Her Master's Voice (Iori - LadyDevimon TG/AP)

(Note: The plot of this story is connected to previous Digimon stories of mine, "The Meaning of Love", "Destined For Light" and "Another Light" so if you care about plot in TF stories I advise you check those out first.)

At the start of the school year, Iori had entertained the thought that things might go relatively normal for him for once. He had expected some drama; that was inevitable considering he was friends with Miyako, but all and all, he had prepared himself for lessons, his friend gushing about how dreamy the other boys and girls looked, and balancing kudo and homework.

What he had not prepared for was currently being restrained against a wall in another dimension alongside two of his friends as a boy only a bit older than them gloated about his plan of domination. Honestly, the only thing that was more concerning was that it wasn’t even the most unusual situation he had found himself in this week.

"I must admit that even the amusement you have provided is starting to wear thin. You Digidestined have the uncanny habit of appearing where my most major projects are underway. Which made it all the easier for me to make preparations for your arrival this time. Now with you three captured, your worthless allies will lose faith! Lose their hope! THEY WILL FINALLY SEE THAT-"

"The only way they can survive is by surrendering themselves to the great Digimon Kaiser! They will be helpless before my forces as they are cornered and captured! I will make them kneel before my genius! And the Digital World will be mine at last! Did I miss anything else?"

Iori flinched at his friend's words, already seeing the Kaiser’s eye twitching from beneath his glasses as Kari looked down in boredom, the older girl clearly unconcerned with the current situation compared to her companions. He'd known the older girl in passing before getting wrapped up in everything with the Digital World, the girl sometimes picking up what looked to be her younger sister with a blonde teenager that was around her age every once in a while.

Sometimes when he was nearby she spotted him, her expression shifting into one of remembrance and knowing as she kindly waved at him. He had always thought something about her was strange, but he had no clue just how unusual the truth was. Him, Miyako and Daisuke were all caught off guard by just how in her element she was during their first visits in the Digital World, especially with how powerful her angel partner was, only making them all the more curious.

Iori wouldn't be so impolite to go and ask though, but considering his friends he really didn't need to, Daisuke always more than eager to have an excuse to talk to his crush.

"Hey, Hikari? How come your sister is so skilled with all this? Has she been exploring the Digital World before you and the original Digidestined or something?"

"Giggle~. Oh right, we never got around to telling you. She's not my sister. She's me~!"

"I-I... come again?"

Surprisingly, confirmation of time travel being real wasn't as hard of a pill to swallow for Iori after being exposed to digital monsters, superpowered eggs, and mind-controlling rings, the older Digidestined later explaining that during their last visit to the Digital World, (all red-faced for some reason), disruptions in reality had sent some of their older selves falling through time and being trapped in the past.

Despite the three of them struggling to wrap their heads around the concept at first, the others looked like they had adjusted to it ages ago, Hikari's older self having taken Kari as a nickname to avoid confusion in conversations. In some way, he was jealous that Daisuke could get on board with the concept as quickly as he did, saying something about how it finally made sense where that star player in the girl's high school soccer team had come from.

Kari was the most valuable asset they had in their battle against the mysterious Digimon Kaiser (well, his mystique lasted all of five seconds until she shouted Ken-Chan at the top of her lungs and almost caused him to fall off the Digimon he was riding), the fallen Digidestined spreading his Dark Towers all across the Digital World in an effort to take it all for himself.

At first, the girl had tried to appeal to some kind of better nature, ensuring her doubtful allies that there was some good hidden somewhere beneath his seemingly heartless surface as she made attempt after attempt. Despite her efforts, every one of them ended in failure, and weeks ago, the girl had decided to try a new plan with her future knowledge instead, the sweet grin she made when she mentioned it making both past and future Digidestined's blood run cold.

It was, in her own words, "annoy the shit out of him until he gives up".

So far it had gone incredibly well, Kari’s impressive memory meaning she could easily predict his speeches, along with other pieces of knowledge and a general smug attitude that was designed to get on his nerves as much as possible. Right now though, Iori wished she had picked a moment when they weren’t completely at the Kaiser's mercy while furious mind controlled Digimon stood beneath them, ready to attack at the first command from their master.

”Would you be silent!? You insects should know your place in my presence by now! Your insignificant comments mean nothing-“

”Compared to my vast genius that none of you can compare to! You have no hope of defeating my empire! My Dark Towers will soon spread all across the Digital World and be the control spires for my power! Which I will use to control all the Digimon! Master the powers of darkness! And make unlimited chocolate cakes! Etc, etc. Are you done? Man, I was scared the first time around Ken, but with hindsight, this is just sad.”

”DON’T YOU DARE MOCK ME, GIRL! IF YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT ME, I WILL RESTART THE DIGITAL WORLD AND REMOVE YOUR CODE FROM IT WITH MY OWN-“

“OH, YOU’D BETTER CALL UP HOMEOSTASIS OR THE HOLY BEASTS THEN, SINCE FROM WHERE I AM IT LOOKS LIKE YOU CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT!”

