MOBA 3 – Janna

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Janna, the delicate, wispy embodiment of the wind hovered at the edge of the battle. Wearing sparse, brilliant-white clothing, the woman raised her staff to direct her air elemental to attack. The spectral bird darted toward her opponent, but missed as the enemy vanished, reappearing a few steps ahead.

The girl wearing a bright orange jumpsuit had been masterfully dodging most of her attacks. But, she also had difficulty striking Janna at this distance with her close-ranged pulse pistols. Janna moved with slow confidence as the lengthy white fabric danced around her beautiful cream-colored legs. Tracer decided to advance, darting around the mage as she emptied both of her weapons. Janna released a blast of wind all around her, knocking Tracer aside with ease before finally landing a few hits on the stunned girl.

Tracer recalled before the third blast hit her and they resumed their exchange at a distance once again. Tracer’s suit was tighter after the strikes, but she was still very mobile and both could turn the battle with a few well-placed strikes.

Nearby, Zyra and The Death Prophet fought for superiority as the tide of minions pushed either direction. Zyra was a tall, slender woman with pointed features and a hard green carapace covering a good portion of her body. Her red eyes tracked the ghostly woman as she continued picking off the nameless rabble ahead.

Krobelus watched her as well, summoning a wave of bats to attack the opposing minions. The woman’s empty eyes showed mild delight as her opponent slew the remaining men and headed straight for her. The Death Prophet’s phantasmal hair and tattered dress fluttered in an otherworldly wind as she hovered ahead, using her large green claws to direct a silencing spell at the foolish plant. Zyra was clearly unprepared as The Death Prophet magically pulled at the woman’s spirit.

“I was uncertain if you would have a spirit.” Krobelus laughed. “Maybe you don’t! It doesn’t seem to be draining you, I see.”

Zyra’s hips and legs grew thicker, parting the thick covering and revealing more of her soft green human-like skin. Before she could counterattack, the ghostly woman quickly moved in to join the other two women fighting, knowing that the scorned plant woman would follow. Tracer dodged the newcomer’s blast, but this allowed Janna to send a spike of air through the girl’s clothing. Her belly puffed out as she recovered and reappeared elsewhere.

“Two on one?” Tracer smirked. “Piece of cake!” Tracer did two quick teleports to plant a pulse bomb onto the unprepared spectral woman. Death’s Prophet let out a shrill scream as it went off. It made her tight, already torn dress blast away, exposing her ghostly green body beneath. Her breasts and belly grew, making her look like a normal, albeit translucent, pregnant woman.

The edge of the blast also hit the air elemental. Janna’s smooth belly puffed out making her look a few month’s expectant. Zyra caught up as they recovered, unleashing her ultimate ability. A swarm of vines erupted from the ground and snaked their way around the three fighter’s legs, ripping away Janna’s bottoms and a section of Tracer’s suit. The slimy vines slipped between their legs and pushed into their lower openings.

For the spectral woman, the vines grasped her arms and moved up her chest, sliding between her larger breasts and coming back down into her mouth. The woman’s eerie, mostly see-through skin allowed a view of the vines as they moved into her belly and began blasting a white goo inside her. The other girls gasped and fought as they too felt the eruption between their legs. All three of their bellies grew as the seed filled them.

Janna gave a pleading look to her teammate. Zyra shrugged. “Just some friendly fire!” Jenna used a free hand to squeeze one of the vines, causing a bulge to form as she held the flow in place. The slippery vine shook as it grew larger and after a few moments, it pushed her hand apart and forced the blocked fluid inside her. Janna let out a sad whimper as the foreign fluid moved into her womb.

They continued growing as the announcer’s voice called. “Summoning beacon activated!” Zyra searched the area, but saw no disturbance. She turned back, enjoying her dominance of the three women in front of her.

Elsewhere, the blonde assassin, Nova, waited for her summoned companion. After an agreement was reached, Chromie used her ability to freeze time. The bronze dragon, in the guise of a gnome, nodded in approval before disappearing back into the endless stream of time. The ghost operative holstered her rifle and ran out to the frozen battle nearby. She yanked the vines free from Tracer, Janna, and even from Death’s Prophet.

She lugged them over to the frozen plant girl with the ample backside and set to plugging them into her: one in her mouth, two in her pussy, and two in her ass. It took a fair amount of effort and some force, but they all fit eventually.

Checking her timer, she decided to use her last minute to turn the tide of the battle. “Got to even the odds.” She pushed a pulse grenade with a long fuse down Krobelus’ still gaping throat and another into Tracer’s open ass. “I don’t care how helpful you are, you’re too unpredictable for me.” Nova ran a short distance and cloaked just before her timer read zero.

