Queen of Cock: Y'shtola VS 2B (Match 23)

Got another 3k words of futa fucking for ya. The requested wildcard for this bout was 'clone factory'. Enjoy!

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Y’shtola stepped through the rift and found herself in a world of machines. There was a cavernous hall, its ceiling lost in darkness, while all about where were blinking lights, fat bundles of wire, and square, humming boxes in a dizzying array of dimensions, from the size of a small book to that of a towering building block. This was not a place for the living; but such was the nature of 2B, her next opponent.

The android’s voice rang out from somewhere ahead. “You have arrived. Ahead of schedule. Excuse me for a moment.”

Y’shtola stepped forward, picking her path through the unfamiliar environment. “I have. Were you in the middle of something more pressing?” The sorceress touched her staff, making a clear light shine from its embedded crystal.

“You might say that,” came 2B’s reply, a hint of sarcasm in her monotone pitch, as Y’shtola turned the corner and found her hanging in place, disassembled but for her gorgeous face. She hung in a harness, the robotic nature of her torso exposed without its outer layers, her limbs awaiting attachment by the nearby array of mechanical arms.

Even Y’shtola couldn’t help but react, letting out an audible gasp before she regained her stride.  “Ah. I see.”

“More than I meant you to. But no matter. I will need a minute to get dressed.”

“I can wait outside, if you like.”

2B’s thin smile turned wry. “No, stay. You’ve come this far. Might as well have your opinion while we’re here.” The nest of machinery around her started into motion, its spindly manipulators attaching her arms and knitting them to the skin of her shoulders without so much as a single visible seam. Far more interesting, however, was the transformation of her torso as 2B’s robotic cocoon restored the layer of feminine curves and softness, rebuilding the woman over her metallic skeleton and more besides; because as her flawless, naked body was built from top to bottom, two of the multi-tooled hands lingered beside her small, shapely breasts before making a delicate injection at the side of each. 2B’s smile grew; and now, so did her breasts.

“Ah. I was wondering if you’d really stay that modest.”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t want to deprive my erstwhile visitor of her well-deserved eye candy.” 2B licked her lips, purring softly as her perfectly sculpted boobs expanded from cup size to cup size, progressing smoothly through the level of achievable bustiness to a rack size more befitting a porn star; especially potent considering the thinness of her waist. She eyed Y’shthola with a grin. “Say when.”

“Hah. So that’s the play? Are you sure it is wise to challenge me like so?” Y’shtola returned 2B’s cheeky smile and crossed her arms across her own considerable bust, which grew openly with a touch of obvious magic, her delectable cleavage growing deep enough to lose yourself into, matching 2B’s outrageous rack despite the protests of her dress.

“That is what you are here for, is it not?” 2B’s fat tits continued their unrelenting expansion, claiming superiority over her slender torso and frustrating the attempts of the mechanical arms to fit her customary leotard and black dress around her figure. Not that it was hard to be so top-heavy, given 2B’s current lack of anything below her waist, her hanging body still waiting to be connected with the most infamous part of her anatomy.

“That, and other things,” Y’shtola allowed, clearly relishing the opportunity to overwhelm her outfit with her erotic bounty. She placed a hand by her inner thigh, drawing attention to the prominent bulge that didn’t seem to exist until that moment and now dominated her loins, teasing a femmecock the size of an arm, only just contained by her skirt.

“I’m counting on it,” 2B said. “My reserves are low. I need more mass.”

“Huh. The one thing I thought you could never run out of. Or perhaps I’m thinking of your ass, instead.” Y’shtola smirked, arms subtly squeezing around her by now beach ball-dwarfing tits.

“Very flattering. Alas, that is not the case,” 2B said as her bottom half was finally assembled; all thick thighs and long, gorgeous legs, her ass so voluptuous and alluring that she made Venus look flat. She was practically a fertility goddess already—she was just getting started. “But that’s not a problem, now that you’re here.”

Y’shtola had indulged in enough hyper-sized shenanigans to guess where 2B was going, even without following the android’s hungry look at her package. She lifted her skirt, revealing the inordinately fat girlcock slumbering beneath, and returned 2B’s gaze. “Well?” she asked, smiling as she swayed her hips, and her gigantic, gurgling balls with them, “are you waiting for a formal letter of invitation?”

2B was not. She started forward, kneeling before the catgirl to take her burgeoning shaft into her arms. “Yes,” she murmured, peppering it with kisses as it grew against her, bigger and harder and bigger again. Her breasts, huge as they were, were just big enough to properly wrap around the monster, precum already pooling in her hot, tight cleavage. “You’ll do just fine.”

“My aims are higher than fine,” Y’shtola rejoindered, “but it’s a start. Just like the size of my manhood. The better to fit in my dress, don’t you agree? Among other things.”

“Try me,” 2B said, before parting her luscious lips to swallow the tip of the catgirl’s gigantic cock, titfucking and sucking her off at once to make it plain how impatient the pleasure-bot was for the shestud’s load.

