Digimon: Goth Evolution(Takeru/Angemon Goth Tg) (Patreon)

>Digital World

>Digital Waifus

>Mostly just weird blobs and unsexy shit

>Open to viruses

>We have the power of Anime and Autism on our side

>Infect it all, give us all hot Anime Waifus

>Goodbye 3-D girls forever

It was mostly a shit post on the boards in Japan, some horny loser on a hacker board who thought there could be a chance for a girlfriend. No one took it seriously... at first. Of course during a heavy night of drinking, it became a fun topic to discuss and argue. Lots of people were called weebs, lots of people posted hentai, a lot of sake and cum were spilled as they argued over how to do it, what design aesthetic to go with. Estimating how long it would take to code it and send into the digiverse, they noticed how it was at the start of October so they decided to say screw it and go full goth with what they'd do.

It turned out with all the bugs, code checking and extra features needed, it took an extra two weeks and at that point, why not just release it on Halloween? Surprise the world with some hot goth waifus. Some people were still arguing that this was a dumb idea. Others worried that since the digital world could affect the real world that they might be fucking around with something that'd get out of hand. Said people were drowned out by the others calling them pussies and telling them to shut up and no goth waifus for them. Of course whether it would work or not was still up for debate, but they didn't really care and sent it out into the world, a black miasma forming as it spread, uploading itself to a small corner of the digiverse... but it was spreading fast.

Takeru was taking a much needed break, playing nonstop with his folk revival type band around the country, their last show an opening type deal at a Halloween bash. It admittedly wasn't the best time of year for his genre, but he enjoyed playing even if the more gothic bands made fun of him. He figured as long as they were happy he could just ignore em when they talked crap about him and his group. Obviously he hadn't let his band interrupt his time with his Digimon, even if it meant he went to bed a bit later, enjoying a crisp autumn night with Angemon. Sure it took up more energy than his usual preevolution form, but given the festiveness of the evening, Angemon wanted to show off a little in his version of a "costume" which was just a flashier light up sash Takeru had bought at a Spirit Halloween.

They often spent their time split while strolling, half in the main world and half in the digital one, though they had tarried here mostly because of the festivities. Whenever Patamon changed into Angemon, Takeru had noticed he tried to act more refined and imposing, kind of like a stiff judge. It was definitely a bit odd given how he usually acted overly cutesy in his regular form, so he figured it was just a part of him playing up for the holiday and battle, but he didn't want to accidentally harm his pride by asking.

"Alright Angemon, I think it's time to switch over and see how the other side is celebrating!"

"Hmm, we do not share your holidays and traditions so I fear it will likely be the same as our other nights, though a break from the festivities would be most welcome. I've noticed a number of stares from the women in the area are most... unnerving."

"Well you are a buff guy in latex, they're just admiring your... righteousness."

Takeru took out his Digivice and unlocked the nearest gateway.

"Now lets hurry, you know how Matt gets when I don't give him an update from home. This ought to be a nice and easy trip."

Much to their surprise, the digital realm seemed to have missed the memo that it didn't celebrate Halloween, Takeru shocked to see gothic architecture overtaking the usual natural landscapes, ominous black stone rising up in the distance from where they entered. A variety of structures were emerging, black mist hazing up around as castles, spires, graveyards, all manner of buildings straight out of a vampire novella or one of the main band's set pieces looming over them. It was strange to behold and made all the more eerie by the constant sound of screams around them. Except they weren't exactly screams of terror but more like... Takeru's face blushed, Angemon mistaking the lewd noises for battle cries.

"Be on edge Takeru! I'll take the vanguard!"

Someone was definitely edging, the moans seemingly unending as new ones rose to fill in gaps left by those that petered out. The gothic shapes hadn't yet reached them, though spires were boring their way out not too far away, black mist blooming the land at the edge with  black and purple flowers. The sky was similarly affected, a weird kind of permanent twilight hanging over the changed areas, overtaking the blue sky as a blackish violet overlay spread nearer by the second. Takeru didn't even need to ask if this was normal, his years in the digital realm giving him enough of a barometer to know this was far from regular, though he'd feel foolish if it was just a bunch of Halloween advertisements giving some holiday mood lighting to the area.

"Lets check this out carefully Angemon. It's not too far from the gateway, so if anything goes wrong, we hightail it out of here and get the others, though I hope we won't have to interrupt their Halloween celebrations."

Angemon nodded, trudging slowly towards the corruption, the moans echoing creepily the more structures arose, the spires from before now sprouting a few churches to add to the gothic nightmare.

