
"All characters are over the age of 18."
The dorm room door swung open with a force that shook the posters on the wall, letting in a slash of harsh hallway light and a gust of cold, beer-scented air that cut through the sweat and sex. TK (with patamon resting on his head) stood frozen in the doorway, a six-pack dangling from his fingers, his expression collapsing from casual cheer to absolute, gut-punched shock as he took in the scene: Matt’s hips pistoning against Angewomon’s chest, Izzy’s mouth latched onto a swollen nipple, and Tai’s face buried between the digimon’s glistening thighs.