“You’re right. This is no place for holding back.” Y’shtola gave a grin and snapped her fingers, transforming her dress into a far sluttier version, which accentuated her impossible curves and even more impossible cock—which, duly attended, began growing in earnest, every pulse of blood making it expand by inches at a time, longer, thicker, and more potent than before. The churning of her balls were a marvellous thing indeed, the heavy orbs hanging lower and lower as they filled with a downright dangerous amount of seed.

Just as planned.

2B worshiped eagerly at the altar of Y’shtola’s virility and received its bounty with matching zeal, moaning loudly as her belly filled with cum, inflating it to—and past—pregnant levels. It fit right in with the rest of her fertility-goddess look, her gravid belly completing the trifecta with her huge boobs and butt.

“Not bad,” Y’shtola purred, smirking at the cum-slathered android. “I see why you’re so popular.”

“No, you don’t. Not until I’ve got my ass bouncing on your hips.” 2B licked her lips. “But that’s easily remedied. If you have more cum to give.”

“Please. I have as much as you can take, and more besides. The only question is how big you can swell until you burst.”

2B stood up, markedly taller than a moment ago. “That’s the least of your concerns,” she said and caressed her bulging belly. Which… gave a kick, despite the biological impossibility of it. But then, 2B was not bound by biology. Still smiling, she spread her legs, gave a moan, and demonstrated just how fertile she was by abruptly giving birth to a copy of herself, pushing a fresh 2B out in a shower of pussy juice and traces of Y’shtola’s cum. Somehow, this copy was every bit as voluptuous as her progenitor, standing up without missing a beat and mirroring her twin’s sly smile.

“Cute trick,” Y’shtola said.

“Call it whatever you want. As long as you give us more mass.” 2B smirked, leering at the catgirl. “Unless you’re afraid we’ll drain you dry.”

Y’shtola’s erection spoke for her, throbbing so hard that the doubled 2Bs felt it from several feet away. She smiled. “Try me.”

***

In 2B’s world of machines and sharp angles, there was one refuge from the cold, hard surfaces: her bed. This was where Y’shtola laid down with her. One of the twinned 2Bs straddled the humongously hung catgirl, taking five feet of fat, throbbing cock like a champion, while the other android parked her massive ass on Y’shtola’s face, instantly marking her with a heady mix of sweat, musk, and pussy juice. Then the fucking commenced. The two white-haired goddesses rode their lover, grinding their huge, jiggling tits together as they moved their hips. The air filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their coupling and the open moans from 2B’s lips. Y’shtola would undoubtedly have joined in, if any sound could escape the tight confines between 2B’s legs; but her tongue had better things to do than vocalizing her pleasure, and 2B was thankful for it.

Their climaxes came swiftly. The pair of 2B’s squirted liberally over Y’shtola’s naked body, gushing bucketfuls of fragrant honey, while the rippling of her cunt around the catgirl’s colossal cock ensured her orgasm followed in short order. 2B’s head lolled back as her belly expanded explosively, filling to the brim with molten dickgirl seed, so much so that she could not even hope to close her arms more than halfway around it; but she was not left long to savor the bliss of her afterglow, as her twin pushed of off the inexhaustible erection to have her turn on it.

Fortunately, Y’shtola, despite having cum enough to fill several bathtubs (and looked like she had been submerged entirely in 2B’s own juices), was ready to let her have it. She flipped the eager 2B onto the bed, spread her legs, and ravished her like a demon. With every thrust, her cock grow, her balls slapping loudly against 2B’s naked skin, their increasing mass a promise (and a warning) of the consequences of her inevitable climax. 2B encouraged it; both the copy of her laying in the bed, taking everything Y'shtola had to give, and the obscenely pregnant 2B behind her, caressing Y’shtola’s backside as she watched them fuck with a hungry expression on her veiled face.

2B couldn’t resist siphoning off some of Y’shtola’s potency, even as she prepared to give birth again. As the twins rose off the bed, there could be no doubt at all how she was growing taller and curvier still, relishing Y’shtola’s reaction as she rose to 9 feet and more, towering above the catgirl.

“Oh good,” Y’shtola commented, “I guess I can stop holding back the size of my shaft.”

“Believe us,” the 2Bs intoned as they spread their legs and multiplied, pushing out another pair of perfect clones of themselves. “You’ll need everything you have to satisfy us.”

Y’shtola smiled, looking positively unruffled in the face of their quadruplet sex goddesses. Then she ran her hand down her inner thigh and gave a breathy moan—as her gigantic cock split into four, each just as enormous than before (if not more so!).

“How’s that?” she asked.

2B drooled as she stared at the sorceress’ potent sets of bulging balls. The four of her were already bending over, presenting their fat asses and drooling pussies for Y’shtola, and she wrested her eyes free for only long enough to answer the question.

“We accept. Fuck us. Please.”

Y’shtola grinned.

