Queen of Cock: Liara VS Widowmaker (Patreon)

The wind was alive, whirling up red and yellow autumn leaves into the air of the mountainous valley that was to be the next battleground of cock. It played along the surface of the stream, played over the grass, and sent the trees creaking and waving their branches, as if they were spectators, excited to watch the wonder unfold. If you closed your eyes and listened, it was almost as if it carried a voice, the low howling of the wind whispering a single word, over and over.

“More.”

Mara, the steadfast fairy referee, was unmoved. She was too busy frowning at a parade of visions flashing in front of her face, a dimensional rift that shifted and opened into a new reality every time she waved her hand in front of it.

“Where the hell isshe?”

“Maybe she got cold feet,” Widowmaker suggested. “She wouldn’t be the first.” Her expression was only moderately smug, showing real restraint on behalf of the leggy assassin.

“Shut it. If your damn dick hadn’t stirred up the multiverse, I would have an easier time looking.”

Widowmaker placed a hand on the obscene bulge in her crotch, which fattened obediently and made her bodysuit creak as it stretched around the beachball-dwarfing set of humps.

“I haven’t got the faintest idea of what you mean.”

Mara spared a moment to glare at her. “Yeah, go on, fill this universe too. See if I’ll count that if Liara hasn’t even arrived.” She kept swiping her view through different dimensions, shaking her head. “Fucking hell, your dick is still filling most of these. I’ve gotta be able to find a Liara somewhere!”

Widowmaker shrugged. “Better get used to it.”

The images shifted, flashing through cosmic starscapes, scenes from old-timey towns, modern cities, and futuristic space stations. And lots of dicks. Most of them the same dusky lavender as befit Widowmaker’s complexion. But not all. Not yet.

“Aha!” Mara said triumphantly as her view became all blue, the window suddenly filled with the blue spacebabe that she was looking for. But, as she reached in to pull her through, she paused and stared at the city-full of nothing but Liaras that she had poked her head into. “Wait, why are there so many of you? Holy fuck.”

“Oh? Did you find me a worthy challenge?” Widowmaker said.

“No, that’d be against the rules. Least for the start.” Mara made a face. “Screw it, I can do better.” She flipped through images again, even faster now, until, at last, she located what she wanted: A Liara in her quarters, alone and unspoilt.

“Too far in the other direction,” Widowmaker opined. “Look at her. Does she even have a penis?”

“She’s an Asari, of course she does. And if she’s not up to your standards yet,” Mara said, her smile widening, “well, I’ll just have to make her, won’t I?”

***

Liara felt a tingle between her legs.

It was normal, albeit stronger than usual. She’d been cooped up in meetings all day, nodding along to an unending series of self-important time-wasters. Liara was mild and restrained; her cock was anything but, growing bigger and harder between her legs with every passing hour. She needed relief. Girls like her weren’t made to be reasonable all day long.

Fortunately, she reached her apartment in time before the urge to strip naked and jack off like a repressed nympho became too much to handle. Stepping inside, her bodysuit immediately decompressed, unwrapping itself from her azure body to prevent structural damage, revealing, as a side effect, a far curvier Asari than her formal appearance would imply. Her modest chestpiece melted away, releasing a gorgeous pair of blue tits far larger than her own head. Her hips and thighs thickened considerably, aching for the blessed freedom of nudity, her ass going from merely ‘nice’ to head-turning. And finally the not at all subtle bulge between her legs all but exploded, her fat 2-foot cock surging free with a heavy slap against her legs before it jumped up, hard and ready.

Liara needed to unwind—and she intended to do just that.

She found herself in her sound-proofed bedroom before long, titfucking her messy, pre-covered shaft as she moaned herself hoarse, in between sultry kisses to her enormous, sensitive cockhead. Her orgasm came hard and fast, sending her sprawling on the bed, back arched, as she fired several gallons of molten girlcum into the air and between her legs, cumming across the room without a care for what she hit. There was a reason she kept the interior spartan in the extreme; anything less than a power wash would be useless for cleaning up her climaxes.

