Queen of Cock: Tifa VS 2B (Match 11) (Patreon)

The gym was like an oven, sweltering with a heat that had driven out everyone but the most dedicated to their gains. Tifa was at the center of it, sweat dripping off her face as she pulled herself up the bar and down again with perfect form. If the conditions had been more bearable, a crowd would have been watching her as usual, gawking at her contradiction of her powerful physique and the outrageously ample curves that graced her body.

Today, it was just Tifa. She did not work any more or less for lack of a crowd; she simply exercised, honing her ridiculously potent strength; you don’t get to suplex gods by slacking off, after all. So she worked, grunted, and sweated.

Until 2B arrived.

At once, the android spotted Tifa. She strode through the spacious gym on her long, sexy legs, dressed in the infamous black and white leotard that made her ass pop like nothing else. She stopped in front of Tifa and stared at her, shameless and direct.

Tifa looked over the white-haired woman. “Were you wanting something?”

“I am here for our match.”

“Ah. Of course.” Tifa dropped from the bar and wiped her hands. “Eager to compare cocks, eh? Perhaps we can step outside? I’d hate to level this place.”

“No need. I can scan you just as well from here.” 2B reached over and flipped Tifa’s skirt up in a quick motion that left Tifa to yelp in surprise as her black thong was bared.

“Hey!” she said, shoving 2B away. “What’s wrong with you!?”

The android shrugged. “Like I said. Scanning your compression levels. You wanted to avoid unnecessary damage, correct?” 2B gave a slight smile. “Cute underwear, too.”

“You could at least ask first,” Tifa scowled as a cute blush crept into her cheeks. “So? Satisfied?”

“Enough for a quick estimation. I put you at 600 billion kilometers of cock, with a standard deviation of 5 billion. A fair size.”

“If you say so,” Tifa said, adjusting the waist of the compression cotton that held back her impossible endowment. “And yourself? Am I supposed to trust whatever number you spit out?”

“I can demonstrate, if you like. But, just now…” 2B said, pausing to look down on herself. There was the smallest hint of a bulge between her legs. “Approximately 5 billion kilometers, and counting.”

Tifa laughed. “That’s easy, then. I got you beat. Well, fair play, and best of luck in your future endeavors.” She held out a hand for 2B to shake, but the android did not take it.

“You misunderstand,” 2B said with a slight smile. “5 billion kilometers is not my size. It is how much my penis is growing every second.”

Tifa’s face darkened. “See, now I’ll need some kinda proof.”

There was a rumble from everywhere at once. 2B’s smile widened. “10 billion a second now. Seems like she likes you.” The android tossed her head. “I have a different proposition for you, Tifa. You cannot hope to beat me on cock size, but I will let you win on another condition.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Lift me.”

Tifa looked at 2B as if she were crazy. “What’s the catch?”

2B’s smile turned smug. “Off your face.”

Before Tifa knew what hit her, 2B swept her off her feet and planted her big, perfect bottom on Tifa’s head, smothering her senses entirely with curves that men and women would die to touch.

Tifa showed no such appreciation. She scowled, her pride stung at being taken by surprise, and seized the android’s thick thighs and lifted her straight upwards. “You don't have much of a sense of personal space, do you?”

“When you’ve outgrown reality, boundaries cease to have meaning.”

“Fancy. Or maybe you weren’t brought up right.” Tifa shook her head, holding 2B’s weight above her without as much as a tremble in her arms. “So? I seem to have won again. Or are you going to invent some other excuse?”

“We’re ready to start.” 2B smiled. “Brace yourself.”

Tifa hesitated. The view from below was rather lovely, so she didn’t mind waiting too much. What did 2B mean?

Then, she felt it. A push against her palms, the sensation of the android’s ass overflowing her grip, rising like dough in all directions, round, firm, and heavy. 2B’s ass grew right out of hands, and the very second that 2B registered Tifa’s realization, she hit full throttle.

2B’s ass surgedoutwards in an explosion of perfectly shaped curves, burying Tifa’s face under cheeks that could crush a sofa. The brawny brunette’s arms gave in, leaving no buffer as 2B rubbed her crotch against Tifa’s nose, her upper body disappearing inch by inch under the avalanche of scantily clad cheeks.

