Overwatch: Faction Change

Scape (Hentaifoundry)

Desc: Tracer and Zarya are trying to enjoy a quiet day together when they are ambushed. Captured by the nefarious Talon syndicate the two women are quickly brainwashed into the two newest Talon agents.

Warning!: Futanari, Inflation, Urethra insertion, Docking, Pregnancy, Corruption, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Time Manipulation, Idiocy, Roadhog Haiku's and a Dancing Gnome tattoo.

Chapter 1 - Ganked

Zarya looked around the café disheartened. All around her people were casting sidelong glances in her direction. She supposed it was to be expected. In her village, she was something of a hero. The girl who’d risen from poverty to represent not just her village, but her entire country in the upcoming world tournament, only to abandon her dreams to protect the village and those she cared about.
Now, here in London, the Russian strong woman was just an oversized curiosity. She could hear people commenting on her pink hair and the ‘X’ shaped scar on her right brow.
She supposed she couldn’t blame them. If anything, the sight of the female soldier in full polycarbonate armor made them nervous, either that or the particle cannon resting on the table. She had to remind herself that things were quiet here. People went about their lives peacefully ignorant to the dangers of the world.
‘Zthwoomp!’ A strange noise sounded from behind and a pair of arms clad in strange polymer vambraces wrapped around Zarya from behind.
“’Ello luv!” A voice cheerfully called as a small, lithe woman settled on Zarya’s shoulders.
The Russian woman started to stand, the other woman weighed so little that she barely noticed it.
“Hello Lena, it is good to see you.” She said, smiling at the short haired brunette.
‘Zthwoomp!” The woman disappeared leaving only a faint blue trail as she reappeared almost in the same instant in the chair opposite Zarya.
“How have you been? How are things in Russia? Have you found a guy? What’s new? How’s your training regimen going? Did you hear about...”
Zarya waited patiently while Lena fired off questions in rapid succession.
“Hey Zarya? Why are you wearing that and why did you bring this?” Lena asked, motioning to the cannon on the table.
“My armor? I wanted to be prepared in case anything happens.” She said as though it was the most sensible thing in the world.
“But we’re in the middle of London! Nothing bad ever happens here.” She lied, trying not to think of the last time she dared to believe that.
“You are fortunate to live in a place so safe. Where I come from we must always be ready.” Zarya explained.
“At least you can take off your armor.” The Overwatch agent muttered under her breath.
Zarya said nothing. Lena had once been a top notch pilot but an accident while flying an experimental jet had left her permanently unbound from the flow of time, disappearing and reappearing randomly for day, or even weeks. It was only thanks to the glowing device strapped her chest that she could live anything resembling a normal life. It had even given her the ability to manipulate her own time stream in short amounts. Zarya felt a moment of sadness for her. The device had saved her from a slow demise trapped between timelines, at the cost that she never take it off. Even the vambraces covering her arms were part of it, containing a pair of his energy machine pistols that stored and discharged the excess energy built up from her very existence. Despite her setbacks she’d never let the situation phase her, using her newfound abilities to help people. And thus Lena Oxton had become Tracer, special agent for the world protection organization Overwatch.

"Downtime is important too. No sense fighting if you do not know what you are fighting for.” Zarya offered. “We were going to do shopping, yes?” She asked and Lena’s eyes brightened.

“Right you are, let's go!” Lena smiled, standing and finishing her tea.
As she set the cup down next to the high tech weapon the table gave a groan and collapsed.
“Here let me help.” Lena said reaching down to grab the particle cannon.
Zarya tried to not to laugh as Lena struggled, barely managing to budge the heavy weapon. She reached down grabbing it by the handles and lifting. Lena had a leg on either side and looked down in surprise as she found herself straddling it like a horse. She looked up at the smiling Zarya and giggled. Showing off her natural flexibility she extended her foot straight out, lifting it up and around until she was sitting side saddle on the weapon.
“So’re you just happy to see me luv?”