But clean-up was a distant thought in her mind, hardly a concern for the present. A single orgasm would never sate Liara. She luxuriated in her afterglow for a moment, enjoying the tingling that ran through her body and the sheer indulgent heat coming off her cock, its sexual scent filling her nostrils like a perfume. Was it bad that she turned herself on so much? Maybe. But until she found someone who could keep up with her, she might as well enjoy it.

That’s when it happened. Mara reached in from nowhere… and gave Liara a push.

The effect was immediate. Liara tensed up like a bowstring, her hips pushing off the cum-soaked bed sheets as an incredible feeling built up inside her.

“W-what the… oh, goddess!” Liara gasped, overtaken by otherworldly pleasure. She squirmed on the bed, her hands going straight back to her cock and cunt, both swelling with immediate, impatient need, as if she’d been denying herself for weeks instead of justhaving cum her brains out. But this insatiable surge of horniness wasn’t even the main effect; no, that honor belonged to the dramatic transformation that followed, triggering as soon as she laid hands on her cock. A strange pressure built up in her backside, her skin growing so sensitive that a passing breeze might have made her moan, before it finally released and revealed the true nature of her changing body: her legs duplicated, a copy of her pelvis moving backwards, as Liara became a human—or Asari, to be specific—taur, blessed with four legs joined by an extension of her spine that at once felt alien and perfectly natural.

Liara gawked at herself, craning her neck as she curled back on the bed to take in her new changes. She felt shocked, sure, but it never even had a chance to affect her mood before it was smothered by her all-encompassing euphoria and lust at her new sexy self. Because not only did she possess another set of gorgeous legs—not to mention that her new ass was even bigger and rounder than before—the transformation had brought more gifts that adorned her newly grown body.

Breasts. Cocks. Balls. Even another set of pussies. Liara all but drooled at the sight of herself, quick to reach down and caress the new pairs of breasts that hung between her front and back legs. They were lovely and far bigger than her regular set—just like her new cocks, a pair of thick, veiny shafts large enough to rival her own legs before they were even fully hard. A heavy pair of balls belonged to each of them, churning faintly with the promise of obscenely excessive cumshots to come. And finally, tucked away between her scrotums and her cheeks, she found her two new cunts, plump and wet.

Was she dreaming? If so, she didn’t dare risk waking herself up with a pinch herself—not before she had had a chance to enjoy the erotic wonderland of her body.

Liara arched backwards without thinking, finding her new limbs as natural to move as if she’d always had them. If not for their obscene size, she would have struggled to touch her penises; but as it were, they reached all the way to her front-most set of legs, easy to touch and tease. Which, obviously, just made them swell bigger as they hardened and throbbed.

Not to be outdone, her breasts—new and old—swelled in place, their sensitivity skyrocketing as they grew bigger, rounder, and—Liara soon discovered—milkier than before. A quick touch here, a loving squeeze there, and milk gushed in streams down her curves, adding to the mess of cum that covered the room. Now equipped with her far more cocks, she was eager to expand it.

The Asari-taur curled up on her bed, tit-fucking her upper and lower sets at once, with her hands busying themselves where they could. Her moans filled the air, mixing freely with the wet sounds of her glistening skin slapping against skin, gouts of precum and pussy juice and milk squirting forth in volumes that the occupants of the whole damn skyscraper combined would struggle to produce. And Liara loved it.

Charged with sexual energy, Liara made herself cum in no time at all, her eyes rolling back as the wave of pleasure struck her mind and overloaded her senses completely. For a time, she dissolved, hardly aware of her own physical body as the magnitude of her orgasm washed over her. Then, finally, after what might as well have been an eternity, the world disappearing and reforming around her, she became aware of herself once more, panting desperately for breath on a pile of her own hot, sweaty limbs and cocks and breasts.

Then it hit her. That tell-tale tingle around her tailbone. Liara recognized it instantly, jerking upright and turning to stare at her backside, which began to swell and transform once more.

“Holy shit. A-again…?” she stammered, hardly believing what she saw. But if she didn’t trust her eyes, she had to trust the sensations coursing through her elongating body.

