The Cocketeer (Commission Story)

So: a long long time ago, I used to write Overwatch fanfic lewds! I haven't done those in a while, but I got a commission for one! This is short but hopefully still fun!

This story is of course non-canon. Zarya would never stoop so low as to use performance enhancing drugs. ALL HER GAINS ARE NATTY, BABY. Also I called Pharah by her codename. I know her real name isn't Pharah but it looks weird calling her  Fareeha anyways ENJOOOOOY

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“All I’m saying,” Pharah said with a theatrical sigh, “Is that it doesn’t take a hero to be a walking target.”

Zarya narrowed her eyes. She was almost done her reps with the dumbbell in her right arm, while her left still needed a few more sets to catch up. Had she the use of either of her hands, she might have made a rude gesture. The close quarters of Watchpoint Gibraltar was wearing on everyone’s nerves. Even members of the recently rebuilt Overwatch team had their personal limits. And nothing spelled friction like cramming several people who believed they were the best in the world into a confined space. 

“Easy for you to say, flying around with your rocket pack like some whimsical bird.” The weights hit the padded ground of the gymnasium with a dull thud. She stood, showing off her impressive height. Pharah herself was no slouch, but standing nearly two metres tall, Zarya put many of the men on the team to shame. Both wore the same tank top and gym shorts combination, though Zarya’s impressive chest made the white fabric bulge out obscenely. Not that the Russian cared. Why wouldn’t people stare at her incredible body? 

“Without your manoeuvrability, you’d be crushed like an insect.”

Pharah’s hands fell to her hips, the eyebrow above her trademark udjat tattoo raising. “Would I? I bet I can pin your shoulders to the ground.”

Zarya’s laughter was booming. “You? Overpower me?”

“Not overpower. I know you’re strong, I’m not a fool. But I bet I can bring you down with my wits. You’re a bear, not a phoenix. I bet I can make you look like the pink-haired idiot you are.”

The mirth fell from Zarya’s face. “Very well. First one to be pinned for three seconds loses. Stakes?”

“Oh, I think the bragging rights of having beaten the Strongest Woman in Russia would be enough for me.” Pharah moved over to the open sparring arena in the gym. The padding was heavier here for obvious reasons, though there were several scuffmarks and cuts to the rubber that indicated practice sessions that had gotten a little intense. Pharah had never sparred with Zarya, so this would truly be a test of skill. 

Zarya was unprepared for the strike Pharah launched at her. Truly the woman was quick on her feet, and soon found a pair of arms around her to try and toss the female colossus to the ground. But along with being strong and tall, Zarya was a heavy woman. She squeezed the athletic Egyptian in a bear hug so strong it broke the hold on her.

“Caught you. Told you this would be easy.” 

Pharah writhed in the iron grip, trying to escape. In the process, however, more and more of Zarya’s sweat got on her skin. It tingled at first, then turned into an outright heat.

“Do you feel it?” Zarya taunted, shoving her full weight against Pharah’s and slamming the smaller woman to the floor. “I take a supplement every morning that makes me sweat my weakness out through training. Guess your body is especially susceptible to its effects.”

Pharah screamed in frustration. She redoubled her efforts, but she could feel her muscles weakening. Not the normal loss of strength from fatigue, but the bizarre sensation of her muscles turning to mush. Moment by moment she could feel her carefully toned physique melt away, replaced with soft, harmless curves. Her breasts and ass, both cupped in quick succession by Zarya’s questing hands, soon in no way resembled how they had looked at the start of the day. There would be no fitting into her armour now, Pharah thought, though that was an increasingly unimportant concern.

“You...you jerk!” she wailed in weak outrage. Zarya laughed and tore away the meagre clothing separating them with quick, effortless motions. It was no surprise both women were sporting impressive cocks, though the Russian noted her own was much thicker. Even as she took stock, Pharah’s shaft began to pull back and slide into her body. Soon Pharah’s limp dick was the size of her pinky finger, and about as thin. Her balls compressed too, morphing into a tight little package perfect for teasing.

