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  1. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    As a Healer, Mercy is far too busy tending to the wounds of her teammates that she never gets time for a break. Fortunately for her, the loincloth on her outfit perfectly obscures the wet patch on her crotch. Credit to Tomato-N-Lettuce for providing me the model. Editing done by me.

    © Overwatch

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    female Mercy

  3. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  4. So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the woman fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The woman kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The woman smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The woman made a point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the woman pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The woman pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the woman's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the woman's hand. To her confusion, the woman threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone woman. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
  5. a lot like my last one, but with a bit less desperation tracer pops out of a mission for a sorely needed bathroom break she accidentally farts trying to push out a bit more... not realizing she's still on active voice contact with mercy nudity involved omoop3vr2.mp4
  6. The Angel Of Overwatch Author's note: So ahh this is my first fanfiction and its pretty long I can imagine it might be bad I'll accept criticism just please don't go overboard please. Doctor Angela “Mercy” Ziegler was a miracle worker straight and simple. If you were badly wounded Mercy fly over in her Valkyrie suit heal you nearly instantaneously with her Caduceus Staff. If the enemy was breaking through she would switch her staff to power buff mode and the enemy would be pushed back with the new strength acquired through her abilities. Finally if you were literally dead laying on the floor and having breathed your last she would happily raise her hand once the battle ended and declare that heroes never die while smiling radiantly at you.This is without even mentioning the crazy all-nighters she would pull at Gibraltar fixing someone up if her Caduceus Staff wasn’t enough, or staying awake making upgrades to the Resurrection Process and Valkyrie Suit. Due to all these things she does every member of Overwatch held some degree of respect for her and her work. Even the more evil characters in Overwatch had no ill will towards the woman (Reaper, Widowmaker, Junkrat, and Roadhog) although Reaper and Widowmaker didn’t care as much for the medic as the others who were constantly asking her to work less, the two did understand her survival was a necessity for Overwatch. Mercy never acted on any of the calls to work less always making excuses like “Genji sensors were malfunctioning’, or The Caduceus Staff needs adjustments for the next battle,” and or something worthy of drinking tons of coffee to perform a dangerous all-nighter. The other Overwatch members thought she was always hypocritical about the “Stay in Bed Rule,” and how you need eight hours of sleep per day. They even knew that half of these were lies and were excuses to go back to research or treating patients who weren’t in need of immediate care (D.va once stated she was like Robin from Fire Emblem however no one got the meaning) they never dared to say this to her face however as she saved their lives too many times to count and reprimanding her after that was more than disrespectful. Strangely however after one day this happened a lot less and she began resting and taking breaks like a normal human being should. She took way less all-nighters and drank less coffee because of it. Nothing particular happened this day except for her and a few others going on a mission to Illios, Greece that day perhaps something occurred during the trip? Angela woke up face first on her desk in Watchpoint Gibraltar and immediately wondered why she had her Valkyrie suit on. Then she remembered that she had made the adjustments to make the Valkyrie suit travel approximately 30 cm further at max range yes even such a small height was important to the Angel of Overwatch. She peered over her desk and saw it was six o’clock. Looking over to the left of her desk she saw the 4 cups of coffee she drank during her awake ‘till twelve shift and immediately regretted it immediately she felt an urge coming from her crotch to run to the restrooms and let out all that coffee however she heard something on the loudspeaker. “Angela Ziegler, Genji Hanamura, Jack Morrison (Soldier 76), Junkrat, Hana Song (D.va), Lena Oxton (Tracer) you are due to the dropship in 3 minutes for Illios.” (It had to be Illios she thought