Quickie 9: Digital Promotions (Patreon)

(contains Male to Female Renamon TF TG and icky kissing)

Art by Janus

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Janus had become known through friends and family as being highly adaptable. There no job life could throw at him that he could not find a way to master. If fortune would ever grant him the time, that is. Circumstances had a way of turning things into his fault, leading to premature terminations with companies.

Like he somehow made that phoenix anthro spontaneously combust during a screening of the last Marvel movie.

Or when he made that cheetah woman turn into a forty-foot long dragon in the middle of a CVS.

And don't get the poor wolfman started on the flock of busty were-squirrels that devoured an entire Fred Meyers produce section.

There was not an anthro alive that took the noble profession of the janitor as seriously as Janus. Floors were always clean, and toilets sparkled when he was around. It was not his fault strange, often lewd, events tended to occur in his proximity.

At least being the professional sanitation worker he was made it super easy for Janus to bounce back in this harsh job market. Only days after that horrible incident involving a taffy breathing cat kaiju at the Wonka Factory and he was already doing clean up rounds in a more stable work environment.

There was no reason to fear working for the Company of Terror. Janus knew, like any casual citizen, that the illegal lab experiments done three floors underground could only be for a good cause.

"Hey, mop bucket!?"

The voice of his current employer crackled over his walkie-talkie with the grace of a pissed-off angel. She was a fairly chubby raccoon woman named Jason with a high passion for science. So far Janus had seen her dipping a nose in almost every lab activity going on. Whether or not she owned the place was still up for debate. No one could give the question a straight answer.

Janus also learned fast not to keep her waiting while in a 'grump' mood. He finished collecting the last dust bin for this floor before fetching the receiver from his belt. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Get your part-time ass down to the fifth lab, now! We had a...ah...failed experiment in the test chambers this morning. Stinks half as bad as you."

"Sure thing, ma'am! Be right there!"

Such childish jabs barely phased Janus while he clicked the radio back on his hip. There had been far worse bosses this year saying, and doing, things a lot worse to their hired help. Jason could even be a bit casual with him when she was 'off the clock' as some researchers liked to put it. But until that rare moment swung by, he needed to collect his cleaning cart and get down to lab five.

"About time!" The shorter raccoon woman was on Janus before he had finished pushing open the door. No insult to go with that usual angry yelling. She was exceptionally nice today. "Hurry up and clean that gunk out. This whole place is going to smell like raunchy cheese, and not the good kind."

Janus had no idea what that meant, nor had a desire to find out. Besides, the place hardly smelled that bad. No worse than the burning ash of every other lab that needed daily cleaning. Not that he was about to argue with his boss in his first week. Janus grabbed up his spill king and broom following Jason's pointing clawed finger towards the giant testing tube.

If not for the raccoons saying so, he would have considered them shower stalls for epic experiment failures. Nothing probably washes out worse than pink mud from a petri dish.

"Um...there's no mess?" Janus looked around confused before shooting Jason an ear dropped look. The area around the tube looked spotless, not even showing signs of use throughout the day.

"It's inside, you dolt." Jason huffed, running a hand through her black hair. "You should leave your stuff outside, so it doesn't get crowded, please."

"...okay," Janus said while placing his tools next to the sliding glass door. He had no reason to mistrust a volatile boss while they were polite. Granted stepping fully into the chamber still revealed no signs of a mess. All that registered to his nose was a faint polish. "Boss? I still don't see a…"

Sshhkkk! CLICK!

"YIP!" Janus yelped barely turning in time to save his tail from getting cut off. Both hands slapped down on the inch-thick glass plate that had slid over his tubes entrance. "Jason! Help! The door accidentally locked me in!"

Sure this seemed highly suspicious, but Janus liked to play the optimist. Besides he could tell things were just fine. Through his glass prison, he could see Jason was at the chamber controls with hands already on the door buttons.

There was no way for him to hear Jason's dejected sigh, followed by grumbling. "Sheesh! The last three temps were screaming in terror by now. It's not nearly as fun with someone so cheerfully oblivious."

Jason's walkie talkie crackled to life. "You know there ARE more cost-effective ways of testing this on people?"

Jason's nose wrinkled in a snort of superiority. "No, there isn't. I've checked the numbers."

"...damn. You got me there."

"Damn right. Are the power cords set?"

The radio paused almost long enough to make Jason impatient. "Yes. But none of us think…"

"Too late! This is where the fun begins!"

Janus saw Jason punch several buttons before flipping a large red toggle. After which his vision of the outside world became utterly impaired by a white light engulfing his chamber. Both lamps below and above hummed with a burning intensity that drove power directly into his being.