Iori and Miyako looked at each other in worry as the shouting match continued, their Digimon partners looking just as confused in the small cage that floated next to them. It was times like this that the boy found it hard to believe that everything Kari said was right, especially the idea that this kid would go on to be their ally against even greater evils.

”Hey Kari? C-could you maybe try not to annoy the villain that literally has our lives in his hands right now!”

"MAYBE IF KEN DIDN'T KIDNAP US AND MAKE ME LATE FOR MY DATE I WOULD CONSIDER IT!”

”YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE KNOWLEDGE ON THE FUTURE THOUGH, SHOULDN'T YOU HAVE PLANNED AROUND THIS!?”

”DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED!? THIS WAS A BUSY YEAR FOR ME!”

“DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME, YOU IRRITATING GIRL!”

Iori signed to himself as the three descended into another shouting match, Miyako screaming in irritation at their captor while questioning Kari, the boy seeming to be the only one who found the situation slightly unusual as his partner tilted his head at him.

”Hey Iori? Can we go home now? I’m hungry.”

”I wish we could Armadillomon... but we kinda have to take care of this mess first...”

He hoped that the other Digidestined would show up soon, Daisuke and Hikari barely managing to get away from the Kasier’s ambush when they arrived in the Digital World thanks to the timely arrival of the Digimon that had called them there. Maybe they could even contact Angewomon for help, the perfect level Digimon currently focused on travelling around the Digital World and destroying as many Dark Towers as she could.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The Kaiser's shout finally put an end to the constant bickering, fury visible on his face as he gasped for breath, Miyako and Iori shivering at his glare of hate while Kari rolled her eyes.

"I have had it with these pointless debates! You are in my power you insects! I will delete you into nothingness and purge you from my world! Do you have anything to say before I silence you forever, girl?"

"Yeah. In hindsight, stalling you is way easier than I thought. NOW!"

Kari smirked as the Kesier was suddenly tackled to the floor by a streak of white, Tailmon quickly returning to her partner with the remote to the prison in hand, Iori blinking in surprise as Hikari and Daisuke emerged from their hiding places.

"W-what the!? When did-"

"Oh, they signalled me like five minutes ago. I just needed to keep the Kaiser busy for a bit while they got everything ready for the rescue. Nice job guys!"

Daisuke smiled in pride at her words, Tailmon passing her partner the remote, the two children nodding in unison as they raised their Digivices high. The Kaiser growled in fury as he got to his feet, the Digimon under his control turning their attention towards the Digidestined.

"You better hope you will live to regret that! Wait... QUICK, ATTACK THEM BEFORE-"

"DIGIMENTAL UP!"

Everyone was forced to shield their eyes as the joint shout echoed through the room, the harsh angelic echoes of the D3s coating V-Mon and Tailmon with intense blinding light that filled the children with hope while Ken's eye twitched in fury. It only took seconds for new forms to burst from the light, a white blur flying into the air while a black and blue Digimon sent a bolt of lightning flying towards the Kaiser’s forces.

"THE STORM OF FRIENDSHIP! RAIDRAMON!"

"THE LIGHT OF SMILES! NERFERTIMON!"

"Never mind... ALL FORCES ATTACK!"

Iori blinked as the battle raged across the room, Miyako cheering happily as Kari smiled fondly, filling the boy with relief as Nerfertimon flew under them with Hikari on her back and the remote in her hand.

"Sorry we're late! Brace yourselves!"

She quickly pressed the button, the binds finally releasing as the children and their partners gracefully landed on the Armour Digimon's back before she flew back to rejoin the fight, large rocks raining down on the battlefield to cover for Daisuke's more reckless actions.

"Thank you for your help, Hikari."

"Yeah, great work me! I knew you could do it~."

"HEY WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG HIKARI?! WE WERE ALMOST DIGIMON SOUP! Come on, let's get out of here! The Kaiser will be calling for reinforcements soon!"

The girl giggled at the various reactions of the other Digidestined, clearly relieved to see them all ok as her partner swerved between attacks from the Digimon below.

"Sorry about that, Miyako. But we don't need to worry about the reinforcements! Ogremon is holding off Leomon and the other members of the Kaiser’s army outside! But we can't leave yet, we couldn't find the Dark Tower anywhere! It has to be somewhere in here!"

The others nodded at her words, looking around the room as Hawkmon and Armadillomon leapt down into the battle, managing to hold their own against the other Digimon despite their lower forms. It was Iori that noticed it first, his eyes widening as he spotted a small piece of unearthly blackness exposed in one of the metal walls.

"DAISUKE! THE DARK TOWER! THE KAISER HID IT IN THE WALL!"

The boy smirked at his friend's words, sharing a glance with his partner as the Kaiser clenched his fists, too slow to stop his opponents as the blade on Raidramon's head lit up with blue energy.

"LIGHTNING BLADE!"

