Hyper Digivolution

(contains character trait fusions, hyper hourglass expansion)

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Restricted access? The entrance was covered in glowing red stripes, flashing the two words over and over. It was almost laughable. While most would find this a dangerous warning not to proceed further, Zoe was a renamon that enjoyed a challenge.

With a cracking stretch of her three-fingered paw hands, they gave the air before her a soft tap. Before the digital vixen outstretched claw manifested a skeletal outline of a keyboard and monitor. Something her paws began typing furiously across, breaking out the codding that restricted her passage deeper into the network she was playing on.

“Hmm,” she mused, raising one hand to the side of her diamond-shaped muzzle. A green visor materialized over her blazing emerald eyes, supplying a feedback of data that was not matching up with her consoles feedback. “A backdoor hacking trap? How cute! You guys can’t even make it that well hidden.”

Both hands returned to the disembodied keypad to resume their flurry. Zoe’s eyes flicked rapidly, processing the information of both monitor feeds faster than most humans could probably comprehend. One by one the red stripes broke down into metric cubes of data that vanished back into empty storage. Foolish system admins thought just having a lot of firewalls meant she could not get through them. They were such simple, outdated programs that only made about an hour worth of difference.

Frankly, she was not even after anything on this section of the internet. Hacking up a random network was just the digital monster's way of wasting time, anyway. At worst, she would come in, rearrange some vital file locations, and flood the rest of the hard drives with terabytes of porn. Growing up in the rough wilds of a digital world forced a girl to find her own forms of entertainment.

“Aaaaand gotcha!” Zoe barked in victory, watching the last restricting barrier crumble before her epic hacking might. She stepped forward, letting the console and visor vanish back into her code for later use. The fluffy fox tail wagged happily high in the air to the bump of her hips. “Now, let’s see what naughty things humans are keeping in here.”

Transitioning from the open internet to a private network was always abrupt. With just a few steps Zoe’s paw feet went from being tickled by soft grasslands to suffering the chill of white floor tiles. She blinked slowly, letting her instincts adjust to a sudden enclosed hallway surrounding her. Bright white lights hummed overhead, working with the orange paint to nearly blinding degrees. The large claws tipping her four-toed paw feet clicked with her steps, echoing in the cavernous maze. Now and then Zoe came across a door of a different color, but found nothing of interest behind them.

“Boring!” she declared around the sixth or tenth doorway.

It did not take long to deduce this was yet another business center connected to a cluster of personal work computers. Almost every door leads to a station full of spreadsheets, software projects, and personal email rarely breaking social rules enough to be interesting. It only got worse after a few hours when bank transactions, projections, and stock exchanges became the norm. Companies were just scum sucking leeches interested in profit. They had nothing worthwhile for Zoe to piss on, much less prank.

A sentiment she quickly changed upon rounding a corner. Red lights washed over her in pulsing flashes in a dense pile of warning signs. That got the renamon’s rabbit-like ears to perk. The initial lines of code seemed to identify this batch of data as some kind of secret project research.

It made Zoe wish she had been paying attention to what kind of company she had been breaking into. Oh well! A head tap flashed her visor back into existence, not wanting to come this far just to reject more hacking practice.

“Geez, for not wanting people in you guys are just sad,” Zoe grumbled to herself while her paw hands worked their magic. There were over a hundred security programs over this thing, but they were so rudimentary she wondered if they were developed back in the eighties or something. Even a human could punch their way through if they had a few days.

Zoe cleared out the last red tape in a few hours. It had been reduced to such a repetitive grind she had not realized when it finished right away. They had better be protecting something amazing, or everyone would come into work having to deal with a lot of bizarre furry fandom pictures to sort through.

It was not an amazing secret. Hell, Zoe’s tail thunked the cold floor as she barely registered it as cool. Toes angrily drummed their claws so hard that cracks formed in the pseudo-data.

There was nothing about 3D modeling projects that seemed to mandate such high security efforts. The doorway had led to what materialized as some kind of art gallery. Zoe paced around the various displays, growing from disappointed to annoyed. A lot of them were many glass boxes with full-sized models similar to her own digital body. Others were open windows that displayed samples of in progress works, skeletal layouts and jiggle bone functions. And some like the section she stopped to growl angrily at were just PNG’s of concepts not even large enough for an impressive resolution size.

“This sucks,” she spat while turning away. Her arm intentionally shot out to backhand a display over with a satisfying shatter. “I am so hacking everything in here to have pokemon heads on them. Maybe I can get their systems to play marching band things when they turn on too.”

SQUISH!!

