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Has anyone come across any Overwatch wetting in any art or comics yet. Huge props to anyone that knows about some, I would love to see it. I think I posted this in the right place and I had a search before I posted this and didn't find anything.

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

a thing i made in source filmmaker tracer needs to pee but the bathroom is occupied after making sure the coast seems clear, tracer relieves herself in a dumpster, accidentally letting out a fart during the release tracerhastop.mp4

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...”

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 girl fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The girl 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 girl 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 girl made of 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 girl 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 girl 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 girl's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the girl's hand. To her confusion, the girl 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 girl. "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?"

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.”

I'm 99% certain this is the right forum to post this... I found this pic of Tracer at the top of r/Rule34Pee and I was wondering if anybody here knew who the artist was. The Imgur link by the post doesn't help anything.

Hello friends, this is actually my first post ever on this site. I was recently inspired to write a fanfic about my favorite game, Overwatch. I think it came out pretty well, so I figured I'd share it here. A few notes: - I'm uploading from mobile, so the formatting might not be great. Sorry. - This story is set in the waning days of Overwatch, but before the events in the game. The organization hasn't collapsed yet. - All characters and other intellectual property features in this story belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. Anyone who posts this story elsewhere is doing so without my consent. - I switch back and forth between Tracer and Mercy's points of view. All of the switches are marked, please be mindful of that. - any feedback is greatly appreciated. I pride myself on writing well and I would love to hear how this is received Enjoy! POV: Tracer Oi, I have no idea how I keep ending up in these predicaments. I’m sitting here on the jet, going back to Gibraltar. The mission was bonkers and nearly killed us all, but we got it done like we always do. Me, Winston, Mei, Jack, Zarya ‘n Mercy took out some rogue bastion units over in South Africa, saved the village and looked like the big ole heroes we are. That's us, your friendly neighborhood Overwatch saving the day and lookin’ fab doing it. Tough for me to enjoy it right now though, I'm positively dying here. “Tracer, are you ok?” I snapped up to see Mercy standing over me. Dr. Angela Ziegler was her full name, she's our resident medic and she seemed worried. “You haven’t looked up once the whole flight! Normally it’s all we can do to keep you quiet. Is something wrong?” Ah, good ole momma Mercy, always concerned for her teammates. I didn’t notice how I’d been sitting, my legs were crossed tightly and I’d been staring at the floor the whole time. “Just peachy, love!” I replied, trying to sound cheery to cover my lie. It was embarrassing, I’m strong enough that I shouldn’t let myself look so miserable. I did my best to sit up straight and smile, but it really did hurt. “Are you sure, Lena? You’ve been twisted in a knot since we left.” Dr. Ziggy was persistent, I’ll give her that. “And look! You’re shaking! Are you injured?” Bollocks, I hadn’t noticed my leg. It was shaking up and down like you wouldn't believe. Could I just tell her the truth? Mercy is understanding and all but I don’t want her to think I’m a weak little kid! “I’m doing just g-great, love, I swear. A tad cold in ‘ere, innit?” I brought my arms to my chest and feigned a shiver. Mercy backed up a bit and smiled. She really did look like an angel. Pearly skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, even a halo and cute little wings on her suit. “Maybe a little. I’ll go ask Winston to turn down the AC." With that, she turned and glided to the front of the ship. Thank god, she bought it! As soon as she walked away I dropped the smile and shot my hands between my legs, doubling over and squirming in pain. I swear I’ve never needed a wee so much in my whole life! I know heroes are supposed to hold it 'n all that but bloody hell this hurts! Who designs a jet without a loo, anyways? I cross my legs and shift in my chair. It's so hard to sit here; if I'm square on my bum I'm sure I'll just pee in my pants. Can't keep this up much longer, that's for sure. How far away could we really be, anyways? “WINSTON, LOVE!” I yell from my seat “’OW MUCH LONGER TIL WE’RE AT GIBRALTAR?” “Uh… maybe an hour? Hour and a half?” The gorilla replied, between bites of banana. My heart sank, I couldn’t believe it. There’s no way I could make it that long. I have to try though, the jet’s not gonna stop just so I can have a tinkle now is it? “…thanks, love!” I reply, trying to hide my fear. I’ve had to pee for so long, I can’t even believe it. This whole time I’ve been bursting for a wee and I really don’t think I can hold it in much longer. Tears started to well up but I fought ‘em back. Like Mercy always says, heroes never cry! Eight hours ago I was on my way to the loo when I got stopped by Jack, commander of this whole operation. “Tracer, I need you for this” said the boss. Of course, I had to give him my full attention, but I was quite annoyed because at that point I badly needed to pee. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Compared to now that’s not even a tingle. I crossed my legs and gave him a salute and a “yes, captain!” He said “People are in grave danger in South Africa. Come with me, we need to go right now before anyone else loses their life!” I really really wish he had let me use the toilet before we left, but there’s no convincing Morrison once he’s made up his mind. Eight hours ago I thought I was about to wee in my pants. I shifted in my seat again. It’s a miracle I’ve even made it this long, really. I sat back up straight when I saw Mercy heading back towards me. No way could I let her know I was this desperate, I had to be strong. “Is that better, Lena?” Dr. Ziegler asked with a smile. “M-much, love. Thanks.” I crossed my legs again, faking another smile. My bladder felt like an oil tanker filled to the brim. Whenever I even shifted I could feel it sloshing around. So badly did I want to cry, but I hadda be strong. “You still look uncomfortable, but you’re probably just sick of me asking aren’t you?” Mercy laughed a bit, and I gave her another smile. “Maybe just a tad bit, doc.” I said with a wink. I didn’t dare laugh; my poor bladder couldn’t handle that. Just gonna have to do me best to stay dry, no matter what. But oh man was I ever desperate for a pee. POV: Mercy I still think something’s wrong with Lena, but she won’t tell me. No matter, if it were really that bad she would say something. When I took my seat next to her, I could feel her shaking. The poor girl looked intensely focused, staring straight ahead. Her legs were crossed and bouncing up and down and she was leaning forward. This pose looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Just then, we hit a bit of turbulence. Jostled in our seats, I heard Tracer gasp and I looked over at her. She had her hands over her crotch and her eyes closed tight, looking like she was about to cry. Finally, it dawned on me. Tracer needed to pee! It was a bit curious that the jets had no bathrooms, and it irked me too. I myself had been in the same position as her many times, trying desperately to hold it for the whole ride. One time I almost lost control, I