Queen of Cock: Toriel VS Rouge the Bat (Match 24) (Patreon)

Another installment, approaching the end!

Here we have Toriel and Rouge, with plenty of requests for hyper, multi, clones, and a sprinkling of corruption, which I interpreted with twinning in mind...

Enjoy!

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Toriel had changed; but she was still the same motherly goat.

True, her clothes no longer fit as well as it once did. And how could they? How could anything hope to keep her vast, voluptuous figure decent, to cover her torso-dwarfing tits or her thick, delectable ass, fit not only to smother, but to eclipse any partner lucky enough to feel it seated upon them? What could clothe her plump thighs and the even plumper package between her legs, a cock so enormous that calling it a third leg was to cheapen its person-dwarfing mass and a set of balls so heavy with need that even at their most drained, they still hung low enough to drag. 

Even as she dressed, her curves and her cock yearned to grow. A few inches there, a couple of pounds there, swelling, bloating, expanding whenever she turned her attention away. Her feminine manhood was the most unruly part of her, of course. Toriel had spent a few hours taking care of her morning wood, and immediately her cock had started twitching and growing again, every surge of blood leaving it meatier than before. Her balls rumbled, churning with a fresh load that threatened to submerge the entirety of the Underground, if only she would let it—but Toriel had a guest coming, and she had to get herself ready.

Her dick took her momentary neglect with an act of rebellion; Toriel had scarcely put on a skirt before the monstrous slab of meat duplicated entirely, balls and all, instantly doubling the weight of the temptation tugging at her loins.

Such impatience. But then, when was that not the case for her growing girls?

Her breasts were scarcely more cooperative. It was not easy obtaining a bra capable of handling them—especially when they insisted on growing the very moment she put it on—and she spent so long fighting the zipper that her cocks had gained a triplet and doubled in size besides by the time she finished reining in her boobs.

At which point her bountiful body upended her efforts by simply and abruptly producing a second set of tits on her torso, blooming up below the first in the span of a few heartbeats to grow every bit as huge and shapely as the first.

“Fiddlesticks!” she exclaimed, hefting her new set by reflex; but that still left her cocks unchecked, growing across the floor to take up most of the room with their veiny masses, her balls growing hotter and louder by the moment. Even her hips were inches outwards, her ass growing thicker under the cover of the chaos of the rest of her endowments.

Toriel’s shoulders sagged. Her efforts to dress herself up for the coming match were thoroughly defeated.

Ah well, she thought, looking herself over in the mirror. Rouge would simply have to face everything the old goat had to offer at first sight. That was the challenge, she mused. And now, her throbbing, multiplying cocks would be Rouge’s problem.

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Rouge was nearly as monumental as she arrived at Toriel’s house. The biggest difference between them was that Rouge still managed to squeeze into her outfit, clinging to her curves like it was painted on, with such a scandalously low cut to her top that her tits looked on the verge of jumping out at any moment. Winning a couple of matches had also obliterated any sense of modesty that the bat might once have had. Which was why she sported an erection five times her own size as she swaggered towards the door, eager to flaunt her superiority to the kindly milf that was her opponent. It was so easy to be hung like a colossus, after all, and let the rest of the world deal with the consequences.

Which was why her face blanched when Toriel answered the door with five times as many cocks between her legs, every one of them rivalling the bat’s for size—and unlike hers, nowhere near hard yet.

“Welcome, welcome!” Toriel said, ignoring the brief look of shock on Rouge’s face. “Come in, please. What can I get you? Something to eat, drink? You must be hungry.”

“Hmf! Some welcome,” Rouge said acidly and crossed her arms. She flexed her cock, willing it to shoot upwards in a growth spurt that would’ve smashed through Toriel’s roof if not for the space-warping magic woven around it; though it didn’t prevent Rouge’s balls to bwoomph up behind her, blocking the way out entirely behind the fat cum-factories.

“Making yourself at home, I see,” Toriel said, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly as she considered Rouge’s 100 foot long cock. “Good, I’m glad. Wouldn’t want my guest to feel uncomfortable. I know that I can be a bit much sometimes.” At no point had her body stopped expanding: her two sets of tits swelled outwards, far in excess of what she could reach, and her five—now seven—cocks rumbled appreciatively at Rouge’s example, pouring out longer, fatter, and stronger from her loins.

