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Overvore Story Collection

By Trinity/UltimaSlash

Note: This will be a collection of stories involving the Overwatch characters in voracious situations.

Tracer's Accidental Belly Trip (Short):
In the alps of Nepal, Tracer's team tried hard to get at the control point. Tracer blinked through the entrance of the sanctum but blinked right out as she saw Roadhog hooked Soldier 76 in. Mercy flew in towards her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“We got Roadhog blocking the way to the point, love.” Tracer peaked in as Soldier 76 flew back towards them, lying on the ground in pain. “He beat him up.”

“I see. Perhaps a distraction is in order?”

“You got it!” Tracer blinked towards Mercy but suddenly disappear.

Mercy blinked confusedly, “Uh, Tracer? Where did you get to?” Soon she felt a rumbling in her stomach. Her belly shot out quickly and bobbed up and down with what looked like the shape of Tracer hanging off of her. “Tracer?!” Tracer's shape took a second to figure out what happened.

Tracer squirmed, kicking and punching out. Her fists and feet pressed out Mercy's stomach. “What on earth?! How did I end up in here??”

“You must have blinked into there. Can you get out?” Mercy poked at Tracer's head. She felt a jerking motion in her stomach before it shrunk right back down. Tracer stood right in front of Mercy, “Well... that's certainly interesting.”

Wincing, Tracer flicked off slime off her nose, “Interesting... yeah. You mean disgusting. I prefer not getting intimately familiar with your digestive track.”

Mercy crinkled her nose at Tracer's smell, “Whew! I rather not either. I can smell the roast beef sandwich I had on you.”

“That gives me an idea...”

“About lunch?”

Tracer ran off and headed for Roadhog, who was firing off his whole hog at the team on the point. With his back to Tracer, he didn't notice Tracer coming up. She fired off her round of bullets at her, causing Roadhog to turn around. But she blinked away and into Roadhog.

“What was that?” He looked around but didn't find anything. Patting his stomach, he swore he felt something moving in there but only thought it was indigestion, “Damn burger...”

He turned back to the the point as Tracer blinked back out. She fired another round of bullets into Roadhog. He swung around but found no one again. “Damn pests.” This time, he stayed looking around, but Tracer blinked out his back.

“Here you go!” Roadhog felt something stick to his back. He swung around once more but got blasted off the ledge and began falling down. “Bombs away, love!”

Tracer returned to Mercy, with her saying, “Excellent work, Tracer. He sure didn't see that coming.”

“Yeah!” Tracer blinked towards Mercy, but Mercy disappeared. “Doc?”

Soon she felt her stomach rumbling as it shot out fast. She felt Mercy struggling inside her. “Oh no... are you all right in there, Mercy?”

“Lucky for you you eat decently in here and I can heal myself... Can you get me out of here?”

Tracer thought to herself. “Uh... I don't know if I can.”

“... What?!”

“Don't worry, love! I bet Winston can get you out of there in no time!” Tracer paused as she felt some air rise up in her. “BURRPP!! Mmmm, tasty!”

“Tracer!”

“Sorry love! Can't help you have a pleasant taste. To Winston!” As she ran off, she said, “I hope the chronal accelerator doesn't get damaged. That could be a horrific experience if I ended in someone's tummy without a way out!”

(For a more fleshed out story of Tracer blinking into other people's stomachs, see Tracer's Accidental Belly Trip I wrote).

Mercy's Accidental Resurrection Goof:
Along the cliffside of Route 66, Mercy watched over her team as she healed them. The opposing team fired back as they tried to get the payload moving. A hostile Bastion fired at Mei, D. Va, Widowmaker, Lucio, and Tracer as they began to lose health.

Soon Mercy saw multiple rockets hitting all of them, taking them all out. She flew right in to resurrect them all, “Heroes never die!”

Her staff malfunctioned for a moment. Light shined and they were all brought back, but they all disappeared. Looking around, Mercy looked confused. “Hmm? Where did they go?”

Light shined from her stomach. Soon it expanded out to immense proportions. She felt the five crammed tightly in her stomach as they thrashed about wildly. “What on earth?!”

