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[#268] Two Less Heroes
🕑 Added 2020-05-05 15:19:11 +0000 UTCJust as Widowmaker picked up the device, Tracer snatched it out of her hand.
"Looks like I beat ya to it, luv!" Tracer stuck out her tongue and Widowmaker brandished her sniper. One shot, with Tracer in her sights. But Tracer zipped away, just as Widowmaker pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the device out of Tracer's hand, which fell to the floor in a flash of light. Spinning, entrancing light...
"Oh now you've done it..." Widowmaker's contempt was clear in her voice, but fading fast, like a record player deprived of power; she droned softly and slowly, her thoughts spinning around and around, flashing in and out.... what was she saying?
"Isn't there anything we can do?" It had been two weeks since the device had gone off, and none of the members of Overwatch had figured out how to reverse engineer it. Winston shook his head and looked down at the two girls.
Tracer - dressed in shortalls with a very puffy bottom - crawled over to Widowmaker and snatched the toy out of her hand, sticking out her tongue.
"Mine!" she hollered as her tummy began to audibly rumble. Tears filled Widowmaker's eyes, only for a moment, as the feeling in her tummy distracted her from Tracer's antics.
"Oh heavens, here we go again," Mercy groaned and watched the two of them begin their ritual. Never ever was it simple, never ever was it just one of them, nope. One would fill their diaper and the other would giggle and follow alongside, and then they'd completely fuel each other's laughter and messing until neither of them had anything left inside.
Then they'd nap.
"Are you sure?"
"Not unless we can find the designer of the device, but that seems... unlikely."
Tracer's misfortune came first. An ache in her stomach, then a gentle need. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, raising her butt high in the air, and grunted. The diaper beneath her shortalls expanded, growing in size as Tracer filled it. Then she sat back in her stinky mess and started to giggle.
Widowmaker looked on enviously. She propped herself up on her knees and bent forward, balling her hands at her sides. She screwed up her nose and closed her eyes tight, straining as hard as she could until the mess exploded into the seat of her diaper.
"It doesn't seem to matter what we feed them, or don't, this is just the-"
"Teehee!! Poooopy!!" Widowmaker interrupted, and Tracer made a little noise too.
"-I think this is just who they are now. The world has two less heroes, but maybe we can find two babysitters to at least keep them out of trouble, lord knows they need it."
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