Your screen goes black, leaving you staring into the darkness, as the room around you, this late at night, has little to light it up, save a few street lights outside. Sighing, thinking a cable came undone, your reach a hand forward, your fingers feeling for the cord connecting the monitor to the main unit of the computer, only for the monitor to suddenly spark, and flash.

Shocked, you pull your hand back, but it's too late, as something drags at your hand, and you feel something, a power, coming out of the space where the monitor should be, but instead, there is a hole. You realize this as you are sucked forward, falling into the hole in the world, and flipping head over heels, as you spill out into some kind of weird space.

The trip is fast, and you land, strangely enough, in a brightly lit room, one with an odd, cozy feel to it. Or at least, it would be cozy if it weren't huge, so large that you are in fact, the size of a mouse compared to the space around you, a kitchen, with a window high overhead, into which streams a morning sun, while outside, birds were tweeting.

Suddenly, a vibration, one that shook you, knocking you from your feet, to the floor, leaving you with your chin against the hard wood, just as a figure came into view, one with dark black, and light blue scales, as well as a dark blue metal helmet with a yellow horn. Something...somewhere, told you you were looking at Wargreymon, one which was of a size with the house around you.

Of course, you seeing him was not the same as him seeing you, as you found out. His foot, three toes with black claws, swung over you, as he sipped at a mug of coffee high overhead. You heard the sound of his slurping, before the foot came down, and slammed hard into you, making you think for a moment, you were going to be crushed under his sole.

Luckily, even as you felt the pressure of him above, it stopped, and you slowly pulled the foot back, moving it out of his way, and staring down at you, making him take a look into his cup, as if checking the contents, before shrugging his shoulders. Setting the cup down on the counter beside him, the Wargreymon's body crouched down, his hand coming towards you, and his fingers pinching you between them.

You grunted, your sore body still struggling against his grip, as he raised you up off the floor, pulling you skyward, past his crotch, beyond his chest, and then to his face, as he looked at you, his black eyes staring, if only for a moment, before that maw opened, a huge mouth, filled with fangs, that you were tossed into by a simple flick of his wrist.

Landing against his tongue, the soft, supple flesh moving over you, winding and squeezing your body, he drew out your flavor, even as you fought and pushed against the long, slimy member, trying to escape, but failing, as the digimon tossed his head back, and then, with his hand on his neck, he followed you down, as you slid into his body, a chuckle coming from his throat, as he picked up his cup of coffee, and sipped at it, while going about the rest of his morning.

The wargreymon made his breakfast, nothing fancy, and finished it with a detached air, feeling the gurgling in his stomach, and knowing what must be going on in there. Finishing it, and rinsing off the dishes, while looking out at a small world around the Giga House in which he lived, the blue and black Wargreymon sat on the chair at the table, and let loose a belch.

Suddenly, a flash, and you were there again, your tiny body...smaller than before actually, staring upwards at a mountain of dragon flesh, one blocked by a pillar, that throbbed in the air, leaving you to wonder what was happening, as he chuckled, a dark, powerful sound that seemed to echo around you, when his claws, huge things now, came down to pinch you between them.

He raised you up once again, this time not to his lips, but instead, hefting you until you were right above his shaft, the pulsing member's opening already slick with liquid coming from inside, making you squirm and fight against him, trying to pull away, only to drop just as you get over the hole, one that is perfectly set to allow you to drop into his manhood.

Here, you find the surface hot, hotter even than his belly, and the walls slick with fluids, such that you are able to fall all the way down, into a space slightly more open, and with a thick pool at the bottom. Outside, the greymon winces, feeling you splash into his balls, and then grin as he fondles himself, and rises to his feet, ready to tackle his day, with a small toy to entertain him, as you writhe about within his sac.