Digimon are such amazing creatures. Created from humanity and yet still their own existence. They can grow, adapt and change overtime, just like humans or any living creature for that matter. Hopes and dreams, personalities and the like.

 But that’s where the connection between the two really stops. 

Unlike humans, they don’t have any physical reason to have certain reproduction equipment that all flesh and blood creatures have. But that doesn’t mean it's not impossible, especially with the right programs and the poor sap willing to try them out. 

This is the story of an innocent Digimon’s fall and the wondrous bliss that he experiences the entire way down…

Bliss.EXE - Execute

In a secluded part of some no name city, there is a single Digimon hiding away in the shadows of night. His lonely voice echoed through the old abandoned shack he made for the time being. Surrounded by a small forest, no one but the brave and bold would dare approach it. Even in his current state, the Digimon was sure no one would come to bother him. 

He was safe.

Or at least every other Digimon was safe from him, given his current condition.

The sounds of crickets and other nighttime creatures were little distractions. Not even the otherwise pleasant buzzing of the overhead power lines or the passing of street cars did little to calm down the distressed Digimon inside. The only sounds that mattered were the ones that came from his own body at the moment.

Inside the abandoned shack, there was a series of sounds that never seemed to stop. Deep, breathy pants, the sound of something wet being hit over and over. Finally between the groans and moans, there would be a thick splash on the cold floor. 

The owner of these sounds being the champion level Digimon, Gargomon! A champion praised for its accuracy, power and ability to lay down destruction with its signature vulcans on any poor enemy in its sights.

The fearsome hunter mon’ is currently sitting on the ground, gauntlets replaced by big green clawed hands that carried its normal colors. The digits wrapped around the new appendage that stuck out from between its legs. The single pair of blue shorts it normally wore long since were thrown aside, giving full access to the champions new toy.

	“Ahhh…!” He moaned as he played with his bulbous head. He rubbed it down with one hand while the other teased the base of his cock, pumping it. Every downward stroke caused the heavy balls underneath to jiggle and twitch as they prepared another load to go off at any given moment. The champion played with himself, alternating speeds, actions and movements for any new sensation that tingles his code by every individual 1 and 0. 

Gargomon  looked at the large member in his new hands. It was the same shade as the rest of his fur, a darkened cream with the tip being a lighter shade of green. It felt heavy, and even with his new bigger hands, he was having a hard time grasping the full size of his new cock. His focused and playful attitude was gone, replaced with a simple desire to get his rocks off as many times as possible.

	“It won’t stop! Oh man…!” Sweat seemed to roll off of his body as he continued to stroke himself, feeling the next sensation coming along. He let go of himself, planted the palms of his hands on the ground and began thrusting into the air. His strong hips gave his needy cock all the momentum he wanted as he fucked the air. The heavyweight of his meat provided the physical momentum he needed, pulling back on the skin hard and fast with the rhythm of his hips. Just for the extra sensations alone, he began dropping himself down to the floor every time, feeling his new heavy sack slap the cold smooth wooden floor. 
“AHHHHHHHHH!” With an ear screeching scream, Gargomon plasted his surroundings in a hot flash of the new sticky cream that came out of him. It was pure white like snow, but came out like long streams. Every shot had the champion drooling in euphoria as he felt his balls empty the massive load locked inside them. When it was finally over, the champion looked around to observe the weight of his actions.

The floor was a mess. The newest load joined the many before it on the ground. The pool that his still fat balls rested on, feeling the warmth of the spilt seed soak into the fur that covered them. His blue shorts were long since ruined, coated in the still hot spunk of past orgasms. Gargomon panted as he felt the rush died down, finally rid of his excitement. He slumped back, cooling himself down by flapping his giant green ears

… Or so he wished. 

	“No no no! Not again!” He whined. The otherwise powerful and mighty mon’ watched as his cock came back to life. Veins crawling along the side, balls plumping up and the head turned a darker shade of green. “This is the seventh time!! Come on!” Desperation filled his voice as he looked down at the pulsating monster between his legs. 