was in pain for the entire time. That’s a story for another day, though. I looked away before she opened her eyes; I know she wanted to keep this secret. It’s embarrassing to admit it, and I doubt Jack would stop just so she could relieve herself. Poor Tracer was just gonna have to hold it. She’s as strong as they come, but the bladder has a certain physical limit. I hoped it wasn’t too bad for her, but I suspected it was. She’s clearly trying to be subtle about it, but she’s so animated that it’s quite obvious now that I think of it. Tracer Ohhhh god, oh god, that bump almost did me in! I hope nobody saw me grab myself! There was nothing else I could do. It felt like I was made entirely of wee at this point. If you stabbed me, I swear that piss would’ve come out instead of blood. I’ve never been in so much pain in my whole life. For the first time ever, I was afraid to stand up. I’m certain I’d pee everywhere if I did. I brought my foot up and sat on my heel for a bit. Anything I could do to ease the pressure, I tried. It was so hard, nothing seemed to help. I never thought I’d die like this, drowning in my own urine. By now I was crying, I couldn’t help it. Rocking back and forth in my seat, what a sight I must’ve been. We had maybe forty-five minutes left until we got there, but I was already at my limit. I brought my leg back down and shoved my hands back up against my crotch, trying to hold my wee in with all my might. I was sobbing at this point, it hurt so badly. Everything below my waist felt like it was on fire. Truly, I was desperate for a pee. I would’ve done anything just to get to a loo. “Tracer, I think I can see what’s wrong.” Oh bollocks! I forgot about Mercy! I took my hands away as quick as I could, but I had to squirm to avoid weeing. “N-nothing’s wrong, love! I’m j-just a little o-on edge is a-ohhhhh.” I doubled over, I couldn’t do this anymore. The sound of my tears hitting the floor only made me want to pee even more. This was absolute torture, worse than anything Talon would ever do to me. Mercy I felt so bad for her. She was clearly about to have an accident. I put my arm around her and spoke softly. “Lena, dear, you’re crying.” I wiped her tears away with my free hand. She was shaking so violently you’d think she was being electrocuted. “N-no I’m not, love. Just got sumthin in my-ohhh, in my eyes.” This is what I love about Tracer. She’s about as brave as anybody I’ve ever met, and I’ve met some brave people. The poor girl was too proud to admit it to me. “Listen to me,” I said firmly but quietly, “I know what you’re going through. You need to use the bathroom, don’t you?” Tracer gave me a shocked look. Her wide eyes glistened from her tears. Desperation exposed, she put her hands back between her legs. “I-I do, Ang. I need to wee like you wouldn’t believe.” I pulled her in, she cried softly into my chest. “How did you ever get to this point?” I asked her. She turned her head so she could talk, still holding herself and moving her legs like her life depended on it. “I r-really needed the loo earlier, I ‘ad been holding it since breakfast. I was just about at the door when C-commander Morrison stopped me. I tried to convince ‘im to gimme just a minute, but ‘e said that l-l-lives were at stake. I didn’t ‘ave time, I j-just ‘ad to ‘old it. You remember ‘ow tough those b-bastions were. Not like I c-could take a tinkle in the middle of the battle. When it was over I couldn’t find any loos, and ‘e was rushing us back on the ship.” Classic Jack, he was always in a rush. He probably had no idea what the girl was going through. I must say, I’m a bit impressed at how long Tracer’s been holding it. It wasn’t until two hours after breakfast that we even got the mission. “Lena, that’s horrible. You must be about to explode.” Tracer put her head back into my chest and nodded. “Dr. Ziggy,” she began “are you sure there’s not a hidden bathroom on ‘ere or something? Anything, I need to go. I NEED to go.” I frowned. “I’m sorry dear, there’s no toilet on here.” Even though she knew that, it still had to hurt to hear. She started to cry again. “Are you sure you can’t hold it? We only have maybe forty minutes to go.” She shook her head, still holding herself tightly. “I’m positive, I can’t even ‘old it five more minutes. I’ve been ‘olding it for ten hours now. It ‘urts so bad, I’m about to wee all over myself. Please, please ‘elp me. Can’t you do something with your staff to make it go away? I’m completely desperate; I swear I’ve never been in so much pain before. I really need to wee, please!” Poor Tracer was sobbing and holding herself like a little kid. Knowing how brave she really is, she must truly be at her limit. I only wish there was some way my staff could empty her bladder for her. “I can only heal your wounds, I’m sorry.” I glanced at the back of the jet, it was empty. Mei was in the front, asleep in her seat. Winston was navigating, and Jack was intensely focused on piloting. Zarya was doing biceps curls, as usual. I had an idea. In the back was a metal garbage can. A bit out of place perhaps, but it would have to do. Crude as it may be, this is the girl’s only chance. Tracer “Lena, sweetie, come with me. Can you stand?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I feel like I’m gonna burst.” Mercy frowned at me, she said “Look, we don’t have much time. You have to stand up and come with me or else you’re going to have an accident. Come on, I know you can do it!” She was right, it was my only chance. I had no idea what she was intending to do but it had to be better than sitting there and weeing all over the seat. I went to stand up, slowly. Every motion made me feel like my bladder was gonna fall out right there. “Oh..oh.. it ‘urts so bad.” Sobbing, I managed to get to my feet. I couldn’t stand up straight, I was almost doubled over. “I know it does sweetie" Mercy reassured me, "You need to follow me now. I’m going to unzip your jacket as we go, is that ok?” I nodded my head. We walked slowly as she gently undid my zipper. Each step I took felt like it would cause me to lose it. Every fiber of my being was dedicated to keeping my pee inside. My tummy was out now, and you could clearly see my bladder bulging through my leggings. We stopped just short of the trash can in the back. “Tracer, you’re going to relieve yourself in this trash can. Hurry, while you still can!” Ewww, I never want to stick my butt onto something gross like that! I replied, “Are you mad? That’s disgusting!” Angela gave me a stern look. “It’s either the can or your pants” said the doctor. I really didn’t want to do it, but my mind was made up when the plane shifted a bit more. I felt a drop leak out, I was starting to pee! “Ok ok, I’ll do it" I conceded. Frantically, I started to pull down my pants. Oh why do they have to be so tight? “Angela, I’m starting to lose it!” I wasn’t lying, my pants were only halfway down when I felt my wee come to the very edge. Just in the nick of time I had room, and I sat on the can. I let loose at long last. “Ohhhhh… thank you Dr. Ziggy….Thank you” I moaned in pleasure, letting out hours and hours worth of pee. Splashing echoed from inside the can as I peed like a fire hose. Thirty seconds in I still felt my bladder hurting, god there was a lot of wee. It took about three minutes for it all to come out, and the trash can was about half full. Still weeing, I asked Mercy “So, what are we gonna do with all this wee?” Mercy chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, Lena. We’ll just dump it out when we land. Nobody has to know.” I smiled for real, for the first time in a long time as I finished. I didn’t even bother to wipe or pull my pants back up. I reached out and grabbed Mercy, pulling her close to me and giving her the biggest hug I could. “Thank you so much, love! I never would’ve made it without you! I owe you one big time!” I grabbed her face and kissed her on the mouth. I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find a way to return the favor.