A noticeable shiver passed through both once they crossed the barrier, black smog erupting from the ground, coughing out from the sprouted night lillies, slightly chilling them as it wisped up. It tickled their skin, viral gothness instantly shredding the gold leg band on Angemon, though neither noticed, the material just dissolving into more black as more of Angemon's left leg was bared to the elements. The blue light of slash was starting to bulk as more mist seeped in, dowsing the fabric in dark energy as an outline of chains spread around the runes, spots of black rubbing into the fabric of his outfit as minuscule bits seeped into his exposed pores. For Takeru though it did nothing at first, the man unaware that he was even being probed as mists of virus swarmed around him, ineffectively phasing through his non digital body, only finding purchase once a few misty tendrils found their way into his digivice.

Silently, the machine turned on and glitched out, quickly overrun with corruption, the virus tearing through data banks and assimilating them, learning in the process how to materialize properly, to enter a living, real world host. TK shifted the device in his hand, feeling only a light sting as some of the circuitry stabbed out in razor thin wires, pumping their corruption into the soft meat of his palm. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough to get the ball rolling, his right hand fidgeting about, masking the spasms as the shape of it started to shrink, his fingers extending as virus multiplied exponentially. It pooled in the tips, his right nails extending as the programming jettisoned the unused mass for more nail, coloring it black as a thoroughly elegant and slender hand clenched and fiddled about Takeru's body as the pair nervously, unknowingly ventured further into their corruption.

For how constant and consistent the moaning wails were, the area was oddly barren, the moans like cricket chirps, falling silent the second they approached close enough to see the source. In that time Takeru's right arm had noticeably feminized, slivers of fat softening the shape buried under a pleasant tingle that was like a weaker version of muscle falling asleep. As the change ran under his short sleeve, a small sweaty miasma sprayed out the pores as they shrank, coloring his right sleeve black, the fabric splitting as the sleeve began to stretch down. It was kind of tearing itself apart, black spreading across his undershirt, crosshatching the now open shoulder. Starched cotton was becoming silk, tiny white threads tickling his arm as it sewed in, Takeru scratching his head with the changed hand as he wondered what the hell was going on. He really wished his brother was here though god his protectiveness could be stifling sometimes. He didn't pay much attention to the weird thought, though the scratched scalp tingled as hair sprouted in wiry chaos.

At this point, both partners were walking side by side, more focused on their surroundings though Angemon was growing more distracted. His bare thigh's flesh was noticeably more glossy, thickening as virus slipped into the folds of his muscles, reworking them into something no less strong, but significantly more plush and thick. The digimon had felt plenty of happiness and enjoyment in things before, but this was a different kind of enjoyment, a nice, warm desire dripping as the changes aroused him, the black specks more patches now on his clothing, a low quivering moan forcing its way from his lips as his left foot was crushed into a shrunken, dainty form by his new black heeled shoe. His shifting sash had been mostly turned to chain at this point, the links silently slithering towards the side of his thick left thigh, the two only hearing a slight clink sound before Angemon erupted into a violent screech.

The chain had stabbed inside suddenly, uploading corruption straight into the angelic digimon, tearing through the rest of his pants to give it a torn, black look, a metal hole forming around where the chain had pierced. Takeru was already on edge and feeling weird himself, all manner of strange thoughts starting to flicker into his consciousness as the growing blonde locks brushed against his bare right shoulder, siphoning some of his shirt's neckline to make a frilly tiered bow. His own fomenting arousal had been written off as just a natural reaction to the endless moans surrounding them, though it was all making him agitated in more ways than one so he jumped nearly half a foot in the air once Angemon screamed. What disturbed him after the initial shock wore off though, wasn't the chain pumping into Angemon or the spreading black cover, but how pleased he sounded as his changes progressed, a clear erection tenting his spandex.

"AHHH~ N-Nooo~ Taker-ooooh it's f-forcing me to, t-to,  EVAAAAHLVE~!"

His head shot back at the last word, the pumping chains making his already swollen thigh pillowy with fat, more links of chain sprouting out around his cock and coiling around his erection like a cobra ready to devour its prey. Takeru moved to try and help, clearing his stunned mind to drag his changing friend out when his shoes suddenly shifted, bathing in virus that knew how to corrupt him, the heels suddenly jutting as the brown loafers turned into black Mary Janes. Angemon for his part was fighting through the lust, trying to tear the chains out as they tightened around his cock, moaning as his fingers hopelessly grew interlinked in the chains. He could feel the virus spreading, throbbing into his fingers, turning the gloves black as they shrank to slender sizes, his left hand in particular breaking as it grew out, the nails more like talons as they slipped free from the chains and began forcefully jerking his bound cock to completion.

