Overloaded (Patreon Commission for kobuld)

Fiddling with the electronics on a Digivice was very rarely a good idea, made even worse when it was the Digimon who it belonged to doing the haphazard modifications. Somehow, the trio had become convinced that they could play around with the hardware without repercussions, even if they had no prior experience in engineering, their intentions were less than wholesome, and the only evidence they had that such a thing was even possible came from horror stories of others of their digital kind losing control over their physical form once they delved too deep into the circuitry. Regardless, the three friends were hard at work doing their best to deconstruct the devices, hoping to find some way to modify the way they handled data transfer. While they weren’t quite successful in that regard, they did end up learning a lot about what made them the way they were, so while the Guilmon and Wargreymon kept going down the same path in the hopes of uncovering some form of insight, the Veemon instead opted with a… novel approach, if one wanted to be generous with the adjectives.

He figured that, if they couldn’t directly control how much data the device transferred to and from the digital world when they were physically present in the human one, then trying to modify the rate itself would go nowhere; therefore, the best course of action would be to deliberately interrupt the process and force the device to reboot itself, thus giving him a small window of opportunity in which to act. He didn’t exactly know what he was looking to do in those short few seconds, but if there was one thing the small dragon was good at, it was improvising. Now, figuring out how to completely shut down the Digivice without endangering his own life or physical manifestation was the hard part, and many times he felt as if he was going nowhere fast; weeks passed without any new discoveries or improvement upon his design, to the point where the Veemon began wondering if his two friends wouldn’t accidentally stumble on a solution before he came up with something entirely new. The results of their own experiments were promising, but nothing more than temporary; the small dragon was looking for something a bit more permanent.

It all came to a head one day when, in a fat of impatient anger, he threw his Digivice against a wall, screaming in frustration as he did so; by then, the electronics had been stripped bare and were stretched out around the monitor, making it amazingly easy for the whole assembly to fall apart on impact, the Veemon freezing in place as he saw the whole thing break open in a shower of scrapped circuit boards and solder. He was fully expecting to vanish after being forcefully ejected back to the digital world… but yet he remained. Second after second went by and he wasn’t going anywhere, which could only mean one thing: opportunity. Acting on instinct, the small dragon rushed forward and collected as many of the broken pieces as possible, quickly bundling them together and dumping them on his work table. The monitor was turned off and the device itself was shut down, so now was the time to act.

He didn’t understand half the things he was doing, almost as if they were subconscious motions built into him that he just never realized he had; it was probably some part of his programming too, put there just in case something as drastic as that happened. New wires were put in place, circuitry repurposed and hastily attached, all while the data flow was as dead as a fish out of water. The Veemon, not knowing how much time he had, worked as hastily as he could, at times taking shortcuts he normally wouldn’t just to get things in place; and good thing he did too, because the damned thing turned back on by itself barely two minutes after he threw it at the wall, sparking so heavily that a bolt of electricity arced from it and hit the tiny dragon right in the chest, sending him flying across the room!

He landed on a bunch of stacked boxes, buried alive when they collapsed on top of him, but strangely enough didn’t feel any aches or pains; if anything, the Veemon had never felt that alive before, almost as if the sudden discharge had transferred all of its energy into him. He sprung back to his feet, sending cardboard flying in every direction when he burst out from beneath the mountain of boxes, letting loose a roar so loud that he heard the windows rattle in their frames. He had no clue where that had come from, so much so that it frightened him… at least until he took the liberty of looking down at himself.

His body was no longer there, or at least not in any recognizable form; whereas before he’d been a diminutive excuse for a draconic beast, now he was at least as tall as any other human out there, and significantly stronger as well! All he had to do was flex one of his arms and he could see his biceps bulging out, veins popping on its surface, a sight echoed and repeated throughout the rest of his physical form; it wasn’t just the arms, it was everything, all the way from his suddenly bulky neck to the powerful-looking pair of legs he now sported. What was even better was the effects the jolt of electricity had on his more private parts; they were usually hidden away by his scales most of the time, too small to really be noticeable, but not anymore. Now he proudly displayed a foot-long member and a pair of grapefruit-sized nuts underneath, swinging heavily whenever he took a step. He could only imagine what sort of electronic wizardry had led to that happening to him, but whatever it was, he fully intended to do it again.

