Moving up the Digital Ladder (Patreon)

(Contains Renamon TF, muscle growth, and Breast/butt expansion)

Commission for Xilimyth

Art by Janus

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The doorknob jostled, a typical indication that a hand was hesitant to turn it. That was still enough to make Xilimyth's ears perk. She gently set down the pen she was using to fill out request forms and straightened up to patiently wait on her visitor's nerves. The lean cheetah woman even had time to straighten creases out of her blouse before her office door finally creaked open. A corporate boss should always try to keep up a good impression.

Once a few inches of space had been made a familiar blue-furred face wedged its way around the door. "Good afternoon, boss! Hope I'm not interrupting."

Xilimyth giggled, waving him in. "Seriously, Dessy? How many times I have to ask you to stop being so formal?"

"Until you stop paying me, of course," Desmond said with a slight grin on his own black muzzle. He was quick to stride across the cheetah's office carrying an assortment of items in each hand. One of which was a stack of papers that he flopped onto the desk between them. "Latest numbers are in for that whole Macross episode you had me spend a year writing."

"Oh?" That really got Xilimyth's tail to curl. Her smile showed off tons of sharp teeth while looking over the top sheets. "What's the big run down now that we finished?"

"Well, much like your giant swollen counterpart, ratings have gone through the roof." A crumpled wad of paper bapped against Desmond's nose, which made him laugh. "People do seem to enjoy when you get all big and swollen. The story is looking to get us a lot of new readers interested in more destructive escapades."

"That is splendid to hear!" Before Desmond realized it, Xilimyth had walked around to scoop him up in a big hug. Despite being slightly smaller than the five-foot squirrel-fox, she was deceivingly strong. "I already got six more evil plots sitting on my desk ready for your genius."

"G-genius? I'm the guy who thought grilled taffy sandwiches were a grand idea."

"Well, at least you're trying hard and dedicated to the madness I enjoy," Xilimyth replied, getting a goofy shrug in response from Desmond. That caused her to notice the other object in his hand. "What's that you got there?"

"Hm? Oh! It's one of those old Digimon device toys from way back in the nineties." Desmond offered the toy to Xilimyth, which she plucked for inspection. "It was in my mailbox with all the reports for some reason. Thinking I might toy with it later for a transformation prank on Jason."

"Oh? Neato! I remember that show." Xilimyth muttered in a suddenly distracted manner. Feline instincts made it impossible to resist turning over the device idly pressing every button across its face and sides. "So you going to make her into a hunky male Leomon or Angemon? They won't see the rush of testosterone coming."

"Honestly I don't think he cares about the state of his gender all that often. Besides I was thinking more a pear-shaped and busty Gargomon. Although, the Gatling guns might be-Hey careful with that, boss!"

Desmond tail fluffed at hearing the straining crackle of plastic in Xilimyth's hands. The struggle to try and remove the battery casing had become real once the screw lock had been discovered.

"I'm not going to break it, silly." Xilimyth huffed at failing to get the small compartment open. "Beside's it's just a toy still, right? I can't just say 'XILIMYTH DIGIVOLVE TO XILIRENAMON' and it just suddenly...works?"

Soft whirring noises directed both anthros attention to the small device in Xilimyth's palm springing to life. Their tails dropped in simultaneous dread, with Desmond backing away so fast he almost broke through the office wall. By then the digivice's small screen illuminated Xilimyth while she gave a dejected sigh.

"You've got to be kidding m...NYAAAAAHHHH!!"

Data exploded from the tiny window in a rush over Xilimyth's form. In her flailing, the digivice slipped to the floor, but that did nothing to stop its assault. Streams of binary code flowed around her like wisps in the wind to create a dense data cloud. She gave off a second startled scream when said cloud suddenly hefted the cat into the air, legs kicking uselessly to break free.

"Dessy, help! Get me down!"

Desmond's ears dropped as he watched his boss being passed over again and again by lines of code. Strands seeped their way through clothes directly in Xilimyth's body. "Honestly, boss, I'm not sure what I can do that won't make things exponentially worse for both of us. Strictly speaking from experience here."

Xilimyth would have loved to question what sort of experience coincided with this recent turn of events, but she had more pressing matters overwhelming her physical body.

"No! Stop it!" Xilimyth barked like the code understood such commands. She could see her body pulsing under its expensive corporate suit, making everything swell and shrink rapidly. The more data flowed into her, the more each swell reduced the amount of slack in her blouse. "D-don't you da...darrrrRRRWAERR! AH YESH!"

It refused to let Xilimyth finish her final threat. With a surge of energy, her chest thrust forward with arms spread. The fabric pulled taunt once more and remained so to flawlessly outline the round contours of her breasts.