The faint red light flickered in the distance on the snowy evening in St. Petersburg, Russia. The bleak sky reflected an all-encompassing neutral tone on the Volskaya factory as dusk faded to evening. The factory was a known battleground that had caused many a fight to occur in securing objectives and disrupting its operations. The objective was simple enough; capture a point or defend until time expires and the battle was won. It fell upon the Blue team of six to defend this last objective in a tug-of-war conflict. However, the Blue team had boasted a small victory hardy enough to allow a counter-push back towards the Red base. Reinhardt gave a hearty laugh and raised his fist to the skies. "WE BRING THE FIGHT TO THEM, catch them off guard and finish this for good." His voice broadcasted loudly over the room and finished his chant with a firm pat on his suit's chestpiece. It was difficult to not feel the morale boost from his passion. With very little delay, Mei spoke up. "I um- I'll defend the point to try-- if anyone tries to--- um sneak behind.", it was an awkward fumble of words to attempt to hide the real reason for wanting to abandon the team. The exchange was almost as embarrassing as the reason itself, but spared from a warming smile and salute from Tracer, "Of course, love. I believe in you!" This seemed enough for the remainder of their team to give a questioning shrug of their shoulders and push onwards to the next battle. In leading the charge, Tracer dashed away with the rest of the team trailing shortly behind and leaving Mei to herself. A hasty call to action brought about all-but-one mass exodus from defending the last objective room. It was a question Mei raised to the team with her alterior motives concealed. The environmental scientist gingerly pushed her thick black-rimmed glasses up to the precipice of her nose. The sweat from an exhausted battle caused them to immediately slide down to rest lower on her nose again, eliciting a frustrated sigh. The sigh produced a plume of condensated breath with the freezing temperatures leaving much to be desired. Even with the gear prepared for such a climate, the weather sent an irregular chill throughout her body. There was still a flushness in her cheeks from the exhaustion of battle and a redness to her nose from the chill of the occasional whipping wind. With a gloved hand, she attempted to brush a few strays strands of her auburn hair away from her face. "Um, everyone is gone, right?", the soft and insecure question was only met with a set of resounding echoes for confirmation. It brought awareness to just how large of an area the factory spanned. The main section of the factory was moments ago a heated battleground that now lay silent and uncharacteristically serene. Mei gave an affirmative nod to her environmental robotic companion Snowball, "I guess my team is taking charge and it falls on me to defend this!" Her confidence melted away into concern almost instantly. "But sooner rather than later would be so appreciated." Unconsciously Mei shifted the position of her feet, her body blaring and now free for broadcasting her need. The Chinese scientist had felt an urgent and desperate need to relieve herself over the span of the last battle. In the long and difficult fight for the final objective, after receiving a few injuries Mei had to drink several health capsules to stay engaged. In the intensity of battle her body had numbed her mind to the need in the obvious priority of attempting to stay alive. In the post-battle it had taken her a valiant effort to obscure the direness of the situation. It was such a private matter and a problem her team need not know about. She could not live with the shame of letting all of the other five team members that she had worked with so closely that in a serious combat she had lost track of so basic a need as a grown woman. It was then that Mei found herself in the quiet of the capture point room, only the soft hum of Snowball's processor and the distant work of a furnace to create any noise. Now free of judgment, her gloves quickly darted downward to hold herself. The pressure she was able to apply was drastically limited from the thickness of her particular jacket and let her presently unsatisfied. As a follow-up she jammed her gloved hand more forcefully to apply whatever pressure she could manage. She was unsure of how it had welled so quickly inside her after drinking just two health capsules. There was a swift run of her hand over the front of her jacket, but should could still feel the swell of a hardened and filled bladder inside of her. "What if I just go really quick? If I went back to base to go no one would notice, right? I'm sure no one would get past my team." The bright blue interface of Snowball flickered in understanding, but it was ultimately a one-person conversation. "But... Tracer had so much faith in me. I can't let her and the rest of the team down." While deep in the dialogue, subconsciously Mei had began to rapidly tap her left boot on the cold metal flooring. In a quick glance at her wrist, the display showed a red 10 minute timer working its way downwards to zero. The scientist stifled a desperate whimper and the weight her in bladder felt that much more overwhelming with a new dread filling her, "Ten minutes?!" The thought of holding for another ten minutes caused an anxious panic to set in for the climatologist. There was a definitely warmness and almost numbness in her abdomen that was now impossible to ignore. Mei stood still, internally debating the likely two-minute abandonment of her post and what consequences it could possibly have for her team. Momentarily forgetting the want to keep her struggle to herself, Mei exclaimed, "I NEED TO GO SO BAD! HURRY UP!" "I can do this. I can do this.I can do this! Just 9 more minutes", the short-haired scientist scrambled to pull together what confidence she could. "I can d--" Her personal mantra was cut abruptly short with a nimble action as an arm with suddenly grappling around her throat and the press of a gun barrel against her back. In a quick flash the figure came into full form, a mechanical glove clutching around Mei's neck. The terrifying awe of the moment cause a temporary loss of control and a short burst of warmth rushed down Mei's thigh, dampening the patterned tights. Sombra spoke with a smooth boldness that seemed laced with vicious intent, "You can do it? I'm not so sure amiga." The mexican hacker pressed the gun barrel more harshly against Mei's back, making sure the threat of death was known. "Let's talk." [End of part I] ***Let me know what you think and of course of any grammar/spelling errors you find, thanks!***

I'm just gauging interest for a Zarya/Mei omorashi fanfic that I might write! Mei would be the one wetting, and it would likely be a casual/non-Overwatch AU or take place during their time off, or something. =P