“...the fuck?” Zoe observed the puddle of red ooze she had just stepped in with raised eyebrows. Damn stuff squished between her rounded toes, sending an unbearable chill through her tail. Attempts to step back were fought with a glue-like resistance, stubbornly keeping her paw attached to the muck by several long strands. Slit eyes followed its trail back to the pot she had knocked over, taking a moment to read over its warning labels. “Carmelita DLC? Experimental avatar project? What’s a Carmelita?”

Almost in response, the ooze gave off a soft gurgling noise that caused its slick surface to vibrate. Before Zoe could process this, it made a lunge at her foot, following the strands connecting them. She recoiled with a frantic flailing that did nothing to prevent her extremity from becoming engulfed. Cold seized up the muscles in her legs, sending her toppling into another shelf of jarred items.

“Holy hell!” Zoe exclaimed over the loud shattering around her. She fought through the icy feeling overwhelming her lower body to kick the afflicted foot rapidly. Still no luck. The entire mass of goop remained happily attached to the renamon’s paw.

In fact, it consumed more fur as it slinked up her shin.

“Argh!” Zoe growled when her visor began flashing red warning lights.

ALIEN UPLOAD IN PROGRESS!

FIREWALL CORRUPTION ERROR!

UNZIPPING DATA TO SUPPLEMENT PROGRAM OVERLAY!

“Wait, what?!”

In this specific case of digital terms ‘overlay’ was a simplified way of describing the data making up Zoe’s sleek renamon form. That made it understandably concerning rogue data was forcing itself upon her like this. Attempts to punch up security measures on her consul got the same errors. For some reason all her tools refused to consider this dog piling into her code as a virus attack.

Fear turned to anger when Zoe got an idea what kind of supplements this blob intended. Her paw foot had changed very little, maybe narrowing a bit, but the bright yellow fur of her leg became dyed the same copper red by the ooze traveling over it. Halfway up her thigh large amounts of data inflated it up into a plump drumstick disproportionate to her still normal leg.

“God damn pervert programmers,” Zoe grumbled, hands flying to her backside. The goop tickled her palms as it glided under them, filling out her rear like rising bread into a thick crimson bump. Hips popped considerably wider than her shoulders, giving the big rear more lift that forced its soft flesh to bulge between her three fingers. “The bouncing bimbo look is so NOT cool for elite hacker girls. Argh!”

More data continued to fill out her pelvis until she had a booty that could crush apps under its girth. Zoe immediately hated how the wider hips forced her stride to have a hard bouncing sashay. From there the program split. Some trickled down her other leg to close what little gap remained between thighs with rounded curves.

More goop grasped around the base of Zoe’s tail, making it considerably longer and thicker as the fur turned red on top, and a woody brown underneath. As if the excessive junk data jutting out behind her did not make things bottom heavy enough.

“Mmph!” More of the chestnut coloration overtook the white fur of Zoe’s stomach and chest while the yellow encompassing the rest of her became completely red. She was reluctant to accept the subtle rising of dense muscle bumps along her belly and sides felt insanely good. Even her arms thickened out with strong beef, drawing the forearm sleeves tight around them.

It was when her vision became blocked that Zoe began to worry again. From underneath her thick bush of chest fur rose out two pointed mounds coated in a much finer layer of fuzz. Like two islands breaching water, they only continued to push outwards, gaining an increasingly rounder shape as programmed gravity took hold of their heavy data.

“Hell no!” Zoe grasped the inflating breasts, finding their growth just as unstoppable as her butts. Plush mass rolled around her palms, gradually pushing them further away from the renamon’s ribcage. Their tight pressure soon forced her to relax, causing globs twice the size of her fists rolling out into a heavy hang. Most of her once beautiful crest fur remained forced between some deep cleavage, unable to hide such mammaries. “This just totally ruined my whole mantra. Real ninjas aren’t stealthy with udders flopping around!”

The fact that stealth was kind of decorative in a digital world was lost on a raging Zoe. She could still hate the fact her cool, agile body had become fattened out like some human porn model. Trying to find the process for uninstalling this kinky cosmetic will probably take her days of network searching. Why had she not taken liberties backing up her personal data on peoples cloud storage?

An itching around her scalp alerted the freshly thick copper digimon that her changes were not over. Her hand shot up to grasp a thick bundle of blue hairs undergoing a growth that took humans in the real world months to achieve. Several curses echoed across the network halls while she helplessly watched the bangs grow thicker and longer until she had a wild mane of blue hair tickling the top of her broadened backside.

“Now this is just stupid! Who ever heard of blue hair?”