=---=

Plenty of people recognized Lena as they walked, and more than a couple recognized Zarya. Not a hard feat considering not many women stood a full head taller than her AND carried a fusion weapon slung on their backs.
“Follow me.” Lena said suddenly, leading Zarya to a back alley. Once there, she jumped up and the Russian woman caught her.
Lena reached up, wrapping her arms around Zarya’s neck, pulling her into a kiss. Zarya in turn reached down, feeling Lena’s toned ass through the thin bodysuit Lena wore everywhere she went. She’d once explained that it was to keep her skin from getting windburn every time she used her abilities. Zarya didn’t care, she just knew she loved the way it hugged the British woman’s curves. If anything she loved walking behind Lena just to watch the way her ass moved in the skintight fabric.
Lena moaned as their tongues danced together, her hips making little grinding motions.
“I missed that.” She smiled, as she broke the kiss, a small trail of saliva ran between their lips for a moment.
A dart struck Zarya in the neck and Lena zipped backwards, the pistols snapping into her palms in an instant as she scanned the rooftops.
“Up there! Widowmaker!” She called, snapping off a quick burst of shots as Zarya pulled the dart out and reached behind her, drawing her own weapon.
A woman with light blue skin was standing on a rooftop, a long rifle aimed in on Lena. Zarya pressed a trigger on her cannon and a globe of shimmering energy surrounded her friend. The dart dented the surface of the barrier for a moment before falling to the ground.
Zarya knew the stories about the strange woman. One of the most nefarious assassins of the shadowy organization known only as ‘Talon’. She’d even fought the woman a few times in the past, always feeling grateful that she’d been lucky enough not to end up with a bullet in her skull.
“Run!” Zarya called.
Lena turned, sprinting for the edge of the alley and the woman turned, aiming in on her as the shield faded.

Zarya raised her weapon, a ball of energy flying in an arc to strike the roof near the sniper, sending the blue woman staggering and giving Lena the time necessary to reach cover.
The sniper turned, firing a trio of shots as Zarya erected a shield around herself. The first two shots struck the barrier and bounced off, but the third pierced through, striking her in the shoulder.
The woman jumped to the ground, landing gracefully and Zarya turned, firing off a stream of energy from her weapon that melted the cement as the woman danced out of the way to duck behind a parked car. Zarya swept the thin stream across the car, cutting it in half. As she rounded the wreckage she found the woman gone.

There was a metallic groan from above and she looked up to see the strange woman dangling from a streetlamp via a grappling hook at her wrist. The sniper rifle barrel and scope retracted into the weapon and a flurry of rounds erupted as she pulled the trigger.
Zarya tried to form a shield around herself but the cannon was still recharging the hard light particle emitters. She threw her arms up, using the weapon itself like a shield. Darts bounced off the barrel, but a few pierced into her arms and neck.
The Russian woman grit her teeth as she felt her strength starting to waiver.
=---=
“This is Tracer calling any Overwatch operatives in the area. We’re under fire at…” Lena called as she zipped ahead, warping time around her to speed her escape. She barely had time to react as an arm covered in black armor swung around the end of the alleyway. A part of her mind registered the weapon gripped in the hand, a custom short barreled hellfire shotgun, as she ran into it at the speed of a small car. Her head was knocked back, her body pin wheeling backward as her momentum carried her forward until she hit the ground, rolling to a stop, unconscious.
=---=
Widowmaker stepped closer as the tranquilizer darts took effect. Already the strong woman couldn’t even lift the weapon, let alone aim it.
The assassin stepped forward and Zarya strained. A stiletto heel of a boot pressed down on the tip of the cannon stopped her from lifting it up and she aimed in, the long barrel inches from the helpless woman’s face.
“Adieu…”
A sphere of energy surround Zarya a moment before the shot fired, bouncing it harmlessly away. Widowmaker’s eyes widened in surprise as Zarya abandoned the weapon, launching herself at the assassin with a strength and energy that simply was not possible considering how many darts had found their mark.
The woman’s gloved hands grabbed hold of the rifle as she thrusts her huge armored chest into the blue woman’s face hard enough to loosen her grip on the rifle. Widowmaker was knocked on her ass. Zarya raised the weapon, bringing it down over her knee, smashing the scope and bending the barrel. She cast the ruined rifle aside and reached for the blue woman.
Something struck her chest and she looked down to see a blue vial latched to the armor via a bunch of spider like legs. The vial beeped and exploded in a cloud of blue smoke.
Zarya coughed, unable to keep from breathing in the poison and fell to one knee. Past the assassin she could see a man in black armor and a face mask carrying Lena over his shoulder. She reached out, still trying to reach her friend even as she collapsed.