why couldn’t it be London if we went there even if there was no bathroom on the ship I could make it no problem). The drop pad was all the way across the establishment she wouldn’t be able to get to the restrooms pee and get there in time. The question of whether to oblige her own personal need to pee or the needs of Overwatch was answered immediately. Overwatch owned dropships had restrooms on them anyway did they not it was just a couple minutes away she could make it. She picked up the half empty cup of coffee drank it for the extra wake up and then took her caduceus staff and blaster from the wall and desk respectively. When she got there she noticed the dropship was a different shape than usually and was that… rust? It the details were of no matter she got on and looked around this was an Overwatch ship after all. Once she got on Angela was immediately confused, the ship didn’t look like the standard Overwatch dropship at all and instead more like the standard cargo ship. Remembering the schematics of one that Winston once showed her Angela immediately pressed her thighs together tightly. (These ships…had no bathroom but this is Overwatch right there has to be one! There has to be!) as if on cue with the thought her bladder gave out a response spasm but Angela held on (Oh no this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening! Have to pee! Have to pee!) The ship took off and the ship shook a bit further jostling her bladder it took a lot of willpower not to directly hold herself at that moment. The AI happily declared they were off to Illios it also stated the flight would last ninety minutes. (No please I can’t get off now and…! Ich muss in der toilette zu pinkeln!) The alarm bells began ringing inside of Angela’s head and they were ringing loudly. In an act of utter desperation and hope beyond hope she looked around for any sign of relief for her problem. Looking around frantically near the door of the dropship she saw no indication signs of any toilet anywhere. Without noticing she began to tap her foot on the ground to help ease her urge. Moving to the middle of the ship she heard Junkrat teasing Lena (who was dressed like a hipster). Even though Angela had bigger problems on her mind she took notice of that. She saw Hana clothed of not her pink jumpsuit and headset. Instead she had machine goggles and a dirty brown headset on her head. While she donned a simple gray tank top and brown cargo pants complete with many pockets for mechanic tools. Hana was moving her mecha into a crate large eight foot crate. Even though she wanted to know why Angela had no time to question why everyone was dressed so… crazily. (No, no bathroom in here come on please, please whatever deity exists please let there be one on the cockpit!). Jack was nowhere to be seen but knowing him Angela assumed he was on the controls and began moving there as swift as one could go whilst keeping their thighs slightly pushed together. Genji however was in her way and was leaning on the wall just in the way of the cockpit. (Why now! Please don’t talk to me! Wait! I can ask him about the restroom!) “Mercy, Angela?” Genji asked. Driven from her thoughts of having Genji tell her if there was a toilet she looked up towards Genji. “Yes Genji,?” she replied doing rather well at keeping her need unnoticeable. “Is there something wrong? Normally you would’ve berated Junkrat for teasing Lena but you just walked right by, and just right now just stopped there and stood.” “Oh? That? Well I was calculating ways to make the Caduceus Blaster more effective. As of right now if something happened and I was cornered I wouldn’t be able to fight very effectively as I would have no teammates. As much as I detest fighting I understand how bad the fight against Talon has gotten and that we need as much firepower as we can get.” “…” Genji appeared to be thinking for a moment. “Very well Doctor Ziegler just don’t push yourself too far, spacing out like that isn’t always good. If anything is wrong please tell me.” “Genji about this mission…” “Yes?” The cyborg replied “Why is it everyone dressed strangely again and why are we on a cargo vessel instead of the regular dropships?” Angela asked she began to push her thighs closer together in a discreet attempt to hold it her need was getting worse she might be in a lot of trouble soon. “Don’t you remember the meeting? This is a stealth mission. We are to find the Talon cell in Illios as discreetly as possible thus we are dressing up as traveling merchants. Junkrat kind of looked the part of junk selling person so we didn’t have to change him also he was the one that made D.va’s scrap mecha and made our ‘high quality’ sales items. Tracer and D.va are the vendors who will listen around the market for Talon. You, Jack, and I are to be a soldier, a Stock-Valkyrie equipped medic and their omnic assistant.” “Thanks