He was rudely interrupted by the door to his workshop flying open, followed by his two friends tripping over one another trying to get inside. Their raised voices mixed together to create a cacophonous mess, the contents of which the Veemon was only vaguely aware of; he caught a few snippets of concern and even a couple of occasions where they asked him what had happened, but nothing that really mattered in the long run… not after what he had just done to himself. The not-so-small dragon no longer saw his friends as they were to the naked eye, but how their bodies were constructed at a much deeper, fundamental level: not flesh and blood, but data and information, coalesced into a physical form by way of their Digivices and a level of technology they couldn’t even begin to understand. And as beings of data, they could be as easily manipulated as a file in a computer; opened up and perused, copied over or, in what was perhaps the greatest revelation of his life, moved.

Those two would never get anywhere with their experiments. They were banging on a wall and celebrating any time they managed to make it wobble for a few seconds, hoping to get closer to smashing it down without realizing it was a mile thick and they were just imagining things. It was him who had discovered the true secrets behind data manipulation, and as such, there was no reason not to take advantage of it to the best of his ability. He pointed at the Guilmon with a single finger, and in the next instant his former friend was gone, the data that used to make up his body transferred over to the dragon’s, causing his previously-white belly to sport the same hazard symbol that used to adorn the now-gone lizard. The larger Digimon, who barely had enough time to even understand what had just happened, managed to take a couple of steps back before he too was effortlessly removed from his existence, the information that made up his being safely transferred to the Veemon, whose body began to sprout the same sort of biomechanical armour of the generous donator he had just absorbed into himself.

The whole process, from his two acquaintances bursting through the door and the now room-tall dragon running a finger over one of the hardened plates on his arm, took maybe ten seconds, if that much; the data transfer itself was done and over with in a single moment, the time it took for the Veemon to formulate the very thought itself. It was power, pure and simple, and it was as intoxicating as he could have ever expected it to be; how could he ever hope to stop himself now that he knew what it felt like, now that the proof of concept was realized and he could just… keep going, until there was nothing left for him to take?

First things first though: more data. With this newfound, innate knowledge on the nature of his own existence and that of his digital fellows, it was surprisingly easy to tap into his wrecked Digivice and demand that it start transferring increasing amounts of information directly into his body. Knowing as he did that such a state of being was inherently mutable and easily changeable, not at all like the more physical and permanent forms of the humans he coexisted with, getting the new data to do what he wanted it to do was a simple matter of perspective; with very little effort, he saw his biceps bulging out already, the muscle mass spreading outward from those two points and bulking out the rest of his body to a frankly absurd degree as the first step towards his eternal ascension into glory. It was almost anti-climactic how simple the transformation turned out to be; the Veemon genuinely expected it to come as a grandiose moment of insight, rather than a tiny lightbulb going off in the back of his head and awakening some form of instinctual knowledge on the nature of existence.

Not that he was going to complain about it. The workshop that used to be oversized and filled with hard-to-reach shelves was now looking incredibly tight and difficult to move in, with every careless swipe of his tail either knocking something off somewhere else or outright destroying whatever happened to be in its path. He could hear his muscles groaning as they struggled to deal with the sudden increase in mass, creaking with a low, metal-like rumbling that brought such a bright blush to his cheeks that they practically turned purple; this didn’t stop him in the slightest from continuing to abuse the data transfer, and in fact merely served to egg him on further, some primal switch flipping inside of his head and demanding that his carnal lust be sated even more.

The more he looked at everything around him, the more he realized that it, too, was merely a different kind of data. It might be contained in and encoded by subatomic particles of dubious stability that no one really understood all that well, but it was ultimately just a different manifestation of the same thing: information. Rearrange the constituent atoms in a wooden table and it might create something entirely different using the same materials and substances, a fact that held true for just about anything he looked at… and the longer he looked at anything, the less it looked like its true, physical self and more akin to a bundle of delicious, ready-to-consume, bite-sized bits he could invite into his body just as easily as he did the Guilmon and Wargreymon a couple of minutes before. It was a wonderful realization, though not nearly as wonderful as the sensation of his whole workshop being absorbed into his body after being “melted” down into its most basic form; the resulting infusion was enough to make him blank out from the impact, the pleasure of it all simply too much for his mind to handle properly without shutting itself down from the strain.