I really want to thank Blizzard for providing us with so many wonderful waifus to abuse. Oh, and for anyone who didn't see my status update: continuations to the WoW story and for Journey to Arnwick are coming, and soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Five figures sat around a table, a glowing hologram hovering in the air before them. Sombra recognized the building; it was a very large facility built out of Dorado. She’d been there. Now, Talon was ordering her back. “You know, I still have access to their entire database,” Sombra chimed in, eyeing Reyes (or Reaper, as he was known now) through the hologram. “You don’t have access to what we need,” Reaper replied, voice tinged with annoyance, “The data is-” “Not kept unsecured,” Moira interrupted, earning her irritated looks from both Sombra and Reaper, but she didn’t drop her smug smile. Tapping a few buttons on her end of the table, the hologram shifted to images of various documents, “This is highly sensitive corporate information- capable of building or breaking economies, they keep it on a separate, secure network,”. “Might I inquire as to what we intend to do with this information?” Widowmaker asked, her interest superficial at best. “That’s classified,” Moira answered, her smug grin widening. Sombra thought that Moira must have been hoping someone would ask, just so she could say that. She rolled her eyes at the Irish woman’s shenanigans. “It’s for a special project,” Reaper explained, “One being pursued by Doctor O’Deorain, here,” he gestured to Moira. He was getting tired of explaining. “You do know we’re not grunts, right?” Sombra asked, shooting very pointed looks at Reaper and Moira, “We’re all members of the same inner circle, so I don’t see why you can’t tell us anything,”. Reaper sighed, then said “Because-” “Because you won’t understand,” Moira interrupted. That struck a nerve for Sombra, who leaned forward with her arms on the table, glaring at Moira, who just smugly smiled. Before the argument could proceed any further, however, a deep voice cleared its throat from the far end of the table. Sombra shrank back in her chair. Moira’s expression simply turned to blank disinterest, but she did keep quiet. There was an unspoken, yet very real rule among Talon: when Doomfist speaks, you listen. “The nature of this project is very sensitive, and we cannot risk anyone learning of it who shouldn’t. So information is on a strictly need-to-know basis,”. Akande, or Doomfist was he was much more well known, spoke with finality, clearly not wanting any further dissent. “Furthermore,” Doomfist continued, “The facility is on high alert, and security is too strong for us to break through,” he looked over Sombra, Widowmaker, and Moira, “That is why you three will be undertaking this mission. Reyes and I would alert the entire city,”. Sombra sighed deeply. They were right, of course, those two couldn’t do anything quietly, so it was certain to fall to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra stood alone in a room full of her equipment. As she loaded numerous magazines and prepared several teleporters for the mission ahead, she jumped slightly as strange sound, like a harsh wind, broke the silence. She knew the sound was none other than Moira, abusing her ability to teleport. “What?” Sombra asked impatiently. “So hostile,” Moira put her hands behind her back, standing in her favorite authoritarian pose, “I was just ensuring you were prepared for the mission ahead, Sombra,”. “I am, Moira,” “So you say, but I don’t believe I see any diapers among your inventory,” Sombra paused as she finished preparing her SMG; she made of show of inserting a fresh magazine into while looking at Moira out of the corner of her eye. “Forgive me, but after looking through your records...” Moira placed a hand on her chin while looking at the ceiling, recalling, “You and Widowmaker were both frightened into both wetting and soiling yourselves in your two most recent outings. Prior to this, I have numerous records of you leaking any amount from droplets to completely making a mess of yourself in nearly every engagement you’ve been in. Hardly fitting for a master of stealth, wouldn’t you say?” “If you think you’ve got dirt on me, you should see what I’ve got on you...” Sombra warned. “You misunderstand me, Sombra,” Moira placed a hand on her chest, to emphasize her honesty, “Consider this a sort of olive branch. I’ve developed a treatment that should eliminate any and all manner of stress and fear incontinence,”. Moira had a look in her eye, one Sombra recognized as excitement. Getting to test these formulas was fun for her. “Did you give this “treatment” to Widow, too?” Sombra asked, skeptically. “Certainly not! She already has 200 things wrong with her body, and I’m not about to throw another ingredient into that time bomb,”. “Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ll try it after you’ve had a few other guinea pigs,”. “Understandable,” Moira said simply, “Make sure you’re prepared, we leave in an hour,”. In a quick flash of purple fog, Moira was gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dorado was peacefully quiet as Mei walked through a town square, where the remnants of a festival were strewn about. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and, along with the colorful lights and decorations, cast everything into an ethereal glow. Mei was quite happy to be here, quite calmed by the beautiful sights this place had to offer. It was almost enough to distract her from her desperate need to use the restroom. Her control had been improving substantially, enough that she didn’t even need to wear any manner of protection most of the time. She’d even been able to avoid having accidents on most of the missions she set out on. Most. She hoped this would number among her dry ones. All they had to do was wait around for some information to be offloaded from a computer, and Mei hadn’t seen any sign of any interference, so this was mostly just a test of everyone’s patience. And bladder control, she realized, as she pressed her hands into her groin. A worried look crossed her face, as she walked through the streets, hunting for a bathroom. She was totally alone, and no one would judge her, or even know, if she were to relieve herself… pretty much anywhere out here. Since the inhabitant of Dorado seemingly had no need for bathrooms, she might have to. Blushing slightly as she prepared to drop her pants, she jumped a little as she heard a sound like a strong wind. Fumbling for her cryo gun, she felt her light blue panties warm up slightly at the crotch. She heard that strange sound again, this time from behind her. As she whirled about, she saw a woman of colossal stature standing before her. As she raised her cryo gun, the woman quickly gripped it in her right hand, creating a purple cloud around the weapon. Mei dropped it as she felt her only means of defense disintegrate under the woman’s touch. Shaking slightly, Mei began to back away from the tall woman, who now stood with her hands behind her back, and a smug, condescending look on her face. Mei gasped sharply and looked down at her legs as she felt the dam burst. Hot urine spilled down her large thighs, the stain rapidly spreading around her groin, reaching up the creases where those thighs met her pelvis. The fabric of her blue pants turned dark blue as the pee flowed down her legs, right into her boots. She took another step back, and felt (and heard) the squish of her now urine-filled boots. She could even feel some of the cooling warmth reach up to her butt. Mei teared up as her dry streak was ruined. “I’ll never fully understand why they hired an incontinent climatologist to partake in combat operations,” the woman mused. “Who are you? Why are you here?” Mei demanded, just barely managing to keep her voice from cracking. “That’s classified, and that’s classified,” The woman took a step forward, extending her hand, which was cloaked in that purple fog, “And, on that note, I really shouldn’t leave any witnesses,” As she reached out towards her with