title: Digi-Shrink aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [ArtisticFox] id: [7786121] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 5:02:21 下午

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Digi-Shrink

Author: ArtisticFox Source: Digi-Shrink

“So are you coming after school?”

A young, yellow vixen stepped towards the male leaning against a wall between two doors. He leaned there, looking at the ground, only looking up when the vixen came to a stop in front of him. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” The vixen gave tilted her head slightly and grinned at him. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned in, her face right in front of his. “I said, are you coming after school? You know, to the hike?” The Flamedramon got off from the wall and wrapped his arms around the Renamon. “Oh I’ll be there.” Renamon smiled and pushed herself free from his embrace. “We’ll see you there, but right now, I’ve got to get changed for Gym class.” Flamedramon looked down at her; she was only about a head’s height shorter than him. “Maybe I should help you there?” Renamon giggle and walked to the door to his left, pushing it open half way. “Sure, if you can get in here without being noticed.” She giggled one last time before walking into the Girl’s locker room.

It wasn’t possible. Getting in the Girl’s locker room while they were changing into their Gym class uniform was impossible. Just opening the door would leave them open to screams. Names like ‘Creeper’ and ‘Pervert’ would be undoubtedly shouted by each and every girl. However, Flamedramon had a plan for this. He was yet to see Renamon naked, something he desired for many a nights. He always blocked from view by a single wall, whether it be at her house as he waited out in front of her room as she changed or whether it be here at the locker rooms. They had actually been dating for a few months already, but she wanted to wait til the day they actually made love before he saw her naked. Problem was she didn’t find herself ready yet or any time soon for that matter. Flamedramon was patient enough to wait for her, he wasn’t a Digimon that would just move onto someone more flexible, but his male urges just to see her naked body was something he couldn’t control.

Flamedramon pulled a card out from his pocket. He held the card close to him as it started to glow. Within moments, his entire form glowed to a blinding white light too. The glow faded and Flamedramon returned the card to his pocket. Had anyone have been watching him, they would have noticed his glowing form shrink to such a small, insignificant size before it disappeared. The now, tiny Flamedramon ran towards the Girl’s locker room. He was small, but not small enough to crawl under the door. He pushed on the door, however, as he dwindled in size, so did his strength. ‘Should have planned this out more.’ He thought as he leaned against the door, thinking of another way in. Suddenly, the door swung back from behind him. He fell back onto his back, forced to look up at the titanic Renamon that stood high above him. That view of her was soon replaced with the sole of her paw as she lifted it above him. Fear gripped him, his plans to sneak in on her changing quickly changed into his own demise under her paw. He kicked off the ground and managed to roll backward, falling back onto his back, the paw coming down mere inches in his eyes from his feet.

“Oh! By the w…” Renamon’s voice trailed off as she poked her head out of the room to talk to Flamedramon, but found him gone already. It was something she didn’t expect. Normally, he’d wait out front for her and give her a hug and small peck on the cheek before she went off to class. It was just him being a sweet guy but apparently something happened today that kept him from her. “Oh…” Renamon retreated back into the locker room, looking a little disappointed. The door came sliding back to a close but Flamedramon lay in its path. Noticing the door coming towards him, he jumped to his feet and ran into the locker room, leaping out from the path of the door as it passed by him, near missing him by a tiny gap. Panting for air, he got to his feet and looked up, quickly loosing his breath at all the naked Digimon that littered the locker room. Hugging the walls as he moved around the locker room, to avoid being stepped on, he sneaked peaks at the various females that stood either naked or half changed. His arousal grew, but they were not why he was here in the first place. Just a little bit away from him was who he was after.