"Gosh dang it, Desmond!" Xilimyth had a good idea what was happening. She could particularly feel the straps of her bra pinching into her shoulders but was powerless to reach for it. "This is a three-hundred dollar su..suueee...NYA-RWAARR!!"

Another surge elicited a bestial cry of pleasure. This time Xilimyth's breasts undeniably swelled. Several times their once modest size, in fact. The buttons on her blouse pulled puckered to their limits, letting large amounts of cream colored flesh bulge through. Cups of a black bra were visible through the lower openings, looking only a third of the size needed for such mounds.

"Why does everyone blame me?" Desmond muttered trying to wipe his nosebleed.

"AAHHWAAARRRR!!"

One more surge finished off Xilimyths blouse in the strongest growth yet. Her breasts exploded out in a harsh rain of broken buttons and fell lower with a sharp snap of her bras front clasp. The twin mounds jostled and jiggled in their newfound freedom of suspended animation. Their size went well beyond either anthros head and even the realm of large fruits. Desmond was sure her nips could poke an eye out.

More interesting was the thick scruff of white fur fluffing out between those massive mammaries. It quickly grew incredibly dense before spreading around in a mane across all of Xilimyth's collar. Judging by the way she proceeded to scratch and rip off her torn blouse and bra, it was also an incredibly itching experience.

"Mmmhh hmmm!?" Xilimyth tried to say something to Desmond, but her eyes went wide in shock. Hands reached up to feel along her muzzle unable to do anything to get it working. "NGGHH!! GRRRR!!"

Desmond flinched along with his transforming boss as that feline muzzle inclined more towards the vulpine side of anatomy.

All at once her cheeks puffed out like a stuffed hamster. The rest of her skull quickly stretched out to meld in with it. Xilimyth groaned loud when the bridge of her nose popped outwards to streamline muzzle with forehead.

Xilimyth gingerly felt along her more pointed head. It had taken on a distinct diamond shape to perfectly match a Renamons. Even her eyes had changed from white to black sclera as they were pushed apart. At least her curly brown hair remained untouched but the ears sticking out of it gained a more pointed edge while growing to over a foot long.

"Well, this is just-gyahh!"

Xilimyth's hands jerked away from her mouth. It was their turn for a horrifyingly sexy transformation. She watched in somewhat admiration as her arms tensed and thickened. Golden yellow and spotted fur developed deep ridges from increasing muscle mass.

"Ack!" Xilimyth gasped when her wrist became so thick it broke the silver Rolex on it. "And there goes Bren's birthday gift from two years ago. You're paying for that Dessy!"

"I didn't fiddle with the trapped toy!"

Xilimyth ignored Desmond's protests. Attention had been caught up in watching her hands become the largest part of her powerful limbs. Fingers pressed together in pairs, fusing together at their base into a soft bulge that quickly grew out to engulf her digits into three thicker variations. Pointed black claws popped out of each meatball finger in a hard flex.

They were not nearly as impressive as how purple sleeves materialized on Xilimyth's arms to cover them up to the elbow. She would have much preferred two other things had been covered.

"Nggh!! Nya!"

Speaking of coverings, Xilimyth's blush deepened feeling her pants grow tight along her private regions. She began grappling at her belt only to find it harder to manage with fewer, fatter, fingers.

It was not hard for Desmond to see her discomfort from below either. Each rotation his flailing boss made in midair offered him a few seconds view of her backside, which filled out its pants a lot more than a minute ago. On the next rotation, his nose bled again watching Xilimyth's butt surge out like a denim balloon Her pants were getting pushed down by a pair of spotted glutes determined to bulge over the hem to freedom. Hips apparently wanted to join in the jailbreak by snapping seams across their expanding sides. It really made Xilimyth's waist look tiny despite her chiseled rack of abs.

"Fudge it!" Xilimyths screamed while reaching back to grab her behind in both hands.

Those claws were not for show. Xilimyth only needed one tug to rip open the middle seam of her pants. Ass and hips flowed forth in a symphony of tears as claws sliced denim like butter. In only a few slashes across her ample hips, Xilimyth sent her fancy garment falling in pieces to rejoin her blouses remains.

Now more than half-naked, it was terrific to ponder over how ripped Xilimyth's transformation had made her. The swelling of her pelvis had distracted her and Desmond from how thick and powerful her legs had also become. Sizeable purple ying-yang markings had appeared in the fur above each knee, but otherwise, she mainly kept her spotted cheetah pattern for some reason.

"Aahh haah! RWARF!"

Xilimyth gave her rear a hard shake causing a whiplash effect down her spine. In one audible 'FOOF' her sleek feline tail thickened nearly five times in fur density. A potted flag of yellow and black fell back against her bloated butt, fully formed into that of a vixen.