When he came to, he was no longer indoors; the data absorption had granted him such an enormous boost in size that he had crashed through the ceiling, across the second floor of the house and finally straight up from the rafters, showering the grass and pavement outside with rubble at about the same time as his body expanded in every other direction with enough force to completely flatten a good half of their house. He could only hope that whoever was in there had time to leave, because he wasn’t about to put his ascension on hold just for the sake of anyone who happened to be in the way; after all, there was so much debris lying around that it would be downright irresponsible on his part to leave it there, especially when he was the reason it existed to begin with! As such, a simple snap of his fingers and it was all gone, “invited” to add to his already bulging frame in order to make more of himself. Square cube law hit hard, and it was then that the Veemon understood that, if he truly wanted to become something akin to a Digi-God, he was going to have to work for it; mere houses weren’t going to cut it anymore.

Of course, just because they were nothing more than snacks didn’t mean the giant dragon couldn’t enjoy himself; they were snacks, after all, so on his way down the road and towards the city in the distance, he occasionally glanced from side to side in order to quite literally take in the sights. In one moment, there was a beautiful family home, maybe with a few people still in there wondering why there was a giant outside the window; in the next, it was gone, naught left behind but a hole in the ground and maybe some busted water pipes. Cars vanished underneath his feet, stamped flat and then duly absorbed into his being, while screaming and panicking were easily dealt with by turning the people responsible into the latest mass-data donors for his growth campaign. It was so easy and simple that it actually turned out to become boring after a short while. The whole reason the Veemon sought out this sort of thing was because his old life was monotonous; if it turned out that becoming a giant was just as dull, he was going to have to work extra hard in absorbing things in order to truly achieve godhood.

Still, best not worry about such things until he got to that bridge; in the meantime, he had plenty of suburbs to go through and gorge himself on, and if he couldn’t find any sort of challenge in it, at least he could appreciate the flavours and sensations that came along with asserting his dominance over reality like that. Who beside him could be said to have achieved such a perfect mastery of all that was? No one, that’s who! Thus, it was only reasonable that he take whatever he wanted to take, to make of it whatever he wanted to do, which in his particular case effectively amounted to adding everything he saw to his body and absorbing the best possible traits while gorging on the constituent information.

This would have drastic effects on the way he looked, mostly in the shape of his draconic self growing even more metallic and artificial than it already was; the Wargreymon had quite generously gifted his armor plating, but the more the Veemon took in the housing and pavement, cars, piping and whatever else he bothered to look at, the more his body was changed to fit with the modern, “urban jungle” aesthetic, even before he got to the metaphorical jungle in the first place. His skin grew harder and more resistant to impact, not unlike reinforced concrete, while the sinew and tendons holding his muscles together began to resemble the same kind of steel wiring used to keep suspension bridges up. He sprouted a head of hair, except the locks might as well be genuine power cables from how electrically charged and thick they were… which gave him an idea that he didn’t know whether to call genius or absolutely deranged.

By that point, he was tall enough to be able to look over the many power lines around him, so much so that he would often plow through them without even noticing. But what were those things if not conduits for electrical power? With his ability to absorb data and information in mass form, surely energy wouldn’t be that much of a stretch, and besides, it’s not like a tiny shock would do anything to him at that stage; with a chuckle and a maniacal glint in his eyes, the colossal draconic monster wrapped both of his hands around a bundle of high-voltage wires, snapping them clean off the towers in the process, and anchored his feet deep into the earth, hoping to ground himself and force the current to pass through him. Unsurprisingly, he barely got a half-second’s notice before he felt the first jolts hit him at full force, sparks flying everywhere from his semi-metallic form, falling in a bright, fiery shower onto the ground. Anyone looking from afar would see his body light up like a Christmas tree, but rather than toasted dragon, what came out the other end was something even greater than what had gone in initially.

