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Queen of Cock: Liara VS Toriel (Match 28)
🕑 Added 2024-05-21 13:17:06 +0000 UTC“Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered how it all works,” Liara said. “How you can fit a cock the size of a skyscraper between your legs, let alone a dozen of them.”
Toriel offered a shrug. “It just does. Isn’t that enough?” Then she turned her eyes downwards, a guilty little smile flashing on her lips. “Besides, I’ve done far better than that.”
“We both have. The point is, you have to be curious about these things. How does it work? Why does it work? Is the space-time continuum really going to endure us turning all of creation into a condom again and again?”
“It will have to. I’m certainly not getting any less productive,” Toriel replied. “I did try abstinence for a brief period—what do they call it, No Knot November?—and when I eventually gave in, the result was nothing less than cataclysmic. And yet we’re all still here.” Toriel had the decency to blush, just a smidgen, as she patted the barrel-sized bulges between her legs, neatly clothed beneath the drapes of her dress. “It feels like my girls have only ever been filling faster since that time. Maybe as a reminder…”
“Very likely,” Liara said. “It’s not unheard of for particularly size-hungry futas to intentionally refrain from orgasm in order to super-charge their natural growth rate… Not that I’d know anything about that,” she said, briefly glancing away. The azure-skinned alien was dressed in a bodysuit that hugged her hyper-voluptuous form, with several layers of audibly straining compression tech arrayed around her equally monstrous cock bulge, little warning lamps going off now and again whenever her thoughts went astray and the true size of her hidden packages multiplied obscenely out of sight.
Toriel gave her a knowing smile. “Of course. It would be somewhat hedonistic to edge yourself, just to see how many extra balls you might be able to grow before your climax, wouldn’t it? Unbecoming for someone of our social standing. My record, by the way, is fifty million. Not that this means much, since I invariably shatter my record every time I try. Does that help sate your scientific curiosity at all?”
The attractive goatmom’s mild, pleasant manner stood in sharp contrast to the destructive potential of her packages, hidden from sight, yet no less awe inspiring from being tucked into a conveniently orthogonal dimension. Both women had enough mass between them to grind a black hole to dust between them, their concealed cocks constantly growing, multiplying, eager to fill up all available space with their mass and their equally endless seas of cum. But that wasn’t a reason to impede their conversation.
“Less than you might expect. We are, after all, rather alike.” Liara spread her hands. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy this aspect of my biology. I’m merely puzzled why we, especially, are so prone to growing more penises at such a staggering rate. Almost anything I do appears to trigger their multiplication; touching myself, not touching myself. Fucking, not fucking. Thinking dirty thoughts, not thinking dirty thoughts… I can hardly remember the last time I woke up to a forest of morning wood an order of magnitude larger than the night before.”
“And yet,” Toriel said, “you have not sought out any way to stop it, have you?”
Now it was Liara’s turn to blush. “Like I said, I don’t deny enjoying it. It’s just… somewhat alarming to find your bits violating all manner of laws of physics and biology, no? Growing more cocks in a night than might be found on any given planet?”
Toriel laughed gently. “Peculiar, sure. Not alarming. What did euclidean geometry ever do for me, I ask? I can do without.” There was a rumble between her legs, signifying a growth spurt so monumental that the vibrations from the pocket dimension carried all the way back to here. Toriel gave a blissful sigh. “Especially with every new growth spurt just feeling better and better. Who could want less of that?”
Liara nodded, idly rubbing her own straining bulge, the warning lamps lighting it up like a Christmas tree. “It’s hard to resist, true.”
“Right? So why even try?” Toriel said. “It’s so much more enjoyable to simply give in and go with the flow. Hows and whys be damned. And if you need to do any more science on the concept of impossible growth, I’m sure our little fairy friend would be happy to be your test subject.”
“Hey!?” Mara’s high-pitched voice replied from a little ways off, “who’re you calling little!?”
***
Mara was, technically, the referee for the whole contest. But given the self-evident nature of winning any match and the ‘anything goes’ approach to the rules, she had slid into the more amusing roles of ‘agitator’, and, when required, announcer. But with the competition having settled into a steady rhythm, her services had not been needed for a while, thus leaving the overhung fairy to the far more important task of enjoying herself and her bountiful winnings.
She wasn't supposed to bet on these things. But she had. Mara always had cock to spare; wagering a few was easy. Especially when you cheated. And, as the contest had made so abundantly clear, doubling up a few times in a row quickly turns your numbers astronomical. Especially with 30 matches to bet on. And Mara wasn’t content to merely double.