Tracer yelled out, “Not again!”

“So this is what it feels like to be inside a stomach,” mused Mei, poking at the stomach walls.

“That's not right!” Lucio punched at the stomach wall, only for it to bounce his fist right off.

Rolling her eyes, Widowmaker groaned, “So the hunter becomes the prey... literally.”

D. Va had been panicking and attacking the walls throughly, “This is so gross! Let us out of here!”

Using her staff as leverage to stand, Mercy nervously pondered. “I, uh, don't think I know how to... this never happened to me before.”

“What?!” The five became more alive and fought wildly to get out. Pointing her staff to her stomach, Mercy used the healing on her team. “Do not worry. I will be watching over you... from outside of stomach.”

Widowmaker snarled, “So we get to digest and stay alive throughout. Lovely.”

“Why are you complaining,” Tracer jabbed at Widowmaker's shoulder (while Widowmaker sat atop of Tracer). “You would have done the same to me before!”

“Different case. We were enemies then. We're allies here.”

Lucio asked, “Uh, so what about the enemy team?”

Mercy frowned deeply and turned to the six enemies looking at her. They were more fixated at the massive tummy bigger than any of them than the actual fact that Mercy was there alone. Reaper glared and tapped at the big orb of people inside it. “I think my curse is tame in comparison to this.”

Hanzo contemplated on aiming his arrow. “Bigger target. Bigger kill.”

“Let's blow THEM up!” Junkrat placed a concussive mine at the base of Mercy's belly.

Blinking terrified for a moment, Mercy surprisingly managed to pick up her stomach and swat the enemy team by accident, sending them flying off the cliff. Flying off for a moment with difficulty, Mercy got to a safe place. “Ok... let's think about this for a moment...”

The five inside her were dizzy and disoriented. Tracer shook her head, which poked out tightly from Mercy's belly, and said, “Oww! Watch where you swing that thing!”

D. Va, as she was squished between Widowmaker and Mei, complained, “I'm sure I hit something hard and metal...”

“Sorry about that...” Mercy thought for a moment and then got an idea. “Lucio! Could you use your speed boost on me?”

“I could... why?” He soon saw where this was going, “Uh, I'm not sure about that. I rather not end up as a squished sandwich in here.”

Tracer sighed, “We're in her stomach, love. I don't think there's a difference what we are in here.”

“Once we deal with that pesky payload, we'll visit Winston and figure out what we can do about this problem of ours.”

Back at the respawn, Junkrat wobbled out of the entrance. “What the blazes was that that hit me? Anyone get the number of that train?”

Before he took another step, he saw a giant blob of flesh speeding right for him. As if almost in slow motion, he saw D. Va's face poking out of the belly as he thought (just like in slow motion too), “Oh shi-”

The stomach railed him and sent him flying back into the spawn, knocking Bastion and Pharah out. Flying off again, Mercy contently said, “See? I think we find a solution to our attacking problem.”

“Speak for yourself...” D. Va rubbed her sore cheek as the five of them were huddled close in the stomach.

“Now there's only a few seconds...”

Tracer asked, “Mercy, you ok?”

“I, uh... seem to miscalculated where I was going.”

“... Why's that?” Lucio felt like he, along with the others, were floating.

“We fell off the cliff.”

Reaper walked to the edge where they fell off and watched as Mercy fell to the ground, with six screams filling the air. “I really shouldn't ask.”

A few seconds later, the six walked out of the first spawn, looking flustered, disgusted, or tired. “You sure that staff of yours is fixed,” asked Lucio.

“We're here, so I think so.”

Tracer squinted at Mercy. “If you want another mate in your belly, some heads up would be nice.”

D. Va and Lucio shook at the notion of going into a stomach again and ran off as Mei shrugged. Widowmaker licked her lips as Mercy patted Tracer's shoulder. “You are always welcome if you need healing.”

Putting a fist to her chest, Mercy went, “URRRRPPP!!!” The others just ran off as Mercy trailed behind. “Sorry...”

