Takato S.O.S

Digimon Invasion;
Takato S.O.S!


(Yes it’s a Godzilla zinger, deal with it)

“Hey, mommy! Mommy! Can you see that starship? Can you? Huh?”

“Oh, Taro, there’s no starship in the middle of the da-!”

It would have been funny, in a cosmic sort of way, if Takato hadn’t been the one sprawled out half asleep on his bed one summer night, with his head in a radio drama.

When it came screaming through the open window.

But taking an unidentified object to the crotch is really not a laughing matter when the time rolls around and you discover yourself on the top of a bunk-bed. With no guard bar.

Bugger that.

In any case, we now join our fair Takato, already in progress flipping out five feet and a whole butt-load of flailing apart from his sleepy drama. Enjoy.

“KAMI-SAMA! WHAT IN THE?!…huh?” Takato wailed as the impact of ripping out of his bed from an apparent godly nut-shot came screaming with a bucket of hot-sauce right to his attention…and then seemingly disappeared.

“The hell?…” he patted himself down in the way one who has the feeling of missing a bus by the width of a newspaper pats themselves, that of both relief and shear utter, dumbfounded bewilderment.

Nothing was wrong, or at least that he could tell. The full-body flattened feeling, as he had experienced more than once, was nothing out of the ordinary, no gaping holes, no searing pain, and not even a scuff on his shorts.

“Almost expected a glowing green alien, hehe!” rubbing the back of his head, and declaring to the still air of the evening. A good time for his parents to be gone.

“Now that would just be f’ing silly.”

“True enough!” Takato chirped. Even as he realized he was alone in the room.

“WWHAT! What is going on here?! Who in the hell…What?!” Somehow he managed to slam his back up against the wall at warp speed, before using a cleverly hidden text book to shield himself from the interloper.

“Where are you?! Huh? G-get out of my room!” He declared, even as his eyes darted to every corner of his living space, and down through his door to the deserted hallway.

“Pretty high-strung aren’t ya? Even for a human…”

“HUH?!” and then he lobbed English; advanced at his apparent attacker. With his eyes closed of course.

“You done yet, Ta-ka…to?”

Apparently, his missile barrage failed to make the voice flee in terror. Yet still, no footsteps, no sounds or bottles being broken over his head or mystery aliens using whatever colour phaser Hollywood found fashionable to turn him into a green-screen effect.

“Uhh…Yes?”

“Wonderful. It is Ta-ka-to, isn’t it?”

He nodded his head, somehow forgetting that things that can hear you don’t always have the magical ability to view barely-there head motions.

This one did however.

“Splendid. Japanese right? Ta-ka-to?”

He nodded again. A slight tingle in his left temple instinctively cocked his head to the side, where a jumble of drawings and back commons of digimon cards lay.

Also, a creepy eyelid which seemed to be glued to his peripheral vision. It opened to reveal an equally bizarre movie-monster style pupil shrouded in phosphorescent iris.

“Hello.”

The phrase “turning one’s limbs backwards in shear shock and surprise” might get thrown around a lot these days, but frankly, it’s a not all that much of a hyperbole, after Takato discovered that someone was quite literally looking in on him.

“KAMI-SAMA!!!!”

“Settle down! Damn! Never see a digimon before?”

“D-digimon?”

“No, I’m a space alien here to pester teenage boys into rolling around on the floor like a dog after one too many data-colas.”

Curious to a fault, he lay flat on the floor, and tried to swivel his eyeballs around enough to address the other eye that was apparently rolling around in his head with him.

“What the hell are you ?-”

“I just said-”

“-I meant aside from that like, was there some crazy bioemergence accident and now you’re stuck inside me or something?”

The voice was silent for a moment.

“No, not really.

“Huh? Then, why are you..uh…” “inside your head?”

Takato really didn’t feel like a conversation right now.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Well, Ta-ka-to, I’m Lingumon, a host type digimon, and since I see that Digimon aren’t something I need to explain to-”

“Wait! How exactly do you know all this, like my name and, Lingumon? I’ve never heard of you!” He blurted out, much like a man with a dog that insists on pissing on anything white and at the appropriate level.

