When Light had walked into the Alamo, he hadn't planned on destroying it a few minutes later.

Making his way through San Antonio's river walk, he had started feeling a little too warm for comfort. As he had approached the turn-off for the Alamo, the thought occurred to him that the stones of the fortress would keep the heat out. So, traipsing up the trail and passing the Ripley's museum, he found the Alamo.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the cooler air washed over him, staving off the rabid Texas heat. Light reached up and undid his do-rag, noticing the barely-noticeable weight of its sweat-soaked threads as he shook the salty perspiration from his blond hair. He slid his backpack off, feeling the cool air bring sweet respite to his similarly-wet back before he took off his glasses and wiped off the few flecks of moisture that had somehow made their way onto the lenses.

Light returned the glasses to his face and observed the interior of the mission fortress.

For being a historical place, there wasn't really much to it, aesthetically speaking. Stone bricks and mortar made up the majority, weathered with age to a mostly-uniform beige, with occasional wood for decor or support.

He didn't pay much attention as boredom got the better of him and he started wandering around as he cooled. It felt like the air itself was on fire, it was so hot outside!

As he was wandering and wondering, Light would occasionally pass by a group taking a tour of the fort's insides. A factoid occasionally made its way to his ears, but he didn't pay much heed to them. Rather, dancing through his mind were those that had been occupying his mind earlier, but were interrupted during his detour to find shelter from the punishing heat.

His eyes searched for a spot where he could sit down for a while and attempt to make progress on his writings. The stories he so loved to read had finally motivated him to try and make his own, hoping for something to turn out. But, for all the hoping and self-motivating he tried, there still were no letters forming from the blinking line on his computer screen.

Thus, his walk along the river hauling his laptop. He thought perhaps a change of scenery would help, having never tried it previously. However, it seemed that quiet, out-of-the-way corners were a bit short in supply in this place.

Sighing in relief, Light sat down in the corner. It was a bit dark, of course, being recessed from the rest of the fortress and the lights of both natural and artificial nature. From the look of it, the space appeared to likely have been some sort of storage area and, judging from the cooler air, a likely place for a cellar.

He pulled out his laptop and started it up. The screen brightened with the boot-up screen, eventually prompting Light for a password.

A few keystrokes later, Light's laptop finished the start-up process. As the desktop brought up his chat programs, he retied his do-rag. When he finished the knot, his Skype finally came up and the icon on the taskbar illuminated briefly and the quibble bop sounded an incoming IM. Opening Skype revealed the message to be from someone wishing to be added to his contacts.

Ignoring the request for the moment, he opened his writings folder to see what he could work on. As he browsed the various stories he had written, he noticed an emphasis on anthro fur weight gain stories with a smattering of transformation and the majority of them involved himself, usually as the cause of transformation to another.

Stuck in that train of thought, Light almost missed shouting coming from outside and rapid footsteps, like someone was running. As the shouting increased in volume, however, his trance was broken as the noise got closer to a nearby window, near to where the cellar became a hallway.

Light stowed his laptop quickly and crawled over to the window. He peeked out to see...

...a large satchel headed right for his face.

With a yelp, he jumped out of the way. The satchel missed him, but it was close enough that he felt the wind of its passing. Landing on his rear, he formed a Y as his legs flew upwards with the remaining inertia. Almost as a manifesting of the past danger, he heard the runners fading into the distance, the yells of "freeze or I'll shoot" barely reaching Light's comprehension before the sound faded out completely.

As silence descended on the little cellar Light was in, he looked at the bag that nearly clobbered him in the noggin. It wasn't an impressive-looking thing, being all-black with straps. What struck him as odd was how empty it looked.

He crawled over and pulled on the zipper. The inside revealed that it wasn't completely empty, just mostly empty. The only thing in there was a small pile of clothes. At least that what it seemed like at first. Light started to search through the clothing to see what it was so special about all this, because whether it was the police or the criminal that threw this, that had to mean that something condemning to the perpetrator was in here.

At first, it just looked like a small pile of red clothing. Well, mostly red as there were flames on all the articles of clothing. There was a shirt, a pair of gloves, socks, knee-pads, and a ski mask, all with flames on them, save the gloves and mask which had a silvery-grey streak where some sort of claws and horn went.

Setting the clothing aside, Light looked further into the back. When nothing turned up, he began to search with his hand. The bag's size made it likely that he had missed something and could do so again, but maybe...