A blade of pure electricity was sent bursting from the Digimon's head, crashing into the wall with almost impossible strength, blowing it and the tower to pieces as the opposing Digimon froze before collapsing, completely unconscious as the dark rings harmlessly fell to the floor. The Digidestined breathed a sigh of relief, Daisuke and Miyako cheering in victory as the two Digimon returned to their previous forms, the goggle boy leaping upwards in excitement.

"OH YEAH! TAKE THAT KAISER! SEE, WE’RE STRONGER WHEN WE ACT AS ONE!”

"... I'm sorry what?"

Daisuke looked almost annoyed at the judging stares from the others, Hikari looking the most confused as Tailmon sighed on her shoulder, Kari trying her best not to laugh.

"Ignore him Hikari. He's been trying to think of a catchphrase for weeks now. If you think that's bad, the other day he just shouted "I am the one" after I blew up a Dark Tower..."

"What!? All of them sound fine! You try to come up with something!"

"Pffffft... trust me Daisuke, these definitely sound better in your head."

Kari giggled at how offended Daisuke got at her words, his expression simply priceless as her younger self soon joined in with her laughter.

"This is stupid. Come on, would you have preferred something like "Oh yeah! Our Digimon are the champions!" or something?"

"Huh, that does have a nice ring to it actually..."

"Um, guys? We might have a problem..."

The Digidestined widened their eyes at Iori's words, turning around to see the Kaiser's smug expression, the Gigadramon behind him growling in fury as the evil spiral wrapped around its arm gleamed in the sunlight.

"You think you've won Digidestined!? How foolish. Destroy them at once Gigadramon! LET NONE ESCAPE!"

"Oh, no... guys we need to retreat! None of our Digimon have enough energy to handle this right now!"

Daisuke went to interject, whatever argument he was about to make silenced by the identical expressions from Hikari and her older self, Miyako crying out in panic as the Digimon roared furiously. They legged it right away, their partners in hand as they dashed though the newly created hole, doing their best to ignore the animalistic growls behind them as missiles and gears barely missed them.

Kari led the way, all of them breathing a sigh of relief when the TV came into view, the Digidestined hurriedly pulling out their D3s as fast as possible before pointing them at the screen.

"Well, it's been fun Ken-Chan! See you next week! Digital gate, open!"

The distant cry of the Kaiser was enough to make Kari giggle as she vanished into the TV, the other children following soon after her, Iori the last to arrive as he took a second to catch his breath before pointing his D3 towards it.

"Digital gate..."

"Iori! Look out!"

Everything that followed felt like it happened in slow motion, his partner’s cry, turning around to see the missile heading towards them both, the boy acting entirely on instinct as he threw Armadillomon into the open gate, before running into it himself. For a moment he was floating as normal, the Digital World vanishing before he heard something break around him.

Something was wrong, the boy screaming as he was flung from his current path, colours and glitched code rushing all around him, his body burning, breaking, shifting and falling all at once. He was screaming but no sound would come out, Iori's eyes fluttering shut as he began to lose consciousness, noticing the colours around him muting until he fell into the dark aether.

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He awoke to the sound of waves.

At first, he didn't move, his body lying still on the cold sand, Iori groaning as he slowly got to his feet, his head aching as he shivered from the chill in the air. He couldn't understand where the noise was coming from, shouldn't he be in the computer lab? Why could he hear the ocean?

It all made sense once he opened his eyes. He wasn't in the computer lab. He wasn't even in the Digital World. Instead, he was somewhere else entirely, just looking at it putting his hairs on end as he gasped in instinctive horror. It was a beach, one that seemed to go on for miles in every direction, a heavy fog all around him as he faced a vast ocean, the water murky, icky and black, so black it looked like where spirits and light went to die.

"A-Armadillomon? M-Miyako? Is a-anyone there?"

He shouted into the darkness, nothing answering him, not even a faint breeze, only the constant ebbing and flowing of the heavy black waves. The air felt thick around him, the boy shivering as he walked across the coast, hoping to make out something identifiable through the murky surroundings.

Iori didn’t know what, but something was off about this place, something wrong, the boy starting to realise that the sound of the waves was coming from all around him, despite it only being in front of him. It all unnerved him, everything feeling hostile to his mere presence, the boy hoping he could find a way out as soon as possible, unaware that he wasn't as alone as he thought.

Something had noticed him, something old, something powerful. It was a creature that was as old as the Digital World itself, those that knew of it even whispered it could have been older, a spirit that delighted in torturing the weak minds of humans for millennia, planting its twisted seeds and ideas to create horrific fantasies of impossible beings.

It had fed on the fear it had created, delighted in the pain of sleepless nights and screams caused by its creations. No one knew where it had come from, but when the Digital World came into existence, the spirit found it and evolved, reformatting itself after a creation it was particularly fond of. The Digimon had sunk into the cast-off data, structured its domain with its power alone to build its kingdom of tears, living off the powers of darkness that lay in all.

