"So what's the plan today, Gabe? You don't mind if I call you Gabe, do you?"
Gabriel Reyes felt himself cringe at the irritating Mexican hacker's voice. "Stick to the mission," he groaned. Then he thought for a moment. "Actually..." He remembered he was given a package of diapers. He walked over to the pool table at King's Row, England, and bent to grab the package that was under the table. While holding the box with one hand, he took one of his claws from the other and tore open the sealing. He set the package on the table and removed one of the diapers from it, tearing the plastic off and walking back over to Sombra and showing it to her.
"I was told to give this to you."
The hacker looked at the blacked-robed man quizzically. "¿Qué la mierda?"
"Look, all I know about this mission, from what Doomfist told me, is that there won't be any bathroom breaks today. You need to take a shit, you gotta do it in here." He looked at the diaper for reference.
Sombra looked at him, unable to determine the expression on his face through his white, skull-shaped mask, still looking puzzled as ever. "You can't be serious. If I need to take a piss I'll just go someplace and -"
"Just do it. For the sake of the mission. I'll have Widowmaker wear one too, so you won't be the only one."
Sombra placed a hand on her hip, drumming her fingers against the fabric of her purple-colored trench coat, her micro-Uzi slung over her shoulder with the other. "And I don't suppose you're wearing one as well?"
Reyes went silent for a second. "Like I said, just stick to the mission." He tossed the diaper to her. Sombra didn't have a chance to respond before Reyes transformed into a thick black trail of smoke and took off. Sombra caught the diaper and glared at it for a while. She tucked her gun under her armpit and removed one of her gloves, feeling the smooth, padded foam with her bare hand. She grabbed each end and stretched it, noticing it stretched quite far. She looked around to make sure no one was around, then hesitated. She temporarily brought her weapon to the ground and slipped off her tight, black, latex material pants, sliding them off her feet and tossing it to the ground. She took the diaper and wrapped it between her legs. It fit quite snugly, and she patted the strap that held the diaper together.
"Why do I feel like a baby..." She grabbed her pants and inserted one foot at a time in each hole, sliding them back up her tan legs and shuffling her hips a bit when the top reached her waistline. She put on a disappointed face when she realized the diaper would ruin the shape of her ass, which her tight pants so perfectly outlined before. "Well, looks like I won't be able to get my fans to masturbate while I'm bowing against the wall anymore." Her sad face quickly turned into a chuckle.
"Okay, so, I'm seeing Hanzo, Junkrat, his buddy Roadhog, Torbjörn, Zenyatta, and Lúcio," Amélie Lacroix said after putting her Infra-sight on. Neither Reyes or Sombra commented, just took it as a mental note as they waited for the doors to open. Once they did, the three poured themselves out onto the narrow, cobblestone streets. Their goal was to try and capture the area by the statue of Tekhartha Mondatta, the omnic and spiritual leader who Lacroix had assassinated some time ago. Now that he was dead, though, it certainly wasn't going to be an easy task to walk through the area without getting shot, especially if it was from the likes of Talon.
Reyes had his back pressed against a wall, one of his shotguns over his shoulder and at the ready, waiting for the opportune time to strike, while Lacroix stood at high ground, one eye open and glaring through the lens of her sniper rifle, looking for the first head she could shoot. Sombra cloaked herself, found Torbjörn's turret, then started to hack it, dancing her fingers as purple lines trailed from her fingertips to said turret. In less than a second, the turret stopped moving.
"Turret offline," she said. She quickly re-located to the translocator she dropped earlier, standing right alongside Reyes. Reyes briefly peeked his head out of the wall and onto the open streets.
"Stay close to me," he said as he uncovered himself, walking towards the objective, dual shotguns held at point-blank range. Sombra groaned at being told what to do, then followed suit.
It was only a few seconds after that a hook shot out and lunged at the man. Sombra watched as the hook wrapped around his neck, dragging his whole body towards a giant pig, something that Reyes didn't see before. Reyes quickly went into his Wraith form before he heard a loud shot ring around the area.