“What are you doing here Reaper?” Widowmaker demanded in a French accent as the man neared.
“Making sure you didn’t botch this up.” He growled from beneath his mask.
“Just get zem to the ship.” The woman ordered.
The man glowered at her, as though considering if it would be easier to just kill her while he had the opportunity. After a few moments he reached down, grabbing Zarya by the back of her armor.
“Fine, you can grab her weapon.” He said, dragging her down the alley.
The blue woman flipped her nose up and strolled over to the cannon.
“Hupp…HRRNNN!!” She groaned, struggling to even budge the heavy weapon.
“Don’t forget to lift with your knees.” Reaper called, chuckling evilly.

=---=

Zarya awoke to find herself hanging from her wrists in the middle of a strange machine. Her arms and legs bound in steel reinforced manacles with heavy chains. All around her were syringes and needles and monitoring equipment of all kinds. She felt like she’d seen it before.

“If it’s true I’ll find the ones responsible and kill them.” Reaper growled. He and Widowmaker were standing across the room securing a struggling Lena into a similar machine, naked save for the chronal stabilizer strapped to her chest.
“It’s only a rumor, besides. She ess never going to let you go.” Widowmaker sighed as she stepped away from the unconscious girl.
“I’d like to see her try and stop me.” He said, reaching into his black long coat to retrieve a communication device.

“And how are meine patients today?” A blonde woman asked stepping into the lab. She was wearing a tight black armored suit that lifted her huge breasts and hugged an enormous bulge in the woman's groin. A pair of black servos arms at the back flared with long beams of red energy, giving the impression of blood red wings emerging from her back. She was carrying a black, spiked metal staff with three curved spikes rotating around the top like a medieval torture device. A circlet of spiked black metal wrapped around her brow like a thorny crown projecting a red heads-up display in front of her eyes.
Despite the strange attire, Zarya recognized her. “Mercy?” She asked, not believing her eyes.
The woman met her gaze, smiling cruelly. “No Mercy here I’m afraid.”
Zarya fought back a sudden shudder of fear. Angela Ziegler, who went by the code name Mercy, was the most celebrated medical mind of the century. A tireless advocate of peace and Overwatch’s chief medical scientist. The fact that she would be working with the nefarious Talon organization was unthinkable.
“Are you familiar with the Re-genesis initiative? Of course you aren’t. It was a project to electronically preserve zeh most advanced scientific minds in the world. Synapses were recorded and saved along with genetic samples, including zhose of my dear mother.” The woman who was not Mercy explained, her high heels striking the ground with a steely ‘clink’ as she walked.
“Of course vith the fall of Overvatch the samples were woefully less guarded than the original”. She spun around, indicating to the facility at large.
“I vas born in zese labs you see. And now zhey belong to me, just like you two.” She said, turning to the now awake Lena. Zerya realized the woman was in fact younger than she remembered Mercy being.
“There is no Mercy here. You can call me Cruelty.”
“No…NO…NOOOO!!!!” Reaper howled looking at his communicator.
“Vhat is he on about?”
“Don’t ask, I’ve had to listen to it the whole way back.” Widowmaker pleaded.
“THEY NERFED MY PALADIN!” He roared, brandishing a pair of shotguns as he strode towards the door.
“Vhere are you going?” Cruelty demanded.
“To find who did this and punish them.” He growled.
“I forbid it, besides, without you ve’re short on healing for tonight's raid.” Cruelty said sternly.
“I have a priest,” Zarya offered, “Get me out of this thing and I can heal.”
“Oy, I got a warrior I can bring if you need a backup tank.” Lena offered, grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Shut up all of you.” Cruelty snapped. “Fine, do what you must, but if you are late I’m giving Roadhog your spot for the rest of the month!”
“Fine.” He growled, storming from the room.
“Roadhog? Really? He makes up those h’oribble haiku’s during setup.” Widowmaker said.
“Would you rather I bring Junkrat?” She threatened.
“Please don’t, he’s so proud that he got a tattoo of his character that he can make dance.” Widowmaker muttered.
“Isn’t his character a female gnome with pigtails?” Cruelty asked and the other woman nodded. “Where does he have it that he can make it…”
“Don’t ask, I beg you.” Widowmaker sighed, leaving the room.
“I really must find a better hobby.” Cruelty sighed.
“Have you tried Hearthstone?” Lena offered, grinning.