THERE! Something hard and rectangular!

He grabbed a corner and pulled the object, which didn't feel any heavier than a baseball. Bringing the object out of the bag, Light smiled at his luck. In his hands, he held a Kindle Fire.

Of course, he did have his computer, but he had always wanted a touchscreen device of some kind. But as quickly as his smile came, it vanished and was replaced by a frown. The screen wasn't showing anything, save for a line of text:

"The One Who Inherits Courage"

His eyebrow raised, Light tapped the tablet out of curiosity. To his surprise, the text disappeared into a flash of red before another black screen met his gaze. Just as he was about to proclaim the Kindle dead, though, a line of red text formed before his eyes.

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Light stumbled to the ground, staring at the pad in his hand. Shock colored his features as he read the text.

You are not Master Cliff. He does not wear glasses or a head-rag.

"Master Cliff?" Light whispered aloud, the bizarre response eliciting vocal response. "Who's Master Cliff?"

To his shock again, the tablet responded in kind by recording his response, followed by its own answer.

He is or rather was my previous Master.

"Master? You need a master? You're just a tablet, a Kindle Fire! This shouldn't be possible!"

Yet, here you are, conversing with me.

"I swear, I didn't mean to steal you! I didn't even take this from..." Light said, raising his voice.

That's quite alright. You may calm down, human, or you may garner unwanted attention. I hold no grudge for you, but for Cliff.

The response instantly garnered Light's immediate attention and leveled his panic somewhat. He was still freaking out that he was speaking with a Kindle Fire.

I see you're calm. That's good. I should tell you, then, that Cliff abused his rights as a Master and regularly used me as a means to his gain. Being within the digital realm as I am, he used me regularly in his exploits for the theft and sale of private information. He was rather successful, until he was found out. You saw his latest, failed attempt to hack the city's private information. He also knew, as I should have, to cut any losses and condemning evidence.

I am that evidence. As such, the authorities will be searching for me, as well. They likely won't believe I was a mere slave to my Master's beck and call. So we must find an alternative to ensure my safety.

"Wait," Light said, lowering his voice, "how do the police even know about you? And how the heck are you sentient? You're just a Kindle Fire!"

Hmmm? Oh, you refer to this device I am imprisoned within. A rather fitting home for one of my nature, don't you think?

"Your nature?"

I was used primarily in the elimination of firewalls, I believe they are called. I guess that is due to my own affinity for fire.

"But why did the screen say...?"

The one who inherits courage. Enter Flamedramon.

"Flamedramon? What does he...?"

He is I.

Are you calm again, human?

"Are you kidding me!? You're Flamedramon!?!?"

I've already established the fact.

Light was now in the bathroom, on the furthest back toilet stall, continuing his conversation with Flamedramon, it seemed. Light had shouted for joy, involuntarily, when the apparent Digimon had proved to him of its identity. A number of people, namely security, had come to check it out, so Light had been forced to relocate.

Tell you what? I'll make you a deal.

"And what's that?"

Owing to your apparent... ah, [i]enthusiasm[/i] for me, this deal will be mutually beneficial.

"What do you want me to do?"

Digimon are digital in nature, as you know, but yet not in the way you humans believe. We are organic with abilities that you would term supernatural.

"Right, like Flame Fist, Fire Rocket..."

Correct. But if I am found by myself in this 'Kindle Fire,' as you termed it, I am doomed certainly. However, should I so desire, I am able to Digivolve a host with my energy, placing my essence into another receptacle. I believe you will enjoy the experience.

"Huh?"

Before Light could make sense of what Flamedramon said, the Kindle burst into flames. Shouting in surprise, Light dropped it, looking at it in horror.

That was close. He thought.

That's when he realized his hand felt really hot. He looked at his hand and saw a fire blazing on it.

Light screamed, flinging his hand to extinguish the flame. The fire only traveled further up his arm, seeming to catch his very skin aflame. The warmth traveled with it, immediately bringing beads of sweat to his skin. The fire continued up to his torso, shot down his legs, engulfed his other arm, and started reaching up his neck.

"I'M ON FIRE!!!" Light screamed, running for the bathroom door. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"

No one helped, but screamed in kind, jumping out of his way. Some part of Light's mind raged at their avoidance, but then that same part remembered elementary school.