“I wasn’t ready!” Tifa shot back, grunting with the effort of freeing her face. She pushed back, gaining a few inches of free space as her hands sank into the heavenly softness on top of her.

“Too bad,” 2B said, a breathy tone in her voice. She was enjoying herself; even more so when her ass expanded again in another explosive surge that left only Tifa’s feet wiggling free at the base of her mountain of ass. “We can always revert to comparing cocks. Though I regret to inform you that you’ve got me excited enough to quintuple my growth rate…”

“I’ll manage,” Tifa snapped, and heaved. Her muscular form rippled and bulged, swelling with power that simply had not been there before. She put it to good use, her herculean strength moving 2B right off her face once more and held her with straightened arms. “There!”

“Ah, a shame,” 2B said. “I tried to honor your concerns about this place. I suppose there’s nothing for it.”

A light went on inside Tifa’s head. “Wait, don’t—!”

The gym never stood a chance.

There was a mighty thunderclap as 2B’s ass flattened the room, her perfectly shaped ass pouring out as if filling a vacuum. Her uniform still held, miraculously, as her naked cheeks became a wall of sensitive skin behind her, a rising hill proclaiming the magnificence of her buttocks. It was too much to ignore, even for an android; she squirmed in place, idle hands touching herself as her ass went on to crush the walls of the building and burst out beyond, all while she rocked back and forth atop her rival.

Until Tifa hulked out and threw 2B off her face.

“What was thatfor!?” Tifa demanded, picking herself up and advancing on 2B like an angry goddess. She was huge, slick with sweat, a figure cut from stone—and yet despite biceps bigger than her own head and abs toned enough to grind granite, her tits remained obnoxiously huge, never losing their perky softness. Even her stature had increased, rendering her a true, imposing amazon.

“Ah, the heroine has awakened.” 2B smirked. “An unfortunate bit of collateral damage. I can’t just let you win, of course. ”

Tifa clenched her fists. “I’ll show you collateral damage.”

“You’ll try,” 2B said. “And you’ll fail.” She inhaled. When the breath left her lungs, her ass surgedwith such sudden violence that even Tifa was taken aback. The cheeky walls expanded with the speed of a bullet, faster than even Tifa could move, mere dozens of feet of butt becoming hundreds and thousands in the blink of an eye.

Tifa retreated, but there was nowhere to run. She was claimed by the cleft of 2B’s ass cheeks, by the immense mass of sculpted backside that flattened the whole city without breaking a sweat. Then came the clench, smacking the walls of the rapidly deepening canyon in close around Tifa, who thrust out her arms to hold them from shutting on her entirely.

“How’s that?” 2B crooned, rocking back and forth on her unstoppable rear end. “Liftable?”

“Easily!” grunted Tifa, straining with the effort. Her muscles bulged and multiplied, growing out of control in her effort to resist the bottom-heavy android.

“Then you leave me no choice,” 2B said, with a distinct lack of regret in her voice. “Safety protocols… disengaging.”

There was a rumble from below. Then a cracking, a cataclysmic upheaval, as the weight of 2B’s rapidly expanding ass fractured the dirt and rock below her. Her ass grew, past the size of cities, past continents, leaving the whole doomed planet to break between her cheeks, rendered little more than a toy below her divine bottom.

“I like you, Tifa,” 2B crooned. “I think I’ll keep sitting on you for a while.”

“You can’t be serious!” Tifa cried, sweat pooling in the pocket of the ass-cleft around her.

“True. If I were serious, I’d have been growing much faster.” 2B smiled. “But, there’s time to rectify that…”

Start of Match:

Tifa

6.7E05 m ≈ 0.1 Earth

Score: 19.4

2B

2.5 E47 ≈ 28,000,000,000,000,000,000 Universes

Score: 157.4

End of Match:

Tifa

3.1 E14 m ≈ 2,800 Solar Systems

142 cocks

Score: 55.2

Wildcard: Muscle Growth

2B

6.5 E53 m ≈ 700,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Universes

95 cocks

Score: 185.3

Wildcard: Ass Growth (so much of it!)