So it was that, by now, she constituted the ‘arena’ for Toriel and Liara; just one of her cocks big enough to provide a seemingly endless flat plane for them to stand on, a stretch of her chubby erection, big enough to lose a planet in a fold of foreskin without even noticing. And that was just one of her innumerable shafts, a single soldier in the army of her pleasure that drowned the diminutive pixie’s mind.
That was how Toriel and Liara found her, humping herself without a modicum of shame, every stroke and twitch and shudder provoking a fresh moan from her lips. “More!” she called, “Bigger! More! Bigger!”
“Well,” Liara started, “it’s a simple mantra, but, admittedly, she’s more pure in her intentions than most.”
“Is that better or worse?” Toriel mused. “To not even consider restraining yourself?”
“Hm. Might cross into narcissism if left unchecked. Potentially problematic.”
“W-what’s that supposed to mean!?” Mara demanded, her voice shaken by a particularly pleasurable growth spurt—and complimentary orgasm—that rocked her 6 inch tall body, her tits exploding out bigger in concert with her world-sized gigacocks. “The only problem here is that I’m not growing faster!”
Liara smirked. “I was going to ask if you had any concerns about violating conservation of mass beyond the point of repair and turning your crotch into an eldritch jungle of peni, but that seems rather superfluous.”
“Jungle? Hah! More like, an infinity of fat, juicy girlcocks. And still adding!”
“Mh. Close, but not quite,” Toriel murmured, her eyes briefly closing as she took stock of the fairy and did the math in her head. “Cute, though.”
“Cute?! I’ll give you cute, you big—oh, fuck!” Mara shuddered, her threats cut off by another surge between her legs. “So many…!”
“I thought you’d like that,” Toriel said. “You are still getting some of our growth for your official role in the tournament, right? A few percentage points of everyone participating?” She chuckled at the fairy, squirming uncontrollably on the ‘ground’ before them; it wasn’t hard to make the connection between the subtle rumbling and twitch of Toriel’s immense cockbulge and the violent shivers shooting through Mara.
“Ah, is that so?” Liara said. “Devious indeed. You made a good deal, huh?”
“It’s alright,” Mara admitted, still writhing in place. Her face practically glowed, flushed and sweaty, and she all but doubled over when Liara eased up on her own restraints. All around, the world seemed to vibrate and rumble like faraway thunder, as the already astronomical endowments between the fairy’s legs doubled and redoubled and… “Oh, f-fuck yes. More, more, mooore…”
“Yes, indeed. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage,” Toriel said. “After all, we’re both too big to reasonably compare our sizes any more.”
“Ah, using Mara as a proxy?” Liara said. “Yes, I can see that. She doesn’t seem like she’d object.”
“Object to what? I’m nobody’s object?!” Mara slurred, drunk on lust. She looked up, but her eyes were unfocused, struggling to settle on either woman above her. “Lemme just… cum a few dozen times… and I’ll be clear and ready to kick your ass—oh god oh god oh goood!”
“That’s the spirit! Well?” Toriel said, facing Liara, her monumental cockbulge already swelling despite its true size being confined to another (unfortunate) reality.
“I accept, of course,” Liara said. She widened her stance and swung her own tremendous tent to bump against the goatmom’s, the very moment of contact seeming to make the universe hold its breath.
Mara, meanwhile, threw her head back, crying herself hoarse with pleasure as her ever-fattening bouquet of cocks abruptly pierced through the galaxy, a thousandfold bigger in the blink of an eye. And then a thousand times bigger than that, again and again, forcibly ascending the fairy in a burst of frenetic growth-gasms. “Fucking hell,” she gasped, grinding her hips as space folded in fright between her legs, rushing to accommodate her countless freshly grown packages, whole galactic lustscapes of ever-fattening cocks and balls trembling in all directions, surging out at a speed to rival—and soon overtake—the expansion of the universe.
“Mmh. Not a bad start,” Toriel murmured. Her dress fell aside in places, revealing parts of the beyond monstrous sheath, bulging in every way, that hid beneath. Even compressed, revealing the tiniest sliver of her true size possible, it was growing, swelling, even dividing, splitting into two equally monstrous sheathes; an echo of the terrifying multitudes that crowded her lap in the realest sense.