Zoe tapped her paw foot, fuming for several more minutes. Ranting to herself in empty space would not help immediately, but it calmed her processing power a little. Considering some images she had seen people draw up on Twitter, this could have gone substantially worse. Now it just meant she would seriously scramble this whole network system before heading home to find clothes for her fat ass.

SQUILCH!

Or the system could still be in a mood to scramble Zoe some more. She barely got two steps towards the exit when something yanked her enlarged tail, using it to anchor her in place. A glance back over the shoulder found the jars she had knocked over had merged into an even larger pool of data, grasping her with a thick disembodied hand of rippling blue fluids. She could only give out a dejected sigh, shifting her gaze to the shelf they had been on. It only had one large label hanging off the top.

“Alpha Krystal projects; do not use, ever. Well, that’s promising.”

The room became filled with a noise akin to a vacuum cleaner running, complimented by the high squeal of Zoe’s alarmed cries. Blue liquid flowed in a spiral through the fluff of her tail, crashing into its base and vanishing between the vixens plump butt cheeks. It was like some kind of a reverse waterfall that overloaded any coherent thought the digimon’s coding had left. One that quickly had adverse effects on the renamon’s already altered figure.

A streak of light washed over the shifting fur of Zoe’s behind before it swelled another inch out behind her. She hopped in place, giggling at how that bounced it bigger and bigger still. Hips groaned in between sharp cracks that caused her digital skeleton to spread wider to accommodate the thick fatty deposits. More excess data leaked further down, billowing out her thighs until they forced her natural stance further apart. Even then there was still no gap between them.

Zoe bit her lower lip, unable to fight the rising arousal corrupting her code. She was like a balloon under a running faucet and could not help but love it. A feeling no better emphasised when her hands gently rested atop her tightening breasts. Much like her butt, the rapid gush of data junk flowing into her forced the mounds to surge in hard, rhythmic growths. Each time her bust thrusted forward into an increasingly firm shelf, adding a weight her bloated behind happily compensated for.

“Mmh, fuck!” she hissed, giving the fury pumpkins a hard squeeze. They were becoming a struggle just to grip. So much sloshing mass constantly flowed around her fingers. They might as well be plastic bags of milk. She eventually just settled on teasing her stretching areolas as the internal pressure made them puff out like tight rubber caps. By the time they finally stopped growing, most of her new abdominal muscles became hidden under a blanket of eccentric mammaries.

Despite being rendered more boob and butt than vixen, there was still plenty of blue goo eager to enter the vixens couch-sized derriere. Now the data flow seemed to shift into a more dedicated purpose, compiling digital frames that applied themselves onto the vixens heavy form before installing skins that made them tangible objects.

A bikini top and loin cloth were the first to form, with supportive sizes on Zoe’s prominent curves. Both had a gold and brown tribal decoration to them, complete with interlacing strands of beads. These were matched by the bracers, pauldrons, and shin guards that came next. As a final touch, her height raised slightly with the appearance of sandals under her paws, and a crown of decorative beads resting atop her thick hair.

“OOF! Ugh, what the heck hit me?” Zoe staggered forward several steps when the torrent of blue data stopped with a harsh smack against her rear. Twisting around revealed there was no longer a sign of any liquid ever being in the scattered glass containers. However, they left her tail wrapped in a pair of white bandages that helped contain its ample fluff.

If only the same could be said for the rest of her. Zoe alternated between pinching the fat of her lower and top body. Bright blue patterns had now become etched in her fur, forming rings on her biceps, ankles and wrists. Their significance or meaning were completely lost on her with all the junk data sloshing under the fur. Giant blue spirals had also formed on her hips, with triangles painted around their edges to make a star shape.

Another dejected sigh escaped Zoe’s tired muzzle, hefting up her medicine ball breasts and letting them fall. They bounced so many times with the audible sloshing of fluids that it almost hurt. Fairly sure the swelling part was over, at least, she spun on her new sandals, almost toppled over with all the loose fat bumping around, and stomped towards the exit. Forget hacking, she just wanted to get out of this sick network before any more data decided to destroy her good looks.

THWUMP!

“Um…” Shades of purple formed along Zoe’s face when her advance came to an abrupt stop. The open doorway that symbolized the networks connection to free internet space had suddenly become too small for a vixen of her massive data storage. While her boobs remained pliable enough to squish them around the narrow rectangle, it was clear through what little gaps she could see through that the expanded hips were made of firmer stuff. Much more than the frantic pushing of chubby paw feet and hands could dislodge.

Zoe slumped forward letting the doors pincer hold on her rump keep her from falling onto her own breasts. After a long period of silent fuming, she laughed a disjointed creepy way. “Oh hoooo. Soon as I figure a hack out of here, I will burn this place to the ground!”