"H-hey!? I didn't ask to turn the lights on." Janus tried a few more weak slaps on the glass before a sharp tearing caught his attention. "YEEK! I didn't ask to be naked either."

As the machine continued its work, the once spotless jumpsuit Janus loved began ripping apart. Little lasers shot through the tube to strip away more and more of the cloth while Janus tried his best to keep what remained covering his moderate physique. Even his boxers underneath were shown no mercy. Piece by piece his brown-furred wolf body was stripped until grabbing his crotch with both hands was his only remaining recourse for modesty. The scraps of a very expensive uniform seemingly cut into nothingness.

"Um…" Janus stuttered looking down at his naked body. All he could do was watch dumbstruck as the little sliver of brown wolf fur floated off his chest to dissolve into green streams of data. "Is...is this supposed to happen? H-HEY!?"

The machinery switched gears into a very rapid drumming noise. With it, the flesh from Janus' skin began dislodging itself from his body in larger patches at an alarming rate. The bits of wolf he lost getting dissolved into streams of code floating around his prison. Thankfully there were no blood or guts to be had, mostly because he no longer seemed to have any guts to speak of. Janus blinked slowly watching on. The more he was stripped of fur and flesh revealed nothing but a green wireframe in the shape of his body.

It was not long before that was all the machine had reverted Janus to; a wireframed skeleton of physical data vaguely in the shape of a male wolf. Not that it intended to keep him that way for long. While Janus was too busy touching his hands together to see if the wire data would scramble, Jason was busy setting the final parameters for some new code to upload onto her latest blank slate. Her victim remained oblivious that the code that once made up his body was being rewritten as it floated around him.

Hopefully, this janitors simple, optimistic approach to life would help them adapt without a psychotic episode. Jason's superiors could ill afford another incident at the mall next door.

A reverse toggle flip and the green streams of code converged onto Janus like bees to their hive. Janus' body jerked with mouth hung open in a silent gasp. All over his wireframe base responded to this new set of data, twisting and stretching into the unique physiology it beset.

Janus clenched his toes, watching his feet throb several times. On the final pulse, they ballooned two, maybe three, times thicker. Said toes pushed and melded together into three big golf balls to become giant paws. These got quickly painted over by Janus' revised code to give him a luxurious white fur with thick pads on the bottoms. Large black claws slinked out of each toe soon after.

White fur continued to splatter in the rush of code attaching to his shins. Bones stretched in soft cracks as he developed dense muscle the janitor had never known. That quickly shifted to a bright yellow fur just below his knees. It was almost like a warning before his thigh exploded in a thick deposit of powerful muscles hidden under a supple sexy shape.

"Nnnggghhh!!"

Janus danced from paw to paw, trying to keep the code from approaching his hips. Naturally, it did nothing but make things worse. Whatever data did not pass through his digital hands became stuck to them, applying even more splats of white fur. As his fingers became completely engulfed, Janus found them forced to pressed together, merging into three thick digits considerably more dexterous than an average paw.

"GAH!"

New digits which flew to his backside just in time to have it push back in a surge of thick fat. The yellow fur covering Janus' rear formed an excellent pelt that rippled with his sashaying steps. Hips jutted out in a loud crack to further amplify a bottom-heavy figure. This caused his thunder thighs to naturally press together in spite of all efforts. Made it hard for him to watch snow-white fur coat the smooth regions of his crotch and stomach.

"W-wha…?" Janus stuttered as monster hands roamed around the span of her childbearing hips to explore between those plush yellow thighs.

Everything down there had been reconfigured to match the jiggling feminine butt Janus now sported. A brief exploration of the hypersensitive nub above a fresh slit confirmed a change in equipment without her consent.

"Hey, now!" Janus recoiled watching lines of code wind up towards her torso. Unlike the hips, her waist constricted tighter the more its wireframe became coated in the developing skin and fur. By the time things progressed to her chest, Janus had gained a very hourglass waist to compliment the apple bottom. White fur spread across a now toned belly with yellow everywhere else. "Wh...we don't have to go that far, right?"

Janus could not tell if the mouth part of her data skeleton could even produce sounds, but her pleas were falling on deaf ears anyway. A sharp snap caused both of Janus' pecs to jut out into distinct points. They paused only a second before massive amounts of data continued to stretch them away from her chest. The frame's distorted into curves and rounded shapes the further they grew, creating the illusion of mass. Janus found that her chest skeleton was looking like two halves of watermelon were laid on it. That was incredibly worrisome.