Genji” Angela replied she moved her leg a little. “Are there any glaring differences about this ship and the regular Overwatch dropships besides the obvious?” “Hmm…” Genji began to think unbeknownst to him Angela’s mind was as loud as a warzone her foot was tapping on the ground loudly. (Please don’t say no bathroom, Please say there is a bathroom PLEASE, PLEASE IT’S GOING TO BE TOO MUCH SOON) Mercy may have been hearing things but the next few words Genji said seemed slower and louder. ”Well…for one there are courts or fields in here so if you want exercise... hope someone brought a ball” (Yes,Yes…!) Mercy began to imagine the sweet relief of the toilet her hope beyond hope was paying off! “There is no internet here as this ship isn’t equipped with the servers you’d see near the basketball court so literally no games to play except those with the team.” (YES,YES,YES!) The fantasy of that toilet came closer she actually leaked a bit but immediately stopped it and waited for his last statement. “Finally hmmm… there is no toilet here.” Mercy heard literally nothing else of what Genji just said the news hit her like his Dragonsword to her face, no Hanzo’s dragons damage condensed into her angel shaped body added in their too, destructive enough so that her Caduceus staff couldn’t repair the damage and she couldn’t be resurrected at all. There was no restroom, no place to go she just had to hold it and to Mercy that was as good as wetting herself when she first awoke. Genji had pretty much told Angela in those few words “Doctor Angela ‘Mercy’ Ziegler you are doomed to the fate of peeing oneself you may only delay the time you will leak. Please spare yourself the pain of holding and do it quickly behind some cargo please.” Angela’s bladder gave off a ‘NO’ spasm at having found out the lack of a toilet and she might’ve lost control if she hadn’t gently but firmly pressed both her hands on her nether regions in what looked like a respectful gesture. It still hurt though and she was on the verge of crying there but managed not to with the presence of Genji. “Angela are you okay?” Genji asked again for what was the second time now. Mercy had been acting strange this whole time. There was something deeply familiar about her mannerisms, something from when he was human. He couldn’t remember what it was and activated his scanners out of frustration and most everything turned various shades of green. Scanner Status:Ready Starting vital analysis of target Heart rate: 176 beats per minute (Her heart rate was a lot higher than normal like she was fighting something but what would she be fighting here? Angela is obviously perfectly safe here in the dropship.) Target is taking 22 breaths per second (Her breaths per minute are higher than normal as well something is very wrong here) Target is performing excessive movement (She is fidgeting her legs and hips a lot are they shaking?) Brain is displaying signs of panicked thought Diagnosis: Distressed, Shocked, Recommended course of action caution This was the line it was here that the ninja made sure to keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. On the off chance something or someone really was doing something to her here he would make sure they would face an angry dragon soon enough. “Uhh… I’m fine Genji that was all… thank you again…” She smiled and even Genji whilst focusing on her vitals and calculating what was wrong was able to tell it was forced. Angela turned around and left. She walked slowly her legs were stiff and one of her hands weren’t visible. The first thing Angela did after her talk with Genji was check the time it had been twenty minutes seventy to go. Angela was determined to fight through this and get to a bathroom in Illios she had to she couldn’t pee herself! Next she started a game of Chess with Junkrat as it would help her keep her mind off her bladder and instead on something else besides it was a slow strategy game with Junkrat where he can’t blow things up. It should be easy. Like everything else Mercy thought that day however it was wrong. Junkrat was actually a brilliant strategist laying out his troops like the bear traps he is so fond of using. He would lure her in with the bait this time being his knight and then immediately send out what would be his explosives which came in the form of the humble pawn. To her advantage it worked and she began thinking about the game rather than the pain coming from her crotch. That was until Junkrat pulled his bishop out and took his queen an action that dismantled her strategy and shocked her so much she leaked slightly. She let out an “Eep!” for both reasons and squeezed her legs harder together and as inconspicuously as possible let her left hand firmly press down on her hole keeping it under control but only barely there was still a bit on her panties and Angela had to resist the temptation to try to add