“You’re not the only one,” Rouge said, giving Toriel a look as her cock continued to grow, not to be outdone by the goat’s tangled masses. Her balls gurgled, pushing against her back as they swelled. “I hope you’re prepared for a mess. Once I start cumming, I’m not going to stop.” 

Toriel gave her a gentle smile. “That’s quite alright. Neither are we.”

“We?” Rouge started, but the shadow of the second Toriel was already upon her; a perfect twin of the lovely goatmom, identical down to the twelve massive cocks between her legs, racing with no seeming effort to surpass Rouge’s towering spire.

Rouge bit her lip, refusing to flinch openly, but pushed her cock with such a vigorous thrust of her hips that it surged ahead into the quadruple digits, stretching out towards the mile marker to properly humble the two Toriels and their multiplicious tricks. 

“So that’s how we’re playing. I see how it is. You’re not the only girl hiding your growth-lust behind a meek facade.”

“Ah, it’s nothing like that,” the two Toriels said at once. She looked apologetic, but that didn’t stop the rest of her from exploding bigger, her fifteen cocks a hair’s breadth behind the bat’s. Even as they broached a mile in length; then ten miles, a hundred. By then, the magic that kept her house in order capitulated fully to the hyperherms; their surroundings were now nothing but the familiar sight of gigantic cocks and balls, rumbling, throbbing, expanding. Toriel grew her third and fourth set of tits, a single pair sufficient to smother Rouge from head to toe. 

“Like I said, I know I can be a bit much to take in. Have no fear, little one. Mommy’s here for you.”

“I can be all that and more,” Rouge shot back, laughing at the notion that she should be fearful. “The mom routine is all well and good, but you ought to save it for a better occasion. I’m not your little girl,” she said, grinning as her meaty spire rose above the goat’s swarm again, reducing Toriel’s shafts to the size of a cockvein on her singular pillar of cockflesh.

“You don’t want to be my little one?” Toriel cooed, a third of her appearing, thoroughly boxing Rouge in between her bodies. This goatmom maneuvered herself partially behind Rouge, rubbing her forty cocks against her ass. They throbbed, catching up to the bat’s monumental slab of dick once more. “Well. Mommy can work with that, too.”

“Getting awfully handsy, aren’t you?” Rouge said, wiggling, but not moving away. “That’s fine. The hornier I get, the more I grow, so you’re really just digging your own grave there.”

The smile returned to Toriel’s face. “Hear that, girls? She wants our help to get off.”

“I heard,” Toriel #4 said.

“Indeed,” continued Toriel #5, cooing as she slid in behind Rouge as well, her 150 cocks throbbing in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, little bat,” cooed Toriel #6. “Mommy’s here. And she brought all her big, hard cocks for you.”

Things had taken a turn, and Rouge wasn’t blind to the sudden, sharp escalation. “Now, wait a second…” Rouge started, twisting to look back—and gasped at what she saw; even her, a seasoned slut for size of all kinds, could not help but feel overwhelmed at the squad of motherly hyperherms that had materialized from nowhere to stretched her holes on their immensely fat army of cocks.

Twelve Toriels there were, and the arrival of each had prompted all the rest to multiply further; their cocks now numbered in the tens of thousands, a suitably epic scale for their apocalyptic size. Physics had long ago given up on enforcing even the simplest rule on the growing grrls; which was why Toriel now sported a row of twenty tits with ease, the smallest of her curves by right big enough to level her house and a hundred more by its mere presence. But it was, of course, her cocks that made Rouge shudder, as no less than a hundred thousand of them pushed against her ass and her cunt, teasing her with tips fit to penetrate planets, their drops of lubrication voluminous enough to replace the oceans. And true, it did push her own sexuality to eleven, overcharging her own growth and desire for more; but as the—now eighteen—Toriels teased her, her focus flagged and the threat of being outgrown became all the more acute.

Keep pushing, Rouge told herself, groaning with effort as her cock shot up past Toriel’s once more, 10,000 miles long and counting. And yet, the sensations of being slowly spread apart by that forest of meaty, throbbing shafts drove her thoughts into nothing but carnal fantasies, moaning in the grasp of her cloning competitor.

“Happily,” Toriel replied with a husky whisper, repeated thirty times over. She slid inside Rouge with impossible ease, feeling the bat squirm with every one of her hundred thousand lengths, spread evenly between pussy and ass. And then it was time for all the rest of her.

“Oh, fuck!” Rouge crooned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “H-how is there so much of you?”