Every crackle gave them pounds of muscle, every jolt made him taller and wider, each watt and ampere only adding to what was already a divine form, allowing it to ascend towards the heavens at an unprecedented rate. It soon became apparent that even the cables themselves wouldn’t be enough; within just a few short seconds, the Veemon had simply grown too big to hold onto them, the power lines now too thin compared to his hands to be handled by him without just snapping immediately. It was a disappointment, to say the least, but it did give him enough of a boost that he began to reconsider his options. After being handed such a bountiful gift, the dragon wondered whether or not focusing on the city in front of him was even worth the time; it was an ample source of mass to draw from, plus all the people would make for a wonderful addition to his burgeoning cerebral mass, thus building on his already insane potential. But it was just that: mass, a dull, monotonous block of concrete, steel, rebar and various types of glass that would be as tasty to him as boiled pasta in week-old tepid water. It was something he’d have to eat when he had nothing else left, but not exactly high on his list of priorities; no, that would be the very source of the energy he had just consumed.

Somewhere off in the distance, a nuclear power plant was hard at work using their fissile stockpile to generate heat in order to move turbines, blissfully unaware of the giant whose attention they had just attracted. It was an efficient way of using what they had in store without it going out of control, a true marvel of engineering that, being as in tune with reality as he was, the Veemon couldn’t help but nod at and appreciate like a work of fine art. But hidden away in their reactors, safely kept behind multiple redundant safety systems, was such an unimaginable amount of power that anything the plant itself could generate felt like nothing compared to its true potential; sure, unleashing it would normally lead to deaths all around thanks to radiation poisoning, but that was only because most people weren’t him. He alone could walk over to the site and consume every last ounce of uranium they had there, causing such a colossal meltdown that he could bathe in the resulting glow for hours, absorbing all of it and growing ever stronger and more powerful for it.

So he did just that.

No one working at the plant could’ve expected the “earthquake” to be the approaching steps of such a massive titan; their shocked expressions when they looked up to see the techno-organic monstrosity staring down at them with neon-bright eyes were enough to justify the sudden diversion, and the knowledge added by their absorption certainly made it worth the Veemon’s time. Dozens upon dozens of technicians and engineers, all transferred to his memory banks… which brought another idea to his mind. Inside that facility were miles of circuitry and thousands of computer components, making it the best possible source of spare parts for goodness knows how large a radius; therefore, the best use of his time there before triggering a meltdown was to reduce all of those electronics to their base components and then absorb them into his cranial cavity, reorganizing the information so that it mixed with his own brain and created something… new. Something better, a mesh of both biological processing power and technological prowess: a biomechanical supercomputer, running on maximum overdrive inside of his head, every second of its operation returning enough data that he could constantly iterate on its own design, kickstarting a self-improvement process that would, in no time at all, lead to a singularity forming within him.

It would’ve been a revolutionary paradigm shift, if the dragon wasn’t far more concerned with gorging himself on nuclear radiation. With the snap of a finger, the power plant was gone, its construction materials and surrounding ground added to the growing mass of armour around his oddly-misshapen body; all that remained was a roughly spherical ball of fissile materials, kept hovering in midair. It was so tiny, and yet it held so much power; it’d be a fitting metaphor for something, if the Veemon had half a mind to think about it and not just the amount of expansion he could get out of it. It almost felt like a waste of all that computational power he had just given himself, if not for how much it served to amplify the pleasure he was already feeling; as it turned out, being able to crack the secrets of the universe several times over by bruteforcing quantum calculations gave one the ability to understand sexual arousal at a much deeper level too, a welcome surprise if there ever was one.

By that point, the Veemon wasn’t just leaving craters behind whenever he put his feet down, but creating a long, smooth crater between both sets of footprints where his balls were dragging along the ground. The pair was so large that it was actually somewhat uncomfortable from how heavy they ended up being, though this sensation was quickly rewired to be pleasurable instead… so much that, in a fit of madness, the draconic beast gave himself an extra couple of cum factories, doubling his number and making it almost impossible to walk without waddling. With a cock bigger than he was and thick enough that he needed both arms to wrap around it and still have some meat left over, it was no surprise that it only took a couple of minutes before he had his back flat against the ground and most of his body being used to rub up against that colossus of a member. The ensuing flood of radioactive cum did wonders to the landscape, with the people that used to live in it saved from the disaster by virtue of turning into transistors in the growing supercomputer inside of his head; human resources had never tasted so delicious.