Symmetra's Teleporter Goof:
As Symmetra placed her last sentry near the first control point, she readied herself to aid in the defense of keeping Anubis locked away. “With hard work, we'll be in perfect harmony.”

She was in the back while her team was focusing on the giant arch way. Not much later, she heard, “Fire in the hole!” Soon she knew trouble was coming, and her teleporter was ready to be deployed. She ran off and found a nice, lonely place and readied the teleporter.

Symmetra placed it down, “My teleporter is online. The path is open.” Soon it sparked and broke down. “Hmm?” The teleporter light flew right into Symmetra's stomach and hummed as if it was on. “That can't be right...”

The rip-tire blew up, with two of the five getting caught. A few seconds later, McCree and Mercy respawned and headed for the teleporter opening. They went through, but where they ended up they didn't know right away. Looking down, Symmetra saw her stomach blow up in size to two people tightly packed in.

“How unsightly...” Symmetra frowned as she tried to steady herself with the two kicking and punching at their fleshy prison.

“I think your teleporter as a few kinks in it, Symmetra...” McCree growled.

“Ooh, so this is what it's like. Tracer must be well acquainted with these surroundings.”

“Not by design, I hope,” Symmetra frowned and looked at her misshaped stomach. “Now look at what you two are doing to my stomach.”

McCree scoffed, “Sorry that your teleporter put us here and made it not-symmetrical.”

As the sentries took care of Reaper, Symmetra heard Zarya and Pharah getting eliminated. “Oh dear. My friends, please do not use my teleporter. There is something-”

Before she could finish, Symmetra felt two more people getting stuffed into her stomach. “What madness is this?” Zarya jabbed at the stomach walls, causing Symmetra to wince. “I am not amused by tiny little breathing space.”

“Then perhaps we should accommodate so we're not hurting each other,” suggested Mercy. Mercy and Pharah huddled to both sides of Zarya while McCree pressed up in front of her.

“Well isn't this nice and cozy?”

Looking around, Symmetra looked worried. “Oh dear. Where did Reinhardt get to?”

She saw him charging in at Genji before he got sliced down. Widening her eyes, Symmetra started to panic. “We may have a problem. Can you get rid of the teleporter?”

“I will break it with my bare hands!” Zarya attempted to pull and crush the device, but it wouldn't break. “Damn friendly fire being off!”

“Again! Again!” They heard Reinhardt cheering before setting his charge right into the teleporter.

“NOOOOO!!”

Before anyone knew it, Reinhardt filled Symmetra's belly immensely. The charge propelled Symmetra and her stomach forward, sending her towards the entrance. Tracer ran up in a second, only for her to be smacked away. Reaper teleported right into the belly's path. “Oh no...”

The belly caught him, causing him to shout out before the stomach smashed right into a wall. Reinhardt groaned as the others seethed. “Can you look before you charge,” groaned Zarya.

“Sorry comrades. I didn't think the teleporter would put me here. Where is here, anyways?”

“I'll give ya three guesses.” McCree snorted a laugh, with Pharah elbowing him.

Mercy stated, “We're in... Symmetra's stomach. Somehow the teleporter malfunctioned.”

“... Ah. Then let us break free!”

“NOOO!!” Everyone stopped him from using his hammer.

Mercy calmly suggested, “How about we not hurt our friend? I would not like to see the outcome of that.”

Pharah asked, “So how do we escape?”

“Fire in the hole!”

Symmeta looked horrified. “How fast did he get a second one?” The rip-tire came bouncing towards her. Instead of going off right away, though, it entered her mouth. Too shocked to react properly, she swallowed.

“Don't worry, my friends! I'll be your shield-” BOOM! The eliminated notifications went off for all five in there.

Symmetra took a lot of damage, but she survived. Smoke erupted out of her mouth as she came to her senses. Taking a big gulp of air, she pushed onto her stomach. “BUUUURRRRRPPPP!!! Oh my... how unslightly.”