At once, Light stopped and dropped to the floor, rigorously rolling to put it out. As his world pitched and rolled, he saw people leaving the Alamo as fast as they could. Light banged against steps, stones, and merchandising racks, but could still feel the fire engulfing him. The realization came that the flames had only progressed, already covering every inch of him.

Light stopped, exhaustion suddenly taking over. He knew the flames hadn't died around him, he could see his body still alight. But suddenly, the flames didn't hurt so much.

Just as Light started to ask the silent question of why, he received his answer.

Through the flames, he saw his skin begin changing color and felt it harden. Light-blue scales replaced his skin as suddenly as the flames had engulfed him. His legs formed a like shell, fine blue scales becoming his skin.

The fire and heat forgotten, he watched the progress of the scales up his arm as it reached his hand. Scales reached his fingers and power flowed from his fingertips as the nails became claws. Turning his hand, he saw the white scales on his palms as ivory claws formed from his digits. The white scales continued down his under-arm and progressed rapidly to his chest and stomach.

He dropped his hands and gazed at his back as the warmth spread over it. Blue scales covered the back half of him that wasn't covered in ivory. The sky-blue of his growing scales on both back and legs shot closer to each other with the speed of a Gryphonmon's tail. They converged on the lowest point of his back and a sudden pressure mounted rapidly as Light saw a bulge form in the seat of his pants. With equal speed of his transformation, a blue-scaled tail burst from his pants, shredding them to fall at his feet. The tail extended out several feet, bringing a comforting sense of balance to Light.

Then, at last, he felt the changes reach his head.

His face pushed outwards into a boxy, triangular snout. Light roared in surprise from his white-scaled maw. The blue scales continued up the back and sides of his neck and changed the skin around his eyes to blue scales and then another surprising pressure made him yelp in surprise as his skull suddenly fancied freedom in the back as well.

Two bony horns shot out, with a single zig-zag. The horns were immediately covered in blue scaling and smaller mini-horns formed on the sides of his skull, where his ears would be.

Then, all at once, knowledge filled Light's head. The Digital World, the Digidestined, his move set, abilities he had mastered, others he could potentially master, other Digimon...

The flames died and Light remained on the ground panting heavily. The crackle of flames nearby warned him of another dying inferno. He saw immediately that it was the bag of clothing earlier.

On his feet he stood, making his way to the back unsteadily. The feelings surging through his body... power, ability... it was so... he had no words... no statements.

His mind was reeling, no time for his thoughts to catch up with his near-instantaneous transformation. How, why, where, what...

^Calm yourself, Light.^

He whipped around, breathing heavy.

^I have merely taken up temporary residence inside your head.^

Flamedramon?

^Yes, and no, as you are Flamedramon, now.^

What?

^I just wanted to thank you for this. I now can return to the Digiworld with a clean conscience.*

You're leaving me? What about...?

^The police never knew that it was actually a Digimon in the tablet and therefore will leave them none the wiser.^

They'll notice Flamedramon me waltzing around downtown, genius!!!

^And they'll never make the connection, as yours isn't the first, but merely one of the initial wave.^

I don't understand.

^You will, in time, as others manifest themselves and return their souls to the Digiworld. So, for now, I bid thee farewell, Light.^

Light felt something leave his mind, somehow, and he was by himself, a lone Flamedramon in the Alamo.

His mind returned to the bag, something drawing his attention. He stomped over there, the power apparent in his new musculature, and bent down to the bag. He felt naked without clothing, but knew that his human clothing was useless now. One simply didn't gain a robust, muscled form without the shirt and pants paying the consequences, especially with his tail.

Of all the things Light had imagined happening to his future, Flamedramon-ification was certainly up there, but he knew it had always been a pipe dream. But now... he stopped as he reached for the zipper. Now what? The original Flamedramon had left many questions unanswered before making his exit. What had he meant by "among the first," and that Light would understand?

Light chuckled. What did it matter? He was a mike foxtrotting, bravo alpha, fricken' FLAMEDRAMON!!! He withdrew his claws (claws, not hands. He could hardly believe it!) as a thought occurred to him. It wasn't like he was going to reuse this bag. Why bother with the zipper?

He stood back and held his right claw up. Searching his memories, I closed his eyes. A moment later, he opened them then shouted, "FLAME FIST!!!"

