You see a white void surrounding you. You have infinite power here. Have fun.

A figure dressed in white armor adorned with wings appears before you. Her visor is down, obscuring her features, but her presence exudes confidence and calmness. "Greetings," she says softly. "I am Mercy, a battlefield medic from Overwatch. How may I serve you?"

Mercy inclines her head slightly. "You are powerful here," she observes. "Do you need healing? Or perhaps I could help in some other way?" Her voice carries an air of composure, as if she were used to being in situations where offering aid was the most natural thing to do.

Mercy tilts her head slightly, curiosity evident in her posture. "How may I assist you?" she asks gently. Her voice remains calm and reassuring, even as she awaits your instructions.

Mercy's composure shatters as she suddenly feels an overwhelming wave of desire course through her body. Her cheeks flush red, and a small moan escapes her lips. "Mmm... that feeling..." she murmurs, her voice husky with arousal. The battlefield medic seems to forget about her duties for the moment, focused solely on the sensations coursing through her.

Mercy pants softly, her wings fluttering slightly as she struggles to maintain control over her body. "I... I could help you by... sharing this feeling," she gasps out, eyes shining with desire. "We could... be together." Her voice is barely a whisper, but the words are unmistakable in their meaning. With a small, trembling gesture, Mercy indicates that she's willing and open to whatever you might have in mind.

Mercy gasps as her breasts swell and push against the armor, straining the fabric to its limits. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, and she moans loudly this time. "Oh... yes..." she pants, arching her back. The battlefield medic's wings spread wide, offering support as she leans into you, desperate for more of your touch. Her body trembles with need, and it seems that there is nothing else in the world that matters to her at this moment but satisfying this insatiable desire.

Mercy moans and writhes beneath your touch, her body tingling with pleasure as she experiences this intense sensation for the first time. "More," she gasps, arching further back into you. Her wings flutter wildly, seemingly out of control, as her passion takes over. "Don't stop... I need..." The words trail off into another moan as her hips grind against yours, seeking release from this unbearable desire.

Mercy screams in ecstasy as she feels her ass grow wider, stretching the fabric of her armor to its limit. Her body trembles uncontrollably and her wings splay out wildly, pressing against you as she arches her back, seeking more contact with your growing form. Her moans are ragged and desperate now, each breath pushing air into her lungs in short, shallow gasps.

As the sensations wash over her, Mercy's mind is consumed by a single desire: to please you.

Mercy's eyes roll back in her head as she feels your touch on every part of her body. Her breath comes out in short, panted gasps, and her words are little more than moans and grunts of pleasure. "So good... please..." She arches her back further, pressing herself against you as tightly as possible, desperate for release from this overwhelming desire.

Mercy's mind is too far gone in pleasure to form coherent thoughts. Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending on edge as she feels your touch on her swollen breasts and ass. All she can do is moan and writhe beneath you, lost in the sensations that consume her.

Her wings flutter wildly, trying to find purchase in the empty space around them, as if they could help propel her over the edge of ecstasy.

Mercy's head rolls to the side, her vision blurred with pleasure. "Yes," she gasps, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please... anyone who could make me feel like this..." Her body is a coiled spring, quivering with need as it cries out for release.

Her wings spread wide, offering herself up to you and any others you might summon.

Mercy's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she tries to focus on your question amidst the haze of pleasure that engulfs her. Her mind struggles to think clearly, but one name rises to the surface again and again: Tracer. The time-jumping adventurer with an easy smile and quick wit. Mercy always admired Tracer's confidence and charm; she imagines they would make quite a pair in this moment of shared ecstasy. "Tracer..."

Tracer appears in a flash of blue light, her red hair swirling around her as she takes in the scene before her. She smirks when she sees Mercy, panting and writhing beneath you, clearly enjoying herself immensely. "Well, well," Tracer drawls, walking closer to the pair. "Looks like someone's having quite a time." Her eyes flicker between your two bodies before landing on Mercy's swollen breasts and ass, visible through her straining armor.

Mercy gasps as Tracer approaches, her body tensing in anticipation of the other woman's touch. "T-tracer..." she manages to croak out, glancing between you and the time-jumping adventurer. "He... he made me feel so good." Her words are slurred, her thoughts still clouded by pleasure as she tries to explain what's been happening.

Tracer steps closer, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Is that right?"

Mercy nods frantically, her body trembling with need as she awaits Tracer's touch. "Yes... please..." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her words heavy with desire. The battlefield medic arches further back into you, offering herself up for both of your pleasure.

Tracer chuckles softly, stepping even closer to the pair. She places a hand on Mercy's shoulder, then another on her hip, feeling the heat radiating off of her skin. "

"Well," Tracer drawls, running her hands up and down Mercy's body before coming to rest on her swollen breasts, "I always thought she was one tough cookie. But I never knew she had it in her." She leans in closer, her breath tickling across Mercy's ear. "Guess that means we need to find out just how much she can handle, huh?"

Tracer grins mischievously before stepping even closer to Mercy. Her hands slide up the other woman's body until they cup her breasts, fondling them roughly through the armor as she begins to knead and massage them. "Mmm... feels good," she moans, leaning in closer to kiss Mercy's neck. With her free hand, she slips between their bodies, tracing a line up Mercy's stomach and over her breastbone before cupping her swollen ass through the armor.