Time resumed and within an instant the plant woman who had been causing them all grief now was overwhelmed by her own weapon. The vines still held them, forcing them to watch as it filled it’s maker with a massive amount of seed. Janna grabbed her sore privates as she watched.

Tracer and The Deaths Prophet exchanged horrified looks as they realized there were foreign objects inside them. The Death Prophet shook her stretched midsection, seeing the flashing grenade sitting in her ghostly, cum-filled stomach. Both grenades exploded, causing her, and Tracer, to curl forward as their bellies blasted outward.

Zyra let out muffled screams as her vines poured a ridiculous amount of their seed into her. With her own attack turned against her, her stomach swelled and sagged, moving down and past her knees and soon rested upon the ground. The vines withdrew and snaked back into the ground as she was forced to fall forward upon the fleshy, cum-filled abdomen.

The three pained women joined together in attacking the nearly immobile Zyra, making sure she would not cause any further trouble. The plant woman’s carapace cracked and fell, revealing her swelling female form. Her wide hips and thick legs were lifted as she tilted forward upon her massive belly. The women finally stopped once the announcer called the defeat. Zyra was leaning forward cursing, as she was unable to reach the ground, mostly filled with her own plant’s pollen.

The remaining trio drew back and prepared for another exchange. Janna sent a few blasts at Tracer, watching the slender girl with a potbelly jump place to place as she returned fire. Janna put up a magical barrier as she directed her wind elemental companion to strike the woman in the skintight flight suit. Tracer tumbled backward into some bramble.

In haste, she used her recall ability, jumping back to the exact spot she had stood three seconds prior. She was visibly confused, as her belly still remained, dominating her otherwise slight frame. “Guess I got a full figure now!” Her bright yellow flight suit had large, gaping holes torn throughout. She looked over her shoulder to see her exposed, tight butt. “I thought it seemed a bit breezy!”

The Death Prophet lifted her arms and sent a wave of ghostly green specters charging toward the distracted British girl. They wailed as they swirled around her, pushing her from side to side as they encircled her. Then, one slipped lower and moved her legs apart. Then another went low and shot up, disappearing into her crotch. Another and another – countless forms moved into the poor girl. Her frame grew wider, arms and legs thickened, and her breasts and butt swelled. Her stomach rounded more naturally before it also pushed outward, ripping her suit up the middle.

Krobelus let out a horrifying cackle as she watched the girl expanding at an amazing speed. “You will hold these souls eternally. They will be part of your suffering.”

Janna knew she should strike now. She created a small tornado as she floated away. It grew for a few seconds before it wound a path toward the ghostly woman. Krobelus flew aside, getting hit with only the edge of the gale. Her oddly entrancing breasts grew larger upon the ballooned belly. Her slim hips led to a tight butt that shifted as she floated. Below that, eerie green legs were raised just above the dirt.

Tracer was on her back now, flailing like a flipped turtle, swiping at the air helplessly as the last few souls invaded her body. “I could use some help over here!” The glowing device upon her chest was all that remained of her clothes and it was digging into her soft flesh as the straps stretched. She had grown to nearly five times her original size, looking nearly unidentifiable as she puffed up. Her pliable, youthful skin wobbled enjoyably as she struggled against the ethereal invaders.

A blast of fire came down from above and struck everyone in the area. This was enough to pop the machine on Tracer’s chest off, launching it onto the ground. The young, fleshy blob that once was Lena Oxton, cried out as she disappeared. The remaining couple of souls that hadn’t found a home in the woman vanished as well.

The announcement came. “Tracer will be jumping through time for a while before we can find her, but we can safely say she’s out!”

The standoff resumed after a few moments. Janna raised her arms and closed her eyes as storm clouds gathered in the sky above. The massive thunderheads rolled in with unnatural speed, flashing with lightning. “You shall be exposed to the full force of the winds.” The blast of air launched The Death Prophet backward.

In quick retort, the specter silenced Janna and started to cast another spell, but a surprise attack by a rotund redhead stopped her. Katarina slashed frantically, slowed by her added girth. The Death Prophet turned and sent a swarm of bats upon the girl, who in turn launched a flurry of daggers. Both swelled as Janna observed. The nude women were very curvy and Janna decided to intervene. She charged another howling gale and sent it for the grouped fighters.

The air pushed them apart and they both turned in time to see Janna moving her arms to manipulate the wind further. The clouds above snaked down with two separate prongs, moving between the stunned ladies legs and pushing inside. Katarina and The Death Prophet had used all of their mana and could do nothing as the forced wind began puffing them up like beach balls.