Cruelty pressed a button on her staff and Lena screamed as electricity surged through her.
“There’ll be time for games later.” She pressed a button on a console and a series of arms moved into place, each holding a small transmitting dish.
“Now, time to see vhat I’m vorking vith.” She said, setting the staff aside.
She reached up, grabbing hold of the chronal stabilizer, undoing the buckles that held it in place.
“No, stop! I’ll fade away again!” Lena screamed, trying to pull away. The device came free, yet she remained where she was.
“Did you honestly think I would let a rare find like you disappear so easily?” She asked as she held up a hand. A pair of large clear tubes tipped with a strange metal claw snaked out of the machinery to her hand.
She pressed them against the sides of Lena’s neck, the claw clamping down into the skin. More tubes emerged, attaching to her nipples, ass, thighs, calves and arms.
“And now for zeh fun part.” Cruelty called as a reddish black liquid flowed through the the tubes, causing the veins in Lena’s body to throb near where the injectors were placed.
The British woman threw back her head, screaming in panic as the strange concoction flooded her veins. While she screamed and thrashed Cruelty casually carried the chrono device over to a table, dismantling it piece by piece.
“Just as I expected, too concerned with safety to realize the full potential of this technology.” She smiled as she removed the core of the device, placing it in a housing she’d prepared.
A smile formed on her lips as the blue core turned red, syncing with the experimental Talon nanotech.
“Now to see if it works.” She said, turning back to her captive.
A pair of mechanical arms reached down, hovering in front of Lena’s face. A beam of light shone from each of them, tracing an elaborate scale and feather pattern along her skin in shimmering iridescent metallic ink that practically glowed in the light.
Lena sagged against the chains, tears pouring from her eyes as the elaborate tattoo was finished.
“There; there, we’ve only got months of painful genetic alterations and mind wiping to go through. Or at least we would under normal circumstances. However,” She snapped her fingers and a series of small metallic tendrils snaked from the machinery, pressing against Lena’s head and ears.
Lena’s head threw back and a moan left her mouth as the electrodes stimulated her brain through her skin.
Almost instantly the scent of Lena’s excitement filled Zarya’s nose. Glancing down she could see her friend was not only wet, she was absolutely dripping. Her juices flowed from her, pouring down her legs.
More tubed tendrils emerged, hovering around eagerly. One of them nudged against her spread legs, nudging its way inside. Zarya let out a cry of surprise as Lena actually tried to spread her legs wider to give it access, bucking her hips towards it, eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure as is forced its way inside. A moment later another one pressed against her ass, stretching the previously virgin passage wide open. The orifice strained wider and wider as the tendril sank into her. Instead of pain at the epic reaming she only felt pleasure so intense it made her toes curl. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream which another tendril used to thrust it’s way inside while a smaller pair pressed against her nipples, burrowing inside. The tips of the probes in her nipples opened up, sending out dozens of smaller tendrils that weaved their way through her breasts making the skin dance and ripple from the inside.
Cruelty smiled as Lena moaned wantonly around the tube in her mouth thrusting against them, desperate to feel them deeper. Soon the two women would be her most trusted agents and personal toys. She could hardly wait.
The tubular tendrils Lena’s body thrust into her remorselessly, stretching her body in ways that surely no human was ever meant to. Her throat bulged with the tube forcing its way into her stomach spraying more of the strange concoction inside as it went. The tube in her ass burrowed it’s way deeper, making her stomach stretch as it followed the path of her digestive tract like a roadmap. She shuddered as the tendril in her pussy pressed against her cervix, forcing through the barrier to bury against the back of her womb.
She screamed in pleasure around the tube in her throat as she they thrust into her hard she was lifted up, the chains rattling as they held in place.