her disintegrating hand, Mei closed her eyes, and noticed that her bottom was no longer being hugged by her wet panties. She’d hardly even felt herself start voiding her bowels, but now a considerable log had tented out her pants and panties quite a bit. She wanted so badly to run, but her legs could hardly move. Just as soon as she regained control of her body, the tall woman’s hand reached her, but she did not evaporate. The woman had only placed her hand on Mei’s shoulder, disintegrating cloud nowhere to be seen. “So perhaps you should leave this place, little scientist,” The woman had a strange expression, one Mei almost thought resembled one of camaraderie, “My companions will not be as forgiving as I am,”. “W-why are you letting me go?” Mei asked, hoping that the offer was genuine. “I am here in the pursuit of science. If I murder another woman of science, I won’t truly be helping the cause very much,”. Ah. Mei was being spared due to her role as a scientist. “Attempt to interfere, however, and I suspect climatology may lose one of its favorite researchers,”. With those words, the woman vanished into a cloud of smoke. Mei’s heart was racing, and her legs were shaking underneath her. Placing a hand on her chest and breathing heavily, she sat down on a nearby chair, hardly giving a thought to the squishy mess that spread across her butt as she did so. She was terrified, uncertain who that woman was, or what companions she had brought with her, but she knew that she had to warn the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zarya paced around slowly. For the last few hours, she’d been patrolling the streets outside the facility, and she’d scarcely seen even any bugs, much less intruders. She was bored. Extremely bored. She knew she really shouldn’t hope something bad happened, but at that point, she’d have welcomed any sort of excitement. As she continued her route through the moonlit streets, a mechanical, beeping sound filled the quiet air. She smirked at the promise of a little action, and hoisted up her massive weapon. Sure enough, as walked towards the source of the noise, footsteps were audible. They certainly weren’t Mei’s, which meant whoever it was was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Another sound, one she knew well, made her eyes widen. She heard what she knew to be Sombra’s teleporter directly behind her. Activating her suit’s special ability, she preemptively projected a shield around herself. And none too soon, as a flurry of bullets slammed into it. The Talon hacker was there when she turned around, with a smirk that quickly dissolved as she realized her prey wasn’t dead. Using the energy her shield had absorbed, Zarya opened fire with her weapon, the huge beam impacting Sombra’s shoulder as the hacker dove to the side. More techno noises, which Zarya knew meant Sombra was now invisible, and slinking around somewhere close by. Everything was silent, and she could feel her heart beating in her ears. Those computerized sounds were heard once more, but Zarya was caught off-guard as the noises came from above her. Wasting no time, she once again activated her shield, and lifted her beam cannon up to fire, when Sombra unleashed a massive energy pulse. The bubble shield around Zarya was destroyed instantly, as was the personal shield projected by her suit. As she continually tried to reactivate her barrier, her suit simply couldn’t. She was totally vulnerable. And Sombra knew it. Aiming for Zarya’s center of mass, Sombra opened fire, several bullets crashing into the muscular woman’s armor. Thanks to said armor, none of them actually embedded themselves in her body, but hell if it didn’t hurt like they had. As she stumbled backwards, perhaps it was the impact of the bullets, perhaps it the fear, perhaps both, but Zarya’s large bowels voided themselves. With a very low pblrpblrpblrpblrpblr followed by a very wet skrltch, her mess slid into her panties. It was solid at first, but quickly turned soft. A ball of mess the size of an apple rested between her buttcheeks. As her abdomen ached from the damage it had sustained, Zarya put her hands over it, clutching it in pain. A few quiet seconds after she soiled herself, another, much louder SQUELCH accompanied even more mess as it rushed into her panties. Even softer than the first load, the new mess quickly spread out, filling up her panties and stretching them out. Sombra was loving the display before her, “What, you’re not gonna wet your pants, too?” she said with a chuckle. “Looking for someone to share your pain?” Zarya replied. Even outside of Talon, Sombra’s tendency for accidents was known. Her mirth vanished, and Sombra prepared her SMG. As she took a step towards Zarya, something that resembled a metal disk suddenly bounced off the wall next to her, clearly surprising both women. As they looked at it, it began to float into the air, and both realized what it was. It was Mei’s little ice-generating robot, Snowball. Zarya continued to look on in surprise, and Sombra in fear. Everyone knew to flee from Mei’s little robot. With its cute little eyes, it winked to Zarya, then began to unleash a furious blizzard upon Sombra, who yelped in fear and turned to run. As her running speed slowed and slowed, she threw out one of her teleporter beacons, and vanished from sight. Looking down the path the spy had fled, Zarya chuckled as she noticed small puddle of pee on the ground, as well as numerous smaller drops here and there. Sombra’s extensive record of pissing herself continued. Of course, she was hardly in a position to judge. Her pants and panties were sagging badly under the immense weight of her mess. She placed her hand on her rear, feeling the massive lump there. Given how soft it was, the mess quishes under her hand, even with hardly any force. Snowball began beeping at her, getting her attention. It seemed to want her to follow it. As she chased after the little robot, it led her to Mei, who was nervously pacing back and forth. She looked up at Zarya, and her expression changed to pure relief. “Zarya!” She cried, “You’re okay!” “Thanks to your little robot,” She said. As Zarya looked Mei over, she noticed Mei’s soaked pants, and another smell in the air, aside from her own mess, “Are you okay?” she asked, eyeing Mei’s obvious accidents. Mei looked down and flushed with embarrassment, nervously placing her hands over her groin, “Some woman attacked me, I’d never seen her before,” Mei sniffed the air, and scrunched her nose, “What about you?”. “Sombra,” She said simply. “I got hit in the gut, and, well...” She turned to the side, permitting Mei a view of the colossal bulge on her butt. Zarya hardly felt any shame in her accident; certainly none in Mei knowing about it. If there was one person she could count on to not judge, it was Mei. “We need to warn the others!” Mei said, mercifully changing the topic. “Agreed, let’s go,”. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pharah flew low, just outside the facility she was to protect. She’d heard gunfire only a few moments ago. No one had reported any intruders, and there were no other signs of a problem, but Pharah wasn’t about to gamble the safety of her objective. She landed on a rooftop, and crouched. With her keen vision, she inspected the town around her. Everything looked clear. That is, until her eyes settled on a purple object in the distance. Pharah looked closely, and it was nearly too late by the time she noticed. A high-powered sniper bullet raced towards her head, and it was only her quick realization that kept it from finding its target. She pulled away quickly, feeling her head jerk a little as the bullet grazed her helmet. Diving back, behind a concrete wall on the building’s roof, Pharah was panting heavily as her life flashed before her eyes. She lifted her hands up, and felt around her helmet for damage. Where the bullet had met the metal, there was now a deep cut in the metal. Had she been another inch forward… As the adrenaline faded, and sensation returned to her body, Pharah noticed that her crotch was wet. Groaning in annoyance, she spread and closed her legs repeatedly, trying to gauge the extent of her accident through her armor. Her womanhood was cold and clammy, now, but that felt like the extent of it. She must have only lost a little when Widowmaker shot at her. She hoped it hadn’t been enough to stain the uniform pants she wore under her armor, and that only her boxer briefs were wet. Once that was out of the way, Pharah started to think up a plan. Widowmaker was an expert sniper, and at such a range, she was sure to hit Pharah before Pharah could hit her. After a moment, she came up with a plan. It was a risky plan, but it just might work. She readied her jump jets and her rocket launcher, steadied her breathing, then launched into the air. She knew Widowmaker would be taking aim immediately, so she wasted no time in unleashing a barrage of missiles at the sniper’s perch. Even from here, she could see Widowmaker lower her rifle, and use her grappling hook to swing to safety. Pharah released the breath she’d been holding as her plan paid off. Widowmaker had been driven off, allowing her time to return to the facility. As Pharah descended, she realized that the fear that had surged through had caused her to empty what was left in her bladder. She blushed furiously as she urinated on herself, flooding her boxer briefs and drenching her pants. She could feel the hot wetness seeping down her well-toned thighs. Most of her pee was either contained by her armor or absorbed by her pants, but several drops managed to escape through the gaps in her armor, falling to the ground below. Pharah thanked the heavens that you couldn’t see her accident through her armor. There were more important things to think about than her soggy pants, though. She’d only bought herself time to escape from Widowmaker. Her allies would need help reinforcing the facility. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tracer sat on the ground, talking with Orisa. The massive robot seemed intimidating at first, but after only a couple moments of talking, it was clear that Orisa was just a big teddy bear. A highly-armed, titanium teddy bear, sure, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Supposedly, the door containing some top-secret information sat just behind them. Tracer didn’t know whether or not that was true, of course, since the door was locked. And reinforced. And had a keypad with a 20-number-long code sequence. And was huge enough that even Orisa, the disaster relief robot, couldn’t lift it. Tracer wondered if it was bad that she made the robot try to break into the chamber. Their conversation was interrupted as a sweaty, frantic Pharah burst into the room, startling Tracer so much she fell backwards from her sitting position. “Fareeha!” Tracer shouted in surprise, “What’sa matter?” “Talon is here,” Pharah removed her helmet, and gestured to the damaged portion, “Widowmaker almost took my head off. I think there are more out there, too. I haven’t seen Mei or Zarya,”. “Widow’s out there, huh?” A determined look filled Tracer’s face; she was quite excited at the premise of taking down her longtime rival. Pharah walked by them, inspecting the door to the chamber. As she walked by, Tracer could swear she caught the faintest whiff of the ammoniac smell of urine. She knew how much accidents like that distressed Pharah, so she decided to avoid bringing it up. Orisa, on the other hand, spoke without a care in the world, “I am detecting several indicators that you may have lost control of your bladder during the fight,”. Pharah turned about and stared daggers at the robot, who seemed to have no idea why she might want to keep such a thing private. Tracer couldn’t help but giggle. Pharah cleared her throat, then spoke, “Yes, Orisa… I wet my pants when Widowmaker almost shot me in the head,” her teeth were gritted as she spoke. “It is not uncommon for people- even professionals such as yourself- to experience bouts of incontinence in the face of mortal danger. Many of the individuals I have saved from numerous disasters had wet and/or soiled themselves. I am well-versed in aiding in the clean up-” “No, Orisa. I’m fine. Thanks.” Pharah forced a smile, looking like she was on the verge of defecting to Talon. “You’re welcome,” Orisa replied cheerily. Tracer broke into a fit of laughter. If this kept up, she’d be going home in soggy pants, too. Wiping a tear from her eye, Tracer drew her twin SMGs, “Back to business. You two stay here and guard the door, I’ll go see if I can find the others!” “Wait, Tracer!” Pharah began, but Tracer blinked away before she could say anything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Widowmaker perched atop a building, she looked around with satisfaction at the total lack of any defenses around the facility. She knew Pharah must still be inside, but she would be easy prey. With a flash of pink to her right, and a flash or purple to her left, Sombra and Moira both materialized onto the rooftop. “Defenses?” Moira asked, steepling her fingers in a supervillainy way. “I took down their cameras and security systems,” Sombra replied. “No one outside,” Widowmaker said. Tapping her visor, it descended to cover her eyes, granting her infrared vision, “I see Pharah and a robot inside the building,”. “Then it sounds like this mission is nearly over,” Moira smiled her arrogant smile. “Sombra, you and I will sneak in and remove whatever security remains. Widowmaker, prepare to give us covering fire,”. The other two women nodded their agreement, and Sombra and Moira both vanished off the rooftop. Using her state-of-the-art grappling hook to navigate the various rooftops, she stopped when she heard voices below her. Peering over the side, she saw Zarya and Mei, both hurrying towards the facility. She noted that both of them were running bow-legged. Drawing her sniper rifle, she took aim. As the crosshair closed in on Zarya, rapid footsteps approached Widowmaker. Lowering her rifle, she turned around to behold Tracer sprinting towards her, pulse bomb in hand. “Present for ya!” she shouted as she dropped the deadly explosive at Widowmaker’s feet. Tracer used her recall ability, and vanished, leaving only a wide-eyed Widowmaker. With no other options, she leapt from the roof. A thunderous explosion filled the night as her previous position was thoroughly obliterated. She landed on her feet, but the impact quickly forced her onto her knees. She put her hands on the ground to steady herself as she attempted to steady her breathing. She tried to ignore the numerous wet trails flowing down her thighs. She clenched herself, but her purple panties were wet for sure, now. More footsteps approached her, and she hesitantly raised her head and saw Zarya and Mei approaching her. Zarya was readying her beam cannon. Widowmaker could make out a soft hssssssssssssssss as her bladder then fully emptied into her suit. Two puddles grew