Krobelus’ green skin grew lighter as it stretched. Her cold eyes watching calmly as her body accepted the gusts of wind. Every few seconds she puffed out more and more, her stomach expanded outward a few feet and then her extremities swelled. Her midsection moved outward, enveloping her arms in legs and making her look round. Eventually she was nearly spherical; her breasts and backside, however, were still distinguishable, slightly raised from her round body. Her puffed face, clawed hands, and small feet were all that remained as she rolled backwards.

Katarina’s expansion went differently. Her already expanded frame took the blasts of wind in her arms and legs first, making them thicken and pull outward, locking her into a spread eagle stance. Her butt and breasts swelled into two squished spheres, and her belly rounded and went out even more. Her light frame shifted as the tempest lulled. She was precariously balanced, and Janna relished in her next act. She directed her magical bird to hit the redhead, launching her onto her back, causing her to bounce a few times before she settled.

Janna launched another couple of quick blasts into the taut rogue’s exposed privates, causing Katarina to grunt angrily. “Be tranquil my friend.”
“I saved you!” Katarina said with uncharacteristic bewilderment.
“Eventually it would come down to a battle between us. I simply expedited the process.”
“I should have ended you when I had the chance!”
“I will leave you… breathless.” Janna smiled as she launched a few more blasts, hitting the mark yet again.
The tightly inflated woman laughed deeply after her groans of pain. “You idiot, you got us all taken out!”

Janna turned to see what she meant. “What can I say? I do have the best equipment.” The Terran ghost held her rifle steadily as Janna froze with shock, knowing most of her abilities needed some time before she could use them again. “What’s wrong, did I catch you at a bad time?” The blonde’s ponytail whipped as she cocked her head with a mocking smirk.

Nova pulled the trigger, hitting Janna in the chest with a pinning shot, slowing her long enough use a sniper shot. Janna’s chest swelled, expanding quickly and throwing the slim girl with the large belly forward. Janna hit the ground, rolling onto her side. Her now heft breasts and belly kept her grounded. Nova called down a precision strike and watched as a beam of light parted the remaining clouds to strike the struggling fighter.

The blast caused Janna’s breasts and belly to roll outward upon the ground with unnatural weight, making certain that she would be unable to stand again. Nova walked closer, planting a foot upon the girl’s belly, which was nearly the same size as the owner. “Light’s out.” She shot her rifle from her hip to hit Janna, then she turned to shoot Katarina, and then a final shot in The Death Prophet.

“Janna, Katarina, and Krobelus are all out of the match!” The announcer said with glee as he called their names. Nova giggled as she cloaked and relocated. “Piece of cake.”

MOBA 2 – Nu Wa

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Freya accompanied her, heading south toward the DOTA 2 base. The well-proportioned redhead picked off the opposing minions as the wild-eyed tattooed goddess charged into the battle. The couple had not encountered much opposition thus far, but amidst the fight, Freya paused, pointing to a tall, blue-skinned, winged woman with curved horns and a vicious glare. The woman threw daggers into the fray, ending a few minion’s lives.

Nu Wa hovered just above the ground, moving closer to the demon. Suddenly an arrow struck her in the side. The impact transferred into an almost unnoticeable amount of growth upon her breasts. The red haired woman was adorned in tight-fitting green clothes. Her breasts were held tightly, showing amazing cleavage and surely giving her better maneuverability. With a pierced nose and wide facial features, the elf grinned as she let a few more arrows fly. Nu Wa evaded the strikes as the woman vanished into the trees.

Her attention shifted back to the two heroes fighting where the minions once stood. Akasha, The Queen of Pain, wore a red metal bikini styled armor piece which showed a large portion of her dark blue skin. Her wild red eyes danced as she bared her fangs menacingly. Her wings fluttered as she held a dagger, preparing to strike. “I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer.”

Freya’s sword glowed with magic as she charged. Her blonde hair flowed upon her shoulders. Her intricate Nordic tattoos flexed as she drew back to attack. She landed a hard strike, hitting the demon with inhuman finesse. The Queen of Pain screamed loud enough to cause the Valkyrie to stop her attack and shield her ears. Akasha jabbed the god in her exposed stomach, causing unexpected growth beneath her chest plates. The Queen of Pain stepped away and flipped a dagger into Freya, which bounced aside after hitting her skin. She blinked away and laughed as the bewildered Viking’s breasts expanded in pulses due to the dagger’s poison damage.

The Elvish ranger, Lyralei, reappeared, sending a flurry of arrows at Freya. The Nordic goddess turned to follow, avoiding arrows as she closed the distance. The Windranger got cocky, preparing a powerful shot for the approaching foe. Before she could let it fly, Freya launched her into the air. The elf flailed as she tried to break free from the invisible restraint. Freya closed the distance by the time she fell and followed with repeated magical strikes.