“Like I said…” Toriel said, giggling softly. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know. Your ass isn’t quite as fat as mine, but…” She gave it a slap. “There’s ways to fix that.”

“Huh?” Rouge said, but by then the team of fifty Toriels had begun fucking her in earnest, their preposterous plentitude of fat, throbbing cocks sliding in an out, plapping her cheeks like nothing else. Balls crowded around them in the millions, big enough to rival planets.

“Well,” the Toriel in front continued, unperturbed. “If you don’t want to be a little one; then what can you be?” She slid her unattended packages against Rouge’s front, by now surrounding and subsuming the bat’s cock completely; every throb made the comparison more unfair, made Rouge dwindle into the jungle of throbbing MILF-dicks.

Rouge still didn’t get it. “You… ah, ah, right there, gods…” she moaned, shivering bodily. She felt herself spread further around the host of impossible penises, Toriels appearing in the hundreds at a time to join in, each now bearing several million shafts between their legs.

“That’s right,” she cooed, holding the bat close and playing with her breasts. “Let mommy take care of you. I’ll take care of everything.”

There was a rumble, the background noise of bloating, churning balls steadily rising until it drowned out all else. Toriel’s climax, the ending and the beginning of all. She smiled, letting Rouge take it all in and willing her multitude of testicles to multiply faster.

“See?” she said, “there’s no need to worry. Mommy will take care of you.” By then, Rouge’s cock was truly on the astronomical scale, the sun a mere speck by comparison. And yet her mighty shaft might as well have been invisible, a thread of hair next to massiveness that was Toriel’s cocks, stretching out Rouge through the cosmos.

“Toriel…” Rouge muttered, utterly delirious. How could she not be? A cocksock to a colossal crowd of clones, feeling herself bulge out bigger with every passing moment, every toe-clenching thrust?

Toriel smiled. “Yes, that is right.” She bucked her hips, slamming Rouge’s cheeks a final time—and delivered the cumshot that would change the world.

Rouge tried to scream, but she could not. The sensation was too intense. She felt her own climax and Toriel’s melt into one, an incredible warmth spreading through every inch of her body, like plunging into a warm bath, melting away into pure bliss. So she simply let it happen with a silent cry, her back arched and her body shaking with tension as the all-powerful orgasm rippled through her.

The sensations didn’t stop at her body; her monolithic cock was blessed, too, the tingling heat spreading through every mile, every AU of its incomprehensible size; and to Rouge’s dazed surprise, it began to grow at an astounding speed, punching ahead like a space rocket to fill the empty void with its meaty mass. She still could not manage more than a croak of surprise; but croak she did when she saw it swell to rival Toriel’s divine dicks—and again when she felt a twin sprout between her legs, a second heavy girlcock racing up to match the first. A third, a fourth, a fifth, they grew faster and faster while fat, bloating sacs of feminine balls crowded against her thighs, eager to fuel her shafts.

And there was more still to gasp at. Her breasts, already so big and perfect, began to swell, bulging from her chest with added size, teasing at the edge of her top, until they spilled free, with her fat, pink nipples leading the charge. Her ass, too, fattened up, hips widening with a sudden need to become bigger and more fertile than before. Her tight leggings ripped and tore, exposing her round, sexy cheeks—though the orange coloring of her naked ass did not appear, as her backside was now white and furry.

Rouge was not allowed the moment to let the implication set in. Already, she sported cocks in the hundreds; and already, a crowd of Toriels had descended upon them, eagerly mounting the many throbbing shafts, her enormous asses sliding up and down as, all around them, other Toriels made out and fucked, putting their world-ending endowments to good use.

Rouge twisted in pleasure. “F-fuck! It’s… it’s so fucking much!” Her voice sounded deeper, gentler. The white fur covering her ass spread down her legs and up her torso, adding several more sets to her bust as it claimed her body.

“Language,” Toriel chided her gently, giggling a little as she drew Rouge in for a kiss. “That’s hardly appropriate for a mommy, is it? Imagine if one of the little ones heard!”

Rouge flinched, as the results of the transformation stared her in the face. Her body, utterly changed, bigger and curvier in every way; identical to the towering Toriel teasing her. Only her head remained bat-like. 

“So that’s how it is…” 

Toriel shrugged. “You didn’t want to be little. What else could I offer?” 

Rouge shuddered, succumbing as millions of cunts clenched around her cocks. “Fine,” she said. “Mommy will take care of it.”

“She will,” Toriel agreed, smiling at her twin. “We’ll take care of everything.”

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