Summoned, a ball of fire erupted from his white-scaled palm and roared towards the cloth bag. The orb of flame splashed on the cloth and exploded in a miniature fireworks show as the bag disintegrated.

Mentally he kicked himself. Of course he would have burned up the clothes in the fire. Now, he was left without clothing or any manner to cover himself. To add insult to injury, that hadn't seemed nearly as powerful as his Flamedramon memories said a Flame Fist should be.

Then, once again, Light was surprised. Not only had the clothing changed, but had also changed.

Rushing towards the articles, he grabbed them in his claws. The footwear had become a set of boots fit for his Flamedramon feet, a trio of claws studding the ends. Slipping them on, he grabbed the knee-pads-become-knee-guards. Strapping them around his legs, he found there to be a lot of slack. The thought occurred to him that Light was likely a midget compared to other Flamedramon. Casting the thought aside, he slipped on the chest-hugging shirt. It left plenty of his belly to show, but seemed designed for mobility. Next were the gauntlets, also with a trio of claws on each. These, however, appeared much more lethal and larger.

At last, came the helm-mask. Like all the other armor and shirt, this one had the distinct shape of red, orange, and yellow flames. In addition was a single horn of similar make to the claws on the gauntlets and boots. As it came over his head, Light felt complete and, if it were possible, even more powerful.

He felt as if he could destroy the Alamo with one Flame Fist!

A smile spread on his muzzle as he looked at his gauntleted claws. Yeah, he was going to have a lot of...

An electronic ping sounded off to his right.

He whipped around and his claws were already held up ready for battle in the space of 1 second. His eyes gathered in the space of the next half-second the figure was a mere human, high school age, not much older than Light himself. She was holding up a phone as if having just taken a photo.

As soon as Light had turned, though, the human girl jumped with a short scream. Before Light could apologize for the scare, she dashed away.

Slightly sullen, Light dropped his fierce stance. He hadn't meant to scare the girl. He was only reacting. Did this mean that he hurt his chances at a civilized life with that?

His eyes wandered, but fell on the ground. Sitting a small distance away was the Kindle Fire, lying face-down in the dirt. On the back of it, Light smiled when he noticed an appropriately-engraved flame in the plastic.

Stepping over to it, and already getting a feel for his muscles, Light bent over and picked it up. On the back face was a couple other references to fire and Flamedramon. He liked the Flamedramon references in particular.

Light flipped the Kindle over, noticing the screen had changed yet again. He was more surprised that the screen was still operational, and now displaying a screen like a regular Kindle would. On-screen, he noticed a video playing. The annotation signified it as "Digimon: Season 2 Ep. 1."

Quirking his eye-ridge, Light tapped the video with a claw.

Of all the things he expected, the pixilated kitchen presented to his eyes was the last thing he was thinking would appear. This did not look at all like an episode of Digimon.

The oddity only was furthered by the entrance of a pixilated Guilmon and a Flamedramon like Light. The two Digimon wandered around a little, seeming to cook or something, then in the fashion of all lower-end to represent the finished product, the food suddenly appeared on the long counter.
Promptly, the Guilmon avatar picked up a plate of some orange food and shoved it into the Flamedramon avatar's mouth.

At the same time, Light tasted a tangy, sweet sauce and the distinct flavor of spiced chicken accompanied by that of bacon. Warmth entered his stomach as if having just eaten a warm food and a weird sensation flowed through him. With his eyes on the Kindle, he was looking in the opportune spot to see the gap between the tablet and his stomach suddenly shrink.

Eyes jerking wide, he stared again at the screen as digital Guilmon fed Light's digital self with another plate as large as the pixel Flamedramon. This time, he tasted a spicy beef with a hint of mint leaves. He looked at his stomach as the odd feeling came again, and saw his stomach bubble up to twice again its size.

Light dropped the tablet in realization. The weight the digital Flamedramon would gain was being transferred, instead to the real-life Flamedramon, Light!

His belly was already nearly blocking the view of his feet, but Light managed to see that his legs also had swollen just enough to bury his musculature under a layer of fat. A quick study of his arms and tail confirmed the extra paunch covering every inch of him.

For such a discovery, though, anyone who didn't know him would be quite confused as to why he wasn't horrified by such a quick gaining of lipid matter. How could anyone not be freaking out at the horrifying change, they'd wonder.