He remembered when this all started. A simple Impmon came up to him, offering him something to get on his good side. Said it was something that “any champion should try”. Gargomon regretted ever listening to him. 

It was a mysterious program called “Bliss.EXE”. 

Gargomon’s confidence in himself was to great. He thought whatever the program could be, his code would be strong enough to handle it. He’s a champion after all. What could one program do? It couldn’t harm him, right?

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The day he used that program on himself, his whole body felt different. Feelings and emotions he wasn’t used to began to spring up. Whenever he’d see a fellow Digimon that captured his attention, he’d begin to fantasize about them in ways that didn’t make sense to him. It all came to a head just a few short hours ago. 

Traveling the human world, he suddenly felt a massive excess of Data travel around his form. Finding some place to hide, Gargomon felt something begin to grow from his clothing. Following the discovery of the new appendage, his gatling gauntlets fell off, exposing two new clawed hands with new purposes. His breathing became labored, his thoughts grew fuzzier and it wasn’t until he grasped his new cock did it finally hit him. 

A wave of euphoria washed over him from just gripping the thick pole that grew from his body. Without thinking, he pulled up, causing the feeling to grow in intensity. His toes curled up, clawing and ripping through the hardwood like butter with his nails. Curiosity and desire wouldn’t leave him alone and he ended up pulling his cock back, unleashing the first of many climaxes onto the poor floor below. The sounds it made, the rush of intensity that washed over him was something he couldn’t begin to describe. Unlike with his normal digi body, it was something so new, even his code was having a hard time keeping up, in more ways than one.

And that’s how he ended up the way he has now. 

Little did he know, the virus installed in him was using too much of his Data. Processing all the physical sensations, emotions and new appendages was too much, even for a champion like himself. The program locked itself onto Gargomon’s new desires, forcing him to act on his new need to release his pent up and rapidly building seed. 

	“NO!” He yelled into the night sky. Gargomon pulled his hands away, still looking at the bursting cock with an intense gaze. “I WON'T LET THIS BEAT ME! I’M A CHAMPION!” He told himself. Every breath was harder to take but he did his best to try and steady it. The Digimon looked at the night sky, laughing to himself as he thought he beat the virus that tormented him for the past few hours. 

But he knew he was lying to himself.

In truth, the desire to play with his cock was so overwhelming it was like the feeling of becoming a champion level Digimon for the first time. 

Again and again and again and again and again…

Every stroke of his mass, every thick blast of the cum that flew out of the tip. The surge of his heavy balls just before release. It was comparable to digivolving but so much more satisfying that he relished in it. But he had his pride!! He dared not let himself be overtaken by something as simple as a virus trying to corpuate his code. He sat there in the dark, sitting in the still hot puddle of sticky white stuff that felt like it never ended. 

Minutes passed.

… And every second was like a living hell for Gargomon.

It was like an addiction. The first time was amazing but it wasn't just that. Every time felt just as intense and even more powerful than the last. Just looking at it was enough to make him give in.

It stood tall and proud. Pulsating and emanating a sense of power that was so different to anything else. Even being a high level Digimon felt like something second rate by comparison. Even the huge orbs sitting under felt amazing. The slime that came out of them drenched his already sweat drenched fur, leaving him feeling disgusting but in a pleasing way. His own cream coated his cock and balls tip to the fuzzy end of his fur. The tip shinned as a pre cum spilled over, like magma from a volcano. The data needed to produce such parts kept growing and with it, the desire to act on these new feelings.

It taunted him. 

It trembled before him, egging him on to touch it. To feel that wonderful feeling again, something no Digimon should ever be able to feel. Allow the virus to destroy him with an eternal bliss of orgasms as powerful and tempting as reaching new heights of strength. 

Gargomon’s eyes fluttered, brushing the tender meat ever so gently with the cold air.

And just like that, he started again.