Renamon stood between a locker and a bench, pulling her gym clothes from the locker. Her friend, a short but cute looking Gatomon sat on the bench, naked and carefree as she spoke to Renamon. “I’m going to enjoy this hike. Just you, me and that cute boyfriend of yours. Have you guys had se…?” “Quiet!” Renamon shouted at her, looking around at a few glares from the other females. “I don’t want to talk about it here.” Gatomon grinned “Maybe on the hike then?” Renamon frowned. She didn’t want to talk about her private life with anyone, not even her best friend. “Would you put some clothes on? We gotta get ready in two minutes.” Gatomon shrugged and swung her legs back and forth over the edge of the bench. “Maybe but I’m not in any hurry.” Flamedramon looked up at Renamon, but she was still clothed in her regular clothes. Her Gym uniform was sprawled out on the bench, next to Gatomon. He looked both ways, making sure no one was watching or coming his way and darted across from the wall to the bench. He reached the pole that held it up and immediately began climbing.

The pole that held the bench up was slightly rusted, making a makeshift ladder to help him climb up. Reaching the top, he squeeze himself between the small wooden beams that made up the bench, each was separated by a gap of the same size as each piece of wood. Pulling himself up, he noticed Renamon’s uniform in front of him. Running towards it, he was caught off guard as a white object came flying down from in front of him, batting him back off his feet. Lying on his back, he looked around to find the white object that abused him. It was Gatomon’s tail and it flicked wildly. Getting up, he made another dash for the uniform. The tail came back down towards him, but he was ready this time. He leapt, leaping over the tail with ease and continued his dash. The tail turned back and came for him again. Coming from behind, he didn’t expect it let alone notice it as it came into contact with his back.

The force from her tail sent him flying forward, the momentum carrying him over her uniform. Articles of clothing flew under him in mere seconds, leaving only one item left ahead of him. Two bowels rested next to each other and he was heading straight towards one of them. Flamedramon hit the side of the bowel and bounced back, skidding down the side to the very middle. Bruised and a little battered, he got back to his feet and looked around. The ground was a light shade of blue and had an odd odour being emitted from it. The ground shook as the roof above him moved around as the surface he stood upon was moved. Flamedramon came to an abrupt stop, looking up; he saw the face of Gatomon, her bare breasts dangling over him. “Maybe I should put on your bra then?” Gatomon jokingly asked Renamon as Renamon swiped her bra back. “You got your own uniform, maybe you should wear that.” Gatomon giggled as she got up and opened her locker which was right next to Renamon’s. Renamon smiled at how her friend always seemed to cheer her up with her jokes as she placed her bra over her breasts and tightened the straps around her back.

Flamdramon’s view of Gatomon and her breasts were removed from sight as quickly as they came in. His view was now turned towards Renamon and her breasts as she spoke to Gatomon. This was the most he had seen of Renamon naked and was already lost in a trance. Almost instantly, his entire view was replaced with the enormous breast of Renamon. His body was pressed into its soft and supple fur as the bra he was in was tightened to a comfortable pressure for Renamon. Flamedramon snapped out of his trace and immediately panicked. He pushed and kicked to the best of his abilities to try and relieve some of the pressure that was being dawned on him. As hard as he pushed, her breast was just too tough for him. That didn’t prevent him from giving up as he doubled his efforts. Renamon looked down at her breasts as she felt something against her breast. She couldn’t see the object as her breasts themselves blocked her view. “Gatomon? Can you come here and look at my breasts?” Gatomon giggled and strolled towards her. “I thought you’d never ask.” Renamon frown “Funny… I just want you to look at under my breasts because I think there’s something in my bra and I can’t see.” Gatomon walked right up to Renamon. Her head was level with the bottom of Renamon’s breasts. She looked up and noticed a tiny bulge in her bra. “There is something there, but I think I can…” Gatomon prodded the bulge and managed to push it. She kept pushing it to the chasm between Renamon’s breasts. It was right at the edge, next to the small strap that held the two cups together when the Gym teacher knocked on the Girl’s locker room door. “Come on girls, I don’t have all day.” All the girls, including Gatomon turned to the door as the teacher made their announcement. When Gatomon turned back to the lump, it was gone.