The five respawned and mostly avoided the teleporter. Symmetra's stomach quickly began to shrink back down as she focused on digesting. There was one last use on the teleporter, though. Mercy was a little disoriented as the spawn misplaced her. She took one step and went through the teleporter back accident.

With only a beach ball of a belly left, Symmetra brushed herself off, “I will correct my mistakes.” Before she knew it, her stomach expanded once more, though with only the shape of Mercy bulging through. “Perhaps I stand corrected.”

“... Oh not again...”

“Well you can accompany me while I place sentries, my dear. You'll be a perfect support.” She patted Mercy's cheek through her stomach.

Mercy, in turn, only huffed. “Very well. I will be at your side... by being inside you. Lead the way.”

Widowmaker's New Ultimate:
Kneeling in the open high doorway of King's Row, Widowmaker kept her eye on the attackers' front doors. They would soon open, and she'll drop them with headshots. “One shot. One kill.”

Soon Reaper floated by her and told her, “Do you have something useful to kill them? I can find them all too easy.”

She rolled her eyes, “All I need is them in my sights.”

“Your ultimate is weak.”

Before she could protest, Roadhog began to pin three of the attackers to the wall as Junkrat blew up his rip-tire. “See? Weak.”

A sniper shot hit Reaper in the head, taking him down. Widowmaker took care of the attacking one as Reaper stood back up. “Seems your immortality is working still. Not that strong if I can take you down, hmm?”

“My curse... just do your job and kill them faster.”

Gritting her teeth at him, Widowmaker saw that the enemy team getting close to the control point. Her Bastion near her alerted that he was ready for its ultimate. Widowmaker took out a syringe and prepared it. “I've been meaning to try this out.”

She pricked and injected herself. “Aah... now then. It is time for me to become an actual predator.”

With Bastion whistling it's battle charge, Widowmaker shot her hook to the wall and descended down a bit. She saw Tracer dodging Bastion while the others were blasted. “Nice try, love!”

“Come here, cherie!” Widowmaker shot another hook and caught Tracer, wrapping around her. She yanked her prey up and drew herself up back where she was. “Bonjour, cherie.”

“Hi love! Can you let me go?” Tracer tried to break free of the hook.

“No,” Widowmaker shook her head. “I wanted to show you something new.”

Frowning, Tracer tried to jump down to the others, “I, uh, think I'm good. Cheers!”

“You are the fly to my black widow.” Opening wide, Widowmaker pulled Tracer in and shoved her right into her mouth. Grunting out a scream, Tracer thrashed against Widowmaker's hold. She pushed away at her, but Widowmaker's grasp was much stronger than hers.

Slurping at Tracer's face, Widowmaker moaned in pleasure as she tasted her face. A sweet, yet salty taste. Below her, the enemy team got the payload, but her team managed to get rid of them afterwards. The only ones left wer Tracer and Zenyatta. Smirking with Tracer in her mouth, she continued her meal.

Tracer's shoulders were now shoved into Widowmaker's throat. She squirmed as much as possible, but she couldn't escape from her hungry mouth. Widowmaker wasn't thrilled with the clothes hiding the flavor, but she had to make this somewhat quick without getting spotted by enemies.

Another gulp down sent Tracer's head into Widowmaker's stomach as it filled out. “Sweet wine... again?!” Her face was then pressed into the stomach walls as Widowmaker swallowed her down more. Tracer's legs kicked wildly as Widowmaker slurped them down, forcing the small girl into her belly.

“Mmmm...” Widowmaker licked her lips lavishly as she relished in the taste she got. She rubbed her belly as Tracer thrashed crazily in her stomach. “No one can hide from my sight.”

Below her, Zenyatta sat atop the payload and carried it off with no one else around. “The payload and I move as one.”

Tracer continued to struggle when Widowmaker moaned lowly, “I hate to part ways so soon, cherie, but I have other plans.” Widowmaker strained a bit and squeezed onto her belly.

“What are you doing?!” Tracer pushed and kicked but Widowmaker's stomach acides began to speed up.

“Special Talon serum. It'll make this quick.”

