MOBA 3 – Janna


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.”