Another set of legs. Another segment to her taur-body, shifting backwards. It was undeniable that her ass grew larger with every iteration, now, her backmost legs visibly thicker, curvier, and stronger than the last. And the reason was obvious: they had to support the monstrous cocks and breasts that sprung into being on her fresh, new taur-body. Four cocks this time, impossibly crammed into the space between her legs. Impossibly, because these four cocks, as thick and juicy as she could ever have wished for, were twice as big as her previous set: more than 10 feet long, big enough to smother her own regular body before she turned into a taur. Her breasts, likewise, had doubled up: four sets on this new segment, so enormous and perfect that the dark blue teardrops rested on the ground, even while standing, lactating by the bucketfuls at the drop of a hat. And even if she had trouble seeing her new cunts, she could feel them just fine: four gigantic, fertile pussies, clits the size of footballs grinding against each other and making her shiver by their mere presence.

It was incredible. It was pornographic. It was wonderful.

Liara struggled to think straight through the cloud of lust produced by her magnificent body at rest. She was shivering and hot, her breath unsteady and brow beaded with sweat. But even in the state she was in, one thing was clear.

She wanted more.

Liara slid off the bed that could no longer hope to hold her, stretching her six legs with a supernatural grace that belied the complexity and the sheer weight involved in moving her incredible mass around the room—a weight that, curiously, did not seem to apply to her, though it certainly didn’t save the building around her from creaking and groaning at the load.

She padded into the open living room of her apartment, anticipating her forthcoming lack of space. Her backmost hips alone made it a struggle to fit through the doorway, to say nothing of her gigantic tits and cocks and balls, sliding through one at a time. It made her all the more exciting, looking back over herself with a giddy grin as she reveled in how overwhelming she had become—and how much crazier she was about to be.

Liara straddled her sofa, instantly drenching it in precum and pussy juice, the flows of which only grew stronger as she noted with satisfaction (and more than a little lust) that the piece of furniture struggled to hold just one of her mammoth cocks, let alone all four between her hindmost legs. Four pairs of beanbag chair-dwarfing balls dragged behind her, growing more potent by the second. The whole experience was way too much of a turn-on—which made every part of her grow bigger, which turned her on, which made her grow…

Safe to say, her next orgasm was quick and cataclysmic. Her frontmost pair of sexes came like a rainstorm, but neither cock nor cunt could compare to the sheer erotic power of her newly grown artillery, her supersized members and slits gushing cum with such force that the room flooded before the first minute of her climax had passed. And as it turned out, Liara, in her hyper-sexual state, could cum for many, manyminutes at a time!

She shivered, fucking herself hard, even mid-orgasm. There was no refractory period, there was no pause—her body wanted her touch, wanted pleasure, and there were no longer any limits to how much of it she could feel. It was chaos and she charged through it willingly, barely holding on to her sanity as her cumshots rained upon the walls and windows, shaking the apartment around her.

The next stage in her evolution was already on the way. Why wait for her climax to finish? She needed more now! And her fourth set of legs, obediently surging out behind her, brough it.

Eight new cocks. Eight new pairs of breasts. Both sets so large that her toes lifted off the ground, no chance of even touching the floor again, despite her hindmost legs looking more fit for a woman twice her size. Hard cocks and soft breasts filled her apartment, dark blue flesh pouring forwards, 20, 30 feet ahead of her. Really, her balls alone would have struggled to fit inside the spacious living room. Along with the rest of her? No chance in hell.

The walls encroached on all sides, boxing her in. But Liara had better things to do than take notice of the stab of claustrophobia. She was still cumming, awash with orgasmic sensations a thousand-fold stronger than the mere inconvenience of running out of room; and truthfully, if she had noticed, it would only make her hornier to know the trouble that she was making.

Her new cocks and cunts came into the world already mid-orgasm. There was no longer any hope for the structural integrity of her apartment. The walls crumbled, the panoramic windows blew out. Cum gushed out as a tumultuous waterfall, swiftly followed by Liara herself, her body growing eagerly into the unoccupied space. In a moment of lucidity, she became aware of the sky opening up around her as her weight pulled her out the side of the skyscraper. The sudden rush of air caught her attention, but failed to cause concern; and a moment later, her fall slowed to leave her simply hovering in the air beside the glittering glass structure. She was enjoying her dream, and a pesky detail like ‘gravity’ wasn’t going to stop her.