The Windranger’s midsection puffed out as did her arms and legs. Her body grew lighter as she bounded away from the woman’s magical sword. Freya used her abilities to launch magical bolts toward her, causing the nimble woman to stumble and bounce end over end. She rolled over frantically and launched an arrow that stuck to the tree behind her aggressor. A magical rope wrapped around Freya’s arm. She fought to pull free, but another binding took hold of her. This allowed Lyralei to bolt into the tree line.

Elsewhere during this time, Nu Wa hovered toward the grinning demonic woman from the beginning of the encounter. The Queen of Pain teleported beside Nu Wa, ripping her scant coverings away, exposing her natural form completely. There were patches of scales on her otherwise immaculate human body. Unfazed as her vestments fell to the ground, Nu Wa followed up by blasting the blue-skinned woman in the chest and the privates. Laughing as her coverings fell away in kind.

Akasha licked her fangs with a giggle. “Skin on skin, I like that!” She shot one of Nu Wa’s elemental gems from the air and blinked behind her, snatching it as it fell. She licked the green crystal provocatively. Nu Wa was stunned by the quick maneuver and the indignity to the phase stones. “Do not touch the sacred stone! Give it back!”

Akasha let out a high-pitched shriek, which stunned the nude goddess. “Fine, I’ll give it back!” She rushed forward and slipped the moistened stone in between the recovering woman’s thighs. Nu Wa’s perfect breasts bounced as she gasped. The stone easily slid into her hairless mound as the demoness danced away. Akasha spoke in a patronizing tone. “I think you’re taking your love of wood a little too far.”
“What have you done? That is low!”

“Aww, you don’t enjoy that?” The Queen of Pain laughed as she blinked behind her again, snatching the red stone from above her hand. She spit on it and put the tip in her mouth for a moment, using her tongue to lubricate the warm stone. Nu Wa turned with surprise as the demon hugged her, pressing their large breasts together as she cupped the goddesses ass with her free hand. “Perhaps you enjoy it better from behind!” She grunted the last word as she slipped the wet stone in between Nu Wa’s pliable rear cheeks.

Nu Wa broke away, floating backwards and clenching in pain as she gripped her privates. The objects moved deeper into her as she instinctively tightened. The remaining stones swirled around as her confident green eyes showed resolve. She launched five quick blasts at the blue woman, causing her tits to swell and her ass to grow as roots reached from the ground to hold her in place. She followed up with a blast of shining metal. This attack stunned the demon, allowing a few more attacks before she recovered.

The winged woman put her hands together upon the center of her chest, gasping with pure excitement as her breasts grew over and around her arms. She reveled in the sensation as her hips grew wider as well, giving her an amazing hourglass figure. “A love bite.” Akasha laughed maniacally. “I look amazing!”

Suddenly an arrow hit Nu Wa in her shoulder. The Windranger revealed herself, launching another volley directed at the nude fighters. An arrow hit Akasha as she blinked away from the encounter. Most, however, hit Nu Wa as she attempted to evade. Lyralei had puffed out mostly in the middle, looking extremely awkward as she continued launching arrows, easily hitting Nu Wa as she approached.

Nu Wa’s breasts hung low, still expanding as she floated closer. They were heavy and nearly the size of her head when she finally got within range. She closed her eyes and raised her hand. Her breasts wobbled as she brought her hand down in an unknown gesture and smiled.

The confidence in Lyralei’s eyes turned to worry as the ground erupted. Three clay golems rose from the earth and marched to attack. The rounded woman shot at the approaching trio as she stepped backwards. The arrows had little effect. She was nearly to turn and run when a blast of metal hit her chest, stunning her. The Windranger dropped her bow, unable to flee as the unarmed clay humanoids encircled her. Two grabbed her arms as the third used its immense strength to rip away the crotch of her breeches. The golem put its hands together and put them between her legs.

She regained her senses, struggling fruitlessly as the two held her firmly. It was an odd sensation, as the golem pressed his malleable hands inside. She could feel them shrink and regrow once they passed her opening, filling her with thick clay. “What the? What are they doing?”

Nu Wa floated closer, laughing heartily, causing her impressive tits to quake. “They’re inflating you the only way they know how.” She watched as the golem shrank and the Windranger’s belly peeked from between her clothes. She gave a pained moan as she thrust her hips upward. “It’s too deep, please make it stop!”
Nu wa crossed her arms, resting them upon her colossal bosoms. “No.”

Within a minute, the first golem had disappeared inside the reluctant redhead. One of the remaining creatures let go and started the process again. Lyralei screamed for help as her belly expanded outward, pushing her tight pants low and her tunic upward. Her heavy belly moved down as it grew, slowly forcing the girl forward, over the entering golem. Once it finished, her legs wobbled as the last creature let her fall forward. She landed upon her weighted midsection, rolling forward before coming to rest on her hands and knees.