They were all only rumours though, all that was known for sure of the Digimon were legends of its power, especially in its domain, the amount of those who fell into its darkness far outnumbering the lucky survivors. The power of light and hope had prevented it from taking action against its previous visitors, but now it could easily see another soul had wandered into its lands, one that lacked such protection.

Even stranger was that the boy had no reason to be here; the other visitors had been drawn to the ocean itself, or at least been in pursuit of those that had, but he had appeared from nowhere, and the ocean took offence. It would be easy to provide him with a way out, but he didn’t deserve that; the price of trespassing was high, and it was one he had no way of escaping.

There was already a chill in the air, so it wasn't too surprising that the boy missed the strange cold tingling that was slowly dancing over his flesh. At first, he assumed it was a natural reaction to the fear he was feeling, his body shaking from the unnatural presence all around him, the odd feeling nothing more than that, the boy having no idea just how wrong he was.

Iori's skin had always been smooth but it was becoming something more, the small amount of body hair that had started to develop brushed away and discarded in an instant, his skin feeling far more reactive to his surroundings as its softness turned almost sensual. He didn't notice any of it, nor the buzzing that started to coat his insides, digital energy gradually bleeding into his body the longer he stayed in this unfamiliar world.

He was similarly oblivious to another change to his body, the cold growing stronger as he hugged himself, every inch of him freezing as the healthy colour of his skin was sapped away from him, his body paling to an unnatural white. What Iori did notice was how it felt, the constant buzzing turning sharp and slightly painful, like spikes were brushing against his insides and teasing him with harsh, foreign sensations.

They were testing the limits of what he could take, testing out the influence they had before moving on to more extreme alterations. As Iori continued to walk forwards, he only vaguely noticed an unfamiliar feeling beneath his fear and unease, something that was undeniably pleasant and almost... hungry?

He was cut out of his thoughts by a presence, the boy freezing as he suddenly felt something behind him, crying out in alarm as he turned around with a start. Nothing was there though, Iori gasping as his eyes looked over the barren beach for any sign of life, doing a very poor job of hiding how unnerved he was now that he was all alone.

It was with a start that he felt the presence again, his body shaking at the feeling of it behind him, the boy looking out of the corner of his eye and freezing at what he saw. It was his shadow, something that already seemed impossible enough considering the lack of sunlight, but that worry was instantly overshadowed by the fear as he spotted something... growing from it, a shapeless blob of darkness hanging over him like a spectre.

He couldn’t help but look behind him as fast as he could, screaming at the sight of the jagged creature, its ruby red eyes shining with malice as they peered into his mind, horrific sounds slipping from its stitched smile. At first the boy thought it was crying out in pain, but the truth he realised was even more frightening, the look in those eyes too controlled, the movements too natural to be injured, and that twisted, sadistic grin.

It was laughing at him.

Iori ran, his heart thumping at what felt like a thousand beats a minute, every instinct, every thought begging and screaming to get away as fast as possible. He didn’t get very far, shrieking in terror as the cackling shadow dropped in front of his eyes, the boy hopelessly trying to swipe it away from him.

“S-stay back! Armadillomon! H-help mAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

He shrieked in terror as the ground suddenly burst, sand flying everywhere as he shielded his eyes, the sound of moving metal filling his ears. Iori wailed in terror as a metal chain charged from the fog, moving at speeds impossible for him to react to, the metal coiling up his leg like a snake trapping its prey.

It shackled him in place, tying him to the ground, the boy screaming in panic as he hopelessly thrashed, unable to shake off the metal. The invading darkness didn’t take kindly to his resistance, the boy's shrieks turning painful as dark spikes pierced into the flesh of his thigh, his eyes wide as he felt something being pumped into his body.

”GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! IT HURTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! STOP PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Even his terrified cries were muffled when the shadow’s clawed hand slammed over his lips, the demented cacking flooding his ears along with what sounded like thousands of whispers all around him. There were too many of them for him to understand what they were saying, Iori bucking in sync with each surge of sharp sensations, following the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Darkness was bruising his insides, piercing and twisting around him until it sparked something new in him, his eyes widening in shock as his arms went limp, his muffled cries turning confused. There was a new feeling now, a feeling that the young boy had never felt before, one that was undeniably good.

His body was shivering, his bucking growing more violent as he felt something build inside him, growing closer to release by the second. He had no time to prepare himself for what would come next, the forces not kind enough to gradually ease him into it, instead preferring to dunk him in head first as his body exploded with violent pleasures.

For a moment, he thought his entire body was breaking apart, Iori losing all control of himself as he cried and screamed into the shadow’s hand, his body shooting up and refusing to stop as he grew bigger and bigger. He felt like he was being pulled, stretched and moulded by an unseen being, his limbs forcefully extended into the size of an adult.

It felt like hell, mixed with the most wonderful of pleasures, the experience utter torture for the boy as his eyes watered from the intense bliss, height far from the only thing he was gaining as his clothes struggled to fit his growing form. He let out a gasping coo, his eyes growing slightly foggy as years poured into him with no end in sight.