"Look a little more carefully next time, pendejo," Sombra muttered as she cloaked again, disappearing behind enemy lines. She set another translocator and went back to the battlefield, spraying bullets wherever she could find a target. She did this for a while, going back and forth from shooting to finding safety.
"It's like someone put rubber on these bullets," she complained, noticing how terrible both the weapon damage and spread was, especially at far range. Lacroix managed to find a couple of targets, and being the perfectly trained sniper that she is, not one bullet missed their heads. Their bodies dropped to the ground, before they would respawn ten seconds later at their spawn point.
"Gracias, amiga." Sombra headed towards the objective, seeing that it was mostly unoccupied, capturing it by herself. Reyes was nowhere to be found.
"RYŪ GA WAGA TEKI O KURAU!" Hanzo Shimada appeared out of nowhere, making a constipated look on his face as he pulled the string on his bow and let go of the tension, causing two great red spirit dragons to emerge, moving forward and circling around each other in a spiral-like fashion, heading in Sombra's direction. Sombra only looked at the dragons briefly before she tried to re-locate.
But she couldn't. She hadn't realized she had spent so much time on the objective that her translocator had disappeared after fifteen seconds.
Nothing was going to stop the dragons from consuming her, now; there was no way she could sidestep in time to avoid them at the fast pace they were moving. Her eyes went wide, mouth agape as she prayed for the best.
The dragons suddenly stopped right before her face. Sombra glared at them, their faces looking like those Chinese dragons you see at a Chinese restaurant, unsure what was happening. The glowing dragons seemed to have a mind of their own now. One of them shrunk its head and slowly slithered its way down Sombra's throat, the force of the dragon causing her to open her mouth and allowing the dragon in. Sombra went wide-eyed again as she saw the dragon slimming its snake-like body down so it could fit into her mouth. A large lump formed into her throat, and she was forced to swallow. Her stomach inflated like a balloon, tearing through her undergarments and spilled out from under the skirt of her trench coat. Said skirt barely covered the top of her now exposed, bronze-colored belly, the size of her gut wider and longer than someone who was about ready to give birth.
"UUUURRRRPPPP!" Sombra involuntarily let out a loud and long burp. She quickly covered her mouth and just as quickly blushed, clearly embarrassed at how she looked. She cussed loudly before she looked at her large gut. It churned ever so slowly, the dragon within her making a comfortable place for itself.
"What the hell did you do?" Sombra asked the archer.
The Shimada glared at her and said nothing. It looked like he was just as puzzled.
The other dragon, who was still there, decided to make its way into her as well. Down the dragon went, shrinking itself down like the other so it wouldn't stretch Sombra's jawline too much. Sombra was once again forced to accept her prey, swallowing it down with a resounding gulp, her stomach expanding even more than before. The bottom of her Latina belly was only a few inches above the ground now, and Sombra felt pressure on her back as she tried to keep standing.
Sombra let out another belch. She dropped the gun she was holding and laid both hands on her wide stomach.
"Aw, my poor belly…" Sombra felt full, yet strangely, not overly stuffed. She could hear it loudly protest at the dragons she just consumed, and rumble along the way. "Well, I guess that's one way to take care of your dragons!"
Shimada still glared at her, still trying to comprehend what had happened. It had appeared the dragons did the reverse of what they were supposed to do: consume her, not the other way around. Yet as he looked on at the girl's giant tummy, he felt his cock stiffen.
Hanzo...the spirit dragon beckoned from within her. Worship me.
He walked over to her, almost as if in a trance. He bent to his knees before Sombra's big belly and put his bow to the side. He made eye contact with her navel before he looked at the rest of her exposed skin.
Worship me…the dragon beckoned again. Only the Shimada himself could hear the voice. Sombra gave the man an odd look, only to slap him in the head when he tried to lay his hands on her.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" She backed away.
