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Overwatch ENF: Muscle Mommies Collide	By : Meowshi Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The examination room felt extremely crowded as Zarya, Katya Volskaya, a timid-looking corporate doctor, and the Junker Queen along with her minions all crammed into the room, leaving everyone standing shoulder-to-shoulder. It didn’t help that the center of the room was taken up by a large monitoring device hooked up to a solitary suit of cyberian armor.
“So what d’ya need me to do?” Junker Queen asked while stretching out her back. Zarya inadvertently found her eyes tracing the woman’s well-defined abdominal muscles but quickly looked away after realizing that she was staring.
“T-this test is simple, uh, Your Eminence?” the doctor squeaked meekly, shivering terribly in her white lab coat. Zarya could hardly believe she was a doctor, she looked barely old enough to drink and certainly didn’t have the hard-as-nails demeanor of the medics she had served with on the battlefield. “We, uh…we just need to hook you up to this machine and it will hopefully tell us if you’re compatible with our armor suit. U-unfortunately, we need you to be fully…uh…disrobed to begin the test.”
“No worries, doc!” the Junker Queen declared, ripping off her pauldron and dirty white crop top all in one swift motion.
The woman didn’t wear a bra, so the second the garment was pulled off of her head, her large breasts jostled forward invitingly. Her pendulous breasts hung down heavily in a tear-drop shape and were topped by a pair of hardened nipples that pointed skyward like a pair of chocolate candies. Like the rest of her, the breasts were sun-kissed and lightly bronzed. The area of pigmented skin around her nipples was raised and slightly bumpy. Each of her nipples was speared through by a sharp-looking piercing, giving them the appearance of always being aroused.
“O-oh good, it’s…uh, good that you’re so comfortable…” the doctor said, trembling awfully.
“You are the one who looks uncomfortable doc, you’re shivering like you caught a touch o’ the radiation sickness!” the Junker Queen chuckled loudly, causing her breasts to bounce wantonly on her chest.
Zarya couldn't help but feel a stab of envy as she gazed at the woman's curves. Self-consciousness crept over her as she remembered the countless hours she had spent in the gym, trying to bulk up her body and gain strength, even if it meant sacrificing her femininity. As her gaze shifted back and forth between the woman's large breasts, she suddenly felt inadequate with her largely flat chest. None of the women in her family were particularly well-endowed and she had been weight-lifting since she was a preteen. The intense regiment had made her body strong and durable but had also robbed her of any hope of having a decent rack.
A curious thought popped into her mind, unbidden and unwanted. She wondered what it would feel like to cup those heavy globes in her hands. To bounce them around and to tightly squeeze them, kneading them like a block of clay. Horrified, she vigorously shook her head, attempting to purge the intrusive thought from her mind.
She wasn’t gay. She had never so much as had a single romantic thought about another woman. Despite her shortly-cropped, pink hair and large, muscular frame; she was very traditional when it came to sexuality. But there was just something about the Junker Queen that was triggering her arousal. She couldn’t explain it. There was something about the way the woman carried herself, the gravelly huskiness of her voice, the wide shape of her jaw, and the muscles she had earned from a childhood spent beatin' the snot out of raiders and omnics in the Australian wastelands…
“It’s good to let the girls get a bit o’ fresh air every now ‘n then, eh?” Junker Queen said, grinning broadly as she shook her shoulders.
Zarya glanced around the room to see that everyone seemed equally as mesmerized by the woman’s shapely tits. The Junker standing next to her was practically foaming at the mouth, which was particularly revolting He was openly drooling while staring at the topless woman, which was particularly disgusting since the bottom half of his face had been replaced with a rusty metal jaw. The meek doctor’s shocked expression and wide open mouth made it look like she was seconds away from clamping down on one of the Queen’s nipples and sucking on it greedily. Katya had been scribbling notes down on her notepad, but it had fallen out of her hand and clattered to the floor without the woman even noticing.
Zarya felt that pang of envy again, she had never caused such a reaction in a man. And it wasn’t for lack of trying.
“Right then, off with the knickers,” Junker Queen announced as casually as if she said she was going down to the shop to buy some eggs. Without any preamble, she began unfastening her gladiatorial shorts and bent over to drop them to her knees.