He felt like he was melting when his cock twitched in need, his fully erect junk completely tenting his pants as it throbbed in sync with every burst of maturity, his teens passing by as quickly as they appeared. His immature mind had no idea of the pleasures of adulthood, the sensations making him feel like he was about to lose his mind, his core and waist cracking and crunching painfully as it was pulled outwards.

The only sounds he could make were terrified cries of bliss that slipped out between the claws on his lips, the pleasure meaning he was oblivious to the gradual shift in pitch, every cry bringing it further away than before as his barely developed Adam’s Apple slid down his throat. There was nothing boyish about it now, his breaths husky and sexy, every word and sound laced with a dangerous, seductive quality that would set anyone on edge.

Even worse were the feelings in his thigh, Iori swearing that it was about to explode from how much mass was rushing into it, the chain flooding it with painful ecstasy as it swelled outwards. It certainly wasn't an injury though, his mind assaulted with rushes of corruptive bliss as the fat sensually grew bigger and thicker, the womanly fat tearing through his pant leg and touching his erect shaft.

He had no choice but to cum, the boy screaming into the hand as thick ropes of his seed were sprayed all over the sand, the feminine touch forcing it all out of him as he was flooded with unrivalled delights. It blew his mind, the creature's hand removing itself from his head as he was left gasping for breath, the strange sounds making his manhood throb for things he didn't understand.

"HAH~! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!! L-LET ME GO!? WHAT ARE YOU... you... my god... is that my... but i-it can't be... there's no..."

The sound of his new voice only made him all the more terrified, the sheer panic rivalling the utter ecstasy as both ran wild in his head, Iori hopelessly trying to come up with some sort of logical explanation for what was happening. His heart felt like it might burst out of his chest as he looked down at himself, whimpering at the sight of long, slender limbs, a tight, slim tummy, and plump thigh, all of it covered with impossibly pale flesh.

"W-what's happening to me? I-I... need to get out! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!"

Iori couldn't put on a brave face anymore, screaming and clutching his head as the surrounding whispers grew louder, assaulting his ears with deafening, inhuman noises as the shadow laughed in amusement. It clutched him by the chin, the boy yelping in terror as the clawed hand slowly put more and more pressure on him, tears streaming down his face as the shadow did it as slow as possible for no other reason than to soak in the terror on his face.

CRUNCH

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It hurt. The violent bolts of pain and pleasure shocked him to the core as his mouth opened into a silent scream, his jaw shattered beyond repair as the shadow teasingly ran its claws down his face. He was thrashing, begging, pleading for it to end, but no one would ever answer him, Iori's inexperienced nerves pushed beyond their limits by the sheer amount of pain and delight that was rocketing through him.

It felt like his old features were being ripped away, torn to shreds as his cheekbones and nose were reduced to slender shapes, his lips swelling outwards as his frightened eyes widened in their sockets. He could swear he could feel a piece of himself dying with his appearance, Iori acting purely on instinct as he pulled the chain from his thigh with his left hand, too scared to question his sudden increase in strength, the metal burning in his grip and forcing him to drop it to the ground.

He did his best to ignore the harsh, pleasant snapping from his hand as he ran forwards, his body burning and aching with painful pleasures, his attempt at escape only lasting a moment, the boy far too unused to the long, lithe limbs to keep it up for long. He tripped over himself, shrieking as the shadow laughed mockingly, Iori landing on his front as he weakly pulled himself upwards, his mind racing.

The boy had already realised he was older, that was one of the only things that made sense to him, but he was only now noticing that something was wrong with that. He wasn’t egotistic at all, but the fact he was so weak bothered him, his slender limbs not showing a hint of muscle, his core far too thin, even his features aching with a feeling of wrongness.

His eyes widened in confusion when he saw the shore in front of him, his breaths turning heavy, knowing that he had been running in the other direction, the fact the ocean was in front of him an impossibility. It didn’t change that it was reality though, Iori panting as he stared into the depths and into the terrified, pleading eyes of a stranger.

At first he naturally assumed it was someone else, a few seconds passing before the realisation of where he was looking hit him like a truck, the eyes of his reflection drowning in terror as it clicked in his mind.

”N-no... nononononononononohhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!!!!!!!! That can’t... be me r-right? This isn’t real! I won’t... I KNOW IT'S NOT! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! THIS ISN'T T-TRUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The laughing was growing louder, the joyful, cruel, constant cackling that assaulted his ears, the hundreds of whispering voices joining it as it relished in his frightened reasoning to himself. It had to be a trick. An illusion to break his spirits, some kind of twisted joke that was determined to increase his torment. But he knew in his heart, knew the horrible truth that it was real.

He already felt broken, muttering desperate “nos” as he hoped he was trapped in some twisted nightmare, that he would wake up at home any second, tears and pre cum dripping into the sand as he prayed for the impossible. A scream was torn from his throat when a searing, harsh pleasure dug into his other thigh, another chain bursting from the sand and digging into its prey.

”OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!! NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPP PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!! NO MORHHHHHHHH~!!!!!”