Shimada only pulled himself closer to her with his knees, face blank, eyes drooping, mouth almost doing the same.
Hanzo...I could not resist. Come here. Bow before me…
"Get away from me!" Sombra started to freak out. She wobbled over to the gun she dropped earlier and clumsily bent over to grab it. She pointed it at the archer while slightly panting from her exercise. Where's Widow when you need her?
But Lacroix was disturbed at the sight as well. It made her lose her focus.
"I'm sorry," Shimada managed to mutter, raging cock pressed against his black sweatpants, "the dragons...they're telling me to worship them."
She wanted to laugh but didn't. "You sure you didn't have a scorpion bowl too many before you got here? Or for all I know, dragon punch?"
Then she felt her ass tingle. Her belly rumbled and growled. There was nothing she could do about it. Sombra felt her diaper expand behind her. She scrunched her face and clutched her stomach as both feces and urine were being emptied out.
Hanzo...it seems I'm too much for her. So I guess this is where we part ways. But don't worry; you'll always be able to spawn me again on your next ult.
Sombra's diaper sagged, the foam that was once white now discolored in both brown and yellow. Everything that was in her stomach was now disposed by her ass, her stomach now back to its slim shape and hidden under her trench coat. She dropped her weapon again from the unexpected mess. If it weren't for the fresh scent the diaper was pre-equipped with, she would have smelt awful.
Actually, it just covered only a little of the horrible smell of a hot, steaming pile of feces.
"No! The dragon stirs within me!" With that, Shimada leaped up and forced himself inside Sombra, before even giving her time to contemplate what had just happened. She wouldn't be able to speak as Shimada opened her mouth wide. Somehow, he was able to jump right in. His head, neck, and shoulders went through. Using her insides as support, he pushed himself further into her.
"Swallow me, damnit!" the Shimada demanded.
No use in trying to pull him out now. Sombra gripped the lower half of his body, pushing him in with her hands, swallowing more and more of him at a time, the saliva in her mouth thankfully making a useful lubricant. Only his legs and feet dangled out. Sombra ripped off the metal pieces that were his boots and pushed the rest of him in, sucking her lips in as his feet finally went into her. She made another massive GULP! as the lump in her throat moved down into her ever-expanding tummy. Shimada curled himself into a ball as all of him was now into the pit of her stomach.
"UUUURRRRPPPP!" Sombra looked at her belly. She took her gloves off and rubbed it. She closed her eyes. Oddly, she felt good. The Shimada himself tasted...good.
"So when you're ready, go ahead and dump me with my dragons," Shimada said from within her, wiggling himself to get comfortable. Sombra couldn't help but giggle at his movements. "Or, at least of what's left of them."
She chuckled. "Hey, it's the least I can do for you, pervertido." She wobbled around, still at the objective. "Widow, are you seeing this?" she said through her earpiece.
"I, um, yes, I am," Lacroix stammered, trying to keep concentrated for any more enemies. She couldn't tell if she wanted to laugh at the scene before her, be intrigued, or remain disturbed.
"Interesting way to get rid of them," Sombra laughed. She was glad she wore the diaper. It stuck about three feet behind her, carrying the disposed remains of the two dragons, and what will soon probably be Hanzo himself. She was disgusted at the smell, however.
"Someone making a barbecue without me?" Jamison Fawkes came to the scene from the incredibly strong scent, noticing a bloated Sombra with a filled-up diaper. His smile, which he was always carrying, grew even wider.
"Oh, and we got a pretty one at that!" He felt around his torn-up, camouflage khakis and removed a bottle from one of his pockets. Upon closer examination, Sombra could see that it looked like olive oil.
Why the hell would he be carrying something like that around?
He popped off the cork and proceeded to pour the contents over his Super Saiyan-like hair. It dripped down his head and slowly moved its way from there. The pint was emptied entirely. Fawkes tossed the bottle aside and used his hands to spread the oil all over his body after dropping his weapons, his khakis included, and over his erect cock.