Tracer cried out and soon Widowmaker's belly shrunk down a bit. Licking her lips, Widowmaker sighed. “Shame, cherie. I really wanted to enjoy that more. You tasted excellent, though.”

A few seconds later, Widowmaker turned around and saw Zenyatta getting away with the payload. “Oh no...”

Just after that, she felt someone lay an arm on her shoulder. “Hey love. What you looking at?”

“...” Widowmaker frowned and then felt a sticky bomb being placed on her back. “Bombs away!”

Widowmaker flew out from the explosion as Reaper saw her body drop. “Weak ultimate.” He then went to pursue Zenyatta as he cruised through with the payload.

Widowmaker then respawned, “Let's try that again.”

Mei's Warm Save:
In the cold area of Volskaya, Mei's team prepared to defend the area from attackers. She stood fine but she noticed that her team was getting cold. “Hey, are you guys holding up? You look cold.”

Mercy shivered, “I don't know how Zarya does this with less clothes than you.”

“If we do our proper functions, we'll get through this quickly.” Symmetra nodded, though shivering as well, with Tracer and Widowmaker doing the same.

Near the control point, Torbjörn was busy with his turret, “Bah. Can't take the cold, you pansies...” He grumbled as he reinforced it.

Just as the door opened, a rogue Zarya and Mei threw out a strange device which took to the sky. Snow and high winds beat down at the group as other Meis and Zaryas ran out and towards the point.

“Huh, look at that. I don't feel any different...” Mei looked at the device and then her teammates. She saw them slowly freezing up when Tracer at the last second blink towards Mei. “Hey, watch out!”

A second later, Tracer disappeared. Mei looked around until she felt something move in her stomach. “Tracer?” Her tummy grew out with the shape of Tracer hanging off. “Tracer!”

“Don't worry, love! I can get out whenever I want! The accelerator isn't damaged. It's much warmer in here anyways.”

“Hmm... that gives me an idea.”

Mei searched Widowmaker for her new ultimate, “Hope this works.” Mei injected herself and felt her jaw becoming looser. She then grabbed Widowmaker and shoved her right into her mouth. While frozen, Mercy and Symmetra look horrified as Mei swallowed down Widowmaker. Slurping her down fast, she got Widowmaker's feet down and turned to Symmetra. Widowmaker, meanwhile, slid next to Tracer and started to warm up. “Hiya love!”

“Bonjour. So this is what it is like.”

“Yeah, but I can get out anytime,” Tracer winked. “Hope Mei is feeling merciful.”

Widowmaker frowned as Symmetra's head crammed right into the already tight space. “Well this is rather unsightly.” She slid in right next to the other two as her body warmed up, “At the very least, it's a comfortable temperature.”

“Indeed, but we have a slight problem...” Widowmaker stretched some liquid with her fingers, “We are prey to her stomach.”

“Perhaps I can be of assistance.” The three looked up to see Mercy getting dropped in next, who said, “We have a sauna to sit in as opposed to being icicles.”

Using her staff and healing abilities, Mercy kept all of them from digesting. Tracer snickered, “Like old times, right love?”

Symmetra frowned, “You have a fascination being in here?”

“What?! No! Just she helped with this sort of thing before, is all...”

Trying to lift up her belly to get to the control point, Mei said, “I'll keep you in there until that stupid machine is done freezing the place up.”

“Who knows when that happens...” Widowmaker groaned.

“On the plus side, Torbjörn is doing a great job defending,” pointed out Mei as the enemy team laid defeated before the turret.

“All in a day's work,” Torbjörn puffed out his chest. “Just stay on the point so they can go away.”

Mei waddled on over, carrying her super large belly with her, and plopped down on the ground. “Hope it isn't too long...”

Zarya's Workout Meal:
Zarya had been busy bench pressing as she trained for her next assignment for Overwatch. Trotting along, Reinhardt stopped at the bench, “Greetings, comrade. How goes the weight lifting?”

“As good as it gets...” Zarya popped the bar up and leaned up. “Perhaps you want to test my strength with arm wrestle?”

“Not right now. I wanted to ask you how you train so well? There must be something else other than your rigorous lifting.”