“Well, settle down Ta-ka-to and-”

“IT’S Takato! Not Ta-ka-to! Get that much right you freaky parasite!”

He had the distinct impression that if his “friend” had shoulders, he would simply have shrugged.

‘Well, Takato, I’m sure you’re familiar with bio-emergence, correct?”

“ Well, yes, but…that doesn’t-”

“As I was saying, apparently the phenomenon grabbed me and not my host, thereby leaving me high and dry. So it was really just a matter of my good luck that I got a residual trace of Digi-data, from this… Guilmon? And managed to bolt myself right in through the window. I’m surprised that the coupling was as seamless with a human though…I expected…side effects…”

Baffled by the calm voice’s complete lack of excitement at explaining to a scrawny teenager how he came through a different dimension to be somehow attached to said teenage boy.

“Side effects?” Takato posed to him, almost in spite of himself at this point.

“Some mood swings, buzzing in the ears, rage, joint pain, that kind of stuff.”

“Oh…wonderful.” He was dreaming. Yeap, just a dream, it had been four years since the digimon left, and he was having a nice little nap on his nice cozy bed…

“Strange how everyone thinks that it’s a dream when I first show up”

This Lingumon needed to shut up.

‘So, what exactly do you do once your attached?” Takato decided to bet on the outside chance that he was in either a deep sleep or a coma fantasy at this point. As telepathy bound digimon flying in through the window wasn’t something his time as a tamer had prepared him for.

“Glad you asked Takato, you see…well, I’m not a ghost type or a phantom or anything like that, I actually do have a body, it’s just-”

“Hey! Are you reading my mind or something?” He yelled at his own periphery, giving his mental denizen a tap to the head.

“Well, kinda, I can’t get at anything personal or secret or something, but until you get used to me, the obvious stuff is a little more than obvious…soo-’

“Fine then, have a good peak around, why don’t you, and please continue.” Lying face down on his own bedroom floor, in an empty house on one looong summer evening, talking to a digimon that now supposedly lived in his head, what a wonderful life he lived-

“I’m not in your head, I was just about to-”

“FINE THEN!”

Lingumon then gave out the impression of clearing his throat and continued

“As I was saying, I actually do have a body, it is just…how do I saw, resting within you, kind of like another organ, and as long as I’m here-” “you’re inside me?” “Relax Takato, Digimon are completely sterile, and if you’ll let me finish, I was saying that as long I’m within you, I impart my special qualities to your…well…special qualities, whose use in turn sustains me to a degree.”

Takato Cocked his eyebrow. “Like what, Running, or memory, or ESP or something?”

“Umm…no, more like, well…Seeing as you aren’t familiar with any languages but your own, I’ll give you the hint that Lingumon comes from Lingunum which in Sanskrit means…uhh”

Was Lingumon actually dodging the question? “Means?”

“Tell you what, the full effect takes about twelve hours to kick in, but since it’s been a solid half hour since I arrived, I’ll let you find out. Get a mirror”

And why not?

Takato fetched a small mirror from his dresser and held it up to his face, the light tingle in his temple whirled into action.

“Umm…Perhaps the bathroom, you have a large one in there right?”

Once again, he cocked his eyebrow at his “body mate” “Why?”

“Trust me, oh, and, yes, that little tremor in your temple is me looking out through your eyes, I’m running on about ten seconds of lag otherwise.’

Helpful aren’t you?

“Sure, why not trust the thing they have pills for now?”

He dragged himself into the bathroom and shut the door, then stood with a mixture or wonder and muted disbelief on his face. “Now what?”

“Your clothes are covering it.”

“and by it you mean…?”

“Naked would be best, but I’m sure you get the hint by now…”

Honestly confused, he stripped off his shirt and laid it on the side of the bathtub, stepping back to let everything from his mid-calves to just above his goggles show.

“And now….what?” Takato trailed off, he’d had a relatively flat stomach before, but now a little muscle had sculpted his abs ever so slightly…and much more than he remembered then the last time he’d seen himself shirtless.

“figured it out? Still? “

That voice is pissin’ me off, Takato muttered to himself, knowing his uninvited guest heard it.

“Now the pants.”

“The…”

“The pants, yes.”