It was growing already, expanding with thick, girly mass to match its twin, tearing through its prison of clothing to brush directly against his cock, his cum spurting to the floor as he moaned involuntarily. His every movement sent him deeper into the hellish paradise of bliss as his thighs teased his manhood with the corruptive sensations, Iori clutching his head tighter as the whispering pounded into his skull, the meaning of some finally becoming understandable to him.

"Do you like the taste of our corruption?"

"Knowledge and reliability can't save you now, child. Are all humans so weak in spirit?"

"Why do you fight? The Dark Ocean has decided your fate. Accept it"

"NONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

They were taunting him, teasing him, the sounds sending the darkness flowing into his unprotected mind, a seed of corruption that awaited the right moment to sprout. He bucked and shrieked as the chain coiled around his thigh, the darkness surrounding him growing overwhelming as he suddenly felt a hand in his hair.

He screamed as the shadow’s hand forcefully pulled at his hair, flooding his body with pain that was horrifically addictive, his eyes glazing over as it was stretched into its new length. Iori couldn't shake it off, the shadow attached to his flesh and not letting go, his strands turning long and wavy as they were bleached with softness, pleasurably burning away the roughness.

The healthy brown of his hair was being seeped away, leaving only an unnatural, alluring silver behind, tears rushing down his face as his hair was pulled more and more, bringing it all the way down to his ass. It wasn't his hair. It wasn't his fuc- h-hair! The boy felt like he might faint, whimpering as he grabbed a handful of the soft locks with his hand, blown away by the flawless texture as the voices continued to relentlessly mock him.

"Look how he struggles. The successor of knowledge is so very disappointing. Where were you when they were handing the brains out?"

"Don't lie to yourself. Why even hold back that word? Beings like you have so very little reason to not say them after all."

It was a struggle to not let them break his spirits, it being a testament to his willpower that he had managed to hold on for as long as he had, the taunting words hammering into his mind and feeding the seed that lay within. Strange urges were bubbling to the forefront of his mind, memories of kudo practice shifting and corrupting into violent, terrifying instincts.

He screamed and shook his head, desperately trying to fight the horrific thoughts that were pouring into his mind, data from his imaginary victims splattering all over them. His body shook with fear and euphoria as the mental battle raged, the boy not noticing how the chain slowly coiled up his body, wrapping around his helpless form as programmed instincts rammed into his mind, breaking away at the layers of morality and bending it to their will.

His pleas for help had been reduced to patheric whimpers, Iori screaming as his unchanged hand twitched, only now noticing how the length of his limbs bordered on the uncanny as darkness flooded into it. Raw power was pouring into it like a cock hammering into his ass, the comparison only making him blush as the taunting laughter grew louder, the growing strength only making his mind more open to the invading thoughts.

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! OH~! YES THE POWERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, THE DARKNESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, GIVE ME- NONONONONONO GET OUT GET OUT GET out of my head silly boy, it's time for the grown-ups to play now, and I'm in the mood to slay some pathetic weak Digimon toni- STAHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP~!!!!!!!!! PLEASE JUST, AHAHAHAHAHOHFUCKINGGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD~!!!!!!!!!!"

The power flooding his hand had burst without warning, Iori wailing in terror and bliss as it grew, his fingers twitching uncontrollably as unrivalled strength contuined to flood into it forcing it to unnaturally bulge in size with each surge of darkness. The growth hurt too, the sensations of the shattering and reformation of his bones joined by corruptive bliss as his nails lengthened into blood red, deadly claws that were as sharp as swords.

The shape was twisted, monstrous, and clearly inhuman, the feelings of its continued growth forcing him to cum as he was consumed with fear, the simple fact that it could not belong to a human echoing through his mind as his heart beated like crazy.

"N-no... this... I can't have... this isn't... I-I'm a human! Sure, keep telling yourself that brat. NO I-I AM! It just c-can't look like- THAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!"

He let out a squeal as it surged in size again, almost as if mocking his words alongside the shadow's constant laughter and the taunting comments that echoed from the ocean's depths.

"He still thinks he's a human. How amusing."

"The Dark Ocean rarely has a need for those beyond those who heed our master's call."

"When will he realise he is becoming something more than human? I wonder what will he think when he realises he has become the very thing his precious friends worked so hard to destroy?"

"W-what? But I'm... they won't... o-ohhhhhhhhh gawddddddd no... I-I need them to h-help me! T-they’ll go looking for me and-"

Iori flinched at the sound of overwhelming laughter from all around him, his spasming hand finally stopping its growth as it grew bigger than his head, the weight scarily familiar as he strayed further from his humanity. There was a hunger inside him, a hunger for violence, urges and hatreds that went against everything he stood for, all of them pounding into his mind and feeling so... so... wonderful~.

"W-wait no... I don't... this is so w-wronggggggggggggggg~! H-help me p- god you need to fucking shut up already! You are such an annoying brat! Give in already you little shit!"