As expected, the last golem started to push inside her as well. “No, no wait!” She struggled helplessly.
Nu Wa walked behind the frantic woman to see the monster being sucked into her spread asshole. The goddess scoffed. “They just go for any hole they find.”

“Stop it, please!”
“I can’t let you go; you will only become a thorn in my side later.” Nu Wa stepped closer and pulled the girl’s behind apart. “I’ll speed up the process for you.” The golem grew thicker as it flowed into her accepting ass. She kicked her legs, causing Nu Wa to float away, but the golem continued flowing into her backdoor.

It wasn’t long before all three were inside the ranger. She grumbled as she tried to push them out, but they were in to stay. “Akasha, where are you?!” She whined and pleaded. “You can’t just leave me like this!” The last comment was directed to the buxom goddess, her green eyes searching for any kind of help. Without warning, her face twisted in agony as her body jerked to the side. Her body seemed to expand all over.

“They can still hurt you from the inside.” Nu Wa patted her back. “I have to make sure you’re out of the fight.”

The girl shook again; her arms and legs grew thicker. She yelled as her body rocked back and forth, feeling the golems attacking her from the inside, each time her entire body grew larger and thicker. The tight green clothes ripped and fell to the ground in tatters. Her arms and legs soon expanded outward, held in the air by her inflating body. Her ass cheeks grew upward, ballooning above her mammoth belly, which she now rested upon completely. Her breasts had widened and grown, but they were firm and didn’t seem to sag very much. They looked almost squished as her flowing belly pushed them higher. Her legs were parted completely; exposing her damp vagina nestled deep in the mound of flesh. Her hands and feet looked out of place upon the broader appendages.

Nu Wa left the girl to her fate, sad that she had turned into such a cruel goddess. It was necessary; she wouldn’t have stopped otherwise.
“Lyralei eliminated.” The announcer called quickly.
She sprang into the air and launched a blast of fire at the nearby heroes, seeing everyone’s location. She made her way to Freya, and unbeknownst to her, the advancing Queen of Pain.

A bolt of fire struck her as well as someone in the trees. Freya had her sword ready as she waited for the ranger to strike again. Unexpectedly the blue-skinned woman strolled forth, naked and with more defined curves than before. Freya glanced at her own bosoms, smiling as she watched the Queen of Pain approach. “You still cannot match a fertility goddess.” The blue-eyed blonde grabbed her tits and let them drop in response. Freya tilted her head back boastfully. “You wish you were as formed as I am.” She raised her sword menacingly. “Here, I will help you!”

Akasha cocked her head. “You vain little creature, I will make you suffer.” She flared her wings and readied her daggers. “And not in a pleasant way!”

The demoness blinked behind the chesty, lightly armored woman and launched numerous daggers. They bounced away, leaving no visible marks. Her belly grew impressively as she tried to counterstrike. Freya stumbled and missed due to her growing midsection. She charged her sword and drew back for a mighty blow as Akasha let out a deafening scream. Freya fell forward, rolling over her inflating belly and heavy breasts, coming to rest upon her back. A poisoned dagger hit her as she lay. Her stomach continued ballooning before their eyes as her hefty breasts rested on either side.

“My, my, you are not so attractive now, you Nordic whore.” The Queen of Pain continued pelting the stunned girl with attacks. Her wings fluttering as she reveled in the woman’s agony. Freya’s belly flowed up and outward. Her runic tattoo stretched upon her pale skin. The fleshy stomach trapped her in place, wobbling with the force of the magically deterred weapons. The metal wings on her crown dug into the dirt as she desperately howled.

The horned woman with large breasts and wide hips stood above the ruined goddess. “I’m not finished yet!” She spoke seductively as she crawled atop the Viking, placing her exposed vagina against her unwilling victim’s mouth. She poked her belly with a dagger, watching it grow as she smothered her. “If you lick me then I will stop. If not then who knows how big you’ll get!” She leaned forward and sat comfortably atop Freya’s face, poking her belly without care. “Oooh, there you go. Good girl.”

Akasha closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. After a moment, she stabbed the girl with all her might. The magical barrier protected Freya, but her stomach puffed upward visibly. Akasha laid upon the mound of skin, giggling as it flowed from side to side. “This is quite enjoyable. You better hurry or I will turn you into a blob!” Freya licked furiously, gasping as the dominating woman shifted. “Oh, yes! Faster!” Her wide ass bounced as she neared climax.

After carefully removing the sacred stones, Nu Wa had watched for a time, wondering how to help her fellow goddess against such a powerful foe. She had noticed something unique when she had jumped into the sky. She found the large circle upon the ground that glowed with power.