Surprisingly, Junker Queen was wearing a pair of underwear; though they were frayed, threadbare, and looked rather unclean if Zarya was judging them honestly. The thin cotton panties were a faded black in color and hugged the woman's peachy buttocks like a second skin, not leaving much to the imagination. There was a large red anarchy symbol across the seat of the panties, which Zarya thought was a strange choice for someone who purported to be a “queen”, but she quickly shrugged it off. Nothing the Junkers did made any sense.
Kicking her shorts across the floor, the Junker Queen stood back up and spun around, eliciting a shocked gasp from Zarya. The Russian soldier’s eyes shot open as wide as saucers and she heroically leaped in front of Katya in a defensive position.
“Chairman Volskaya, get down! She has a weapon!” Zarya cried, pointing towards the sizable bulge poking out of the front of the woman’s underwear.
At this point, the Junkers erupted into boisterous laughter, with even the Queen herself throwing her head back in amusement and guffawing after a few seconds of stunned silence. Zarya’s eyes narrowed into slits as she demanded to know what was so damned funny.
Junker Queen responded by grabbing the waistband of her flimsy undies and drawing them down to her ankles, revealing the biggest, fattest cock that Zarya had ever seen.
Despite its flaccid state, the cock was thick and strong with veins pulsing up and down its length. The strip of flesh around her inner thighs and the girthy, fleshy shaft of her cock was pale against the reddish-pink color of the rest of her body. The shiny glans of the penis was just visible beneath the woman's tight foreskin, which looked painful and stretched as it tried to accommodate the massive member. Two heavy balls rested at the bottom of a long, pendulous sack, covered in coarse black hair. A wild thatch of black pubic hair covered the woman's pubic mound, looking as though it had never once been shaved or even trimmed. The second the woman removed her underwear, the thick musky scent of a man's unwashed genitalia filled the room.
“Apologies if it's a bit festy,” the Queen said while scrunching up her own nose, “I didn't expect to be gettin’ starkers in front o' a crowd this afternoon.”
Zarya scrambled back until she bumped against the wall, her voice rising in an astonished “Bozhe moy!”
The doctor was similarly stunned by the Junker's anatomy, and even Katya, normally so composed, appeared baffled by the sight before her. She gaped unblinkingly at the cock, as if she had never seen anything like it in her life.
Junker Queen was more than a little confused by the response, “What's the problem?”
“But you call yourself a Queen…I thought you were a woman?” Zarya asked incredulously, unable to contain her questions.
“I am a woman,” the Queen replied defensively, shooting the woman a hard look, “I looked just like you when I was a whelp, with a neat little slit ‘tween my legs instead o’ this.”
She grabbed her fat cock and shook it, as if to accentuate her point.
“B-but how?”
“It’s actually not all that uncommon for little girls in the Wasteland,” Junker Queen explained with a casual shrug, “With all the irradiated food and water we feed on, is it really such a surprise that we develop differently than you lasses back on the mainland? Hells, I was the lucky one! Me sister developed a third tit right in the center ‘o her chest. Worked out fine though. She ended up havin’ triplets and could feed all three sucklings at the same time without havin' to switch one out!”
“Trixie Three-Tits!” one of the Junkers cried out excitedly.
“Oi! That’s me sister you’re gabbin’ about! She’s royalty! That's Princess Trixie Three-Tits to the likes o' you! Show a l’il respect or I’ll clap you in the gob!”
The Junker instantly shrank into himself and whimpered.
“Anyway, like I was sayin’, I was born just lookin’ just like you. But after a few years of surviving on nothing but glowing water and double-cow meat, my lower lips fused together and me clit startin’ growing. By the time I hit puberty, I looked like this.”
Zarya’s curiosity wasn’t sated, “Your lips fused together? You mean to say you don’t have a vagina?”
“‘Fraid not, cupcake,” Junker Queen admitted with a broad smile on her face, “My lower lips combined to form my scrotum and then me ovaries dropped out of my body to form me balls. That means I won’t be havin’ any little princesses of me own. Not unless I put them in some other sheila, I ‘spose.”