in a bit more pee to her panties to feel better. “HAHAHAHAHAHA got you get didn’t I!” Junkrat exclaimed. He then began pressing his troops forward into a dangerous position for Mercy and took the game from there. After the game Junkrat got up shook Angela’s right hand and happily declared “Good Game mate!” and left probably to annoy Tracer. Angela got up very slowly and moved slowly behind a wall of crates that were placed so that none could see inside and she could hear you if you were coming her face was very red. That is she could hear you if you weren’t a ninja whose new body helps improve their already superb stealth skills using a trick he learned from one of Hana’s video games he took a cardboard box and hid under it slowly moving past the wall. Angela however was having a battle between four cups of coffee held on for seven hours (Just twenty five minutes Angela you can do this…) was the main thought dominating Angela’s mind. She was getting to her limit. She sat down and jammed both her hands into her crotch and held herself as tightly as she could. Angela didn’t care at this point and she didn’t listen for any noises beyond her wall of crates the only two things in her mind was the side of her to let it go release and just pee and the other side of her telling her not to and why she couldn’t. “Oh but you need to pee right it’s just here no one will see no one will notice you could just clean it up later if you want! Besides isn’t it dangerous to hold it like you are?” “NO but you can’t if you do you’ll be humiliated you’ll ruin the Valkyrie suit and it’ll be just like when you wet your dress back then!” Angela agreed with the side telling her not to pee she fidgeted as much as possible and somehow found the strength despite her trembling body to hold on even tighter. The newfound pressure was addictive it lifted that feeling of pain and ‘just pee’ from her mind for the moment however it was short lived. Soon the feeling was back and no matter how much she held herself it still felt the same it still hurt the same she still had to pee. “It’s coming! You need to go before you ruin the suit! Just take it off and pee! You can’t take much it much longer you’ll never make it! Even if we get to Illios you’ll pee once you take your hands off!” That side of her mind had a good point and her thoughts of just letting go made her leak which was enough to go through her panties and she took it all back. She as fast as she could got up then and buckled her knees inward in an attempt to push her thighs further together “ha…ha…ha…ha” her breath rife with strain was loud and clear for any passersby and she was beet red. (Just…Have…To…Keep…it…together…just…until… Illios…) she was losing strength and she couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Mercy didn’t even have the brainpower to devote a quick prayer towards anything for Illios anymore it was just her suit, her hands, her thighs, and knees keeping her from a yellow tidal wave. Genji’s box rounded the corner and was set down. He made an incision for his visor earlier and pushed it out. The view he got did more than surprise him. Mercy was doubled over both hands were in her crotch holding on as if for dear life. Instantly he understood what kind of mistake he had made. He could hear her breath it was panicky and without rhythm her knees were buckled and she looked as if a little girl desperate and waiting for the potty her beet red face had its eyes closed in concentration. Her hair covered half her face yet he could tell that what was underneath was a face full of strain and pain. He checked the built in clock on his visor she had 10 minutes left at this point she could never make it. While he was doing this he realized something else disgusting as it was to say it he enjoyed the view he liked seeing Angela Ziegler at the breaking point bursting to pee but he had to help her after all gave him a new life the least he could do is help her here. She knew she wasn’t going to like it she knew she might hate him for it call him pervert and a thousand other words in German but he didn’t want to watch her fight such a terrible battle which she would obviously lose. He uttered a quick prayer to the dragons for protection and began his plan. He got out of his box she didn’t hear him, he walked over to her she didn’t notice him, and then he crouched down to her eye level and gave her a hug slowly standing up once her arms were at her sides. Mercy’s eyes opened to the feeling of cold steel gently pushing her arms away from her crotch and onto her hips. Immediately the effects were felt Mercy tried to look down but the body of metal her head was resting on stopped her. She was peeing and she tried her best to stop it but her exhausted sphincter refused to work and she felt the warm liquid travel along her lower body and drip on to the floor or the leg of the person