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Ovorewatch
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(Part 1 - Steamy Surprise) (Boobs, Ass, Playful, Teasing) With Ei firmly beneath her sole and pressed against the sandal, Yae planned on leaving the Tenshukaku and heading straight back to the Shrine. But before she even managed to get to the exit, her patience started wearing thin with Ei constantly fighting back. Not in a weak and amusing way, but actually using her fists and feet to try and lift the massive foot, even going as far as to bite the kitsune's skin. Not that she wanted to, but staying down there was even less of an appealing option. The annoyed kitsune putted as much pressure as she could and started thinking. Yae walked around, looking for something and she decided to pluck the loose string lying in the back of Tenshukaku before taking the sandal off and holding Ei who squirmed and struggled - "M-Miko, you can't just-!" - her puny voice was quickly overwhelmed by the strong yet charming voice of the illustrious kitsune - "Ei, you really have to make everything harder
Hiya everyone!~ ^-^ First of all, some of you may be wondering what I mean by 'Experimental' in the title of the story. It's not meant to be a title but rather... A type. What do I mean by that? Stories branded as 'Experimental' will often be my tries in writing a story involving something that I practically do not have any experience on (in the case of this story - Vore) but want to try and see how I perform. So... Whenever you see 'Experimental' - just know that I'm trying something new to see how comfortable I feel in any given thing and how well I'm able to write it down! Second of all - I know I am in no way original with the name of 'Ovorewatch', but at the sam e time I couldn't think of a better name for that story so let's go with that >-> With explanation out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and have a great time! Experimental stories are something that will come every now and then when I feel like writing something unusual, but it won't become too common. Thank you for your patience and reading~ I love you all!~ ^-^ ~Sparrow~
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Lena Oxton, more widely known by her simpler alias – Tracer. An Overwatch agent, swift and reliable – hopping between the battlefield seemingly in the blink of an eye and fooling her enemies by suddenly appearing right where she was few seconds ago.


Amelie Lacroix, now mainly recognized by her chill-inducing nickname – Widowmaker, Widow for short. Talon's best assassin, a cold killing machine, deadly sniper that barely, if ever, misses her shots. Always seeing her contracts through to the end, even if the situation looks too dire or hopeless to perform a clean shot.


Standing at the two opposing sides of the barricade, Tracer and Widow had a few close calls and clashes between each other. Although Tracer's agility and swiftness was a really helpful factor, however Widow's sharp instincts and unparalleled aim prevailed almost every time. Even in the heat of battle, the sniper was able to keep a cool head. She fired right at Tracer at the perfect moment, forcing her to return to her location from several seconds ago and because of that – allowing the bullet to pierce the head of her assigned target before they could escape.
When Amelie received a name to kill – there was little to no chance that the victim would survive. Having an arsenal of traps, mines and a grappling hook to swiftly move from one location to another if the need arose – it was borderline impossible to get a drop on Widow without alerting her of someone's presence.
She received another assignment. Assassinate another individual seeking to strike peace between humanity and Omnics after all the previous incidents – a fragile peace, for sure, but it was something both sides needed of they wanted to make it into a better future. Understanding the details and importance of the mission, Widow set out immediately.


She arrived at the place earlier than her target which was incredibly beneficial for her – instead of having to quickly scope out the place and deal with the assignment before it's too late – she could have a good look around and prepare for every possibility. It was a difficult spot – a lot of tight spaces, walls and pillars, buildings and trees covering the plaza. However, Widow had already chosen her designated spot. It was one of the rooftops, though contrary to the expectations – it wasn't the highest one.
This point was chosen strategically – allowing her to blend between the buildings much easier, getting to her spot was incredibly limited which made it easy to cover every entrance and, if things took an unexpected turn, she could always move onto a higher ground to make a clean kill. Now, the time was getting more and more scarce. Widow began setting out traps at the possible entrance spots and ensuring that she can get onto the higher rooftop from more than one position. Once everything was said and done, she sat down and waited patiently.