His head felt like it was splitting open, the harsh, venomous words breaking away at his terrified mind, the boy blindy shrieking in fear as the shadow engulfed his face with its hand, dark fog and energy swirling around his torn clothes as he came from the pain.

"HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA~! OH YES~! DISCARD THESE PATHETIC HUMAN FABRICS AND DRESS ME IN SOMETHING FIT FOR A PERFECT LEVEL~! N-noooooooooooooooooo p-please don't! Just leave me alone! W-wait perfect? O-OH NO AM I-I BECOMING A D-DIGMOHHHHHHHN~!!!!!!!!?????"

The energy all surged into his clothes at once, the realisation hitting him at the same time as he squealed in panic, the shadow’s hand withdrawing to reveal that his face was now covered with a stitched leather mask. His ripped clothes were being stitched back together, the patchwork obvious, the material shifting and hardening as it was infected with black, red markings forming to complete the look, the new outfit tightly hugging his slender curves.

His cracking feet rose off the ground slightly as heels burst from his shoes, spiked bracelets covering his right arm as his right sleeve and trouser leg were removed altogether, exposing his pale, lithe limb. He cooed and moaned, desperately denying the reality of what was happening, the effort proving to be pointless as his leather covered thighs brushed against the twitching bulge in his outfit.

“Hah! You didn’t realise~? How pathetic~. This brat didn’t even notice how we tore and pulled at what he was~. How we BROKE IT~!”

Something was breaking out of the darkest corners of his mind, something venomous  grown from the seed of corruption from his despair and the taunting cries, Iorimon screaming as it forcefully embedded itself in his psyche, the boy swearing he could feel the shadow’s claws teasingly run across it. The pain he felt was making him harder, the arousal making his nipples perk up against the leather, pushing out the skull that had been printed on it.

“NONONONONONONONO, I-I’m not a h-human! NO! S-stop improv-CHANGING WHAT I should be keeping to mysel- SAY!”

“Look how he argues with himself. With what he really wants.”

”Humans are such stubborn creatures.”

”Does he not know that he has no other choice?”

He was arguing with himself, screaming out protests as mass was dumped into his chest, the pale flesh exploding into DDs without warning as he came out what remained of his DNA, his body purged of the organic as code and programs filled his insides. His chest felt far too sensitive, and he couldn’t get enough of it, his hand out of his control as it gave them an eager squeeze, the pleasure rocketing through him as he spasmed uncontrollably, the sensations frying his nerves to oblivion.

Iorimon wasn’t getting any sort of mercy, the emerging Digimon much preferring to crush him as soon as possible, no matter how much he fought it. Any attempt he did make only served to frustrate her more, taking it out on him as his massive hand twitched hungrily, his arm moving towards his back.

“NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I-I CAN STILL FIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU I’M NAHTTTTTTTTTT A DIGIMONNNNNNNNNNN~!!!!!!!!!! MY FRIENDS WILL HELP ME AND-“

”Think whatever you want to think brat. But you really are a fucking idiot if you think any of that is true. Our master has plans for you~. And nothing will come in the way of that~.”

He felt like was dying as she assaulted his back, her claws hacking and slashing at his weak spine, slowly working away at it as the entire thing crunched into a womanly curve, the collapse flooding his body with violent, pleasurable pain. He screamed in agonised delight, the claws cutting away at chunks of his flesh, making it slender and feminine with her own hand as data bled from the wounds.

Something more was happening though, a growing pressure building in his back, Iori crying out in fear as he felt something wriggling under his skin, straining against his flesh in a desperate attempt to get out. He couldn't stop it, his body bucking as they grew stronger and stronger, Iori refusing to lose faith as he shrieked.

"NO Y-YOU'RE WRONG! MY FRIENDS W-WON'T JUST ABANDON ME! I KNOW THEY-"

"What will they do child? Do you think they’ll believe you? A powerful, virus type Digimon they have fought before? A creature of darkness?"

"They’ll slay you like every other evil Digimon that faced them before."

"You're their enemy now."

His heart almost stopped from their words, the changing boy's eyes widening as the meaning of their words sunk in, his spirit shaking, his anxieties and fears only strengthened by the sound of the constant ebbing and flowing of the waves.

"N-no... they w-wouldn't... they... y-you’re wrong! There's no-"

"Oh give it a rest. If you really thought that, then you wouldn't be so shaken would you~? Face it. You don't belong there anymore. In their world. You're tainted now. You belong here. You belong in our darkness~. I know for a fact one of your Digimon friends will want to kill me on sight anyways."

The things in his back wouldn't stop moving now, his skin about to burst along with his sanity, all the voices driving the boy insane as guilt, terror, anger, and panic mixed in his brain, all with deadly instincts that were screaming for violence. His muscles tingled with power, his sanity going down the drain as it all overwhelmed him, his own wants and needs dying in the depths of darkness, his fingers twitching as he couldn't help but want to cut into anyone who opposed her and-

They were breaking in, they were breaking into his head and he couldn't stop them, Iorimon finally finding some hope as he noticed his D3 in the sand, desperately tearing control of his normal hand away from the invading personality and reaching towards it. He clutched it for a moment, before he was forced to pull it away, crying out in agony as it felt like it was burning his flesh, the device rejecting him.

"NONONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I'M NOT- I WON'T- T-THEY WON'T... THEY WON'T... w-why did it... I don't… sob… please…"

"They will."

"You're nothing to them now."

"You don't belong in their world."

"You're tainted now."

"You belong to our master."

"Obey."

"You see now don't you~? The light rejects you like they all will. Now. Let. Me. IN!"

He couldn't. He couldn't. It was too much. He was sobbing. It hurt. It hurt so bad, but that just made the pleasure feel even better and he was breaking, he was breaking, he was unravelling, his morals were gone, the instincts were all they were and he didn't know what he wanted anymore. He didn't know who or what he was and... and...

"H-heh~."

The laugh was quiet, the sound slipping out of her lips without a struggle as it broke though the sobbing, only the first of a fit of insane giggling as she finally gave in, the crying replaced by manic giggling. The laughter felt like it was something she held back for so long as she finally let it out.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DARKNESS HAS CALLED FOR ME~! I-I'VE FALLENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!!!!!!!!!!!! L-LET IT TAINT ME MOREEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME BECOME YOUR CHAMPION OF DARKNESS~! I'M NOT T-THAT DIGIDESTINED BRAT ANYMOREEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!! I. AM. LADYDEVIMON~!!!!!!!!!!"

She screamed in delight when the pressure in her back finally exploded with her mind, two long appendages bursting free of her skin, her newly grown, tattered wings flapping from ecstasy, a permanent reminder of just how much she had fallen. The new name echoed through the Digimon's head, the sound so right as everything she had been was overrun, corrupted, and tainted, LadyDevimon instantly raising her ass upwards while pleasure tingled over the surface of her flesh.

Her body shook and bucked as fat rushed into her ass, her cheeks jiggling as they rippled with growing fat, the thickening mass straining against the skintight leather as they slowly worked out a place for themselves. She shrieked and laughed insanely, the pleasure breaking her mind further as she was seduced by the darkness, her wide green eyes flooded with glowing blood red.

The shadow on her back laughed with her as her little cock twitched, squirming like a trapped worm between her thick thighs, the Digimon giving a pleased smirk as she put more and more pressure on her dying manhood, a sadistic grin in her eye as the voices edged her onwards. She was determined to make it suffer, to drag on the end of its miserable existence as long as possible, LadyDevimon gasping and moaning smugly as she knew it was almost done, almost gone, knew that it was so close to-

POP~!

"Oops~."

She giggled mockingly as she destroyed her shaft, the sheer size and power of her thighs becoming too much for it as the entire thing completely collapsed into her forming pussy where it clearly belonged. Her improved willpower meant she didn't even react to it that intensely, despite the change being enough to paralyse her for a moment, just gasping happily as the aftershocks flowed through her, savouring it all along with the faint pain as her broken mind began to feel almost whole.

LadyDevimon crossed her legs, pulling herself off the ground slightly as she raised her enlarged hand, a hungry look in her eyes as she stared across the horizon and into the fog of the ocean, rubbing her thighs together while waiting.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~. Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssss, that little shit didn't know when to fucking quit it~! Ugh, I hate dealing with brats like him. Especially that annoying little girl from last time!"

She was lucky that her data had barely survived her last body's destruction, the broken remnants naturally drifting down into the depths of the Dark Ocean where it was found by its master and saved for the future.

"I suppose the investment paid off in the end~. You must be so pleased~."

LadyDevimon didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood red lights on the horizon, peering out the fog as the Digimon sighed to herself, unfazed by the towering shadow as she savoured the wonderful feelings of her new form.

”I appreciate the new body. And the chance to get some payback on those meddlesome Digidestined~. I hope you give me more opportunities to mess with them than Piedmon did~.”

The creature didn’t reply, but she seemed to understand its will anyways, smiling to herself as she lazily kicked away the discarded D3, waiting a few moments before responding.

”Hmmm, hmmm~? Well, I suppose I should have known that you’d want to get in on the action eventually. Even with you waiting a while. But still, it gives me something to look forward to at least~."

She smirked, slowly walking away from the shore, the flowing of the waves music to her ears, the Digimon licking her lips as she imagined the Digimon she would face, the opponents she would slay and especially the faces when the cursed Digidestined encountered-

LadyDevimon paused, narrowing her eyes at the tingle of sadness she felt at the thought, growling to herself as she stormed away even faster, the moment of weakness buried under her usual confidence.

"Hahaha~. As if! I don't care about those shits anymore! I'm not one of them! All that's left of that boy is his broken mind anyways! I'm completely LadyDevimon~! My data is one with that brat's shattered brain and I am in control!"

Her laughter echoed through the empty ocean, the Digimon smirking already planning to go on the hunt for prey, the familiar task sure to clear her head from doubts as she repeated the facts to herself.

Maybe then she would actually believe it.