who was hugging her. At first it just hurt to pee seeing as how her bladder was so stretched it was just deflating back into a comfortable position but then it felt like bliss but she knew it was wrong she was conflicted on whether to cry in anguish at how she had an accident at thirty-seven or cry in happiness at having lost the terrible feeling of her bladder. Nonetheless she cried on the shoulder of who she realized to be Genji. Soon the euphoria of having let the contents of her bladder go was gone and Mercy remained crying out of sheer sadness and embarrassment. She pulled Genji closer and cried all over his shoulder. Angela then released the hug, took a step back and took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes. Then she looked towards Genji with a look of melancholy and said “I’m sorry you must think I’m terrible I can’t hold myself, I got my pee and tears all over you, you must’ve seen me holding myself like a little girl just because I refused to stop working like you and the rest told me to told me to.” “I hid this from you and from everybody when you guys could’ve helped and broke my own code of we all work together…” She paused to take a breath as she was still sniffling. Genji hadn’t said a word and was regarding her silently. He then did something she didn’t expect him to do in front of anyone but his brother. He took off his visor. Genji’s face looked much the same as he had when he was young and was transplanted into his current body. He held an expression of what looked like a mix of understanding, sadness, and something else… he gently quieted her saying “Angela listen to me ,we all make mistakes mine was my youth, yours was (he motions towards the ground) this…but you save peoples’ lives on a daily basis you were in Iraq when we were called helping the worst off of humanity. You are more perfect than I am now or have ever been. You are kind and sincere you work from dusk ‘till dawn making sure none of us die an example would be last night and you even made a way for bringing us back even from beyond what was once considered the final end. You aren’t terrible Angela you’re amazing the fact I’m here alone proves it.” Angela began to let up on her tears mid-way through his speech and seemed shocked about the praise he was giving her. “T-Thank you Genji it really means a lot… (She looked down sadly) but this puddle isn’t going to clean itself. The others will find out eventually. Not to mention the Valkyrie suit is soaked…” Genji reset his visor while she was speaking “Angela where did you last leave your caduceus staff?” Genji questioned. “Uhm… near where I played chess with Junkrat…” she replied quietly. Genji retrieved her staff as well as a stack of paper towels to go with it and returned to the wall of crates. “Here.” he said handing her the staff “Your suit will have to dry off naturally but we can wipe away the puddle here and say you spilled water on yourself.” “Now then give me the power boost and we can start working!” He declared “Genji…” Angela said “Thank you.”
  7. [A friend of mine requested I write an Overwatch fanfic about Mercy messing herself... ... so here~ Figured I'd share it for fun :P] Mercy was sitting casually as she made sure her staff was configured and well-maintained. Her and her team were playing Defense on Gibralter, and expected to be in the thick of it on the ground with the tanks while Ana provided support-heals. At least, that was the plan anyways. Hopefully things go right this time... As of late team-communication had been severely lacking which ment a lot of de-ranking on comp-games... Lands 20k healing yet her team is too stupid to keep their shit together. So let's see here... Their team comp was made up of herself, Ana, Reinhardt, D.Va, Junkrat, and your mandatory 76. Pretty solid all around, she thought to herself... Speaking of solid, she could begin to feel something "solid" running through her system. Actually, it's been like that for several hours now... She didn't have a chance to relieve herself either as she had to run to the payload. She could feel her stomach churn and growl as she overlooked the battleground atop the higher platform. She didn't have time to pop a squat either... not that she'd want to. Not only would removing her suit be taxing on time and effort, but she didn't want to desecrate this old nostalgic facility with her waste... And thus, that usual five-second countdown began to... count down, and the gates opened up. The enemy's team consisted of Zenyatta, Lucio, Pharra, Zarya, Roadhog, and Genji. Right off the bat, 76, D.Va, and Reinhardt where down in the shit, holding back the enemy's push while Junkrat provided hail Marys from above. Mercy leaped down and cringed as she landed, feeling a heavy blow on her bowels. She felt the load sliding it's way closer and closer to her juicy butt... Oh god she wanted to just shit herself right there! But she had to hold it... She felt a sense of terror creep up on her as a distant Roadhog had his eye on her... She knew right away that Roadhog was gonna target her the rest of the game, she felt it in her gut... Or maybe that was just her tumtum going dumdum on her bumbum... She provided damage buffs for 76 while D.Va went out back to go bully the enemy squishies, particularly Zenyatta and Lucio. She made sure to stay behind Rein's shield at all costs, since the moment she did, that Roadhog would most likely snatch her up and open a hole in her big enough for the shit in her belly to pour out anyways. 