around her knees that were planted in the ground, before joining into one huge, yellow puddle. She felt her stomach suddenly grow lighter, and realized she was about to crap herself, too. Many of her emotions were deadened, but this certainly did hurt whatever dignity she had left. With a quiet crackle, the contents of her stomach became the contents of her underwear. The rear of her suit, previously contoured perfectly to her butt, tented out sharply as her mess stretched the fabric out. It lost its form after a moment, and turned into a squishy mass. The annoyance of this was severe, but she pushed her accidents out of her mind, and focused on finding a way out of this. Zarya and Mei now stood almost right in front of her. Widow used the only offensive tool she still had, her poison mine. Raising her arm as quickly as she could, her wrist-mounted launcher fired the mine at Zarya’s feet, detonating it. A cloud of gas filled the air, and as Mei and Zarya fled from it, Widowmaker grappled to the nearest rooftop. Her position was compromised, and she’d been disarmed. She could be of no further help this operation. She radioed for extraction. If Sombra and Moira were successful, they’d need their getaway to be present, anyway. She tried to observe her enemies without being seen, and saw Mei and Zarya nervously continuing their walk to the facility. Blue flashes in the distance indicated Tracer would return there far sooner. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moira and Sombra entered the massive facility. The sounds of computers and machinery filled the air. Sombra loaded up a holographic map she’d managed to download, and located the room they were after. They’d already encountered several protectors, and Moira was sure they’d only meet more inside the facility. As they approached a sleek, futuristic hallway that lead towards their goal, Sombra stopped Moira, then cloaked. A moment later, she reappeared, and spoke “I see Pharah and a big robot, and Tracer,”. “We’re outnumbered, then,” Moira said. “True, but...” Sombra gave a sly smile, “My EMP pulse is charged up again,” “And my Coalescence is ready,” For once, the two shared their smug smiles. After a moment of preparation and planning, the two had agreed upon a plan: Moira would distract them while Sombra hacked open the door, whereupon Moira would teleport inside. Once both were inside, Sombra would close the door. With a nod of affirmation, Sombra cloaked and ran towards the door. Moira was mentally bracing herself. Her whole body felt slightly cold and numb. She was more than prepared for a combat operation, but she was about to face off against three people, all armed. Though her cold exterior did not show it, she was quite nervous. Once she felt she had given Sombra enough time, she walked down the hallway, emerging into a large, open chamber. With no hesitation, the robot placed down a barrier in front of its two companions. Both Pharah and Tracer readied their weapons, aiming them towards her. “Who’re you?” Tracer said, after apparently realizing that she had no idea who Moira was. “A scientist,” She smirked, “One who needs that data you’re guarding very badly,”. “I recommend you surrender,” The robot said, in an innocent-sounding voice. “You’re outnumbered and outgunned,” Said Pharah. “Outnumbered, yes...” Moira grinned, “Outgunned? Hardly”. Her right hand cut through the air, flinging a purple ball towards the chamber’s protectors. They huddled behind the robot’s barrier, and panic filled their eyes as the ball passed through the barrier like it wasn’t even there. With little purple streams of energy, the ball got to work disintegrating the protectors. Hearing the two biological ones yell in pain as they ran away from the death ball, Moira noted with satisfaction that they’d been forced from behind their shield. Targeting Pharah, Moira fired her disintegrating beam at her. Large strips and chunks of the woman’s armor were vanishing from sight. Seeing this, Tracer sped towards Moira. Ending her attack, Moira teleported back several yards just as Tracer opened fire on the spot she had stood in only a second ago. Moira had treated plenty of wounds caused by Tracer’s fearsome weapons, and she did not want to be on the receiving end. Tracer prepared to sprint for Moira again, but Moira grinned as she saw the death ball returning. Mentally patting herself on the back for aiming it properly, she watched as the ball struck Tracer once more just as the woman tried to sprint. The shock and pain of it caused her to faceplant into the sleek, metal floor. Hurrying over to the downed fighter, Moira prepared her disintegrating hand, and placed it one Tracer’s face. Moira could plainly hear a loud, wet squelch as the poster child of Overwatch noisily filled her orange pants. She could even see the round little bulge forming between her buttcheeks, which had been so thoughtfully displayed by her tight pants. Furthering her shame, Moira could clearly make out a yellow puddle forming between Tracer’s legs as she lay prone. “This won’t hurt a bit,” Moira said. Before she could deliver the finishing blow, however, she heard the sound of something flying through the air. At her. Jerking her head upward, she went wide-eyed as she saw a blue rocket speeding towards her. She tried to activate her teleportation, but the concussive shell hit her before she could. She was sent flying backwards, and rolled along the ground. She could feel a hot sensation around her womanhood, and realized that the force of the blast knocked a little bit of urine out of her. Not enough to stain her black pants, but enough to be felt. She pulled herself off the ground, and looked over to see Tracer doing the same. Dozens of little pee-droplets were falling off the young hero. Pharah was flying towards her, rocket launcher at the ready. The robot had finally joined in the fray, and seemed to be warming up some sort of Gatling gun. This was bad. Moira could feel the cold-numb sensation of fear clawing its way back into her body. “I repeat: I recommend you surrender,” the robot said. “So do we,” Came an accented voice from elsewhere in the chamber. Moira looked with alarm to see Zarya and Mei entering the fight. Panic began to well within her. There was no way for her to win this fight. No way except Coalescence. As if summoned, Sombra materialized in the air above the Overwatch forces, unleashing her EMP pulse. Everyone’s gear shut down simultaneously. They were vulnerable. Readying her weapon’s ultimate attack, Moira put her hands together, then shot them outward, unleashing a colossal gold and purple laser. Aiming it from one opponent to the next, she fired a continuous stream of death. ---------------------------- Pharah descended from the air, and hid behind cover alongside Zarya and Mei. Not only could she hear the laser digging into the wall they hid behind, she could feel it. Her whole body was tingly. Her heart was racing, and the terror forced her to soil herself. Unconsciously bending her knees ever so slightly, she unloaded into her boxer briefs. Her armor didn’t let her mess bulge out very far, instead flattening it out across her rear end. She felt somewhat sure that this was the last time she’d be wearing these pants, as her mess finished filling her fatigues under her armor. Zarya had a similar reaction, but she had already soiled herself. Instead, the contents of her bladder were lost. Zarya looked down in shock to see wetness flowing down her black