“Feel good? I’m not surprised. Your system is being flooded with dopamine. Even now nanomachines are rewiring your amygdala to turn the sensations into overwhelming pleasure. In fact, once we’re done you’ll eagerly do anything I say, not only because you’ll have no other choice, but because I’m the only one who vill ever be able to grant you pleazure like zhis!” She snapped her finger and Lena jerked, her body thrashing against the restraints as an enormous shuddering orgasm ripped what remained of her dwindling mind asunder.
She couldn’t remember her name, or where she was from. Mistress Cruelty seemed happy and that made her happy. No, wait! It shouldn’t! Part of her rebelled at the thought of making the medical masochist happy. Why? Mistress Cruelty would never hurt her.
Cruelty increased the pleasure sensations even higher and walked over, pressing the modified time distortion device between Lena’s breasts.
The grey metallic nano-machines burrowed into her skin, melding with her cells and holding the device in place. Cruelty stepped back, pressing a button and the transmitter dishes pulsed, stimulating the device. She smiled as the orb moved deeper, burrowing into Lena’s collarbone until it set firmly in place, the skin healing around the edges in moments leaving only a glowing red circle pulsing gently between her breasts.

Every cell in her body screamed in pleasure as the nano-machines, along with the genetic concoctions being forced into her every orifice, reinforced her skeletal and cardiovascular system.

Her breasts and ass swelled to proportions that rivaled Zanya’s own generous bust and derrière. She sagged against the chains as her legs gave out, doubling over as something built inside.
“Perfect.” Cruelty smiled, licking her lips as she moved closer.
Zarya watched, helpless as Lena thrashed and fought so hard that her body was literally a blur of motion. Her scream a dark primal howl of mind searing pleasure that chilled her to her core. And then, it was over…
Her friend hung panting and sweating from the chains, still shedding in the after effects of her mind altering adventure.

“Months of psychological and physical treatment, completed in a matter of moments.” Cruelty said, the amazement clear in her voice.
She pressed a button. The tendrils withdrew and the shackles released, dropping Lena to the floor. After a moment she stood, breathing deeply.
“Lena?” Zarya asked, scared for her friend.
The woman’s eyes snapped open, blood red with yellow irises and she smiled, revealing a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth. “Well ‘ello sexy, you look good enough to eat.” She said, reaching out to lick her lips with an impossibly long forked tongue.
She stepped out from the machinery, revealing a massive throbbing penis jutting from her groin. Zarya gasped in fear, at the fourteen-inch monster as thick as her wrist.
“You bitch! What did you do to my friend!?” She demanded pulled against the chains with all her might.
“Don’t worry, in a few minutes you won’t care. In fact, you won’t even remember.” Cruelty grinned as the tubes reached out, attaching and forcing themselves into her body.
Zarya screamed around the tube in her mouth as the genetic concoction poured into her, making her burn from the inside. Instead of the feeling pain at having her very D.N.A. being rewritten Zarya only felt pleasure crashing through her as her brain was manipulated, causing her to climax almost instantly.
Lena seemed to be enjoying the show as she slowly stroked herself, precum leaking out in a steady stream.
“Nurse, if you would?” Cruelty called, checking over the medical equipment.
Lena walked over behind Zarya, reaching around to grab hold of the Russian soldier’s breasts from behind. Smiling toothily as she felt the already huge mammaries swelled larger under her grip thanks to the tubes pressing into her nipples.
“You may want to get a good grip.” Cruelty called out as phase 1 completed.
Lena’s fingers trailed down, feeling the Russian woman’s toned, muscular abs as the pumps whirred into overdrive.
“You see our Siberian sister is going to need considerably more assistance for what I have in mind for her.” Cruelty said as the flow increased.
Lena could feel the liquid flowing into her friend, sloshing under her fingers as the still captive woman’s stomach began to swell, expanding until she looked pregnant with octuplets! Lena grabbed hold of her tightly and concentrated. Cruelty stepped back as the two women began to blur.

Lena’s eyes widened in giddy anticipation as she watched the changes rolling over her friend. The pumps worked even harder as Zarya’s stomach shrank, absorbing the chemicals to fuel the changes taking place.

Zarya’s skin rippled as the nano-machines enhanced her already exceptional strength, making the muscle fibers stronger than steel. The binding around her wrists expanded as she began to grow larger, until she towered a full foot over Lena. Her nails grew thicker, curving into wicked, curved, black claws as her incisors reformed, growing sharper and longer until they were jutting from her lips like small daggers. The skin just above her clit pressed out, a tiny tendril of flesh swelling larger with each passing moment, darkening and growing until the tip of the enormous horse cock was reaching past Zarya’s head. A pair of heavy balls the size of cantaloupes formed beneath the equine shaft, smooth and hairless.