SHRRRIP! TRT! TRT! POP!

"Oh, of course!"

It took a bit of contorting with her overly curved anatomy, but Xilimyth managed to get a decent view of her shoes final moments. Three black claws even thicker than the ones on her 'hands' had pierced their way out of the tips. Laces soon tightened and strained while the leather bulged around her cramped feet. They put up a rather impressive fight until the lace holes finally popped. Thick, fluffy feet surged their way past busted laces before toes the size of golf balls made easy work of separating material from the sole. She certainly had white fox paws for feet now, except their size could rival that of a bear.

"Okay, am I done now?" Xilimyth huffed at another hundred-twenty dollar attire literally going bust. "Is your stupid present going to let me down now? I'm getting dizzy up here."

"I ain't touching that thing until it stops glowing," Desmond replied with eyes suspiciously on the digivice surrounded by torn women's clothes. "I don't have a 'hyper' sized bra, and don't need another indecent exposure offense this week."

"Well, I...I-HRRK!!"

Xilimyth's shoulders hunched with her face contorted in a very off expression. Just behind her collar two new bumps pushed at the flesh of her spotted yellow fur. They tented into nearly foot-long protrusions before a rush of relief caused her to thrust her chest forward again in a sloshing presentation of mammaries.

Ker-FLUFF!!

The way Xilimyth unwittingly spread her arms only added extra flare to the fact her body had sprouted wings. Not the usual triple tufts of a Renamon, but actual bird wings with bright white feathers. Good thing too, since gravity decided to assert itself onto Xilimyth's massive breasts and to a lesser extent Xilimyth herself. She let out a sharp yip at the rapid drop, only for her wings billow out to drift her descent into a graceful landing on plush paw pads.

"Okay, cool. I think it's done now!" Desmond proclaimed as he strode past his muscular transformed boss to scoop up the digivice beside her. "Lucky for me I don't even have to trap it, eh? Although how am I going to get Jason to say a digivolve command so easily?"

Xilimyth continued to stand nearly still, with only the ear or tail twitch showing occasional signs of life. Once the notion of what had just happened to her sunk in, the realization of Desmond's attitude shifted gears into a more agitated train of thought. The three fingers on each of her hands flexed in a loud popping of bone before clenching into massive fists.

"Cool? LUCKY!?" Xilimyth whirled to face Desmond in a rain of feathers and fury. The wind her wings generated nearly knocked the startled hybrid off his feet. "Dessy..I...I'm HUGE...and naked...and HUGE...and...and...I'm p-pretty sure my hips can't fit out the DOOR right now. Before you start plotting intentional pranks, what are you going to do about ME? HUH!?"

"Guh...bah...I...uh…" Desmond tried to stagger away, but Xilimyth matched each step to keep no distance between them. The shadow she cast only made it harder to form coherent sentences without having to stare past those moons for tits. "L-look boss, it's going to be perfectly fine. I..I promise! Your changes will wear off in n-no time. All digivolutions wear off, right?"

"Wear...off?" Before he could react, Xilimyth had a hand grabbing either side of Desmond's jacket. She needed almost no effort to pull the mutant up, so they were nose to nose, ignoring how her breasts hugged his body. "You are fixing that damn device and getting me back to my fine feline self NOW, or so help me...uh…"

Xilimyth's nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air several times. Her gaze drifted down past Desmond's waist and then back up into a face blushing so hard it turned the blue of his cheeks purple.

"Oh. My. God! Really? Even now like this?"

"In my defense, you do make one smoking hot Renamon, boss."

"Ugh!" Xilimyth released her grip letting Desmond crumple to the floor in an awkwardly horny mess of tangled limbs. "How unlucky than that our lives aren't a porno like so many of your stories."

Desmond straightened up enough to raise an interjecting finger. "You would not imagine how many viewers we would get if we did bang right now."

"YOU! FIX DIGIVICE! NOW!"

Xilimyth emphasized each of her words with a loud snapping of thick fingers. She had not expected the plump digits to have such an effect, but it sure scared Desmond into focusing back on the plastic toy in his hands.

She continued to watch him produce tools from pockets and tinker for a minute or two. The weights of her bust and backside combined made standing still really unpleasant even with amazonian muscles. Without offering a word to Desmond when he looked up, Xilimyth waddled back to her desk and managed to squeeze back into her chair. For once she was glad to have invested in a deluxe-sized seat. It made things a bit easier to resume filling out orders for the next round of storytelling from her author on the floor.

"Rrwaarggh!"

On a related note; trying to work a pen with three fingers is its own form of hell.