Queen of Cock: Widowmaker VS 2B (Match 5)

“You know,” Mara started, “you won’t win this thing by staring each other down. I don’t have to spell it out for you, right?” The fairy slapped her crop of cocks, five fat shafts that wobbled obscenely beyond her feet as she hovered in the air by the bank of the Seine.

The fairy had chosen Paris as the battleground, giving Widowmaker a home turf advantage against 2B. How could she not with the Eiffel tower looming in the background, the perfect comparison for a growing girlcock? Mara licked her lips. She would relish dwarfing it, even if her contestants did not.

“I’m well aware of the parameters for this contest.” 2B said, keeping her face pointed squarely at the lavender-skinned assassin across the paved stones. “And my eyes are covered, so a staring contest would be pointless.”

Mara rolled her eyes. “Figure of speech. Gosh, you two. So stoic. Don’t make me cock-slap some sense into you.”

Widowmaker scoffed. “No need. I’ll handle that.” The Frenchwoman tossed her raven hair back and made her uniform shift and stretch, the tight purple fabric bulging obscenely as her flat crotch became a tent too big to fit between her infamously thick thighs.

2B, as it happened, was not daunted by a good pair of thighs. Her own was, after all, possibly the most famous in the business, left open for admiration in her tastefully revealing leotard that, like Widow’s bodysuit, was forced to contend with an outrageous amount of bulging between the legs, far more than it had ever been designed to do. And so she simply pulled it aside, the white-haired android letting her leg-dwarfing girlcock slip free with a satisfying thumpagainst her shins, her fat, hairless balls tumbling down with a faint slosh of what might have been oceans contained within her taut scrotum. “Indeed?” she asked, running one hand over the base of her enormously fat shaft.

Widowmaker narrowed her eyes. “Indeed.” Her cock exploded free with a thought, the dusky blue length surging forward like a projectile to knock the android down with its rapidly expanding mass.

2B stepped aside without as much as a raised eyebrow. She spared Widowmaker’s 40 foot monster a single glance before turning her calm visage back onto the mega-cocked Frenchwoman. “How uncouth. Should have expected as much from an assassin, I suppose.” She smoothed her ruffled hair and aimed her hips towards Widowmaker. “En garde.”

The eruption of feminine cockflesh from 2B’s crotch took Widow off her feet. For a moment, there was only chaos, as 2B’s snapped to attention and grew longer, thicker, biggerat such a staggering rate that it launched itself at her like a rocket. The android did not bother with something as trivial dozens, or even hundreds of feet; she graduated to thousands in an instant, her unstoppable girlcock tearing through the riverbank stonework to send debris and uprooted trees into the stream below, her balls swinging out gracefully behind her thick, sexy legs to crush the unfortunate street behind her.

Widowmaker dove for cover, but not fast enough. Two thousand feet of meaty android cock caught her, its veiny bulk grinding against her exposed skin as her first droplets of pre filled the river. “Putain,” she cursed, clenching her jaw before giving the wall of femmecock a shove. It did not budge.

“What was that? I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up.” 2B’s cock shot forward again, tripling in size with as much effort as it took for her to curl her lip. The city shook around her, the throb between her legs a portent of its destruction.

“Ooh!” Mara cheered from the side. “What a response! Widow brings the bullets and 2B fires back with a fucking cruise missile!”

“I’m not done yet.” Widowmaker grumbled, grunting with effort. “I’ll… gah!” She tried again to lift the multi-tonne tower off her body, but failed, the surge of her cock only managing to jostle 2B momentarily with its 100 foot length.

“You will… what?” 2B asked, a smirk on her ruby lips. Her monolithic dick swelled through the streets, sweeping everything aside as it grew from 1 mile to 2, 2 to 5, 5 to 10, leaking a slick trail of cum that could’ve impregnated a whole world, and her actual orgasm was still far off.

Even Widowmaker’s emotional conditioning could not hide the strain in her voice. “I’ll… crushyou.”

“With that little toothpick?” 2B laughed. “I came here for a challenge, but your little tower isn’t even worth my time, not to mention your own pathetic weapon.” She laid one gloved hand delicately on the base of her cock—and it might as well have been the nuclear button. Paris held its breath.

Widowmaker’s fat, blue cock throbbed and grew, shifting the Frenchwoman out from underneath 2B’s domineering girth. No pithy one-liner, no flashy acrobatics: just strength of will and the determination to have the fattest cock in the universe.

Unfortunately, 2B’s resolve could have split the Earth. And, seeing what came next, it might as well have. As the assassin’s azure shaft doubled, tripled beneath her, so did 2B’s divine dick, making the very heavens quake from its might. The alluring android caressed her cock and unleashed hell.