Flamedramon was trapped between a thin fabric and the squishy fur of Renamon’s breast. He struggled and squirmed and eventually heard the muffled voices of Renamon and Gatomon. Suddenly, there was an increase of pressure on his miniscule body. It came from behind and pushed at him, moving him across the furred breast. Slowly and steadily, he was scraped across the fur towards an unknown direction. He was pushed on for several more seconds, occasionally feeling the stab of a claw in his back. Eventually, the prodding came to a stop and he found the end of his prison. Ahead of him was the escape from the bra that held him captive for the past minute or two. With the prodding ended, he grabbed at tufts of fur and pulled himself forward, breaking his head out into the open. Next to him was the strap that held the cups together and on Renamon, beyond that was Gatomon, staring off towards the door. Refusing to retreat to the confines of the bra again, Flamedramon pulled himself free of the bra and clung to the back of the strap between the cups.

“What was it?” Renamon enquired with a slightly tilted head. “I don’t know, I didn’t actually see it. It must have fallen out while I was turned.” Gatomon scanned the floor for whatever had stowed away in Renamon’s bra. Renamon tugged at her tail. “Forget it, let’s just go to class.” She placed her gym top over her chest as all the females walked out of the locker room in a single line. Flamedramon was shaken between her breasts, threatening to shake him loose and drop him to the long fall to the ground. Time seemed to slow down and punish Flamedramon. Gym would normally only go for 40 minutes, but to him, it felt like four hours. The teacher started the girls off with a little run. In a large group, they all dashed around the track. Renamon and Gatomon kept at the same pace in order to chat while running. Flamedramon was continuously thrown from one breast to the other, occasionally, they would come together and compress on him, threatening to pop him like a grape. As much as it felt like it, he was sure her breasts were soft enough to prevent them from actually crushing him, but it was still pretty painful. Next came Sit ups. As Gatomon lay back on the mat, Renamon held her feet paws down as Gatomon placed her paws behind her head and began lifting her upper body up and down. Flamedramon hung from the strap. Renamon’s position threatened him to drop him on the inside of her top and give him a one way slide to the ground between her legs. He was sure that the height between the ground and the top was enough to hurt him, let alone take him away from the safety of the only one he truly trusted. Eventually, Gatomon reached her limit and Renamon helped her to her feet. Renamon then took the same position on the mat as Gatomon held her feet paws down as Renamon held her paws behind her own head. Renamon pulled herself up, successfully completing her first Sit up. That change in the angle she occupied, threw Flamedramon off balance. He tumbled further between her breasts and each time she rose up from the ground, they would gently compress on his tiny body. It wasn’t so tight on him, but taking into account of everything that was happening is such a short time, he couldn’t take it anymore and feinted.

Flamedramon’s eyes fluttered open to the breeze of fresh air. He woke to find himself, nestled between two yellow furred hills. He was still between Renamon’s breasts! Enough was enough; he needed to get himself free. Maybe if he could wriggle himself… Flamedramon pulled himself out from between her breasts a little too quickly and flipped forward, tumbling over the edge. He tried to scream, but he was stricken with too much fear to make any sounds come out. He was expecting to splat on the ground below, expecting his back to smash it and crack him in several places at once. His back quickly hit something, but it couldn’t have been the ground. He fell onto it too quickly for it to be the ground. At his size, he should have been falling for quite a while longer. The ground felt warm and… wet. He sat up and lifted his hand to his face, it was drenched in a red and yellow liquid, both mixing together and creating an orange blend between them. He lifted himself up and looked ahead. In front of him was a red road which lay covered in the red and yellow liquidly substance. The road lead nowhere in particular, it ended to a large drop to the floor. The ground shook as the world around him spun, blurring it to his vision. It soon stopped and Flamedramon found himself staring into the maw of Renamon. The road’s end was thrust into her maw as her teeth came down on it, tearing off the end as she thoroughly chewed it. Flamedramon panicked and turned around. Behind him, he could easily see Gatomon, munching on a hotdog she held in her paws. Other students each had hotdogs in their hands as it dawned on him that it was lunch time, today being a hotdog special for lunch. He turned back to Renamon to find most of the hotdog gone already. He was left standing in the puddles of condiments that flavoured the piece of meat. Right at the end, he was brought closer towards Renamon’s maw, drool dripping from the roof of her mouth, anticipating another tasty bite of her delicious meal. Her maw encapsulated Flamedramon, saliva dripping on his head. He turned to run but slipped on the sauces, causing him to land face first in them. Renamon’s teeth came down, tearing into the hotdog as he pulled it and Flamedramon away from the outside world.