His left hand was in the thick of the miasmic virus, throbbing as it grew, the top joints all extending as their larger grip meant they could more thoroughly pleasure the bound preevolution they were attached to. The right still had some of his agency left inside, though the fingers were twitching, an undeniably dark and blissful feeling traveling up his shrinking arm. Angemon tried to stop it, grabbing the stubborn limb to pull it away and failing utterly as his body reached its limit, hips thrusting violently as the left one shattered out.

Cum only exited the first release, the virus of the chains surging into the open tip as corruption ran down his shaft and settled in his balls. The chains were winching tighter, his screams rising as black liquid spat out his cock, turning more of his outfit black as it dribbled down his cloaked right leg. A length of chain rattled against his left ass cheek, driving his arousal wild as fat surged to equal the jiggle, turn the pain into pleasure, the tightness breaking something as his right hand tore through his outfit, the digimon screaming as his cock began to submerge inside.

This was when Takeru got over his own stunned fall, his feet painfully bound by shoes made for feet much smaller than his, Angemon's sexy, tortured moaning adding to the throbbing in his head as he noticed his hair's growth. For a second he stared at it confused, grabbing it with his right hand only to finally noticed the black glove creeping its way down an arm that definitely wasn't his own. It was at that point his right shoulder suddenly dislocated itself, pulling out before slamming back in, shattering his collarbone and rounding down to a perfectly slender shape, the destruction healing lower as an equally resonant tingle spread to his throat, his other shoulder. The mist was turning sticky, gooping to his legs, his feet twitching as they shrank to fit, the poor boy joining his partner in futile resistance as both began to squeal.

Takeru didn't want to watch what was happening to his partner, his best friend of decades, but he was unable to move, stuck staring as the tight latex made it abundantly clear what was happening to his friend, and what was going to happen to him in excruciating detail. Angemon's blue loincloth had rolled up into the binding, replacing the sash with a black belt that tugged at his midsection, drawing his body into an arch as the chains pincered his balls. It was a torturously slow winching, each rattle forcing another load out as his cock's tip was firmly clenched in one of the links, forcing it to pierce his own pelvic cavity and stab at the muscle inside. His screams echoed across the gothic scenery, rising in volume and pitch as inch after inch of his own cock was dragged inside, his balls popping one after the other in an explosive release of black cum. The pleasure was driving him insane, each release squirming against his less changed leg, swelling into his thighs, his ass, his hips as the white legging fully blackened.

Eventually his screams cracked, the black overrunning his entire outfit as it pressed down on every lump it could find, whether in his throat or his pants. The chains finally submerged back into his body with a terribly moist squish, dragging the digimon's manhood inside with them as his eyes popped open, capillaries bursting from the impossibly massive pleasure that surged through HER new nether regions.

"Ohhh Takeru it feels so, so..."

Her eyes shut as a red cloaked digit slipped into her new slit, her eyes shooting open as red horrors, blonde eyelashes peeking around the slits of her golden helmet.

"WONDERFUL! AHHH~ AH! Such ecstasy, such POWER! Ohhh I can feel it swelling inside me Takeru you must, must, AHHHHH YESSS! JOOOOIIIINNN MEEEEE~!"

Her moans turned sultry as she spasmed, bringing herself to climax as her other hand began working at a swelling nipple, crawling to her partner, her prey.

Takeru tried to wriggle away from the approaching evolving form of his partner, groaning as the fog now stuck firmly to his legs, consuming his socks as thin black sludge coated and massaged his legs up to his knees, an utterly foreign sensation consuming them as he could feel their lanky size beginning to curve and soften, his coated knees ever so slowly pressing inwards as his shirt's collar separated into a black and white choker. Would giving in really be that bad? Of course it would, but Angemon had gone through corruption before, and he only prayed there was still enough of him in there to listen to reason. Each word was a struggle as the choker worked on his neck, his jaw noticeably popping as he tried to get out his pleas.

"P-Please this isn't l-like you KFF Angemon you want to help people not-"

"I AM NOT- MMM~ ANGEMON ANY LONGER!"