Liara had more control. Though her bodysuit warped under the pressure of her tenting cocks, a nest of pythons writhing underneath the tense material, she didn’t burst free; at least, not all the way. But every throb brought more lady-penises into being, which reflected on the uncontrollably cumming fairy beside them and their dueling cockbulges.
“Yesss!” she howled, laughing uproariously as her erogenous flesh filled the depths of known space. “Infinities of cock, endlessly multiplying! I’m gonna be so fucking hung that my balls burst the universe!”
“How crude,” Toriel commented.
“I suppose we all go through similar phases when first ascending.” Liara said sympathetically. “Power rushing to your head and all. As long as you steer through it without letting the narcissism consume you…”
“You might be right. And how quaint, to think of back when any one of my bits could fit wholesale inside a universe, much less a billion of them.”
“Show-off.” Liara flashed a wry smile, her resulting push leaving Mara to freeze up, ahegao’d as her already incomprehensible swath of endowments left the realm of countable numbers behind and entered a realm of esoterica, measured no longer by her actual size, but by how fast she grew and multiplied, bending all laws and limits around her inexorable expansion.
“Guilty as charged.” Toriel winked. “I should win before dear Mara’s mind bursts, after all.”
For all of the fairy’s insane expansion, the fact that she had filled reality at record speed and, even now, spread her bulk into the adjacent dimensions, the mass between her legs still paled in comparison to the sheer, fathomless bulk between Toriel and Liara.
“I can t-take it…” Mara insisted, forcing out each word with great difficulty. Far away, somewhere in the cloud of cosmic cockflesh above them, a whole bubble of alternative reality got speared by one of her eager, throbbing shafts, reduced to a cock-sleeve for the ascended fairy. A thousand others followed in the next instant, again robbing her of her ability to speak as a torrent of pleasure threatened to irrevocably drown her faculties. “MORE!” is all she could utter, convulsing in delirious bliss.
Liara kept her gaze locked on Toriel’s, a faint smile on her lips as they dueled, frotted, grew. They caught Mara between them, each of the fairy’s frantic touches only sending forth new armies of flesh beneath the straining fabric and channeled out between Mara’s legs, the shadow of their higher-order realities, a contest in a place so far up that you had to become a god to even contemplate it.
Mara, in her euphoric state of mind, only caught a glimmer. It was enough to shake her being to the very core, a glimpse of the beyond monumental masses of goat and alien cock, whole platonic ideals of nothing but them, filling conceptual spaces to the brim. She was supposed to referee, to call the winner, but she could do nothing but lose herself in the awesome power at display, a leaf flung haplessly through the wind of the dueling forces of nature. She was just along for the ride, watching Toriel and Liara’s unbroken stares and the throbbing between them that jolted all that existed.
It was fine, in Mara’s opinion. The longer they went at it, the greater her reward. It didn’t matter that she was fast running out of things to outgrow, becoming so unwieldy that there were no reference points except herself and her own enormity. She could always keep doubling, escalating. Just the thought of it got her so turned on that she came again, and again, erupting with reality-drenching volumes of gooey cum. Which was itself a trigger for her balls to multiply again, which led to her cocks swelling to catch up, which…
Then, finally, the world exhaled; Liara averted her gaze, flushing a rich, deep blue. “Fine,” she said, and that was that.
“Huh?” Mara called, suddenly snapped back from the erotic fantasies of her own mind. “What happened?”
“I won, little one,” Toriel said, smiling broadly. “Not without a struggle, mind. You did well, Liara.”
“Hm. I guess that lends credence to your ‘just let it happen’ philosophy,” Liara said.
“Hah! Perhaps. I’ll happily explore it further with you. Just let me know.”
Liara nodded, taking her loss in stride. “I will. Good luck becoming the Queen.”
“Thank you.”
Mara craned her neck up at them, looking from face to face. “Y-you’re done? Already? I just need a little more, a final push, and I’ve had enough!” She squirmed in place, pleading pitifully.
“Oh my. I do believe that you’re addicted, little fae,” Toriel said. “Might have to get that looked at. It’s not so sustainable to outgrow everything, all the time, as Liara here so thoughtfully pointed out. But,” she said, glancing slyly at Mara, “since this universe has to be rebuilt anyway…”
The rumble returned—and Mara threw herself against Toriel, gasping as her body shook and her cocks stretched into eternity…
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Sol Fyre Stories
I can already imagine an epilogue where it's literally just all the competitors getting together for one massive grow-fest, with Mara included of course. That can wait for until all is said and done of course.