“By the stars, what a rush…” Liara took a deep breath, admiring her view. She hung so far up in the air that the futuristic urban landscape beneath her looked like a model. But even here, her eyes were drawn to her own form and to the mirror image afforded by the windows beside her. And already, the moment of peace was passing as the storm proceeded and the eye left her.

She looked hot. Hotter than anything she could have imagined. Liara swayed gently in the air as she inspected herself, shifting her fertile hips, showing off her sexy legs. And below, hanging far beyond her feet, her gargantuan breasts, her cocks and her numerous balls. Even her pussies were getting big enough to bulge out between her legs, drooling endless streams of honey that rained into the empty air below. In all the excitement, even her first set of endowments had grown massive: her tits hung to her hips, her cock was nearly as tall as herself, and the plump lips of her pussy reached halfway to her knees. And like clockwork, everythingdoubled as she went down to her second set of legs, to the third, to the fourth. She was a goddess, erotic excess incarnate.

Liara giggled to herself. No, that wasn’t true. It wasn’t the hottest thing she could imagine. She could be… more!

Fortunately, that was only a thought away. The floating multi-taur tilted her head back, moaning madly, as her fifth set of legs sprang into being, a fresh challenge to the concept of euclidean physics: 16 ever-fattening cocks sat between her legs, so gigantic that the tips dangled a hundred feet below before they started to harden. Her equally numerous breasts and balls and cocks bulged out around her thighs, swelling in any direction they could to assert themselves and flaunt Liara’s impossible excess.

This time, she didn’t even wait to cum before taking the next step. Her sixth set of legs, carrying 32 fresh sets of everything with them. The seventh came swiftly thereafter, followed by the eight, ninth, tenth. Why should she stop growing? Why should she stop feeling so good, feeling better with every insane iteration added to her body? Liara smiled indulgently, moaning to herself and the world at large as she squeezed her monumentally thick thighs around a hundred cocks at once, two hundred, four hundred, willing herself to cum, to grow, to multiply. Her body pleasured itself automatically, her endless erogenous zones grinding each other to orgasm again and again. A thousand of her clits throbbed in unison, grinding together with tits and cocks as her cum rained down from above, flooding the urban center beneath her. It’s not like they needed it for anything important, anyway. What could be more important than her? Her pleasure? The floating goddesses continued to grind, continued to moan, touching herself indulgently as her many-fold endowments grew towards the ground.

“More…” she murmured, as her army of cocks grew to rival the skyscrapers around her.

“More…!” she chanted, grinding the thousand breasts of a single segment of her body into the ground, hard, fattening nipples the size of building blocks erupting with milk.

“More!!!” she demanded, thrusting her hips as her endlessly lengthening body wrapped around the city, the country, the whole planet, drowning it in her hot, enticing flesh.

There was no stopping her now. Thousands became millions. Millions became billions. Liara kept doubling, locked in a loop of greed and lust. As her cocks turned towards the stars, plunging ahead into the cosmos, while the planet vanished between the folds of her endless pussies, even the goddess herself had lost the chance to slow down her ascent—or her spiral—into mind breaking depravity. No pinch would wake her up or save the universe from her lust.

“More!” she moaned, and the universe obeyed, fading out in a wave of cum and cocks and breasts and balls and…

***

“Well?” Mara said, “will that be enough for you?” She shot a knowing glance at Widowmaker.

“Certainly more of a challenge than before. I might even have to try.”

“Hah! A few more comments like that and I’ll start splitting her sideways, too. Maybe a few billion clones born per second. See if you’ll like them apples.”

Now it was Widowmaker’s turn to smile. “Ah, yes. I did sense that you were holding back. But have no fear; I’ll do no such thing. I intend to win, after all.”

Mara giggled. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll hold you to that!” The fairy snapped her fingers and merged their reality with that of Liara’s. As an eternity of blue cocks faded in around them, Widowmaker slipped out of her suit and released her hyper-compressed penis, the dark, purple shaft striking the azure background with a slap that reverberated through the multiverse.

“That got her attention” Mara said, vanishing before the very concept of space got smothered between their colossal godcocks. “Have fun!”

Widowmaker shook her head at the spot where Mara had been and turned away, towards the center of the galactic spiral of taurbodies. She smiled.

“I intend to. Time to show this amateur what infinity really means…”

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