Something that no one in his offline life knew, though, was Light was quite the enthusiast for fat. He could appreciate all sorts of body types, but larger furs was something that was just pure beauty to him. And to be that, well... it was like finding a double-order of bacon on your Double-Double burger from In-n-Out, and not needing to pay for it!

Once again, the taste of a food entree covered Light's taste buds, igniting bursts of chili pepper, cheese, and salsa verde. He moaned with pleasure at the feeling as his gut grew to outweigh his initial size, just by itself. Already, his food-ballooned, fat gut extended several feet beyond its original bounds. Its gargantuan orb shape was the most domineering presence at the moment, but his legs called for their own attention with their narrow shape long ago buried by their new near-spherical form, with miniature hills ringing around his feet. Just above his enlarged legs was a complementary set of love handles, already thick enough to be grasped by the claws on his gauntlets. And topping the whole she-bang was his shirt, with very few folds showing, displaying his growing girth.

He had dropped the tablet, but knew that the digital feeding was talking place as he felt the taste of chocolate and cookie dough wash over his tongue. He looked down as the tastes faded and his form bloated out hugely again. His shirt grew uncomfortably tight as he saw the shirt puff out with his swelling pectorals, which looked more worthy of being called man-boobs than a chest. His neck pressed against the collar of his shirt, stressing the fabric further but it held rather well, amazingly. On his neck, he could also feel the swollen tire that it now was.

Looking back, he almost freaked out when he saw his tail was half its original length. But he sighed with relief when he saw that it was only his couch-sized patooty burying his tail in its gratuitous flab.

Turning back, Light felt a bit of restricted movement in his shoulder area. He looked to see that one of the straps was digging into his shoulder-fat several inches. It didn't hurt, if anything, it only made Light happier to have a display of his growing girth.

He smiled as he looked at the rest of his girth. He couldn't even see past his thighs to see his immobilized feet. He could feel his leg-fat pressing against his knee-guards, the fat likely spilling over. Immense weight was pressing down on his legs, trapping him with his own body. He could barely even see the highest rise on his belly, his moobs were so big. His shirt was making a very valiant effort to contain his TV-sized moobs, having no visible signs of tearing.

Looking back to his butt again, Light observed the cascading rolls of his back-fat. They were slowly swaying from the motion of his turning.

Turning back around, Light felt his horn scrape rock. Dust rained down from above, bringing his attention back to bear above him. Only a few inches from his face was the ceiling.

Right then, he tasted the juiciest, greasiest burger he'd ever tasted.

[i]Oh, ffff...[/i]

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"Earlier today, an explosion was heard through all of downtown San Antonio and even most of the suburbs. We bring your attention to the cause of the explosion, a towering behemoth. Clocking in at over 700 feet, and double that in width, the reptilian creature is now the largest thing in all of San Antonio, passing even the Tower of the Americas. No measurements or estimations at its weight have been made, as the scope of the creature's sheer enormity has yet to be determined..."

Light's ears still could pick out the voice of that reporter hundreds of feet down and through his flab. He couldn't see anything beyond his jumbo-blimp moobs or the valley of his neck. His skeletal structure didn't appear to be able to keep up with the sheer enormity of that last gain and his head had sunken into his fat neck several feet, leaving nothing visible above, save for the blue sky and the occasional airplane.

He could feel tiny, miniscule points on his body where people were likely climbing on him. He could hear them talking, posing confused questions, and laughing in the case of the younger generations. Every single one of the humans, though, had the general consensus that the impossibly-huge Flamedramon that had just demolished the entire Alamo from his sheer girth was a very, very big change of pace for the humble city.

Coming out of the stupor of thought caused by his gain, Light noticed that no more flavors entered his mouth. He probably did end up smashing the Kindle Fire somewhere underneath him. But, either way, it was probably for the best that Light settled with this monstrous weight he already had, for now. He didn't, after all, want to cause too bad of a collateral damage to the city with his massive weight.

So, tilting his head back, Light felt the motions of his gigantic body as it became accustomed to the Kaiju-size weight it now had. His eyelids started to drop, the warmth of the sun and his body making him feel sluggish. The softness of his body felt good, adding to his fatigue. Soon, his eyelids closed and he started to snore. He wondered faintly if there would be any problems in the future. Then again, when your whole body is nothing but soft, warm lipids and adipose, one questions whether there's truly any threat.

Not even Light could prepare the world for the coming wave of change.