Darkness overtook Flamedramon as he was submerged in the depth of Renamon’s maw. Her teeth clamped down around him, preventing escape as her tongue, slithered around him and her food. The large muscle slapped Flamedramon, throwing him into the back of her teeth. Without another moment to waste, her teeth pulled apart from each other and came back together as she chewed her food thoroughly. Leaning his back against the back of her teeth, he saw the actual meat of the hotdog; slip out from the confines of the bun, the saliva washing off the condiments that covered it. It was hoisted up from the aid of the tongue and flung onto a row of molars. It remained there, stuck in the indents of her teeth as her jaw came back up. The meat was crushed in between her teeth, small pieces exploding from its sudden pressure. The teeth chewed it thoroughly, grinding it to a fine paste. Renamon’s tongue suddenly darted forward, scooping up between Flamedramon’s legs and lifting him up onto her molar which lay clogged with hotdog mush. Knowing all to well what was to come, Flamedramon spun on his back and kicked off from the inside of her cheek, pushing himself off her tooth and back onto her tongue. Her teeth came together with a ‘Clack!’ barely missing taking off his feet. He splattered in a pool of saliva that puddle on her tongue, thoroughly soaking him up.

Around him was the surrounding walls of Renamon’s maw, saliva dripped from the roof, the walls leaked it and food was now a wet slush that piled up in several different places. A low growl emitted from the abyss at the back of her mouth. The throat that lead to her stomach opened up, its gaping hole, ready to suck down its prey. The tongue rose and let the contents that lay upon it slide down. Flamedramon clung to the tongue as best he could, but the wave after wave of mush that hit him quickly forced him to lose his grip. One last clump of food fell, splattering over his face, pushing him back that little bit too much, forcing him to lose his hold on the tongue as he free-felled towards her throat. Flamedramon fell into the throat which reacted by flexing, opening up even wider and pulling him completely inside it. The muscle now gripped his entire body, squeezing him and slowly pulsating, pushing him downwards. His saliva coated body made it even easier for him to be pulled along, quickly reached a closed sphincter that held him in her oesophagus for a little longer. The sphincter pulsed and opened wide, pulling his feet, legs, body and soon, head down through it. He fell a short fall into a pool of mush and yellowish liquid. He was in Renamon’s stomach.

The stomach rumbled and growled, awaiting its time to begin digesting its meal. The walls churned and bounced, throwing food mush and liquids all over Flamedramon. He began to panic. He only wanted to see Renamon in the flesh, now he was going to see Renamon in the flesh. Pounding on the slimy interior of her stomach, Flamedramon tried to gain Renamon’s attention as quickly as he could, afraid her stomach acids might digest him first. As hard as he tried, his tiny fists and diminished strength wasn’t making a sense of a sensation to Renamon. Every pound was forced back by the tough stomach that encapsulated him. He needed to get bigger, maybe then his strength would increase and he could make her feel him. Reaching back into his pocket, he retrieved the card that made him small in the first place. Holding it up, it glowed again and once again, his entire form became a shining light. Mere moments later, the glow faded and Flamedramon inspected himself. “I shrunk more!” Shouting his misfortune for everyone to hear, had he not been a tiny spec, trapped in the belly of a young female.