“You mean, those things work like real balls? You can…uh…”
“You mean spurt? Bloody oath, Oi’ve been jerkin’ and sprayin’ since I was an anklebiter! Me pa once caught me spankin’ it when I was ‘sposed to be watchin’ the perimeter. He tanned my hide somethin’ good!” Junker Queen giggled at the memory, as though it was something she was fond of.
Zarya was out of questions and so she just simply stared at the ma-woma-at the person in front of her. Suddenly her attraction to the Queen made a lot more sense. She wasn’t simply a woman, but she wasn’t really a man either. She was some captivating thing in between.
The doctor finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “A-alright, um, now I'll need to place these electrodes on your body. They're for monitoring purposes and will be attached with suction cups, so they shouldn't cause any discomfort...”
With a confident grin, the Junker Queen assumed a wide-legged stance and outstretched her arms, declaring, "Right on, doc, m’ body is at your disposal.”
She’s so fearless, without even a stitch of clothing! It’s … incredible, Zarya thought to herself.
The doctor’s nervousness was palpable as she placed the electrodes on the tall woman’s body, starting with the least obscene spots first. She placed electrodes along the woman's limbs, her spine, and her sculpted abdomen. Much to the amusement of the Junkers, the tiny doctor required a stool to place the electrodes on the woman's scalp and jaw. The doctor nervously cleared her throat before asking the Queen to turn her back so she could attach electrodes to her glutes. To her surprise, the Queen's behind felt surprisingly taut as she finished the procedure.
I wonder what it would feel like to spank those tanned cheeks, Zarya mused silently to herself, before immediately cringing at the unwanted thought.
The doctor nervously cleared her throat before asking the Queen to turn her back so she could attach electrodes to her glutes. To her surprise, the Queen's behind felt surprisingly taut as he finished the procedure. Moving over to the woman’s front, the doctor shakingly placed an electrode on the Queen’s chest to monitor her heart activity. Her hand accidentally brushed up against one of the Queen’s nipples, and she jerked it back in terror.
“S-sorry, Your Highness!” the doctor stammered.
“No need for apologies, luv. You're doin’ great!” Junker Queen nodded down at the smaller woman with a look of encouragement.
The doctor's hand hovered over the groin area before retreating. Normally, only one electrode was necessary for that area, but the Queen’s member was unusually long and thick – it obviously demanded an extra supply of blood and therefore needed to be properly monitored. The doctor noticeably gulped as she realized that she would have to place several electrodes along the length of the Queen's penis.
“Have a go, doc! I promise it won’t bite ya,” Junker Queen chuckled to herself. She actually had once meant a Wastelander with teeth growing out of his penis, but she decided to keep that amusing anecdote to herself. The doctor looked about ready to faint already.
The doctor’s cheeks brightened as she dropped to her knees and cradled the woman’s penis with two trembling hands. As she began placing electrodes along the shaft, the penis suddenly began hardening up in her small hands, and her face grew as red as a ripe tomato. As she was currently at eye-level with the enormous cock, it lightly bopped her in the nose as it sprang up to its full length.
“Ahh!” Junker Queen hissed in satisfaction as the hands grasped her throbbing sex. “Your hands are so soft, doc!”
My hands are soft too, Zarya thought miserably. Oh god, what is wrong with me?!
Zarya gaped at the spear jutting proudly from in-between Junker Queen’s thighs. If it was impressive while flaccid, it could only be described as intimidating while fully-engorged. The shiny pink glans had now fully thrust itself out of its hood and was apparently lined with tiny, pearly penile papules. She didn’t have much experience with penises, having only slept with two men in her entire life, but the Queen’s erection was so much larger than anything she had ever seen before and so much more terrifying. It didn’t look like it was meant to fit inside of a human.
“Got a l’il excited, heh heh,” the Junker Queen chuckled sheepishly, feeling a bit nervous about her current state of arousal, “Apologies doc.”
“N-no need, t-this is all completely normal,” the doctor stammered, lying through her teeth, “Now I simply need you to run in place to get an elevated heart rate. The machine will beep when the test is completed.”