Well, I’ve done dumber things for no reason he reassured himself, as he undid his belt, not that I can remember when.

“Sooo, what exactly am I looking for once I…do this?”

The distinct urge to assume Lingumon was chuckling to himself washed over Takato, as the host digimon leisurely responded.

“It will be rather obvious, in fact more so than I think you’re used to…”

“I’m not exactly sure what you…mean” he trailed off as he dropped his flood pants and fixed his eyes on his own reflection or to be pupil-widening specific, the thickened mound that lay where his rather modest crotch had once been. “Wha-WHAT THE HELL!?”

His hands then dashed to rid him of his boxers and reveal to his direct inspection the lightly throbbing chunk of rosy meat that jutted out from between his legs, even completely soft the could tell that it he’d added at least an inch to his completely average measurement of five and a half inches pre-Lingumon infection.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like-”

“My-my dick! It…it”

“Grew, yes,” Lingumon then paused as Takato felt the familiar temple buzz that whirred in his eye socket as Lingumon took stock of Takato’s naked form. “As I would expect, after all, my moniker does mean phallus, and I take refuge in the reproductive system of my hosts so that I can nourish…Takato? Are you alright?”

Takato had temporarily left the building with his face locked in a mask of open-eyed shock. As he learned that not only was a strange digimon inside him, it was latched onto his most precious set of organs and was somehow altering him to suit some no doubt sinister ends.

“Takato? Takato? Perhaps I should explain…Takato?”

Now is such a nice time for a nap, he calmly persuaded himself, as he gently collapsed into the empty bath and let the entire situation wash away in the reassuring pressure of his lightly throbbing genitalia.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“What exactly is the point of this “mathematics”? Every Digimon already knows such things from birth.”

Sometimes I wonder Lingumon, sometimes I wonder.

Takato tapped his pencil on the desk in a futile effort to make his teacher’s rambling seem more exciting than a bag full of gray mush, the same mush, perhaps, had been filling his head all day and making the shear nothing that was going on in the schoolyard seem fulfilling enough to risk the wrath of his teacher over.

Either that, or insulate him from the fact a being from a digital dimension was latched on to his internal reproductive organs and essentially existed as a voice inside his head which had, so far, failed to mention the exact effects of his residence in the teen’s body.

Flashing back to the first night he’d meet the Lingumon, collapsed in his bathtub and discovered his new and improved body, he’d since learned tentatively little about his new guest aside from the fact that Lingumon fed on sexual energy and the new “equipment” which had cost him a sore night in a linoleum tub was to assist in the “collection” of such a thing.

Takato sighed. Guess Digimon weren’t as smart as he had once thought.

“And how was I supposed to know the only male in the area with a trace digital signal hasn’t even seen a naked female, let alone perform-”

Takato scowled and let out a low growl, as it seemed that Lingumon was acutely aware of whatever Takato was doing physically. Lingumon however, was not impressed.

“I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me.” The Host Digimon stated, a touch of futility in his voice.

“Enough out of you-” Takato began.

“Is there a problem Matsuki?” his teacher called at him, as three girls in the opposite corner giggled at him and Kazu and Kenta shook there heads in a false state of mocking.

“Just a stomach ache ma’am “

“See that it is Takato.” she curtly chastised him, then returned to her lesson.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Kami-sama that was a long day!” Takato declared the second he burst from the school, surrounded a rushing crowd of students stampeding to the train station, sidewalk, or other mode of transportation to get them the hell out of there.

“Yoooo! Takato!” Kenta wailed as he caught the boy in a headlock and twisted his fist in Takato’s already messy hair. “What’s up with you lately man?”

“Yeah, I though Imari-sensei was going to skin you alive!” Kazu added, hiking his overstuffed knapsack over his scrawny shoulders, as children repeatedly jostled it ou of order.

“It’s nothing, just…uhh…haven’t been feeling all that well lately…” he then chuckled and scratched his face as the three shared a laugh at one of the music students attempts to exit a closing door with a tuba and an open bookcase thwarting his every attempt.

“So, Takato, you up for a round of Digimon or what?” Kenta slapped his back and beamed a big white smile.