“Such a large weapon doesn’t belong on such a soft girl,” Zarya teased, pressing more of her weakness-inducing sweat onto Pharah’s lips with a kiss. They soon expanded in size to proper dick sucking pillows, much to the victor’s delight. She now looked for all the world like a dick sucking, cock taking bimbo rather than a proud aerial assassin!

Pharah found her resistance weaken from within as well. Giving in just didn’t seem bad anymore. In fact, it might be a little fun! Her reluctance was partly due to the growing arousal from being pressed up against such a strong, dominant woman for so long. Even as her dick shrunk and her breasts expanded, she got more and more excited at the thought of losing to the famous weightlifter. Subconsciously, she began to grind against her tormentor, causing what little cockmeat she had left to stiffen.

Zarya was growing too. Her giant prick had fully hardened, caused by a mixture of the friction between them and the sexual thrill at her victory. There was no contest which was bigger now. Zarya made her opponent’s dick look like a toy. And it was, in a way. Just a little squirt gun to be used for their mutual pleasure. As was her whole body. To the victor go the spoils, after all.

She forced Pharah’s legs apart as far as possible, using her throbbing and bulbous head to prod that tight hole.

“Get ready, slut. I’m about to make you my sextoy. If you’re a good little cumdump, I might just give you back some of your dominance...but only some. I like a good struggle, but you’ll always lose in the end. Isn’t that right?”

Pharah whimpered. “Y-yes...yes ma’am.”

Zarya grinned and stuffed her fat cock inside. Pharah yelped, but this turned into a groan of pleasure in no time. Not only had the tainted sweat turned her rival’s body into a perverse parody of femininity, it had also totally swapped her sexual preference from dominant top to submissive, eager bottom. Receiving Zarya’s giant, girthy dick was just what good girls like Pharah did. Fulfilling her life’s purpose was deeply satisfying as well as erotic, and her tiny twitching clitty signified this contentment by leaking a thin strand of excitement.

“See? You’re much better as a passive cocksleeve than some hotshot sky dancer,” Zarya sneered. She gripped one of the newly minted bimbo’s tits and squeezed, forcing a throaty moan to spill out past her plump lips. “Don’t you agree?”

“Oh yes! Yes yes yes!” Pharah squealed.

Zarya rewarded her new toy by spearing herself inside, forcing Pharah to squirt. It seemed that the transformation had also increased the size and sensitivity of her prostate that made almost impossible to miss with a dick. Ironic, given that she makes such a small target in the air. That subtly was lost of Pharah, who was too busy drooling and leaking all over herself to come up with anything more cogent than pleas for more.

Tilting her body up and dragging Pharah along with her, Zarya soon was in full mating press mode. She grunted with all the vigour of her weight lifting regime, taking out her pent up aggression and the sexual frustration of being cooped up in a facility like the Watchpoint without a point of release. Each time her girthy cock pistoned into Pharah’s yielding hole, the bimbo’s cocklet shot a watery load towards her face. Sometimes it made it, and she immediately tried licking it up. Other times it plastered itself against her tits, or just joined an ever-expanding puddle on her taut tummy.

Seeing this debauchery put Zarya at her limit. Her heavy balls contracted, and the weightlifter felt that familiar tension build up that came with an explosive climax.

“Fucking...going to paint your guts so White they’ll be launching Cossack raids,” Zarya laughed to herself. Pharah for her part just squirted more weak cum from her tiny dick and moaned with captive ecstasy. Great jokes were always lost on the dumbest people, of which Pharah was now a proud member.

Slamming herself deep inside, Zarya released her load. True to her word, Pharah was soon flooded with pent up spunk. Thick, creamy seed spilled into the rocketeer’s tight hole, coating it and eventually pulsing out around the tight seal that the girthy dick had formed with Pharah’s hole. Zarya collapsed on top of the bimbo’s squishy body, letting her cock empty its last drop into the bimbo soldier.

After she had finished thoroughly inseminating her, Zarya helped the newly minted bimbo up. Her centre of gravity was all kinds of messed up, and it took a moment for Pharah to adjust. 

“Come with me, devotchka. I’ll take you back to the barracks, and we’ll get you into some new outfits. I’m thinking...something in pink?”