Growth Cards 2 (OW) - Round 1

Round 1

Mercy had gathered her friends in the atrium of the Overwatch base, a grand space of steel and glass that displayed the organization’s opulence to the world. What better place to showcase Mercy’s invention—a nanobot-laden deck of growth cards—before it catapulted them all to prominence? Win or lose, the sprawling base would soon become like dust at their feet—and the attention of the world would be on them and their mission.

The base was empty, deserted. Mercy had arranged for that, too. Only her and her beautiful friends—D.Va, Tracer, Widowmaker, and Mei—remained on the premises. Their table was set, the snacks and drinks were in place, and she was ready to reveal the exact nature of her enigmatic game to them.

They were going to grow gigantic. And Mercy was dying to see it.

“Is… is this safe?” was the first thing that Mei asked, squinting worriedly at the harmless-looking stack of cards. Harmless, that is, if you ignored the faint distortions around their edges, as if they burnt with an invisible flame.

“Of course,” Tracer said, leaning back in her seat as she swirled her drink. “Angela is a doctor. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I don’t know about that,” Widow muttered under her breath, recalling the sting of the good doctor’s handgun. “But the thought of looming above this place does sound appealing, to speak nothing of looming over you…”

“Hah! Come at me, blueberry. I’ll take you on any time.”

It was D.Va—who else?—that seized the cards and started to deal. “Are you kidding? I’m going to crush the both of you. Not literally, of course—unless you’re into that.” She smirked around the table. “Get ready, specks, the game is about to begin. And I can already feel that I’m off to a great start,” she said and played the first card of the match…

***

D.Va - Growth

Tracer - Growth

Widow - Multi Futa

Mei - Copycat

Mercy - Steal, Major

***

The first card was remarkable in its simplicity: Growth. Grow by x1.5.

“Jackpot,” D.Va said confidently. “Just as planned.”

The others were less convinced. That is, until the card actually took effect.

“That sure is a card,” Mei muttered.

“So, uh. What happens now?” Tracer scratched her head. “Do you need to do anything, or…?”

The only one not questioning the proceedings was Mercy. She watched D.Va with rapt attention, her hand already finding itself stroking her inner thigh in anticipation. And then…

“Oh. Oooh, yes!” D.Va cried, suddenly shaken with the force and the warm, tingly sensation of growth welling up inside her. She shot a foot up into the air, and then one more, her tight, feminine body filling out generously as her short stature became a towering one over the span of a few seconds. Taller, thicker—it was a wonder that body-hugging suit still held. The power of nanomachines…

Mei squeaked in alarm—and badly hidden arousal—as D.Va rose, while Tracer and Widow were left to gawk. “So it works,” Widowmaker said, nodding with approval. “I need some of that.”

“You don’t say,” Tracer agreed. “I need some of that, too. Very lucky for me that I’ve gotten the same card.” She flipped it, letting her fellows—Widow, especially—look with envy as she, too, joined D.Va in making their cozy table look cramped. “Bloody hell this feels good,” she snapped, barely bothering to muffle her moan as she all but creamed herself at the intensity of her growth spurt. Like D.Va, she was one of the shorter, sleeker girls of the crowd—but with the sudden shift that saw her shoot up past 8 feet tall, she instantly became as busty and bottom-heavy as anyone at the table. “Fucking hell,” she said, settling back down with a shiver. “You’ve been cooking, Angela. Cooking real good.”

Mercy gave a crooked smile. “Just you wait.”

“I won’t wait,” Widow declared as she flipped her card. “I want it now.” Her card, however, did not grant height. It granted cock. And a lot of it. Multi Futa, it read.

“Oh. That sounds lewd,” Mei said.

Mercy merely whistled.

And then, before Widow could utter another word, she was wracked with shudders of transformation—this time out of sight of the rest of the table, though the wordless expressions of rapture on her face and the way her fingers gripped the table told its own story. “Putain—you did not say anything about this!” she said, glaring at Mercy. “Do I… Do I have to show them? This is absurd.”

“I agree, that is absurd,” D.Va said. “Why didn’t I grow them?”

“Show us your futa cocks!” Tracer said, banging the table. “Your french baguettes!”

“I’ll give you baguettes,” Widow growled. 

“That’s what I’m hoping for, big girl. Come on, let’s see!” 

Relenting, Widow pushed herself back from the table and stood up, showing without a doubt that there was no way she could’ve kept this change concealed even if she wanted to. Her tight, all but pornographic bodysuit bulged around her crotch like nothing else, as if she did indeed attempt to hide a couple of baguettes from sight. It earned her a few whistles and cheers from the table—though even D.Va and Tracer fell silent when the assassin reached down and, with a hidden razor, sliced her bodysuit at the crotch to release her twin monster cocks. They thumped upon the table, 12 inches at the least, as thick and heavy as any girl could dream of, and just about begging to be worshipped.

“Damn. What a show,” Tracer whispered.

Mei, who sat next to Widow, shifted uncomfortably. She was getting very red in the face.

“Mei, dear,” Mercy said. “It’s your turn.”

“Ah. Ah, yes, of course. Sorry,” Mei said, flipping her card. Copycat, it said. “Here. I’m not sure what this does.”

Mercy smiled with secret amusement. “You’ll find out. Why don’t I demonstrate for you?” She turned her own card over: Steal, Major.

Tracer narrowed her eyes. “That sounds ominous, love. Kind of hostile, no?”

“What’re you talking about? We’re safe,” D.Va said, “there’s no majors here to steal!”

“Hah. You know, I wasn’t sure who to steal from,” Mercy said. “I find it quite bad form for the host to pick on other players, especially when we’re just starting. But, I cannot disobey the cards, of course. And that joke, I’m afraid, deserves punishment.” Her smile widened almost imperceptibly as she turned the card towards Tracer—and triggered the effect. “No hard feelings, I hope.”

D.Va might quickly develop hard feelings as she realized what was happening, but for the moment she could do nothing but yelp and shudder as all that delicious size that she had just received was drained right out of her body—with a tantalizingly pleasurable rush to camouflage the theft—and more besides. Mercy didn’t just steal her extra inches. She stole 90% of Diva’s total size, reducing her to a mere 10 inches tall, a mere doll dwindling into the seat of her chair, while Mercy ascended, more than doubling in size.

“W-what the hell?” D.Va cried shrilly, as her friends looked on—or rather, down. Widowmaker smirked, Tracer laughed—relieved that she wasn’t the target—while the shocked Mei soon got her own reason to moan: the fact that she, too, benefited from the stolen bounty, her luscious curves smoothly rising over the table as she joined Mercy at 13 feet tall, the queens of the game.

“Oh!” Mei gasped, looking around. “You’re all so small!”

“Some more than others,” Widow remarked.

“Shut it! That’s cheating, that is!” D.Va cried from the bottom of her chair. “Hacks! I’ll get you back for this!”

“I’m sure,” Mercy said. “You’ll get it back, I promise. Someone, alas, had to be the target.”

“Well, since our dealer is now too short to reach the table…” Tracer flashed a grin at the others. “You girls don’t mind if I take over, right?”

***

D.va - 0.8 feet

Tracer - 8.25 feet

Widow - 5.5 foot - 2 x 1-foot cocks

Mei - 13 foot - Copies the next effect onto herself (copycat)

Mercy - 13 foot