The announcer laughed at Nu Wa’s confusion. “Someone has come across one of our secret objectives! Those mystical rings are summoning circles which can bring anyone from their respective games into the match. They will be able to use one of their special abilities against a specific target. They are single use, but I think there might be more if you look hard enough!”

The Chinese woman spoke the name and watched with satisfaction as Janus, the two faced Roman god appeared in front of her. He already knew her plan. The mechanical being gravitated to the humiliated Nord trapped beneath the demoness. He made a gesture and Akasha jumped up in sudden panic. She blinked out of range and watched the two from a safe distance. Janus hovered to the nearby pond and made another gesture before he vanished abruptly.

Nu Wa waited as her plan took effect. Akasha gripped her stomach with uncharacteristic concern as the linked portal allowed water to pour into her body. The Queen of Pain started to run, but her belly was expanding at an alarming pace. She stopped and sank to her knees before finally falling onto her massive stomach. It swelled, lifting her upward upon her water-laden body. Her arms and legs grew wider, dangling with weight as she continued her upward climb. She let out a screech as she flailed.

Nu Wa came closer, watching the demon’s defeat. “There is no stopping it.”
“You… You’re right.” Akasha seemed to relax as she continued swelling to inhuman proportions. Her puffed out body resting atop the hefty belly that was taller than Nu Wa. The Queen of Pain breathed heavily, clenching her eyes as she grew. She seemed to be enjoying it. The demon moaned with increasing fervor, her exposed pussy glistening with delight. She only lasted a short time before she drew sharp, quick breaths, laughing with orgasm.

The announcers decided to chime in. “Freya has been eliminated and Akasha… She’s out, but I’m sure she didn’t mind it.”

She jerked as the portal inside of her closed, leaving her immobile upon her swollen belly, roughly twice the height of the goddess standing nearby. Her eyes fluttered, “Oooh, it’s putting pressure on all the right spots. I think I’m going to enjoy being like this for a while.”

Nu Wa held her enormous breasts as she continued back to the lane, leaving the waterlogged demon to her fate.

MOBA 1 – Katarina

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“Today our match will certainly be epic! This will be a match between the sexy ladies from DOTA 2, League of Legends, Smite, and Heroes of the Storm! Six ladies from each game will push their three lanes in a game of elimination. Why six? Because once you’re out there is no coming back! There will be only one winner out of 24 female fighters! There will also be hubs to destroy for each group, but those only control the release of creeps. To eliminate heroes they must be immobilized or defeated in some way.”

“The arena is set up a little differently this time, however. We will be replacing most of their skills and purchased items for something more unique – expanding their horizons, if you will. All weapons are non-lethal and will magically inflate or immobilize their opponents whenever they touch skin. Each attack is cumulative, adding until they cannot continue. Removing clothing is also encouraged, because our viewers love it!” The announcer sniggered. “The last one moving will be the victor and the others just have to deal with it!” The announcer continued to hype the unseen audience.

The curvaceous redhead in tight leather prepared herself for the start of the match. She laughed at the ridiculous items the shopkeeper offered. She settled on a potion as the countdown started. Katarina decided to take the top lane from their base. She followed the team’s minions into the melee, assisting them in their slaughter of the enemy’s troops.

She could see an enemy hero waiting for the next push. Sonya, the barbarian and renowned enemy of Diablo’s army, was outfitted in limited armor, protecting her arms and legs, but leaving her midsection relatively free to move. Her muscular body flexed as she charged into the fray, cutting down soldiers with her dual blades. Her striking blue war paint and bright red hair added to the duality of her feminine curves and her masculine power.

The heroes kept their distance, soaking up experience from the attacking minions. Both girls would move in to kill the weaklings, but left one another alone. After some time, however, Katarina decided to advance. She teleported behind the fighting woman and landed a long slice upon her back. The leather strap of the bra split, allowing the heavy metal cups to fall to the ground. Katarina landed another strike as the angry woman turned. It was odd to see all of her blade’s momentum vanish, leaving no marks upon the woman’s surprisingly smooth back.

Katarina hit two more times before Sonya swiped at her. The barbarian’s muscles seemed less defined after the attack. Her face twisted with rage as she moved with amazing speed, landing blow after blow upon the surprised rogue as she tried to cartwheel away. Katarina launched a few daggers as she fell in shock. Her leggings in tatters, she looked down to notice her breasts were now spilling over her upper armor and a prominent belly hung below. She awkwardly jumped to her feet as the chubby barbarian approached again.