She was moaning, kneading her breasts as they swelled, further tearing the fabric of her black bodysuit, moaning with each succulent swell of fat. Her hand paused its movements inside her dripping slit to tug at her belt, squealing as she forcefully dragged her waist inwards. All that useless muscle either swelled up into her heaving bosom or poured from her throbbing pussy, both equally pleasureful as she finished her changes, her gold now bound to silver manacles, chains draping her curvaceous  body as a purple skull emblazened itself over her right breast, a maniacal face tearing into the latex of her calf. Her wings all withered and died, turning to stitched faces laughing as her helmet stitched into a black upper mask, her lips smacking with purple lipstick as blonde tresses mixed with the dark wings of her body.

"I AM LADYDEVIMON! Though that's not the only thing you got wrong, partner. I still want to help you, I can see how you're struggling against this wonderful evolution, but once you see the other side and experience such divine ecstasy, I cannot wait to see the you that emerges from this boring husk."

She merely stood, watching, moaning, the sound of her pleasure getting to Takeru as the mists were congealing around his body, first gaining a soupy consistency, then that of gelatin, the black miasma on his legs frilling into black, thigh high stockings. Tendrils of darkness were beginning to caress him, leaving a trail of dark slime wherever they touched. He tried to drown out the moans, ignore the tender touches as the tentacles began to probe, slipping under his clothes, one thicker one submerging his left arm and pulsating rapidly, his moans creaking upwards as it spat out a similarly refined arm.

The slime trail left behind hardened like the leggings, brushing against sensitive skin as a crosshatched, shoulder bared opera glove. Pretend ignorance stopped being possible as two of the tendrils sneaked up his shirt, another two under his pants, dissolving any fabric they found unsavory while suddenly glomping down onto him, one for each nipple, one around his cock and the last slithering up his exposed rear.

Takeru's resulting scream fully cracked, a haughty, haunting alto replacing any semblance of a male voice as the other half of his hair exploded out into a blonde array of beauty, his hat tossed off and dissolving to the side as scraps turned into a matching hair tie. There were no words to describe the sudden amplification of pleasure he was being forced to endure, corruption swelling in his nipples, his cock, his buttocks. The slimy tendrils were thumping to the beat of his heart, sharp pricks opening his nipples to their contents as virus pumped into him, the thick corruption forcing his nipples to rise. He could do nothing but watch, each bulge traveling up the various tentacles, squealing as his nipples widened to discs, sucking in more fluids as they grew to lumps, then proper breasts, his cock struggling to hand on to what masculinity remained.

Ladydevimon looked on, tutting as she watched his cock swell up to bursting, his shaft shuddering as the tentacle in his rear deposited its first load, his eyes shooting open as his behind was bolstered with wondrous, fatty tissue.

"Doesn't it feel wonderful my sweet, sweet Titania? Can't you feel it's gloriousness piercing your every orifice, drowning you in a glory beyond male comprehension?"

Something about that name made him jerk, drool splattering out as he was ravaged by the virus. It was nearly impossible to think as is, his chest on fire, throbbing as any added heft only widened the suckers on the miasma tentacles, their pulsating width groping his breasts, amplifying it with each fatty smack and swell. Worse was his ass, his mind nearly shorting out every time another throb flexed it as it drilled into him, his g spot melting under the assault, its viral load coating his insides before the majority of it wriggled into his ass cheeks, bloating them. God he didn't need his partner distracting him, this bitch utterly unable to shut the fuck up! If she wasn't going to help her cum then she should just-

"Ahh w-wait! P-Please no this can't- GAHHH~!"

It made a terrible sense, his partner's mind clearly lost to whatever madness lay at the end of the changes, his temples both throbbing as his forehead pressed down, shrinking into a smaller container. That's why he was trying to hold on so hard, Angemon's mind seemingly shattering not long after his masculinity had given in. This wasn't right, it wasn't fair, he should have called backup, he should have called his brother so he could nag on and on about how weak she was Titania, don't go alone Titania, your name's Teruko not Titania, stop bringing guys home who you barely know Titani-

"OHHHH~ OHH OH F-FUUUUUUCK~!"

The thought of guys brought images of fucking, of a different life, precum whetting his tip as graphic images and thoughts tortured him, his breasts bursting out of the tentacles as their massive girth was too large for even the virus to contain, their nipples tenting the now maid like frills that bordered his blackened t shirt, the neck line torn down at barely above nipple height. The shoulder straps of his vest snapped, unable to hold back the jiggly behemoths, buttons threatening to pop as the strained thread resewed itself into the lacing, the torn off button holes now metal eyelets that strained against the heft. His vest was slipping down, freeing his bosom, bearing down on his skeleton as Takeru groaned, knowing he was one push away, scared as each string of his newly formed corset pulled taut until his waist gave in, and with that, his cock did too.