Soon enough, Tracer would arrive at the plaza – having gotten a second chance to oversee the peace talks between Omnics and Humans after failing to stop the assassination plot once. Worrying that Widow may try and sabotage it again, she convinced the higher-ups to let her oversee that mission – she and the deadly sniper have already clashed once and she claimed to know her tricks and that this time would be different.
Convoy with a diplomat was arriving at the plaza and Tracer almost finished looking around the windows and rooftops. At this very moment she took notice of Widow sitting on one of the rooftops – almost as if she didn't try to hide, instead inviting Tracer to another duel between the two. The agile girl, not wanting to screw up another important mission, in an instant begun making her way upwards – taking notice of a rooftop higher, she decided to try and get a drop on her rival to start of the fight with an advantage.
Running swiftly up the stairs of a neighboring building, Tracer set foot on the rooftop above the sniper's designated place. Widow was focused on observing the plaza so Tracer slowly started approaching the edge of a building with a desire to surprise the assassin. Halfway through the rooftop, passing by the nearby antennas, Tracer began feeling dizzy and barely being able to move or comprehend what's going on. Coughing uncontrollably, she panically looked around – there was no fog or distinctive choking smell so she couldn't have tripped the Widow's signature poison mine, but at the same time – she failed to pinpoint the source of this sudden attack.
Hearing that, Widow grappled onto the nearby rooftop and observed as her soon-to-be opponent diminishes in size to a mere inch. Surprised, she was also incredibly glad that the experimental mine has worked – it's contents were barely visible to the naked eye, and considering Tracer's goggles they may as well have been invisible to her, and by forcing the coughing reaction – the target would fully shrink before even realizing that something is going on.


Widow laughed in triumph - ”That was easy.” - the booming voice and Widow's steps were like earthquakes for the newly shrunken Tracer. Confused tiny looked as the assassin's massive hand comes down for her – not being able to understand what happened or why is her rival suddenly the size of a skyscraper, Tracer dashed to the side barely avoiding the grab – however the victory would be short-lived when Tracer realised that there's no way she would have enough energy to outrun Widow and recalling time also didn't seem to bring her former size back.
” You pesky bug...” - Widow claimed a little annoyed and rose her foot into the air before slamming her massive shoe right at the location of the tiny girl. Although Tracer managed to avoid the direct impact point, the incredibly strong gust of wind combined with the following shockwave was enough to knock her off balance and give the assassin more than enough time to grab her tiny prey. With Tracer in her firm grasp, Widow began moving back to her sniping spot.
Walking and jumping down in a casual manner, she sat down in preparation for one clean shot now that all the possible obstacles were out of the picture. Shrunken Tracer wiggled in the iron grasp, growing more scared from the hopelessness and the prospect of failing to prevent a second assassination mission. In the short spurt of clarity, she angrily bit Widow's hand causing her to loose the grip and making the tiny girl somewhat able to escape a little.


The landing was a bit hard but it was no time for worrying about the bruises. ”Ouch! You little...!” - furious Widow began placing step after step onto the tiny girl. Shrunken Tracer kept either running away or dashing to the sides – this time being much more aware of the wind surges and earthquakes and moving accordingly to keep going. Widow has been approaching closer and closer, forcing Tracer's tiny self to keep backing off.
Everything was going according to the plan, if this keeps up for a while longer – Widow will have herself a great deal of fun in addition to the success of an experimental mine. She kept stepping on her, although slightly missing her on purpose to keep forcing her to move right where she wanted the tiny girl to be.