“Err, sorry guys, I’ve got a whole shelf full of doughnuts to fry before my parent’s get back from Roppongi tonight.” He evaded Kenta’s next back slap, which sent Kazu’s books across the ground, and then dashed off home before they could catch up and delay him from home.

“And those two are you friends?” Lingumon questioned, halfway from the school to home, once Takato had reached a secluded section of the park he walked through, as he slowed to a walk and spoke out loud for the first time all day to his internal tenant.

“They’re supposed to be, but a little hard to give the slip to sometimes, back when I had Guilimon, I couldn’t get rid of ‘em!” He chided, while pausing under a tree to rest.

“To bad they weren’t girls, or else I might not be starving for some energy right now.”

“Oh stop it, when it happens, it happens, and that could take a whole-”

“Hi Takato!” Came a cheery voice from behind him “having a good conversation?”

Turning to face her a sock puppet greeted him as a green dress wearing girl giggled profusely.

“Wan! Wan! Takato is talking to noooo ooone!” she said through her falsetto , although her ventriloquism had improved significantly since the old days.

“Hi ‘ya there Juri…didn’t see you there…” he trailed off as he patted her sock puppet and watched as she chuckled to herself a little longer.

“So this is Juri, huh, I must admit she’s just as pretty as you pictured her Takato” Lingumon added, before the slight brain hum that Takato knew to be Lingumon laughing.

“I just saw you walking and thought you might like a little company, plus I need some of your family’s doughnut’s before supper.” she beamed at him as she made her puppet bark once again. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course he doesn’t.”

Stop it Lingumon! He yelled internally as he tried to retain his composure, even though Lingumon’s influence drew his eyes ever so slightly down…

“No-no problem at all Juri, hehe!” Making the best of it, he shut his eyes and laughed, to disguise the stirring that had begun in his carefully arranged pants.

“Good! I haven’t seen you all week Takato, are you avoiding me?” she poked him with Mr. Sock-dog and hiked her backpack up, the straps of which contended ever so slightly with the beginnings of curvature under the top of her modest clothes.

“Well, isn’t she…nice…” Lingumon trailed off, followed by a flush of energy Takato felt trickle into his toes.

Lingumon……

“Hehe….no! no, nothing like that, it’s just…The Bakery! Yes, its been busy so I…uhh.” Takato muddled through his response as Juri smiled emphatically.

“I see, just don’t work too hard Takato, I’d hate to see you get sick or something.” She poked him again as he did his best job of walking as briskly as possible without raising suspicion, and getting her out of his hair.

“Well, uh, sure Juri and here we are!” He gestured to his home three buildings down, where he then ran to and unlocked before the hitchhiker in his head could do any more funny things with his hormones.

“Oh, you’re no fun Takato.” Lingumon cut in.

Covering his discomfort at the slowly inflating problem in his boxer shorts, he beckoned to Juri as she chatted with Mr. Sock and managed to get behind the counter with his apron on before she noticed anything.

“Geez Takato” Lingumon jeered at him, as he threw a half dozen doughnuts in a brown paper bag and rang them up for Juri even as the bell on the door announced her presence.

“Here you are!” he proclaimed as she dug out (exact) change from her bag and let Mr.Sock say goodbye with a cheery “wan!” before she giggled a bubbly goodbye and exited the shop.

Of course, his increasingly addled mind couldn’t resist watching her firm rear propel her out the door.

And as for you.

“Something wrong Takato?”

“I’ll deal with you later! After I take care of this” he gestured to his pants as he locked the door and dashed up to his room.

“You know, that wouldn’t happen if I just got a little sustenance”

“This wouldn’t happen if you didn’t screw around with my hormones little a mad scientist!”

“Oh, yeah, it’s all bad for you Takato, a little discomfort now and then for everything I give you.”

He sighed and retreated to the bathroom, stripping off his shirt to reveal his willowy figure beneath now fully upgraded and if he had to say, quite attractive.

His skin had cleared up and even gotten quite smooth, even as his hair went from dishevelled to a casual kind of attractive that set his face off nicely. He was scrawny before, but now his waistline was almost male-model sculpted and lead invitingly up to his six-pack, flexing the muscle that had materialized on his biceps, he let his pants drop and the let his boxers strain from the force of his semi-flaccid erection issuing forth from his loins.