The stomach that surrounding him was now several times larger than it had been. The sphincter that spat him out into this hell pulsated above him now at around 500 feet above him. At least when he did shrink more, he had shrunk on a little island of food mush that was yet to be dissolved by the increasingly growing pool of digestive acids. What could he do now? If he tried the card once more, it would more or less shrink him even more. All that was left was to wait to be dissolved into Renamon’s body. Almost as if acting on cue, the pool he floated in began to swirl into a sort of whirlpool. Had he not become even smaller than small, he probable wouldn’t even have noticed. Another sphincter below the surface of acids had opened up, taking in the dissolved nutrients into her intestines. The flow of acids dragged the island of mush and Flamedramon down into the beginning of Renamon’s small intestines. As tight as the intestines should have been, his new size made it a simple waterslide within a still very large tunnel. The rush of liquids and mush had intoxicated Flamedramon, causing severe dizziness that he could not overcome. As quickly as he had entered the intestines, he quickly passed out.

Flamedramon awoke some time later, expecting to be dead or at the very least, trapped in the confines of a more, smelly, place. Regardless of where he wasn’t, his new location had a very off but familiar smell. Taking in his surround, he found himself floating in a very large lake, surrounded by the walls of an unknown organ. ‘Am I still in the stomach?’ He thought quietly to himself as liquids dripped from the walls. No, he couldn’t have been. The smell is nothing like the stomach smelt, and he saw himself begin to enter the intestines, he couldn’t have been thrown back into her stomach. Flamedramon dipped his hands into the liquid and cupped them; bringing it up to his face and sniffed at it. He had undoubtedly smelt this smell before, but couldn’t put his finger on it. It was a yellowish liquid but he couldn’t remember where he… It suddenly hit him. He let go of the liquid in his hands and panicked as he floated where he wish he wasn’t it. There was a slight pull on his leg. He looked down but the liquid was just a little too thick for him to see through. A current picked up within the liquid as his minuscule form began to move in a large circle around the organ. It might have been because he was so tiny, or it could have been because he was dragged eventually into the middle of the forming whirlpool, he sudden was pulled under the surface, spiralling down a long tunnel.

The liquid dragged him through the thinning tunnel, pulling him on an endless journey through the anatomy of Renamon’s organs. The liquid was quickly becoming warm, either due to the travel or he just had yet to notice, it was almost burning. His straight line of travel turning into a quick and massive dip as he shot out of the tunnel. Flamedramon plummeted, falling from a great distance, although unable to actually see as his eyes were closed still from the sting of the liquid. He splashed into a warm lake, flailing and scared; he swam back up and broke the surface. Rubbing his eyes, he was soon able to open them and see. In front of him was a waterfall of yellow liquid, splashing into the giant lake he floated in. Lifting his gaze to the source of the waterfall, he looked up towards the now, indescribably titanic Renamon. She stood above him, legs spread and a hand over her crotch as two fingers held her lips open. From there, a stream of hot urine was being ejected from, right onto Flamedramon. Flamedramon coughed and felt sick to his stomach with the amount of urine he had accidently swallowed along his travels. The stream soon came to a drip when Renamon finished relieving herself. She reached down and grabbed her panties, pulling them back up to her waist, coming back down for her shorts. As she pulled her shorts back up, she stood, wriggling her waist to get the shorts into a comfy positions. As soon as she was ready, she turned back and sprinted off. “Wait!” Flamedramon yelled as he swam for the edge of the urine lake. He got out onto solid ground and looked around. He was in a forest like area; it was kind of hard to tell from his size.

“It’s a shame your boyfriend never showed up.” That voice, it was one he knew all too well. He turn and could see, behind a bush was Gatomon and Renamon. Both of them stood there, chatting and drinking water from water bottles. Renamon just shrugged at Gatomon’s comment. “Eh. His loss. I was even considering going all the way with him tonight but if he wants to make promises he won’t keep…” She shrugged again. Gatomon giggled and put her bottle away. “Ready to continue hiking?” Renamon nodded and put her own bottle away. Flamedramon tried to run towards them but as they took they’re first step, the distance between him and them had doubled instantly. He would never be able to catch them at this size. They quickly disappeared from sight, leaving him alone in the middle of a forest. He looked around, bushes rustled from creatures or bugs that hid amongst them. The smell from the urine was still strong and he had a lot of ground to cover to get home. Feeling no need to run as it would just tire him quickly, Flamedramon took off as he hiked his way back home.