The two woman slowed, returning to the normal flow of time.
“Well girls, how do you feel?” Cruelty asked, smiling as the former Russian defense soldier set a pair of black eyes with red irises on her.
The two women stepped over to her, running their hands over her body.
“Horny, mistress.” The woman who had been Lena said, her cock leaving a trail of precum as she moved.
“Da,” Zarya echoed, her own member spilling the excess semen in an occasional huge glob that splashed loudly on the steel floor every few seconds.
“Mmm, very good.” Celty smiled, trailing her fingers along each of their backs to cup their full asses.
“The three of us are going to have so much fun.” She cooed, as she turned, grabbing her staff and leading them out of the lab.

=---=

Widowmaker stepped out of her private bathroom to her bedroom, tightening the sash of her silk robe. The lights were low, but her augmented senses had no trouble seeing every detail of the room.
She sashayed over to a wall covered in glass boxes.
“Bon jour dahlings.” She whispered huskily. Each of the glass cages contained an exceptionally venomous and vividly colored spider.
Something moved in the light reflected off a cage and she spun, brandishing a dagger.
‘Zthwoomp!’
There was a blur of red light and the dagger was gone from her hand.
A huge hand wrapped around her throat, nails like daggers digging into her skin and her feet dangled above the ground. She heard a hiss as the door to her chambers opened and Cruelty walked in.
“Ahh, gutte to see you have already met our newvest agents, Ursa…” She indicated to Zarya, “und Raptor.” There was a strange noise and a Lena appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, sitting lightly on Zarya’s shoulder.
“E’llo slag. Can’t wait to ruin that pretty arse of yours.” She grinned toothily, enjoying the way Widowmaker gulped nervously at the sight of the enormous members the two women sported.
Ursa turned, tossing the woman onto the bed. Widowmaker rolled onto her stomach, crawling away as the larger woman’s weight settled over her, holding her arms down.
“Why are you doing this?” She demanded, shuddering as the massive penis thrust between her thighs, pressing forward until the tip was sliding past her face.
“Incompetence must be punished. If I hadn’t sent Reaper, Tracer here would have escaped and alerted Overwatch. You not only let yourself be distracted from your target, but also got caught off guard and disarmed. Zat is unacceptable!” Cruelty explained, unzipping the bottom of her armor to let her own member out.
“Mon dieu!” Widowmaker gasped.
Cruelty’s cock matched her name, a long buzzing, prehensile cybernetic enhancement, covered in small black spikes.
“I hope you are prepared to accept your punishment.” She said, reaching down to guide Ursa’s cock against Widowmaker’s ass.
The assassins’ breath caught in her throat as her back entrance was stretched wider than she ever thought possible. Her legs twitched as the flared head scraped along the walls of her ass. Ursa grabbed hold of her hips and thrust, the flared head pressing out against the skin of her stomach from inside.
Widowmaker screamed as her pussy clenched, spraying her juices all over the bed.
“Oh shut it,” Raptor said, appearing in front of her. “Or better yet!” She thrust forward, the fat tip of her cock causing widowmaker’s throat to bulge obscenely around its length.
“Vhat do you think of them?” Cruelty asked, stroking idly along her length as she watched her two newest toys in action.
“For Raptor, I augmented her skeletal and cardio vascular system with genetic code from some of the world’s fastest and most deadly predators. If you thought she vas fast before you should see her now that she can fully control her time manipulation abilities at vill. Give her a taste.”
Raptor nodded and grabbed hold of Widowmaker’s head. The woman’s hips were a sudden blur, thrusting into her throat so fast that the assassin couldn’t even follow the motions. Her gag reflex was destroyed in moment by the jack hammering member. Raptor reached down, wrapping her hands around the blue woman’s throat, squeezing down on her cock through the woman’s neck. Her thrusts grew more ragged, slamming her hips against the woman’s nose she buried her length inside as she came.
The blue woman’s throat stretched wider, the veins of the speedy woman’s penis visible through the skin as she came. Her eyes shone with lust and terror as Raptor came, not in spurts, or even a stream. A cone of pressurized semen erupted from her. Sperm spraying with such force she could feel them hitting the wall of her stomach and ricocheting away, filling her to full in moments, and still the woman came! Widowmaker pressed her hands along Raptor’s thighs, trying to push her away for a moment before grabbing hold of the taut ass and pulling herself closer, desperate for more of the lithe woman’s seed.
“Her body is constantly producing sperm, but with her abilities she can slow or speed it up as the situation demands. She can produce more sperm in a day than a small nation can in years!” Cruelty gleefully bragged as Raptor kept going without pause.