“Admiring the view?” Lingumon snapped him back into reality.

“Sto-Stop that.” he stuttered.

Finally reaching a point where he just didn’t care, he stripped off his boxer’s and let his now fully formed 9.5 inches stand out like a rod of iron from his crotch.

“And you still insist on doing this yourself?”

“Quiet down!” Takato yelled as he slipped his hands up and down his thick shaft, his foreskin fully peeled and letting the weeping plum of his glans be harassed by the draft gently spiralling from the bathroom fan.

Shoving his tongue into the corner of his mouth, he eased his palm under the sturdy base of his shaft, pulsating with a veiny supply of blood sent from his furious heartbeat, and let his unused hand cup his broad, low-hanging sac and knead the goose-egg sized bundles of pent up panic within. At last feeling the nagging sensation crawling up his back turn to a gentle warmth being stoked by his every move into the sweetest haze of bliss he had ever imagined.

“See, its not so bad.”

“I-I,” He gasped as his eyes snapped open and every muscle in his body twitched and grew taught as piano wire with hot, needy chords shooting through his guts and jarring his jaw closed, while his spine tightened in a vice-grip. He desperately pulled himself harder and harder, feeling his most sensitive flesh ripple and twist is his grasp, which flew up and down his impressive length, set with the hardest hard-on he’d ever produced.

“I said shut up!” He bellowed, just in time to gasp and stutter when his helmet was dragged across the wonderful hell of the cold countertop as he fisted his mid-shaft with blinding speed , his other hand snapped off his heaving testes and began to handle his bucking meat-pipe fist-over-fist until his vision blurred entirely from the useful spectrum, until all he could see was his own reflection flush-faced and panting, ripping over his gigantic crotch .

And then, like a sledge hammer knocking all but the best, knee-weakening pleasure from him, he jammed his hips forward and let out a strangled cry of pure animal lust, then let the thickest rope of cum he’d ever seen issue from his gasping hole, then another, and another until the bathroom sink was covered in a thick slime of cooling man-spunk, before his tool gave a last gut-wrenching surge and slackened.

“Have fun, Takato?”

Collapsing onto the tile of his floor, and letting the chill of the material calm his jittering mess of a body, he let himself fall back and bask in the collective afterglow of every single orgasm he’d ever had before then washing back over him.

“I…Feel inside out.” he calmly muttered as the vague, wonderful soreness in his balls gyrated into his thighs, almost like he’d hollowed out his newfound organs and was now just an empty skin living it up on his bathroom floor.

“TAKATO!”

Quiet down Lingumon.


“Takato-kun! Honey?! We’re home!”

“Sonnava.” He scraped himself from his cum-stained vacation and cranked the facet to full blast, clearing out the basin full of his seed before sticking his head out the door and hollering back, “Just in the bath mom!”

“Okay, Takato!” SHe responded before the clatter of his parents unloading arm-fulls of ingredients wafted up the stairs.

“Tired?”

“A little, Lingumon.” He sat down on a nearby stool and let the showerhead make the world go a way in its own, much less effective way.

“Why is it that talk out loud when you’re alone?”

Dumping a daub of shampoo of his head, he vigorously mixed it into his chocolate locks and smiled.

“Guess I just like the feeling that someone’s really there.” He chided, then gave the buzz in his temple a smile in the mirror.

“Beside a freaky Digimon?”


“Read my mind Lingumon.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“You know, Takato is really starting to get some muscle tone.” Mrs.Matsuki posed to her husband, as they kneaded tomorrow’s dough.

“Ahh,” He winked and flashed his wife a very familiar smile, “he is starting to really get into that age. Just like his old man did!” then he flexed and threw a slight amount of flour onto his face.

“Oh stop!” she tapped him in the arm and giggled, “I’m just waiting for him to bring us him his first little friend and try to get the house to himself.”


They shared a curt laugh and beamed at each other.

“I’m sure he’ll be a little Casanova in no time, and then we’ll never see him!” Mr.Matsuki gave a throaty chortle to her remark.

“I’m sure he’ll be just fine, dear.”

“But I do worry about those kind girls getting there hooks into our Takato…”

“Just fine Dear, Just fine…”