More so when the data began to attach itself over the shapes to make proper, white-furred breasts. Gravity quickly asserted itself over these newly forming weights. Janus was thrown off balance to press hands and boobs against the glass in a less than dignified fashion. From her shoulder erupted large tufts of fur resembling tiny wings while her new cleavage became partially concealed around a thick mane of white around her neck.

"Mmmpphhh!!" Janus' tried to speak, but her jaws were refusing to work correctly. There was only a little bit of code left circulating her tube, coinciding with her wireframed head being the only raw data part of her remaining. Even her grunts were sounding oddly sultry and definitively female. "Ngghh! Aah paah paah! Grrrwaah!"

A strange sensation caused Janus' cheeks to bloat out for an awkwardly chubby appearance. Luckily her nose shifted soon after. Very uncomfortable cramping caused Janus to close her eyes while her face bent and pulled into a pointed foxes snout. The bridge between muzzle and skull reversed, making her whole mouth streamlined into her skull. From atop her triangle-shaped head, Janus felt her ears flail about stretching towards the ceiling.

DATA REFORMATTING COMPLETE! DISPATCHING UNIT NUMBER THIRTY-TWO; JANUSMON!

Jason sighed, reminding herself to never let Desmond program the experiment naming protocols ever again. Still, watching the digital upload tube 'whoosh' open so a very top-heavy Renamon could exit was always satisfying. Her latest janitor-turned-minion was tottering about trying to get a feel for their much larger feet and sense of balance. When the Renamon spent WAY too much time examining their thick, rounded buttocks and enormous tits, Jason gave a very harsh cough. That quickly got the creatures shimmering blue eyes to snap in her direction.

"Welcome to the real world and thank you for the cooperation, Janus. Are you ready for your first mission orders?"

Jason beamed with smug satisfaction watching her renamon straighten up in rapt attention. Finally, she accomplished a data conversion with complete, unquestioned, discipline. This could mean the beginnings of a whole new digital revolution. People were going to pay her millions for their own sexy monster pets. Who could resist such buxom beauties with the way Janus was licking her lips in that predatory glare. Three-fingered hands absently rubbing along the soft curves of her powerful vixen body.

"You're cute!"

"...wha…?"

Not even the security cameras could capture the single second that happened next. Jason blinked slowly, not fully registering the simple two words Janus spoke before the Digimon became a yellow blur.

Next thing the raccoon knew, she was thrown back against a lab table. The heavy weight of Janus' bigger, thicker, form pinning her in place. Struggling amounted to very little. Those tri-digit hands were keeping a gentle but firm grip on Jason's wrists, backed by muscles that could bend steel bars. More disturbingly was the way Janus pushed in, so her fatty mammaries squished hard against Jason's own breasts.

"Get off of me!" Jason barked with surprising anger. She was not about to let something as typical as a transformed vixen ninja intimidate her in her own lab. "I command you as your creator to-MMPPHHHH!!"

Then again, Janus was neither intimidated nor amused by such an attitude. Only thing she knew that could cure such a bad case of the grumps was a good ol' smooching fest. Soon as Jason could take a breath, Janus shot in to wrap their lips together. The momentary shock even allowed Janus to slip in some tongue inside Jason's muzzle.

Now it may have been true in Janus' post-transformation arousal that kissing the nearest sentient thing with lips would be her solution to any interaction. In this case, it ended up working. This was more in part because soon as her tongue connected with Jason's the code that had been installed into Janus promptly migrated over into what it perceived as another host in need of upgrading.

While such code worked its way across Jason's nerves, and eventually her brain, the raccoons struggle consequently lost its energy. It only took seconds until she ceased fighting altogether and began kissing back in muffled pleas for lusty attention. Neither partner really noticed, or cared, how this caused Jason's ears to start stretching several inches longer. Their fur brightened into the soft yellow matching Janus'.

By the time Janus finally broke their embrace, Jason's head had finished puffing into the same triangle Renamon configuration. Only their hairstyles kept them from being identical.

"Murrrrr!" Janus purred softly. Her fluffy fox tail thumped happily against the lab floor while she helped slide Jason's lab coat off. It gave Janus a much better view of her former bosses shirt starting to strain over their chest. "Drink me?"

Jason bit her now vulpine lips, eyes flickering across Janus' supple curves while her own body was gradually swelling towards a similar build. With a shrug, her own ringtail gave a hard flick and promptly 'foofed' into a thick yellow vixens appendage.

"Aw, what the hell!? It's for science, after all."

They fell into each other's embrace. One unaware, while the other completely forgot about the six security cameras intently watching events unfold.