“Ursa, as you may have guessed has some genetic contributions from various bear species, bolstering her strength und endurance. She’s also got a bit of equine in her, but then again so do you at the moment.”
Widowmaker groaned around Raptors cock, both at the joke and from the sensation of Ursa’s massive horse-cock plowing her ass so hard she was sure she could feel the head prodding the back of her teeth.
Every thrust brought Widowmaker to a shuddering quaking orgasm as it felt like her entire body was being used to house the woman’s enormous member. Widowmaker knew Cruelty was once again playing with her mind, thanks to the nano-machines she’d long ago been injected with.

Ursa roared as she came, her claws leaving deep red scratches in the blue woman’s hips as her cock swelled so large that Widowmaker was sure for a moment she heard her pelvis creaking with the impossible insertion.
Widowmaker could feel every spurt of cum traveling up the length, stretching her so good she howled around the cock in her throat, clawing at the bedsheets as she came. Her stomach pressed out as the first spurts filled her, the enormous cock acting as a plug, giving the deluge nowhere to go but forward, flowing through the woman’s digestive tract in reverse until it reached her stomach, mingling with Raptor’s contribution and kept going until it forced its way up her throat. Her body shuddered and heaved as cum erupted around the shaft in her throat.
Raptor laughed as the cum splashed off her groin.
“A’right luv, my turn!” She laughed as she went into overdrive again. Cum poured out of the woman’s cock like a firehose against the flow of Ursa’s immense orgasm and Widowmaker’s stomach ballooned with the building pressure, overwhelming the seal of the cock in her ass and splashing against Ursa’s steel hard abs. In that moment Widowmaker’s stomach pressed against the sheets, growing quickly until it lifted her up, the blue woman balancing atop her swollen stomach while the two women waged an obscene tug of war to see who could force more jizz into the helpless woman.
Widowmaker’s eyes rolled back, twitching as she came so hard that even Cruelty was concerned for a moment that something might have snapped in the assassin’s already extensively manipulated mind.
The pressure grew and grew until Ursa and Raptor looked at each other and held up a hand, counting.
“One, two,” They counted together “THREE!”
Both of them pulled themselves free at the same moment with such speed that for a stunned moment Widowmaker blinked in confusion. Her stomach gurgled and her eyes rolled back as cum geysered from her mouth and as at the same time, coating the bed in floor in the two women’s tainted seed.

“Whew, that was a good warmup.” Raptor said, stretching her legs.
“Da, I am ready for real workout.” Ursa said as she cracked her knuckles so hard there was an echo.

“So do you like your new partners? The three of you are going to work as a team to cover for each other’s veaknesses.” Cruelty said, reaching down to trail a gloved hand across Widowmaker's cum coated form and the blue woman mumbled something so low Cruelty couldn’t hear it.
“Vhat was that?”
“I refuse to work with these amateurs!” Widowmaker repeated, her voice hoarse from the speed with which Raptor had ravaged her throat.

“I vas afraid zis might happen. I suppose I could reprogram you to be more villing to vork tzo’gether but zat vould take too much time. I think ve all need some common ground, somezing ve can all relate to. Und I know just ze thing.” Cruelty said, walking over to Ursa.
She grabbed hold of the larger woman’s throbbing erection, lining her own cybernetic member up with the tip. The head stretched wider as Cruelty’s cock pressed inwards, stretching the cumtube on the underside as it worked its way deeper.
“Almost zhere.” She called as the bulge reached the bottom of the horse hung woman’s shaft. Cruelty bit her lip, her hips rocking back and forth in small thrusts as she came, the nano-machine enhanced semen pouring forth through Ursa’s modified body to deposit into her already full balls, causing them to visibly swell.
“Come here my pet.” She called and Ursa leaned down, opening her mouth to kiss the mad scientist ravaging her cock.
The two women kissed, tongues wrestling each other as Cruelty’s nano-machine laden seed worked it’s way, bonding with the ocean of cum already at hand.
For almost a full three minutes she came, pouring so much seed that Ursa’s testes bulged to the size of basketballs.

