Widowmaker Unleashed: A Hyper Futa Expansion (Overwatch Parody)

Mutagenic substances and size queens are a potent mix. 

Especially for a sultry assassin with years worth of repression to unwind...

Free Hyper Futa Expansion Flash Fiction

This is a parody of Overwatch; I do not own the names, characters, or setting.

Inciting animation by Expandinator.

Image by Chainsmoker.

Widowmaker Unleashed

SHE WAS A KILLER, cold-hearted, purged of all sensation.

So why did her cock feel so good?

Widowmaker was alone, slouched in the opulent leather chair at the head of the table of her organization’s vast conference room, as dark and empty as their top assassin was supposed to be. And yet, she did not feel that comforting void at all. If anything, she seemed to be filling up, as unfamiliar tingling sensations crept up her belly and made her liliac skin flush. She had stripped what little decency her bodysuit afforded her and let her inordinately fat girlcock hang free, tantalizing her with every minute sensation as it rose to its full, throbbing erection.

The cause was obvious. Among the tools of her trade scattered across the conference table sat a stolen case with three vials of mutagenic liquid. One of them was broken, and the stain was still wet across Widow’s crotch.

She frowned. Command would not be pleased with the loss of a vial. But she had succeeded, in the main, in obtaining a sample of Mercy’s nanobot research. The reaction with her body left her bewildered, but—she ran her fingers across her dick and shuddered at the sensation of her reinvigorated nerve endings—it was not all bad.

Widowmaker leaned her head back and sighed. There was nothing she could do about the lost sample and many hours until she would be required to rapport, in any case. Might as well enjoy herself until then. She closed her fist around her heavy shaft, still trembling as she touched the hyper-sensitive skin, and slowly worked up a rhythm, up and down.

How did it feel so fucking good? 

She moaned, not caring who might hear. Her cock felt so hot, so big, each throb sending shivers down her spine. Perhaps it should not turn her on so, feeling big, but the leggy assassin had ever been a size queen, and her inclination had only intensified after gaining a ladycock of her own. She could practically feel it swelling, its veiny girth pushing her fingers apart…

Which made it all the more gratifying when her half-lidded gaze crossed her cock and found that, no, she was not imagining things: it was bigger, her hand failing to close around the obscene shaft, and, even better, it was growing even more so. 

She gasped in surprise and even managed to blush, but it was a shallow facade, a display of how she knew she *ought* to react. But her awakening libido knew better. She stroked harder, intently focused on her cock, now, and how it swelled in her hands, inch upon inch adding to its eagerly growing length. Heavy drops of precum rolled off the tip and smeared her shaft, glistening in the gloom of the conference room. Her other hand went south, grasping her massive sac and sighing with pleasure as she felt her balls fill out against her palm, bloating bigger with every passing second.

Was this real? Widowmaker was afraid to answer that. She hardly dared breathe or make an errant movement lest the spell be broken. She sat back, staring with wanton greed as her already sizable dick became something straight out of her fantasies, a monstrous girlcock the size of a two-liter bottle and still growing. Every stroke, her squeeze, every pinch made her more hung—and now that she had established that, Widowmaker could not see herself taking her hands off her cock ever again.

A particularly pleasurable throb made her thighs clench, her luscious backside lifting from her seat as her cock lengthened by three inches all at once and practically thrust itself at her face, the messy tip landing between her breasts with a wet slap and promptly doused her face with a deluge of molten cum.

Putain! she cursed, wiping at her face to clear the mask of potent goop off her eyes. But she hardly got any further before a violent shiver passed through her half-naked body, little hairs rising along her arms. Her cum felt orgasmic, a liquid climax pouring over her naked skin. Her cock surged forward, growing another handful of inches as it wedged itself firmly into Widowmaker’s rapidly deepening cleavage; another enthusiastically accepted side effect. She massaged her breasts with the exquisite skin cream, crooning delightfully as felt them grow in her hands and peppered her cockhead with kisses of gratitude.

In hindsight, that might have been a bad idea.

The slab of dusky lilac cockflesh bloated madly between her legs, swelling from a mere third arm to a third leg and beyond. It rose past her face, thickening as it went, while her balls grew so big and heavy that they slipped beyond the edge of her seat and pulled her with them. Before she knew it, she was sitting on her massive ballsack, gurgling ominously under her perfect, round ass. The length of her feminine cock struck the conference table like a falling tree, her jets of cum shooting easily past the other end to rain her plentiful seed onto the entrance.

And still she could not stop herself. Woefully inadequate for such a mammoth member, she still drew her hands across her veiny shaft, jerking off like a woman possessed. Her legs curled around the immense girth, vaguely aware that her balls were lifting her bodily off the floor.

It kept going. Widowmaker’s monumental cock claimed foot after foot of the conference table, its incessant spurts of thick, goopy cum rising in tempo as the mother of all orgasms approached.

Widowmaker hugged her gigantic shaft, arms not even halfway around its monolithic bulk. She heard cracking noises, furniture and masonry crumbling at her advance. She did not care. Only the sensations mattered, the life flowing in her deadened nerves, the extraordinary endowments sprouting from her body. She shuddered with the pleasure that each throb of her mighty tool granted her and thrust her hips forward. The torrent of cum splashing back upon her naked skin only drove her wilder, and the sensation—hazy in her mind—of her breasts and ass growing curvier only brought more bodily contact with her blazing neurons. She thrust again, and again, moaning higher and higher until her voice cracked. She gazed down the length of the stately conference chamber, brought low by her obscene ladycock, and held her breath.

The tip of her shaft grew forward and rammed the door past the end of the table. It was all the stimulation Widowmaker needed to push over the edge and plunge into the frothing waters of her climax, a predicament that her gurgling balls quickly brought into the physical realm as they unloaded a veritable flood of semen upon the building. The door flew open, windows blowing out, as her outrageous cock came and came and came…

Widowmaker hung on to her pulsing shaft with a manic smile on her face, like an astronaut deciding to ride the outside of the rocket. She could not be happier. Her surroundings disappeared in a haze of her release, in what seemed years in the making, a feeling of bliss that wrapped around her like a comfy blanket. What happened outside of that was none of her business. She got what she wanted, the reawakening of her emotions. And, well, a few minor benefits.

As she wondered, the stolen case floated into view by her side, bopping along on the tide of cum with the two intact vials securely inside. They drew her eye like a moth to fire. 

Widowmaker bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest, and reached for the case.

Just one more.

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