Growth Cards 2 (OW): Round 2

D.Va - Big Get Bigger

Tracer - Charity

Widow - Big Get Bigger

Mei - Steal, Minor

Mercy - Big Get Bigger

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It took ages for the doll-sized D.Va to clamber onto the table. Her card helpfully resized itself to fit in her hand, though it made it all the more humiliating when the rest of the players had to lean in close to read the tiny text on its front.

“Big Get Bigger,” Tracer read aloud. “Are you sure that’s the kind of thing you wanna be playing right now?”

“Do I have a freaking choice?” D.Va cried, scowling up at her gigantic rival. “That’s the card you dealt me!”

“I guess not.” Tracer gave a light shrug. “So, does everyone here grow, then? We’re all big in some sense. Or is it only the biggest…?” She looked over at Mei and Mercy, towering over the lavishly stocked table.

“I might guess,” Widow said laconically.

Mei waved her hands as all eyes turned to her. “Really, guys, I don’t need any more right now. I’m good as I am.” 

But Mercy wouldn’t let her get off the hook that easily. “You have to let yourself enjoy it, darling. Lean into it. Indulge. Let yourself bloom.” Mercy hook her arm around Mei’s waist, caressing her side. She hadn’t downright told her friends about her size fantasies, but she wasn’t doing much to conceal them at this point. “There’s no choice, at this point. You and I are the biggest players, and we’re about to become so much bigger.”

Mei gasped sharply, shivering as the words came true. Little by little, inch by inch, her abundantly bodacious form expanded, her seat buckling, then bending entirely, as the already amazonian woman doubled in size, up to a staggering 26 feet tall. She and Mercy were true giantesses, now, and only the nanobots working on overdrive kept them clothed as their hips widened and their breasts grew.

“M-maybe it’s not so bad,” she ventured.

“I hope so, darling. Because we’re not done.”

“What? But I thought—” Then Mei shuddered again, as the lingering Copycat effect she had from last turn made the card trigger all over again—and made her and Mercy double in size for the second time!

“Merde.” Widow grimaced at the two and their deepening shadows. She had to move sideways to avoid Mei’s enormous ass, claiming more and more space by the table as she and Mercy were forced to scoot backwards and sit on the floor, the grand atrium already starting to feel small. 

“You can say that again. Bloody hell, how’re we gonna catch up to that?” Tracer glanced down at D.Va. “No offence.”

“With Grit and Determination!” D.Va said. “And with loads of skill. Now play some cards, please, so we can get on with it. I don’t wanna gawk up at those huge noobs longer than I have to.”

“Sure. I’ve got a card,” Tracer said. “Charity. Which means… I get to nominate someone else to grow?”

Widow laughed. “A marginal improvement. Let me guess, you’re not selecting me.”

“Anyone but them!” D.Va cried feverishly, though she needn’t have worried. Mei and Mercy were kissing, barely paying attention to the game or the tiny women between them. They were ten times Widow’s size and more than sixty times that of D.Va: a staggering difference by any measure.

“Have no fear,” Tracer promised, “I’ll give you a hand. Though, you’ll need more than one favor to get back into this game.”

“Hmf. I’ll take it.” D.Va shivered, growing half again as large—which sounded great, though in absolute terms was little more than 4 inches of height. The first steps of many on her way back, after Mercy’s merciless ambush.

“Unfortunately, I can offer no good news,” Widow said. “I have one of those very same cards. Big Gets Bigger. If I didn’t know better, I’d think somebody had stacked the deck.”

“Believe me, If I had cheated, you’d know,” Tracer said, laughing and shaking her head. “Looks like we’re about to run out of space imminently…”

“W-wha? What’s that…?” Mei’s voice was gentle and sweet, but even that part of her was affected by her size change, booming across the room.

“It’s time, Mei. To become even more wonderful.” Mercy practically had hearts in her eyes, adoring the Chinese giantess as both of their voluptuous forms quivered in anticipation of their coming growth spurt.

“But we’re already so big!” No amount of Buts in the world, of course, could halt the inevitable. Mei sank back, biting her lip, as her body exploded bigger. She couldn’t not cum from the whirlwind of sensation, flooding her panties—then the actual floor—as her head crash through the glass ceiling as if it wasn’t even there and her ass, leggings and all, swept across the atrium to claim more space for her unstoppable curves. A full 104 feet tall, gigantic by any measure, she was so disorientated by the shift in relative size of everything around her that she could hardly play on.

But Mercy was too hungry to let the game end there. “Come,” she said, taking Mei’s hand and guiding her to play her next card. “Let us see what more is in store.”

Steal, Minor.

“Steal?” Mei said. “But I don’t want to steal from anybody…”

“Take my size!” Mercy said, barely keeping herself together. “I demand it! You’ll become grander than ever.”

“Sheesh. Desperate much?” Tracer quipped from below.

“You want that she take your size instead?” Widow asked.

“Well no, but she could at least pretend not be so thirsty for making Mei larger.”

“I could use a size-simp like that,” D.Va squeaked from below.

Neither commentary nor hesitation prevented the end result, as Mei acquiesced to Mercy’s suggestion in the end. None of the smaller girls would appreciate having their meagre size zapped away, after all, so choosing Mercy was a no-brainer. And Mei, despite her protests, couldn’t hope to disguise her orgasmic rapture as she received fully half of her fellow giantess’ height, now taking the lead by herself for the first time—and with such an overwhelming scale that it felt impossible for anyone to catch up. But nothing was impossible in this game of growth—despite Mercy’s insistence to play favorites.

“I’m so glad you did that,” Mercy said, brushing debris out of her hair with effortless ease, lingering between Mei’s plump thigh and the gaming table below. “Because I, in fact, also have that same card. And now you, my lovely, get to enjoy a Big Get Bigger all to yourself.”

“Oh, come on!” Tracer and D.Va called out at once. Widow merely rolled her eyes.

“Again!? Mercy, you can’t keep doing this.” Mei pushed herself away feverishly in anticipation of her growth spurt, clearing space and knocking down walls without a second thought.

“Oh, but I can. And besides, you are the one that keeps getting larger. Like a growing girl should.” Mercy was touching herself openly now, grinding her whole body against Mei’s leg as the latter fought the shuddering pulses of expansion for as long as she could. But despite her willpower, it got her in the end—just like she did the remains of the building’s walls, the whole Overwatch atrium falling to pieces around the unstoppably expanding giantess.

“What a nice game,” Tracer mused.

“Eh. At least I got some toys out of it,” Widow mused, hefting her enormously fat girlcocks. “We might take them for a spin, no?”

“Hey! Shut up with that quitter talk!” the miniature Korean yelled. “We’re done when I say we’re done. Tracer! Deal some fucking cards!”

***

D.va - 1.2 feet

Tracer - 8.25 feet

Widow - 5.5 feet - 2 x 1-foot cocks

Mei - 153 feet

Mercy - 52 feet