"Whew, Zhat vas gutte.” Cruelty sighed as she stepped back and waived Raptor over. “Your turn.”

Raptor stepped closer, pressing her tip against Ursa’s cock, and thrusts. Both women moaned and Ursa’s clawed toes dug into the floor as the smaller woman’s cum flooded her balls, forcing them larger until they hung like twin medicine balls between her legs.
Raptor wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and started to back away but couldn’t.
“More!” Ursa demanded, panting greedily.
Her cock clamped down around Raptor’s shaft, the muscles in the modified organ rippling along the smaller woman’s length.
“A’right, you. Got it!” Raptor cheered as she let the floodgates open.
Ursa’s cum tube doubled in size and she howled in pleasure as her balls swelled and swelled.
“Da! DA! FUCK MY COCK!” She screamed, thrusting herself against Raptor’s spurting member.
“I shine zat’s enough for now.” Cruelty said as Ursa’s balls reached bean bag chair proportions.
Raptor nodded, pulling herself free and eliciting a pleased grown from both of them.
“Now for zeh last touch.” Cruelty called, aiming her staff at Ursa’s swollen orbs.
A undulating beam of red and black energy flowed from between the rotating spikes and wrapped around the heavy globes, weaving the mingling genetic material together. Ursa threw back her head and roared as the sensation overwhelmed her, barely fighting back the urge to bury her colossal fuck stick into the blue woman. Her balls slowly shrank, the material compressing and reconfiguring as Cruelty’s eyes scanned over the read outs in her visor.
“No, no, no, YES!” She called triumphantly. "She iz all yours.” Cruelty called as she finished her work.

Ursa turned, grabbing Widowmaker by her ankles and flipping her onto her back. Widowmaker’s eyes widened in fear even as her mons gushed with excitement.

The flared tip pressed against her folds, but instead of thrusting, Ursa used her grip on the woman’s ankles to drag her down, impaling her little by little along the length until every inch was inside the blue woman.
For Ursa it was like burying herself in the most deliciously soft silken pleasure imaginable, her tongue lolled out as she thrust, moaning as the tight channel quivered around her length. For Widowmaker it was a mixture of panic and overwhelming pleasure as she was spread wide by a shaft nearly as thick as her own thigh. Every throbbing vein seemed to press against her most sensitive spots making her voice hoarse once again with how hard she was screaming in pleasure. She thrust back against the cock spearing her folds, desperate to feel the woman's seed flowing into her. She didn’t have long to wait.
The bed, no, the entire room shook with the force of the two women's frenzied rutting. Ursa threw back her head, roaring one last time as she came so hard the blue woman could feel the sticky flow crashing into her ovaries like molten lead. So thick and heavy she could began sinking into the mattress as her stomach swelled to term, growing quickly. Her body just kept growing even as the bed collapsed, quickly surpassing exercise ball proportions.
Ursa gave one last thrust and collapsed atop Widowmaker.
“And now ze real fun begins.” Cruelty smiled at the spent assassin.

=---=
Ursa paced back and forth impatiently. It had been only a few hours since she and Raptor had helped carry Widowmaker to the lab on Cruelty’s orders. The doctor had told her to wait outside, citing that she needed Raptor’s unique talents for what she had in mind.
The doors opened and Raptor wheeled out a bed with a sleeping Widowmaker on it. Cruelty followed closely behind grinning wildly.
“Sometimes I even zurprize meineself.” She said as she held out a small bundle of cloth.
Something moved and Ursa leaned closer, amazed at the small girl contained in the swaddling. She had blue skin like Widowmaker, blonde hair like Cruelty, yellow eyes and sharp teeth like Raptor, fangs and curved black claws like Ursa.
“Allow me to introduce our daughter, Chimera.”

Chapter 2 - Cold Hearted

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