Smirking, Zarya answered, “Of course. My diet is always top notch. However, teammates have given me even better way of giving me protein intake to really work out.”

“What may that be?”

“I'll show you, armor man.” Zarya ran off and came back with Tracer and Mercy. “It's very simple. Tracer showed me this by accident.”

Frowning, Mercy told her, “I don't like participating in this act.”

“Neither do I,” Tracer glared at Zarya.

“Come on, friends! It'll help me get even stronger, and you'll want a stronger tank in battle, yes?”

Tracer stared at her and sighed defeatedly, “Ok, ok... You owe me.”

“I'll give all the credits to buy that outfit you want.”

“Now you're talking!” Tracer's smile faded when Zarya grabbed her and lifted her up. “Please be gentle.”

Opening wide, Zarya stuffed Tracer right into her mouth completely. Tracer struggled within Zarya's cheeks as she savored the smaller girl. Tracer bulged out of the cheeks before Zarya put some pressure on her throat and began to swallow. She strained to get all of Tracer down at once, but soon one big lump traveled down her neck, passing her breasts, and right into her gut.

With Tracer nestled into Zarya's belly, she crossed her arms. Mercy sighed and began healing Tracer through Zarya, “I don't like you abusing this system, Zarya.”

“Is good workout! Tracer doesn't digest with around and we all win!”

“I'm not entirely convinced...” Tracer softly squirmed.

Zarya went back down on the bench and picked up the bar. She then proceeded with bench pressing once more, with Tracer being jostled with each thrust. Reinhardt remained silent throughout this and simply walked away once Zarya was busy.

“My same sentiments, Reinhardt,” said Mercy.

“Next I will bench press D. Va in mech!”

Getting up, Zarya carrying her almost-pregnant belly along as Mercy trailed behind still healing. Tracer sighed, “Here we go...”

Putting a hand to her chest, Zarya belted out one loud, “URRRRRRPPPP!!!”

“Hey!” Tracer kicked at Zarya's stomach.

“Sorry, my tasty friend.”

D. Va's Mech Impersonation:
Looking at her mech suit, D. Va pondered. She wondered if she herself could be as big as Winston or Reinhardt in addition to her suit. Thinking back, she remembered when Tracer accidentally blinked into her tummy while in her mech, causing it to break down.

“Hey! Not cool. I was on one nice streak!”

Tracer pushed out at D. Va's belly, with her skin-tight suit making each movement pronounced, “Sorry! Can't control my accelerator.”

Or something like that, as D. Va remembered Tracer getting in there. She thought that she could get bigger with something in her belly. But she would need something easy and not that big. Peeking out, she saw Roadhog trotting about. “Hmm.... nah. Too big.”

Tracer blinked about carelessly. “Nope. Seems she can get out of me just fine.”

Genji sprinted off towards something. “Too fast and not all that tasty with that cyborg junk.”

She laid her eyes on Pharah as she sat on a bench and tweaked her rocket launcher. “Ah, perfect!”

Taking her mech over, D. Va her down, “Hi!”

“Greetings. Can I help you?”

“Yeah!” D. Va hopped out of the mech and went to grab Pharah, “I need help becoming a better tank!”

Before Pharah could object, D. Va stuffed her head right into her mouth. D. Va just realized that only the helmet was taken off as she savored Pharah's head. She then noticed that she was wearing her jetpack still. Soon Pharah launched into the air as fought to get out of D. Va's mouth.

As others on the ground watched, both Pharah and D. Va kicked their legs wildly as D. Va tried to get more of Pharah down. The sudden speed going up soon helped D. Va get Pharah's shoulders down her throat when they dipped down.

The next boost sent them horizontally. Pharah shot herself further down, with only her feet wiggling out now. Getting a slight laugh out, D. Va got Pharah's feet in with her tongue and closed her mouth. Tilting her head back, D. Va swallowed Pharah completely whole.

“Aaaah. That hit the spot! Now-” She looked down and saw she was in high in the air, “Oh no.” She soon started to fall back down.