Sombra's eyes widened. She had to admit, the Australian did have a somewhat attractive appearance, what with his slim body and all, but she had a feeling he was trying to get inside her too.
"What are you doing?"
"Gonna be your next dinner!" Fawkes ran to her, and in much the same way as Shimada, he opened her mouth and brought himself in. She tried to close her mouth, but even the strength of her jaws couldn't outweigh his hands. Jumped in he went, forcing himself down her esophagus. Sombra was once again forced to swallow, her swelling neck lumping and moving down into the pit of her Mexican belly. Fawkes found himself sitting right alongside Shimada.
"Oh, I didn't know you had company in here!"
"You know where we're going, right?" Shimada whispered to him.
"Uh...right where we are now?"
"No. In her diaper."
"You mean, she's gonna -"
"Shhhh...yeah."
"Are these guys like, making suicide wishes or something?" Sombra asked Lacroix.
"No idea. But whatever is happening down there, it seems to be a very efficient method of eradicating the enemy. Just keep doing what it is that you're doing."
Then the intestines in her rear started getting upset again. Sombra stood there, shitting out the two men she just ate. Hanzo sat there eerily in silence as he observed his body parts getting thrashed about through her vulva, Fawkes screaming in horror. This wasn't what he was expecting. Sombra clutched her stomach once more as it gradually got thinner, feeling relief as her diaper, being as stretchy and absorbent that it was, continued expanding outward. It touched the ground and continued to make its way inches at a time. Sombra squeezed her ass a bit harder at times, shitting out bone fragments of the folk who once made up Shimada and Fawkes.
The screaming finally ended as Sombra finished her dump, her stomach back to normal again. She looked behind her, to see her soiled, browned diaper on both sides of her, still intact in one piece.
"Looks like those diapers really work," Lacroix commented.
Sombra blushed. "You saw that?"
"No one can hide from my sight," was all Lacroix replied, no hint of any emotion at all, not even laughter.
"You wanna come over here and help me secure the objective, since apparently you got nothing better to do other than watch me shit myself?"
"Ew, no. I'll stay here atop this perch and keep on the lookout."
Sombra grunted. It took great effort just to walk as she would drag the giant pile of feces and urine from behind. Still, the diaper stayed with her without tearing apart, surprisingly.
"No! I can't do this!"
Mako Rutledge ignored the pleading little man that he was carrying in his arms and made his way to Sombra.
"WANT SOME CANDY?" the man behind the black gas mask asked as he showed Torbjörn Lindholm to her. He proceeded to remove the midget's jetback, then his mask, then his armor. Lindholm squirmed in the pig's grasp, continuing to plead for his life.
"Oh, shut up."
Sombra watched as Rutledge stripped the old man to his nude form and proceeded to look away.
"Gross! No!"
"Too bad." Rutledge shoved the midget to her mouth and forced her jaw to open. He shoved the man head-first with one hand and grasped the back of Sombra's head with the other. Sombra didn't bother to protest; she knew that if Rutledge wanted it done, he was going to get it done. She reluctantly let the midget in. He was much easier to swallow than the other two. The result was a small pudge in her belly, still big enough, though, to slip under her skirt.
Lindholm pounded within, cursing at his fate and the good-for-nothing teammate he once had.
"If it makes you feel any better, little man," the pig responded, "you won't be alone in there. Come on out, guys!"
Tekhartha Zenyatta and Lúcio Correia dos Santos walked into the fore. Sombra was unable to read the expression on the monk's face, while Santos looked ecstatic as ever.
"What is going on?" Sombra asked helpelessly.
"Don't worry, this is the last of 'em," Rutledge replied. Zenyatta walked to her.
"I was asked to be put inside you. Now, if you would be so kind as to do that for me, so I can usher my way to paradise."
Sombra gave him a confused look, then looked at the pig and Santos, the pig's face also unreadable from his mask, Santos for whatever reason looking excited.
"You're supposed to pick him up and eat him," Rutledge said in an irritated tone.