The doctor slowly rose up and hesitantly backed away from the erect penis, like it was a loaded gun about to go off.
The Junker Queen began to run in place, quickly breaking out in a light sweat as the minutes ticked by. Although the whole room was captivated by her graceful movements and the way her sinewy leg muscles bulged and twitched underneath her skin, Zarya appreciated her on a level beyond even that. She considered the woman’s body to be perfect. Beads of delicious sweat dripped down the woman’s deltoids, and a sheen of perspiration broke out over her sun-kissed biceps. Even the involuntary flexing of her abdominal muscles as she sucked in heavy breaths was alluring to Zarya. It was true that the Junker Queen was much smaller than Zarya in terms of sheer bulk, but the question of whose physique looked better was not even a question.
At some point during the examination, Zarya realized that she was openly drooling, like the metal-jawed Junker standing next to her, and she discreetly wiped her face with a look of embarrassment.
After nearly fifteen minutes of continuous running, the Junker Queen began to pant and slow her pace down. The ground beneath her was now soaked with a puddle of her musky sweat and her smug expression had shifted to one of strained concentration. Her cock, now standing up at nearly a perfect ninety-degree angle, smacked up against her abdomen with each step she took, producing a loud slapping noise. The friction was beginning to have an effect on her member and soon the head of her cock was bubbling with precum. Zarya felt her mouth salivating involuntarily at the sight of the thick, viscous liquid.
Finally, the machine beeped to indicate the conclusion of the exam, and the Queen fell back against the wall, huffing and puffing.
“Blimey, a few more seconds of that and I would have cum all over meself!” she exclaimed in between heavy, labored breaths.
I wouldn’t mind seeing that, Zarya thought wistfully, lost in her lust. For some reason, every face in the room turned to stare at her in disbelief. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn’t silently thought that, but had accidentally said it aloud.
She slapped both of her hands over her mouth and violently shook her head, “I’m so sorry, I don’t…I don’t know what came over me!”
Junker Queen shot her a bemused look before pulling her panties back up over her throbbing cock. “Sorry cupcake, but the free show’s over.”
The doctor and Katya had retreated back over to the machine and were now analyzing the results in a series of hushed whispers. Finally, Katya smiled and looked up, saying with a relieved voice, “The suit has reached full symbiosis with your body’s unique genetic makeup! Junkers can wear these suits without issue!”
The Junkers all began cheering, excited about how this new armor will help them in the unending war against the Australian omnics. Zarya remained silent and didn’t speak for the rest of the examination. She couldn’t even manage to look anyone in the eye as the deal was concluded. She had humiliated herself not only in front of a foreign dignitary but in front of Katya Volskaya, a national hero! If she wasn’t such a strong-willed young woman she would have broken out into tears. She just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her up.
When the Junkers began filing out of the room, the Queen halted near the door and pivoted back, making her way towards her. Surprising Zarya by leaning in closely, the Queen whispered in a husky voice, “If you’re really interested in seein’ more ‘o me, you know where to find me cupcake.”
A few hours later Zarya found herself in the bathroom of her personal quarters, staring at her nude body in the mirror. Normally she shied away from looking too intently at her flat, featureless chest and boxy hips, but now she appraised herself with a kinder eye. The experience with the Junker Queen had taught her that she needed to be more confident in herself. She had already had plenty of pride in her impressive musculature, but she had always felt insecure about her sexual characteristics. She was now determined to change that.
Stripping down, she carefully stepped into the shower. She considered for a moment making it hot, to relax her tense muscles, but something urged her otherwise. Instinctively choosing the cold water, it was as if she were trying to numb the feelings that had been stirred in her earlier that day during her examination with the Junker Queen.
The water cascaded over her aching body, yet the coldness of it did nothing to still her racing heart. No matter how hard she tried to forget about the Junker Queen, the memories of her captivating beauty and sultry voice were burned into her mind. As she soaped herself, she contemplated reaching out to the Junker, but quickly pushed the thought away. She wasn't gay—so why was she even entertaining the idea?
What an awfully confusing day, she reflected with frustration, as her meaty hands once again traveled down to explore the aching wetness between her thighs.
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