Rolling aside, the barbarian leapt to follow, hitting the foolish rogue with a few more strikes. Katarina was bigger than Sonya by this point, but her expanding body didn’t seem heavy as expected. Instead, she seemed unnaturally light. She bounded away as one more strike released her breastplate, allowing her tits to expand freely. They sat proudly, lifted more than normal. Katarina got some distance as she learned to control her light yet bulky frame. Their team’s minions continued fighting behind them, just out of their range, ignoring the two battling heroes.

She used Shunpo again to reappear behind the brawler, hitting her with many quick strikes. Katarina was shocked to see the woman’s ass growing visibly with each strike. She danced away, narrowly evading Sonya’s whirlwind attack. Now stopped, both of them noticed Sonya’s added weight. Unlike Katarina, she seemed to be heavier. Her fleshy rump caused her belt to rise on the sides, but her weighted belly pushed it lower in the middle. Her breasts looked more natural and far larger than Katarina’s, hanging beside her swollen tummy, swaying as she moved.

“I will break you, little girl!” Sonya went into an amazing rage, assaulting the rogue with countless strikes before a loud crash interrupted the pummeling. A smoothed standing stone arose from the ground between Sonya’s legs, lifting her into the air. Small at the top and wide at the base, the monolith disappeared beneath the woman’s loincloth. The barbarian’s rage changed to panic as she slid lower upon the rock formation. With sudden clarity, she pushed her feet inward and launched herself off of the obelisk.

She locked eyes with the rock’s shaper. Terra, who had found her way from the Smite base on the other side of the map, stood with a strong defiance. “That stone nearly found your temple.” She smiled, still remaining stern. The woman’s wild purple and white hair had a streak of bluish green. Her stone chest piece had mild cracks in the surface, held in place by underlying fabric. The purple stone glowed with green lines, matching the armor on her shoulders, arms, shins and the even the headpiece. The aqua and gold sash around her waist completed the ensemble. The wide framed woman’s perfect skin, toned body, and amazing breasts showed that she was a creation of the heavens.

Katarina ran to the trees, hiding as she regained her senses. Her belly had grown outward about a foot and her breasts pointed about half that distance. Her ass had puffed up behind her also, giving her ridiculous curves. Her arms and legs grew a little to maintain proportion, but overall it changed her movement a lot. She was still airy and light, but also bigger and ungainly. She sat as she watched her former opponent charge at the new contender.

Terra met her charge with a strong punch at Sonya’s main sword, knocking it from her grasp. Sonya followed with a strike from her off hand weapon, hitting the goddesses shoulder. The fabric holding her stone chest piece snapped and caused it to hang forward. Sonya grabbed ahold and tore it away, flinging it into the grass with a thud. Terra staggered backwards, her amazing tits bouncing freely. She glanced down and smiled. “You think such a thing bothers a god?”

Terra put her hands up as two massive stone walls appeared. She clapped her gauntlets together, unintentionally squishing her breasts between her arms as she watched the walls close upon the unsuspecting woman. Sonya screamed as she held out her arms, trying to hold them apart. Instead of crushing her, however, the girl started growing larger at a phenomenal speed.

Her whole body widened with sudden weight gain. Her belly flowed out and sagged to her knees as her ass, squishing against the rocks, grew out the opposite direction. Her boobs grew to epic proportions, elongating upon her full belly. The walls suddenly collapsed and disappeared, causing the large woman to shift into a more natural standing. She was incredibly fat, but there were few rolls, as her wide frame seemed to match her new heavy figure.

Sonya roared, waddling awkwardly as she tried to charge. Terra gave a giddy smile as she avoided the obese woman’s slow advance. “Give up! You’re finished.”
“I will never surrender!” The blue war paint smeared as sweat rolled down her skin.

Terra sighed and brought a hand into the air. Another standing stone erupted from the earth and hit the plump woman directly between her legs. Sonya’s mouth widened with alarm as she was lifted by the peak of the monolith. She dropped her sword and frantically tried to slide off, but her immense weight forced her downward onto the rock.

“I see someone is getting lucky tonight.” Terra gave a disappointed smile as she watched the woman slowly and painfully sliding down upon the object. Sonya was on her tiptoes when she finally stopped, a little less than a third of the way down the widening shaft. Terra turned to leave, but the barbarian only laughed.

“Just like a god to run.”
Terra turned back with a dumfounded shake of her head. “I won, you fool.”
“You surprised me, but come closer and I will still fight!”
Terra walked to her with agitation. “Just learn to give up!” She shook her head again as the impaled, overweight barbarian pitifully punched the air, not even close to landing a strike. “Fine, I’ll finish you.”

Terra went to her knees and moved the woman’s loincloth aside. She removed a gauntlet and licked her finger before pressing it into the hood of the stretched pussy. Sonya made a few failed attempts to hit her, but It took only a few seconds before Sonya cried out, begging her to stop. Moments later her feet shifted and Terra jumped backward in anticipation.