76 was doing a decent job of pestering the enemy team as well, as to be expected... Of course, Mercy could see her safety, just like her stomach's strength, slowly fading away as Rein's shield began cracking. Knowing this grabbed the Roadhog's attention to hook Mercy, she quickly took action and hid behind the payload, which fortunately hasn't been pushed too far yet. Hell it hasn't even reached the first choke yet! But as Mercy lowered herself to remain safe, she clenched onto her staff and begged not to let 'it' happen... but of course it was inevitable... *frrt~* A tiiiiny toot escapes her angelic booty. It was quite sharp as well, however due to the deafening amount of hellfire, chances are no one heard that, which made her sigh a little in relief... But her relief was swiftly snuffed as she felt the sharp pain of iron digging into her flesh, followed by an intense yank, making her fart MUCH louder than before! She looked in fear as she stared doom right in it's leather-clad face behind the end of his garbage-cannon of death. Fortunately Reinhardt was quick on his feet. The moment before Roadhog filled Mercy's face with flaming instakill, he tackled the tubby demon away from her, freeing Mercy. But she was still injured and the pain was pushing her beyond her strength... The fact that she didn't shit herself right there was a miracle. Meanwhile Reinhardt was duking it out with Roadhog. He almost managed to kill Mercy's captor when he healed up on the fly. And Roadhog began to quickly out-DPS Rein. In an attempt to save him, Mercy flew over to him... but doing so, she felt a massive rank fart propel her forward as she flew on her wings. It was a little hard to see, but a tiny stain had formed, showing signs her tummy-troubles would soon be too much to contain. She began pumping juice into Rein, but sadly it wasn't enough. Rein took one last mortal blow before falling dead... She had to run to the stair-corridor to escape from Roadhog, who swiftly began chasing after her. He goes for another hook-grab, but just BARELY misses her by the skin of her teeth. She ran up to where the support-fire was holed up and looked with fear and panic as she witnessed Pharrah blow her own mother to chunks, and Junkrat having too shit aim to hit her out of the air, resulting in swift death... 76 just got headshotted by Zenyatta too... And soon everyone quickly had the insight to know Mercy's ressurect was probably ready, which it was... and thus she was swarmed... She tried to escape, but she was circled form all sides... It was now or never... Mercy had to revive her team NOW before she ate it... With that, a swift press of the Q button brought her team back to life (D.Va was still fine though being the indestructable teenage piece of shit). Pharrah tried to counter the rez with a Rocket Barrage, but 76's ult was ready so he shot her right back down. Ana knocked Roadhog out like a light while D.Va pounded her shotgun cannons into his face. Genji also made an attempt to Ult, but Rein smacked him up a bit and Junk picked him off with a Concussion Mine. The push was halted once again, thanks to a well-timed rez... But sadly... it came at a hefty price... After that shitshow, Mercy collapsed onto her knees and began to weep, as a loud hiss and crackled filled her plump ass with poo, creating a massive bulge that almost everyone noticed right away... and it smelled BAAAAD. Farts were also provided as Mercy involuntarily lost control of her bowels... She just laid there and cried as the last few seconds of the game counted down to zero... Defense made an astounding hold!! But Mercy did not... And her actions were well-rewarded as well as she was granted Play of the Game~ So that everyone, including her team and enemy team could get a nice long look at Mercy's huge rez and huge accident... The enemy team began to taunt her messy poo in the chat, and even a few of her teammates gave her a hard time, despite the game-winning rez (fuckin' pricks)... But 76 and Rein still appreciated her work and tossed in their end-card likes... Overall, Mercy WAS quite satisfied with her work today. Now to just take a long hot shower and get out of these sticky tights... ... ...
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