"FUUUUUUUCK FUCK YESSSS~!"

No this wasn't what he wanted, yet the admissions of pleasure continued, his cock pumping out blast after blast of his seed until his balls were visibly puckered and deflated, his cock throbbing as he felt some of the tendril slip inside his leaking manhood. He wanted to deny it, fight it, but the pleasure was inconceivable as he felt the strand in his cock swell, fucking him, turning the inside of his dick ribbed as the tendril dived deeper, stretching out smaller strands to stab his shrunken balls. The tendril was like the corset, crushing his masculinity, milking all the muscle, his waist popping into an absurdly cinched fashion, his eyes tear filled from the ecstasy. Suddenly it wasn't the Tendril that was pumping out but his cock, his balls being tugged inwards, messy spurts of fluid splashing out as they slid into a hole that was being carved wider by the virus. His ruined trousers shriveled under the virus, gaining pleats and red plaid coloring, a skirt blossoming open in tandem with Takeru's womanhood.

Before it fully slipped inside, the other tentacles released, merging into a final, large surge that suckered onto his head, drowning out the world, blocking the light and filling his mind with darkness. As a war raged on in his head his cock was continuing to shrink, unable to help itself as the tip widened, letting more sludge inside with every inwards thrust, a cycle of fucking that was hastening into a frenzied climax. Takeru could feel the darkness tinting his memories, going through one by one as it sloshed over his brain, changing it, changing him.

"No no no I can't let it take who I am I won't be an evil, boring stick in the mud. That's why I gave up on folk in high school when those beautifully long, insidious chords first- No that's not right I didn't want to bother my brother with loud music because he's working so hard to protect me which was such a stupid fucking excuse to still be this possessive when I'm a fucking fully grown woman! God why does he think I have to be evil just cause I like morbid things? Oh whoops meant to think sata- Crap no I won't let you... wait, you're not... I'm not evil? Well duh, why would I be evil? I'm not an asshole even if I act a bit prickly when people try to control me. No wait something is wrong with this I can't be some boring, crazy, s-sexy, goody little two shoes fucker who's nice to everyone. Sorry I want to focus on my friends a little, but you better respect me first if you want some of that in return. Ugh and why the fuck am I so horny right now?! It's Yamato's fault since he keeps scaring away any boys I try to, t-too... Ohhh~ fuuuuu-

SHCLICK

Titania screamed as her cock was forced inside, her pussy pounded by the virus as it worked towards finishing off any bits that needed converting, plowing her virgin grave filled fields as her old self fucked off. The miasmic curtain over her head drew up, revealing her rosy cheeks, her glossy locks and her large, ruby-red eyes. She didn't know why she felt so amazing right now, but then again it was Halloween and she always felt supercharged on goth energy when better Christmas happened. Though why the fuck was she on the ground in her best outfit?!

"Hey Ladydevimon! Y'gonna just stand there and play with yourself or are you gonna help your best friend up?!"
She didn't really doubt the help would come. After all, they'd been besties for over a decade at this point, enjoying the dumb looks on evil dipshits' faces whenever they found out the dark looking duo kicked ass for the good guys. It didn't escape Titania's notice that her partner was equally as horny, both of them smelling like a good time on a rough night. Her phone rang as she got helped up, Titania sighing as she noticed Yamato on the other end.

"Takeru?! Your digivice was sending out strange readings are you oka-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE YAMATO! GOD IT'S SO SUFFOCATING WHEN YOU HAVE TO MONITOR EVERY LITTLE  FUCKING THING! I'M WITH DEVI AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT OKAY? BYEEE~!"

"Takeru? Wait who is this why do you have Takeru's-"

"Oh so NOW you're fine using a different name for me? And what's this Takeru shit? I'm Titania, you know, your sister?! I'm turning my phone off so don't try calling me again."

"Wait no something's wrong Takeru wouldn't pull a prank like-"

She ended the call and shut it off before her annoying older brother could dial it in again, sighing as she stretched her arms.

"So Devi, this gothic surprise was cool and all, but I think we could both use some fuckin action tonight. Wanna go on the prowl for some guys before you turn back?"

"Ohhh~ that sounds delicious Titania. Do you think they'd like me?"

"Pfft we're both fucking hot goth chicks on Halloween. We'll have to set up a waiting queue like I'm signing autographs after a show."

"Excellent! But won't that anger your brother?"

"Yeah, that's half the reason it'll be fun! Plus you know, Halloween sex is always great. Besides it's not my fault he's such a prude. We're both adults, now lets go paint this town black Devi!"