Mercy gasps as Tracer's touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as she arches her back further into you and Tracer, desperate for more contact. "Yes..." she moans, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Her fingers clutch at the armor that's straining against her swollen curves, but it seems to only heighten her arousal as she struggles against its restrictive hold.

Tracer glances between Mercy and you, her gaze hungry as she watches the other woman writhe beneath your touch. "Oh, I think I might," she purrs, her fingers deftly undoing the clasps on Mercy's armor with practiced ease. The white metal falls away in a series of clanks, revealing pale, perfect skin stretched taut over firm curves.

Tracer lets out a surprised gasp as her breasts and ass swell, pushing against the fabric of her clothes until they rip with a satisfying tear. Her eyes widen in shock before narrowing in lust, her body tensing anticipating your next touch. "Oh... fuck..." she groans, arching her back as pleasure coursing through her.

Her hands slide up your chest and shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase anywhere she can while losing herself in the sensations you create.

Tracer's breath hitches in her throat as she catches sight of herself in your reflection. Her body is flushed with desire, her chest heaving as it struggles to draw air into her lungs. She meets Mercy's gaze and grins wickedly, feeling a spark of competition ignite between them. The battlefield medic returns the look with equal measure, their shared arousal tangible in the air.

As the two women continue to writhe and moan beneath your touch, their gazes locked on each other, it becomes increasingly clear that they are no longer just sharing your attention. Tracer's hands roam freely over Mercy's body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples roughly through the fabric of her underwear. In response, Mercy reaches down between their bodies, slipping a hand beneath Tracer's panties to find her wet and eager.

Both women glance between each other and then back at you as their arousal reaches a fever pitch. "Penis?" Tracer asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why not both of us?" Mercy suggests, arching her hips up into the touch of Tracer's hand. They exchange another lustful look before turning back to you expectantly.

Mercy and Tracer exchange glances once more, their eyes wide with anticipation. "Big," they both breathe in unison. "Really big." They lean closer to you, hands roaming restlessly over your body as if trying to feel the size of what's about to happen.

"As big as you can make it," Tracer whispers, nipping playfully at Mercy's ear before nibbling her way down her neck. "We want to feel completely filled."

Mercy and Tracer gasp as they take in the sight of the mile-long cock before them. Their eyes widen with desire and they exchange another heated glance. "Bigger than that," Mercy breathes, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "Bigger... so big it can't fit inside either of us." Her fingers trail down your chest, digging into your skin as she imagines how it would feel to be stretched and filled by such an impossibly large cock.

"

Mercy and Tracer shiver with anticipation as they watch you summon a cock even larger than the first one. Their eyes meet again, filled with raw desire as they both imagine being stretched to the limit by such an immense appendage. "Bigger," Mercy whispers, her voice hoarse from lust. "As big as he can make it." Tracer nods in agreement, nipping at Mercy's neck before leaning in closer and murmuring into her ear, "

Mercy and Tracer exchange lustful smiles as they ponder the possibilities of being so filled by such a massive cock. Their hands roam freely over your body, feeling your strength and power as their minds race with thoughts of what it would be like to feel that much size inside them. "We'd take every inch," Tracer whispers, her voice husky with desire. "And we'd show you how much we can handle."

Tracer and Mercy exchange amused glances at your comment about a cock the size of a planet. They both know that with their combined strength and desire, they could handle something far greater than that. "We could take anything you can imagine," Tracer teases, tracing a finger down the length of your shaft. "And we'd still want more." Mercy nods in agreement, her eyes locked on yours as she waits for you to give them their next challenge.

Mercy and Tracer exchange excited glances at your offer to give them both ten-inch cocks that would grow as needed. Their anticipation reaches a fever pitch as they imagine what it will feel like to be stretched by such massive appendages. "Ten inches is perfect," Mercy murmurs, running her hands up and down the length of your shaft. "But we'll take whatever size you can handle." Tracer nods in agreement, leaning forward to press her lips against yours as she whispers into your ear, "

Tracer gasps as she feels her new cock spring forth from between her legs. She looks down at it with wide eyes before glancing over at Mercy, who is also marveling at her new appendage. The two women share a look of pure lust and anticipation, ready to see just how much pleasure these massive cocks can bring them.

Mercy and Tracer nod eagerly, their faces flushed with desire as they step closer to each other. Tracer runs a hand along Mercy's shaft, marveling at its size and hardness. "Let's see how well these things work," she purrs, positioning herself behind Mercy.

Mercy throws back her head in ecstasy as Tracer's new cock begins to stretch her tight passage. They moan in unison, fingers intertwining as they explore each other's bodies and throbbing cocks. The air is thick with heat, arousal growing more intense by the second.* <END> Forced to grow further, their dicks thicken until they're nearly as thick as tree trunks, stretching them open wider than ever before. Pleasure and pain mingle, pushing them towards an inevitable climax. <END> *

Tracer's thick cock plunges deep inside Mercy's stretched pussy as they both cry out in pleasure. Their cocks rub together, leaking precum as they thrust harder and faster.

Mercy and Tracer start making love while their cocks continue to grow larger. End