As Pharah kicked and thrashed inside D. Va's belly, she used her jetpack once more, sending both her and D. Va flying about in the air. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on! Let's control this, girl!”

“How about you let me out?!” Pharah kept punching and kicking. “Just be lucky that I don't have my rockets on me!”

“No, no! Listen! Use your jetpack and I'll protect the skies as a tank!”

“... Oh, ok.” Pharah punched hard once more, making D. Va wince, “That's for getting me in here to begin with! And I don't want to digest!”

Pondering more, D. Va spotted Mercy and some of her of her gear. “Hold on. I got this!” Sighing, Pharah boosted down as D. Va scooped up both her gear and Mercy.

“Oh! My, hello there.” Mercy felt D. Va's stomach riding up underneath her, “Is Tracer blinking into people again?”

D. Va shook her head, “Nope! Got a new idea to being a better tank!”

“... Oh wonderful. I see where this is going.”

Giving Mercy a tablet, D. Va told her, “Have Pharah and you use this once inside.”

With D. Va opening wide again, Mercy winced and whimpered as she felt her tongue slide up against her face. Within D. Va's stomach, Pharah watched Mercy's head pop in. “Greetings, doctor.”

“Hello there. What a predicament we got ourselves in, hmm?”

Pharah aided Mercy in as they huddled together. “So now what?” They heard D. Va from outside belching loudly as she rubbed into her belly a bit roughly. “Other than punching her in the face.”

Mercy handed Pharah the tablet, “She told me to use this once in here.”

“What is it?” The tablet turned on as a first-person view of D. Va popped on the screen.

“Hiya! You can control me from in there to fly while I shoot these noobs down!”

Mercy and Pharah looked at each other and sighed. “Very well.”

“Don't worry! I got this!”

With Mercy healing and Pharah using her jetpack with difficulty, D. Va flew high in the sky and readied her pistol and Pharah's rocket launcher. “Let's shoot for a new high score!”

Pharah's Accidental Fly-through “Grab:”
Flying high, Pharah kept to the skies as long as she could while her team prepared to defend Hollywood director Hal-Fred Glitchbot from being taken away. She saw Mercy healing Reinhardt as he shielded the way to the limo. Soon his shield broke as an enemy Bastion lined its sights on him and Mercy.

“I will protect the innocent.”

Reinhardt fell as Mercy started to take hits. Pharah flew down and went to grab Mercy out of there. However, as she was flying down, her jetpack malfunctioned and sent her faster down towards Mercy. Pharah swooped in and flew right back out. Before she knew it, Pharah was back in the air but Mercy was nowhere she could she.

That is, until Pharah saw Mercy's legs kicking out of her mouth. Pharah gasped but also instinctively swallowed more, taking in Mercy's calves before her feet desperately kicked. Before Pharah could try to pull Mercy out, another sudden boost up caused her to gulp one last time and sent Mercy completely into her stomach.

Pharah landed down somewhere safe and looked at her squirming belly. Her stomach broke through her armor as Mercy's arms and legs moved about inside. “Pharah dear? I appreciate you saving me from enemy fire, but I much rather not be inside here.”

“I can see that. Sorry, it wasn't intentional. Didn't Tracer have this problem before?”

“By blinking into people, yes,” Mercy sighed. “We'll have to see her or Winston to get us out of this situation.”

Rubbing her belly, Pharah thought for a moment. “Hmmm...”

“... Pharah... what are you thinking?”

Standing up, while jostling Mercy about in her stomach, Pharah told her, “We have a mission to complete, and neither of them are here at the moment. Once we're done, we'll see them.”

Curling up into a ball, Mercy only sighed louder. “Very well. I should just get used to being a healer within people.”

“Besides, when we're in the air, you become a big target. While I may be bigger with you in there, you'll stay safe while you heal me. I think it's a great payoff.”

“Oooh, good point. A doctor staying safe is most beneficial. We shall do great work.”

Licking her lips, Pharah hovered through the air and readied her rocket. “I must say... you tasted heavenly from what I got.”

“... Thanks... I think.”