Sombra shrugged. Having people squirm in her stomach felt good. She grabbed the omnic with both hands. Upon opening her mouth, she dropped him in, solid metal sliding along her insides, cool to the touch. Her stomach expanded to make room for him. To Sombra's delight, he didn't protest at all in the process.
"Thank you," Zenyatta said.
Santos was next. He went up to her and rubbed her growling stomach, his black cock springing up in much the same fashion as Shimada's.
"Hope you got some room for me." He proceeded to strip himself in front of her. Sombra didn't mind at all; in fact, she liked his nude form.
"I'll always have room for someone like you," she smiled, almost as if she wanted him to be in her at all times.
Santos smiled back. He jumped into Sombra's mouth and she willingly let him in, sucking his Brazilian body with delight, tasting the salt that came along with it. She shoved him in with her hands, bringing him further and further down into the dark, full depths of her belly.
GULP! Sombra pushed the DJ's feet in with her fingers and swallowed, her dark-colored tummy expanding once more, far larger than a woman with triplets, her back aching at the weight she was holding. She put her hands on the sides and rubbed, smiling that she ate such a hot DJ.
"Good. Now it's my turn." Rutledge proceeded to strip himself down, including the gas mask. A scarred face came out from underneath it. Sombra watched in horror as he grabbed a bottle that was in his jeans, twice the size of the one Fawkes had, and rubbed the liquid all over his fat, pig-like body and over his fat, erect cock. She had never seen a dick as large as his in her life. He walked up a set of stairs and stood directly above Sombra.
He made absolutely no warning as he jumped off the ledge and cannonballed his nude body right into her mouth. Fortunately, she had opened her mouth from the shock, so the four-hundred-or-so pound man had somehow landed square into her mouth and slid right in.
GULP! She couldn't believe it. She just swallowed a four-hundred pound pig whole. Her stomach instantly expanded, definitely touching the ground and going about a foot or two past. Her gut was absolutely massive. She felt overly full, but thankfully it didn't feel so bad after she let out an enormous UUURRRRRRPPP! She looked at her accomplishment, happily hugging her incredibly wide tummy and resting her head on it, panting.
"I...I can't believe I did this," Sombra boasted. "I think that's the last of the enemy!"
Her HUD indicated she had captured the objective. A door opened, and a payload moved forward.
"And I captured the objective all by myself! How's that, Widow?"
Lacroix didn't say anything, again trying to contemplate the situation before her.
But then Sombra forgot...the gastrointestinal organs…
"Mierda!" She felt it coming, hard. Her ass violently exploded, unable to hold the things within her. Large chunks of brown feces squeezed out of her butt. The diaper expanded, stretching further and further still as it was now over the size of a bean bag. Her face was sweating as she pushed her muscles to their limits, groaning and squinting her eyes at how huge of a load she was dumping.
It was finally over about five minutes later. No way she could move now; the diaper was far too heavy. In fact, it was so large it knocked her off her feet, forcing her to sit on her own pile of shit, which was occasionally decorated with bits of bones and shards of metal. Some of the shit exited out of her leg holes. Sombra helplessly kicked her legs about and trashed her arms, unable to go anywhere.
Just like a baby.
It was then that Reyes finally appeared. He teleported to her location. He held his breath as he tried to talk to her, not wanting to smell the stench she made.
"Wha – what happened to you?"
"You know what happened. You did this to me on purpose, didn't you?"
Reyes dropped his shotguns to the ground, cracking his knuckles and craning his neck to the side before he let out a big chuckle.
"Maybe I should fetch Katya while you're still there; this is what happens when you don't follow orders."
"Are you serious?" Sombra glared at the man with piercing eyes, her teeth gritting.
"Hey, at least you had a diaper." With that, Reyes took off, disappearing in his black array of smoke. Sombra looked at Lacroix, who was still perched atop a high elevation. Despite how far away she was, she could see the huge grin on her face. She was also holding up a phone, likely recording the demonstration.