***

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

Y’shtola thrust into the row of curvy backsides all at once, spreading their cunts on her huge, throbbing girlcocks. It was remarkable how elegant she made it look, maneuvering each enormous erection with expert precision despite being clearly outsized by them all. She was too worked up to restrain herself, now, and each throb made them swell faster than before, too horny and eager to hold back. Five feet became fifteen, a confusion of domineering ladydick, her bloating sets of balls swollen enough to drown even 2B’s cavernous boudoir in her tar-thick cream. And yet she was under no illusion that the ravenous androids would let her waste a single drop outside their tight, fertile slits. Already, she gushed what might have been rivers of cum into 2B’s waiting wombs, and she hadn’t even hit her climax.

2B put it all to good use. Her own pretence of restraint had evaporated in the heat of passion, her robotic detachment overruled by the flame of her fleshy arousal. Every gush of cum that bloated her belly soon found itself rerouted to make her bodies bloom, pushing her insanely curvaceous figure onto new extremes, tits and asses far too big to even try to reach around, providing so much round, squeezable backside for Y’shtola that the catgirl all but drowned in her. And that was before factoring in how tall 2B grew; at first to match Y’shtola’s cock—or maybe that was the excuse—and then because it was too arousing not to. 2B rose, dwarfing Y’shtola even on all fours; 15 feet tall, 20, 25, she kept on getting bigger and sexier, moaning all the harder as her gloriously erotic visage made her lover throb like mad…

And cum; bloating the four giantesses’ bellies too big to even hope to reach the floor.

“Mmh. Good,” 2B murmured, rubbing herself as Y’shtola’s cocks popped free. “More. I want more.” She might have drowned in her own curves at that point, but that didn’t stop her from making them bigger. It was her womb, however, that received her immediate attention, as 2B turned to making more of herselves.

“So I see,” Y’shtola mused, enjoying the sight of the fresh 2B’s joining the fold, four divinely shaped beauties pushing themselves free of their mothers’ pussies with remarkable ease. It was a mind-bending feat, really, a 30 foot tall giantess birthing an equally huge copy of herself, but Y’shtola, with her ever-growing cocks, was hardly the woman to raise an objection.

This time, however, 2B didn’t stop at doubling. By the time her first copy was free, she began birthing a second, the new androids pressing out head-first with a voracious look on their faces as their eyes fell on Y’shtola. The pregnant androids flipped onto their backs and stroked their bellies—they had hardly diminished at all in size, still brimming with cum—and let them launch into their third clonebirth without delay.

Twelve 2Bs seized Y’shtola with their veiled eyes. 

“More.” 

“Ah,” Y’shtola said, sensing the change. “We’re done playing games, I see. Here for the serious breeding, hm?”

2B was too enraptured to spare a pithy reply. All twelve of her gigantic selves kneeled over Y’shtola, their immense tits forming an impenetrable canopy above her, their wide hips and soft thighs a forest around her; or more precisely, a prison—with the only offered keyholes being their plump, fertile cunts. Behind them, a series of grunts and wet sounds revealed the conclusions of another cycle of clone-production, bringing the total of un-impregnated 2Bs up to 16.

“Well,” Y’shtola shrugged, “when in Rome…” She leaned back on the bed and willed her cocks to multiply, their growth spurring on a murmur of husky moans from high above.

Then they were upon her.

***

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Y’shtola shuddered and came again, roaring her orgasm though her throat felt raw and feeble. Rivers, lakes of molten cum moved at once, rushing through her monumental girlcocks to fill the waiting wombs and slake 2B’s thirst. But she could not. It was endless.

2B’s lust. Her size. Her greed.

A dozen giantesses rode Y’shtola to orgasm, growing big and fruitful as they accepted her offering. Then half a hundred of her demanded their due, already rising into the hundreds of feet and only growing faster as they mounted her, rendering Y’shtola little more than a toy, a dwindling tin soldier beneath the mountainous masses of perfect tits, thick thighs, and steaming hot pussies.

She did the only thing she could; to match their size and their lust, providing even more cocks than 2B could handle; but that only lasted until the next round of cloning, which left 500 insatiable androids towering above her.

Likewise, pushing 2B on size was futile; she only moaned harder as her cunt stretched; but soon, she took Y’shtola’s skyscraper-dwarfing shafts to the hilt and demanded more, rising far into the sky as the clap of her cheeks shook the continent.

“More!” she called, thousands of lusty faces peering down at her sorcerous plaything. “Give it to me! Yes, yes, yesss!”

The crash of her orgasm shook the world. Her world. Was there really anything else? 2B was all Y’shtola could perceive, an endless expanse of ever-growing giantesses, only divided by their state of pregnancy; the ones that had received her load were and would continue to be pregnant, producing an unceasing stream of clones without the least sign of diminishment; the rest worked to become so, mile-tall titanesses mobbing the catgirl in their midst.

“Damn it all,” Y’shtola murmured to herself, trying to catch her breath before the next million cunts came upon her (and came upon her, too, working to submerge the planet in their squirt). “You got me, after all. Ah well,” she shuddered as an army of 2B’s revitalized her cocks with their luscious lips and nimble tongues, “I guess there’s worse ways to lose. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts…”

“You think we’ll ever stop?” 2B asked, laughing. “You’ve much to learn, kitten. Now…” A billion of her voices rose up, speaking as one, “give us more!”

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