Tracer kept backing off, oblivious to the giantess' plan. The relatively short rooftop seemed like an unending desert of stone through which a titanic woman was crashing through. The tiny girl kept backing off, until she found herself enveloped in a thick purple mist, unable to see or hear anything – she had unintentionally triggered another one of Widow's traps. At her size the poison wasn't that much of a threat, but the fact that she couldn't discern sounds nor sights was problematic. She couldn't navigate the fog and Widow knew exactly where the tiny girl is.
Seemingly from the shadows, a giant hand closed in and grabbed Tracer swiftly, pinching her between the titanic fingers – rendering all of her dashing and biting efforts entirely futile. Widow slowly moved her head back and guided her hand right above her mouth, slowly spreading the cold lips.
As she was opening her mouth, Tracer could see and feel a reeking, dark, seemingly unending chasm below. The tiny girl tried to free herself as much as she could, Widow moved her tongue around, stuck it through her lips and moved it as if to symbolize her moisty mouth inviting Tracer inside. Widow dropped the tiny girl and she found herself on a one way trip into Widow's carnivorous cavern.
Desperate, she tried dashing out of the way mid-air, only to realize that the height of the fall that was normally quite high, at her tiny size was absurd and would certainly end with a quiet splat in the best case scenario or broken bones, rendering her immobile and allowing Widow to have her way anyway in the worst case scenario. In the spurt of panic and realization, she recalled to her previous spot and fell straight into Widow's waiting mouth.
Once the tiny girl fell inside, Widow threw her head forwards, shut her lips tight and began hunting the little prey with her massive tongue. Still not ready to give up, Tracer kept dashing above and below the titanic muscle. Widow could feel her miniscule movements and being a little annoyed by her prey playing with her like that, she came up with a counterattack.
She rose her tongue and moved as if she wanted to slam it directly down on Tracer, effectively forcing her recall – Widow swiftly moved her tongue to the place of the recall, pushing the tiny girl and causing her to crash against her teeth with an incredible force. The power of the impact was so great that Widow could feel Tracer's her chronal accelerator being smashed to pieces – thing that normally would be catastrophic to Tracer, after the shrinking seemed to still keep her in one place. A blessing and a curse for the tiny girl.
Tracer has been rendered unable to dash or recall and was fully at mercy of her god sized rival and her humid mouth. Feeling the shattered device, Widow smiled in victory – knowing that the tiny girl won't be able to do anything. Her assigned assassination target was already at the scene for at least few minutes and the window to take the shot has been getting thinner. Having a perfectly sinister finisher in her mind, she manipulated her tongue, pressing tiny Tracer against her teeth and forcefully pressing her little head outside to observe as her mission ends in an ultimate failure.
Tracer could see the outside world as well as the sniper rifle being slowly aimed at the target. Her tiny pleas and screams were futile. Widow laughed - ”Now watch, as your dream dies~” - and pulled the trigger, effectively assassinating the diplomat and causing panic among the people gathered at the plaza. Widow backed off and closed her mouth, letting go of the tiny prey inside her cavern.
Tracer, seeing that, fell on her knees within the confines of Widow's mouth – her god sized rival began tossing her around her mouth and sucking on her like as if the tiny pray was a mere piece of candy. Playing around with her food using her titanic tongue, she could feel that after seeing the assassination and shattering her accelerator, Tracer lost all desire to fight back and was letting Widow do whatever she desired with her.
The giantess had a lot of fun, already thinking if there would be a possibility of creating shrinking bullets – not for assassinations, but for eventual self-defense or during special cases when the target would be needed alive for questioning. Unintentionally coating Tracer in saliva, Widow was enjoying her double victory. She moved the tiny girl all around her mouth, pinning her to the top and bottom, spreading her across the entirety of her fleshy cheeks and giving her another close encounter with her teeth.
After a while, she placed Tracer on the tip of her tongue and rolled it up and backwards, forcing the tiny girl to tumble down all along the massive muscle and was heading straight towards the giantess' throat. Despite losing all the spark, Tracer still tried to fight back and climb upwards, however the salivation combined with her own exhaustion rendered these efforts futile. Soon enough she began falling down Widow's tight throat – another risky idea came to her tiny mind.


She spread her arms and legs and became stuck in the giantess throat. Trying to slowly make her way back up, what she didn't expect was Widow being prepared for such turn of events. The giantess gathered a considerable amount of saliva in the confines of her mouth and swallowed. The sheer force combined with the gathered fluid sent Tracer plummeting through her rival's tight throat and right into her stomach.
Widow basked in her victory, slowly making her way back to the base of operations and having two more trophies on her account instead of just one. Tracer was never heard from again and had to learn how to live in the confines of Widow's stomach and sustain off the chewed food coming down the fleshy chute and occasional liquid shower. The climb back upwards was impossible due to the stomach walls and the shrinking mine also seemed to make her resistant to the stomach acid which in effect prevented her from at least having a quick release from this mortal coil.


The only way through seemed to be a trip through Widow's insides, however the giantess' body refused to push the tiny prey further, she was also too weak to open the passage herself. In effect, she was forcefully trapped in the stenchy confines of Widow's stomach, having to live off of food remnants and whatever she decided to drink that day.


On one hand it could work as a great counterintelligence plan as being where she was, Tracer could hear practically all of the Talon's conversations and plans. Without the means to either contact her allies nor make her way back even if she freed herself from the stomach prison, this was futile. Days, weeks and months were passing and Tracer slowly got accustomed to regular sniper shots, indicating another victim at the hands of her god sized rival.


Overwatch's investigation also didn't bring any results – the last record was of her going on a critical mission and then – nothing, as if she disappeared into thin air, and technically – she did, not into thin air but rather into Widow's stomach. Maybe one day other Overwatch agents would join Tracer in her predicament, however as the time was passing, the tiny girl knew that this moment won't come fast...
This story is superb my tinys, makes a girl smile!!❤️

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