Using both hands, Gargomon proudly grasped his cock. The champion laughed as he happily beat his meat, letting his desires out onto the wild. 

	“OH GOD YES!” He cried. To him, he wasn’t giving up. It was simply getting the thing he wanted. “You like that, don’t you-you dirty thing?! Take this AND THIS AND THIS!” He taunted his own cock. Every pull, every push, it was like magic. That same satisfaction washed over him time and time again. Every pulsation, every drop of jizz that spewed out of the now dark green helmet was the sensation he wasn’t sure could exist. Gargomon bucked his hips, fucking his own hand as shots of cum continued to come out, hitting his face, body, walls: anything that was in the way. “I haven’t forgotten about you, you nasty balls!” He laughed.

Taking one hand of his shaft, he grasped his coconut sized balls, cupping and squeezing one, alternating between them. They felt so full of that amazing cream, even after so much covered the shack and his body. He gave them a few more hits, feeling them jiggle and tremble from the abuse. Every small hit just caused more of his spunk to fly out and the orgasm to be more intense. Squeeze them cut the flow off for a few seconds and releasing them just let out a torrent that never seemed to end.

	“Oh f-acahhh…!” The once proud Gargomon, reduced to a cock obsessed monster. All his attention was on his new meat. It was all that was on his mind. It was all he wanted.

The inflated cock was big enough for him to easily bring it up to his mouth. Wrapping his small lips on his head, he began deepthroating himself. An intense smell and flavor coated his mouth the moments his tongue made contact. It twitched and thumbed violently inside, feeding Gargomon his own freshly made cum. He slid down to the ground, now on his back. He raised his hips up and forcibly took as much of the length into his throat and beyond. The powerful muscles of his hips raising and lowering, hitting himself with his own massive balls over and over. 

Sweat, cum and musk drowned his face, while his throat became lathered with the hot residue of his curved cock. Pulling it away, he was hit with a splash of cum, not caring as he only continued to eagerly lick, stroke and play with the sensitive appendage. 

He huffed in the intoxicating aroma that came off of it like a flower. It reeked like a Numemon and felt as slimy as one with the sticky white texture that covered it. Every visual idea of that alone in Gagomon’s current state didn’t stop him at all. It only made him want to keep going.

He didn’t even notice his code began to disintegrate. The absurd amount of data used to produce his privates and the excessive amount of cum was taking its toll on him. The new sensations that invaded his mind played another massive part to his impending euphoric doom. 

His color began to fade, his design started to lose its luster and markings. The only colorful part of him that remained was his still throbbing cock. Cum sputtered as the milk white sauce coated a majority of the floor at this point. Gargomon’s face is twisted in pleasure as he continued to beat off, feeling the end quickly approaching. 

His heavy balls slapped the white puddle below him furiously, splashing the gunk all over himself. He huffed and panted as his digi seed continued to pump out of his monster cock. Every pump of code that flowed through his cock was another piece of himself being evaporated into the winds. All the while he enjoyed the feeling of his abused sack being emptied. 

	“HERE… IT… COMES!!” His final announcement came with it the end of his sexual journey.

Gargomon clenched his eyes shut as the strongest surge of cum finalled came blasting out of his member. The force behind it was enough to hit the ceiling multiple times. Gargomon didn’t care how many times it hit. Just every mind breaking flash of hot gunk emptying his swollen nuts for the final time. The voice that came out of his was a howl better fit for a wolf like Digimon. His stiff cock finally felt as if it was beginning to go down and relax. 

In reality, it was his worn and eroded code finally giving out. He was beginning to fade away. In the midst of his fatal orgasm, he wondered if his code would go back to an egg. The last thought to cross the former champion was the hope some part of the virus comes with him so he could do this all over again. 

	‘I’ll get that Impmon back… If I remember, haha…’ Finally with a short laugh and one last spurt from his now slack cock, the champion was gone, along with the potent seed that he left. The data scattered to the wind, back into an egg with a potentially new piece of software with it laying in wait for the day it can grow again.