The Veemon basked in the glow of the sphere of uranium, bathing in it, taking all of it into his body without a care in the world. Soon enough he himself would be hazardous to mortal health, but that was hardly a problem when he could simply help people “ascend” to the same state he was in… or, to be more precise, offer them a premium spot somewhere inside of his increasingly mechanical body. Maybe they could serve as replacement parts for his heart, or even help to maintain the hydraulics slowly replacing his tendons, but most of them would probably just be thrown into the growing technological singularity inside of his skull; even the simplest of individuals had unique thoughts, thus making it imperative for the dragon to collect as many of them as he could, lest he be denied the collective knowledge of all humankind.

He was stuck in that rut for what felt like hours, writhing underneath the constant blast of radioactivity while fantasizing about what he’d do to everyone once he was done. Everything around him was covered in a thick layer of spunk, his body no longer showed any external signs of being organic, and the biomechanical computer he called a brain reached such a high level of density that it was a hair’s breadth away from initiating nuclear fusion, much in imitation of the Veemon’s heart, which had by that point been replaced with a miniaturized, hyper-potent reactor meant to keep the rest of him going for as long as he could dump hydrogen into it. The geography around his body was irrevocably altered as well; given the sheer size of him, it was impossible to avoid severe damage to the ground via his claws digging grooves, trenches and later on whole canyons simply by being pressed down, while the weight of his form in general began to crack the ground itself, bringing him ever closer to the mantle as the surface of the planet collapsed underneath him. Getting up was out of the picture entirely; putting all of his weight on two feet alone, even if they were rather large, would surely end up with him practically free-falling through the dirt and rock, and then he’d lose out on absorbing the whole planet’s population while he was busy drinking up the core!

Of course, there was no real need for him to be standing up at all; considering how large he got simply from the infusion of nuclear power, it was easy enough to start using his frame’s wideness to his advantage. With his head already barrelling through the city and his legs and feet being well underway a few miles in the other direction, all the Veemon had to do was expand his consciousness and start “inviting” others to join him. By the time he held out a hand to grab the pile of fissile material in order to chomp it down like a snack, everything in a good fifty mile radius of him was just… gone. No grass, no vegetation, no houses or cars or people; just a barren, brown wasteland where nothing, not even bacteria lived, with every consciousness subsumed into his own, and every ounce of usable material used to strengthen his body for what had to be the next logical step.

The rest of the country didn’t take too long, even if the square cube law was starting to rear its ugly head again; not on him, obviously, but on the Earth itself. True earthquakes were set off merely by him shifting his position in any way, with the ground underneath him having sunk so low that his back was now perpetually warmed by the heat of the mantle beneath the crust; this made for a wonderful source of geothermal energy, which was easy enough to exploit once he turned his back into a series of power plants just for that purpose. As soon as the draconic god felt the oceans on either extreme of his body, then it was only a matter of time before they were all drained and filtered out, with most of the heavier elements being added to his suit of armour while all the hydrogen was stored away to be used in powering his internal furnace. All the while, the world’s population was split between panic and resigned acceptance of their fate, with whole countries being swallowed up at a time after being given a glimpse at what their future held; within the confines of the Veemon’s head, in a supercomputer that only grew bigger and denser by the moment, fusion reactions had begun to take place, helping to keep that organ self-sustaining while deepening its owner’s understanding of reality at its most basic level. It effectively ran itself, feeding the conscious mind of the dragon just enough information that he knew what to do next to maximize his enjoyment.

Hedonism was the name of the game, and would be the name of it for the foreseeable future. All that the Veemon cared about was consuming, absorbing everything around him until there was nothing but a quantum void, and even then he wouldn’t stop. The dragon god barely realized when his tail pierced through the solid core at the center of the planet, being too busy servicing a pair of cocks he made for himself that had become so utterly gigantic as to dwarf even his enormous body; like some kind of deranged straw, that one appendage of his slurped up the metallic ball and added it to his body, by that point little more than a formality. The planet was already his, and cracking it in half would only make it easier to digest.

A mere hour after he had consumed the first nuclear power plant, the Veemon was floating freely in space, where the Earth used to be. All of its information, all the data that once composed it, was… well, not gone, but not there anymore, instead repurposed to serve a better role: that being to help him ascend even further. Now bathed in sunlight, it was only a matter of time before he grew large enough to threaten Mars and Venus, and from there the gas giants, before ultimately setting his eyes on the sun, the ultimate source of power in the vicinity. And once that was done?

Well, there was no one there to stop him.

So why stop ever?