Sonya gave a pained look as she struggled to fight the orgasm. She shifted again and climax overtook her. She gasped as her wet pussy opened wider and wider. She lost her footing and continued moving lower upon the large hunk of smooth stone. She whimpered as she continually slid down.

She finally came to a stop a few inches from the ground. Her loins were stretched to ridiculous proportions as she sat, immobilized upon the large stone, and nearly in tears. The announcement came after a moment, “Sonya has been eliminated.”

Katarina took the Potion of Random Reduction she had purchased at the beginning. It tasted kind of sweet as she downed the vial. She felt a tightness in her belly as she watched it recede before her eyes. Her butt and boobs were still aired up, but she gained some maneuverability back. Katarina slinked through the trees until she found a good spot to attack. She came up behind the Earth Mother and hit her a few times before she turned. Katarina responded by teleporting behind her, landing even more hits. The strikes inflated the Goddesses’ breasts visibly.

Terra swept her arms around, launching the rogue through the air and into a nearby tree. Stunned, Katarina could not defend as the powerful woman charged, landing blow after blow upon her springy chest. Her ballooned breasts bounced the woman’s fists back, expediting her following strikes. Katarina’s stomach grew quickly as she was pummeled, getting just as big as it had been before, although this time it seemed heavier. In a fog, Katarina watched Terra’s perfect breasts bouncing, mesmerized as the woman pounded her relentlessly.

A brilliant flash of blue light gave the armored woman pause. She sneered and turned to find an heavily-clad Night Elf woman drawing her bow. Terra’s butt had grown from Tyrande’s starfall spell and the incoming arrows caused even more growth in the woman’s posterior. Katarina crawled into the nearby underbrush, trying to gather the strength to stand. She could see Terra was nearly in range when Tyrande hit her with a stunning blast of magic, allowing her to run backwards and begin the flurry of arrows once more.

Terra’s ass bounced with each step, slowing the woman. Her marvelous backside continually grew, sagging as it expanded. Terra drew back to charge, but in response, Tyrande sent out a spiritual owl to strike the Earth Mother. Terra fell backwards, landing upon the large mounds of flesh. Her butt pressed outward upon the ground as she shifted, attempting to find a good way to stand.

The night elf with pinkish-purple skin laughed. “Have a seat.”
“You find yourself quite amusing, don’t you?”
Terra raised two stone walls around her aggressor, but Tyrande easily leapt clear. “Your parlor tricks do not befit a god. May Elune show you mercy.”

A symbol appeared over the seated woman and Tyrande unleashed a flurry of arrows. Terra’s expanding rump lifted her into the air a noticeable amount. She waved her arms as her upper section fell back upon the ground. Unable to sit up with her inflated ass in the way, Terra huffed as the announcer called out her elimination.

Katarina evaded the armored archer, using natural cover to hide, making her way back to the League of Legend’s base. Hopefully, she thought, she could remove some of the inflation from her body. Without paying attention, she wandered too close to a trio of massive spiders. The slender creatures noticed her and reared up menacingly. She used all of her skills to dispatch the smaller creatures, but the larger one was still fighting by the time she had drained her energy.

Injured, but still active, the main spider launched her backwards with a spindly leg, shooting a web upon her arms and face. Luckily, she had enough of a gap to breathe as she struggled to remove the sticky webbing. She could see the shadow looming above as the spider crawled over her. A cold, wet shaft prodded between her legs, pushing them open with ease. It slipped the tip into her and she could feel a bulge against her inner thighs. The ovipositor moved deeper, causing her to shriek as it explored her insides. It spread her lips wide as it pushed an egg into her body, forcing the object into her womb. Katarina thrashed as she tried to break free from her bonds, but it was in vain. More and more eggs moved into her, one after the other. She counted six of the large ovals as they slipped inside.

The monster shifted her, attempting to find room for her eggs. This gave Katarina a small space to maneuver. She wiggled back and forth, using all of her might to rip apart the web. The creature growled, but was unable to recapture her and made no attempt to harm her. On the ninth egg Katarina grabbed it inside the ovipositor and tried to hold it in place. It proved to be too slippery and it popped free from her hands, breaching her loins in an instant with gathered momentum. She yelled as she grabbed in front of the following egg. She drew a dagger and cut the appendage, thankful that the tenth egg and the remainder of the spider’s ovipositor plopped onto the ground.

Before she could attack, the spider skittered away into the woods. Huffing, the shapely woman squatted, trying to push the eggs out. After a few tries, she realized that they weren’t going to come out until the monsters were hatched. Aching, inflated, and filled with eggs, Katarina stumbled along the main path, heading back to her base. “I’m not dead yet.” She laughed.