Her endowments obliterated the cityscape in an instant, her endlessly fattening cock growing greedily past 50 miles, 500. It sprawled across Europe, gushing an apocalyptic gout of cum that flew halfway across the planet before raining down to reduce Oceania to nothing but a steaming pool of shebull sperm, and her balls only grew fatter from the exercise.

“Mh… This is pretty fun.” 2B mused. As her studly cock destroyed the world, she paused to grab her ass, making it grow even thicker under her touch. “You can’t even rival my butt, little spider. Are you good for anything?”

The planet degenerated under the android’s assault, continental plates cracking under her weight and virility. There was nothing but 2B’s cock.

Until Widowmaker throbbedand threw her rival into space.

“What?” 2B gasped, scrambling to steady herself. “What was that?”

The answer was all too obvious. Widowmaker’s colossal cock stretched out through the solar system, catching up to 2B’s momentum from sheer size and plunging on ahead, growing so vast that its thick, veiny side was all that the android could see.

“There we go.” Widowmaker cooed, stroking herself as the sun lost itself between the wrinkles of her ballsack, the mote of light extinguishing itself with a pathetic puff of smoke. “It feels nice to let it all out, no? You know, I might be tempted to keep going…” Millions of miles became billions, the surge of her second wind rendering the solar system little more than a memory beside her mythical fuckrod. And she was only growing faster.

2B landed on Widow’s cock, finally on ‘firm’ ground, even if it continued to expand beneath her feet. “That was unexpected. The mission parameters have changed…” She looked up, her enhanced eyes zooming in on Widowmaker’s face, grinning at her from the root of her cosmic cock, a few trillion miles down the length of her shaft.

“Any agent has to deal with surprises, little robot.” Widowmaker smiled, the pulse of her erection sending shockwaves through space. “I’m happy to educate you. Not so cocky anymore, hm?”

“On the contrary,” 2B said and clenched her fists, “I’m feeling cockier than ever.” The android swung her considerable hips in Widowmaker’s direction, her mere thousand-mile cock enlarging in such a display of dickgirl dominance that it seemed to explode into being. One moment there was nothing; the next, the whole galaxy blew apart, its myriad of glittering stars strewn across 2B’s endlessly expanding cockflesh.

Now it was Widowmaker’s turn to gawk, stranded on a fold of 2B’s foreskin as her rival rearranged the cosmos around her. “You dare?” Her retaliation came swiftly, cockslapping 2B with such enthusiasm that her absurdly growing shaft took out a few thousand other galaxies in the process.

2B shook all of creation. “I do!”

The two dickchicks one-upped each other with such ardor that they hardly noticed how they outgrew everything, fighting until the universe had nothing left but their big, sumptuous cocks throbbing angrily at each other. With all that friction and passion, they needed an outlet… and as they came, the universe itself split upon, allowing their endless deluge of cum to spill into the glittering void of Potential Space, raining down jizz upon new universes in the thousands as if to knock them up with their infinite virility.

But it was not enough. Not for 2B and Widowmaker or their greedy cocks.

“Give up!” 2B called, now openly frotting Widowmaker for her pleasure. “You can’t win!”

“I can, and I will!” Widowmaker shot back, moaning as the tip of her cock smashed through a million other alternate universes. “I’m bigger, and I’ll always be bigger!”

In this space, whole universes made up the only measurable scale, and yet both women quickly outgrew it. Millions gave way to trillions, their dueling dicks growing with more alacrity and sheer, horny greed than anything before. But the further they went, the more the endless pleasure of cumming with the force of creationitself shook their minds, sapping their willpower to fight against the urge to simply surrender to their infinite orgasms.

2B struck back, panting so hard that she could only barely form the words. “I will be—” she said, pausing to throw her head back in a moan that saw another legion of glowing, round universes displaced by cock. “Bigger!”

“No. It’s me.” Widowmaker dug in, forcing her inexhaustible cock forwards. “I’m bigger. Bigger. Bigger!”

2B was at the end of her rope. She twitched helplessly, locked into her climax, so far gone that she could not even pout as Widowmaker overtook her with the finality of the cock growth champion.

Widowmaker felt a thin film surround her; a barrier, so flimsy that it seemed that nobody had thought it needed protection. But Widow was here, ready to challenge it, to tear down the very supra-universal limits of the Potential Space. She pushed through, stranding 2B on her blue dick as her cock erupted into unknown territory, free to fill it to her liking.

Somewhere beyond, in an alternate universe, another pair of dueling cocks were shoved aside—and as their owners realized by what, cried out in anguish. But there was nothing that they could do about it. There was nothing anyone could do to stop Widowmaker’s ever-fattening cock.

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Final sizes:

Widowmaker

5.4 E54 m  ≈ 6,090,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 universes

Wildcard: Longer Hair

2B

2.5 E47 m ≈ 284,000,000,000,000,000,000 universes

Wildcard: Bigger Ass.