pants. Even over the chaos she was taking shelter from, a very loud pssssssssssssss was completely audible. Entire wet sheaths coated the inside of her legs as the urine raced down her well-muscled thighs. Some of the wetness flowed into her boots, but most slid down the sides, depositing into large puddles under her. Zarya felt shame and anger welling up within her- she never lost control out of fear. As a weightlifter, and a veteran, there’d been plenty of times she lost control due to strain or stress, but almost never fear. Contrast that with Mei, who was shaking like a leaf as she hid near them. Fresh urine spilled into her pants, rewarming her now cold and clammy legs. A new wave of mess found its home in her panties as it joined what was already there. She’d already voided herself earlier, but even so, managed to make even more of a mess of her pants. Off in a different corner, Tracer and Orisa took cover. They’d fled here the moment Moira unleashed the laser, and Tracer was out of breath. She slid down the wall she was leaning on, not caring that the firm mess between her buttocks squished under her as she reached the floor. As the laser passed over their hiding spot, eradicating some of their cover, Tracer voided what was left in her bladder. She’d only lost about half of her urine when Moira tried to kill her, and the rest spilled out of her now. The urine flowed from her crotch down to her butt, over the mess that rested in her panties. A small puddle began to grow underneath her. “Do you need a hug?” Orisa ask, observing Tracer’s loss of control. “Honestly?” Tracer replied, still out of breath, “Li’l bit, yeah,”. Tracer meant it sarcastically, but as the friendly robot knelt down and wrapped her into a hug, she realized it was actually pretty comforting. Once the hug ended, Orisa said “If it is of further comfort: I cannot have accidents; but if I could, I’m sure I would right now, too,”. “Thanks,” It wasn’t actually any comfort, but Orisa was trying. ---------------------------- The massive laser ended, and Moira was nearly drained of energy. The path was clear, though, and she sprinted as hard as she could towards Sombra, who was dutifully hacking the door. The robot fired a green ball towards her, which Moira ducked under. A second later, however, she stopped dead in her tracks as the ball pulled her towards. She flew through the air, landing on her knees. She looked up, and gazed directly into the barrel of the robot’s very large cannon. That numb-cold fear returned harder than ever. “I told you to surrender,” the robot said. The many barrels of the gun began to glow green and emit an intense heat. Moira felt another kind of heat as she began to wet her pants. The stream was quiet and slow, but it was steady. A wet circle spread outwards from her womanhood, and dark crescents descended down her long and slender legs. Small rivulets of urine wound around the sides of her legs, ensuring her liquid shame reach all across her shapely legs. A puddle silently developed around her knees. Not content to leave her with some dignity, her bowels opted to relieve themselves, too. Much like her bladder, the release was quiet and slow, as the first log nestled neatly into her panties. Another quickly followed. Her pants were tight, but also fairly elastic, allowing the firm mess to bulge outward fairly far, creating a very large, lumpy bulge on her butt. “My sensors indicate you have both wet and soiled yourself, and are in need of a change,” The robot said. Moira exhaled sharply as the massive gun began to power down, “If you would like to surrender now, we promise not to hurt you,”. Out of the corners of her eyes, Moira could see the others emerging from their cover, all of them having caught their breath, finally. At the other side of the room, Moira looked with delight as she saw the great metal door finally slide open as Sombra hacked it. Moira inhaled, bracing herself. The cold-numb feeling was more intense than ever, and she knew that making a break for it had a high chance of being lethal. Moira stood up as quickly as she could, then vanished into a cloud of purple fog. She reappeared several yards away, running as hard and fast as she could towards Sombra and the door. Her fear was overwhelming, and she felt her bladder chaotically release more of its contents. This feeling of warmth and wetness covered her groin and her upper thighs, while numerous little trails wound down her legs. Drops of pee were flung into the air as she ran. From her other end, her bowels noisily vacated what was left inside of them. This mess was wetter than what filled her pants before, and mushed around inside her panties. Moira could feel all of her opponents hot on her heels as she ran. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra raised her SMG and began firing wildly, halting several of their enemies in their tracks. The robot deployed another barrier, however, rendering this approach futile. But, it had bought Moira just as much time as she needed, as she ran by Sombra and into the room. Sombra ran in just after her, using her newly-hacked system access to slam the door behind them. Moira was panting heavily, and Sombra could smell a foul odor about her as the two stood next to each other. She decided to be the bigger woman and not say anything about it, though, “You hurt?” she asked. “Only my pride,” Moira said between her ragged breaths. The two approached a large, supremely advanced terminal. Sombra set about hacking it while Moira observed. After a short moment of silence, the scientist spoke, “Sombra, I must commend you,”. “Thanks, but what for? A lot of things happened today,” “Your assistance tonight has been invaluable. With it, I feel this operation would have been impossible,” this got a slight smirk from Sombra. Moira continued, “On a less professional level, I have to commend you for maintaining control over your bodily functions through the entire conflict. I… did not,”. Sombra wiggled her legs a little bit as the cold wetness around her crotch reminded her that she had actually peed a little bit when Mei threw her little robot at her. But what Moira didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, “You saw my record, it’s not uncommon,” Sombra said, happy to maintain this momentary friendliness. A few seconds later, Sombra had completely hacked open the terminal. She took a step back, and did a theatrical bow as Moira approached the device, and began downloading the various documents and files she needed. While she did this, Sombra took another peek at the map she’d downloaded. Studying it, she saw that there was a way out, though it would be an unorthodox one: the air ducts. ---------------------------- Several minutes later, the two women were climbing through the ventilation shafts. Even though Sombra was in the lead, the unpleasant smell from Moira’s mess still filled the cramped space. The two exited the air duct, and made their way through a door, leading outside the building. They now stood on a balcony that overlooked a precipitous drop into the ocean below. Their ride should appear at any minute. As they looked, they heard a noise, One that made Moira gasp, Sombra looked to its source to see Pharah flying a ways away from the balcony, and a blue missile streaking towards them. Neither of them could react in time as the concussive shell landed between them, slamming Moira against the back wall, and launching Sombra over the edge of the balcony. She screamed as she began to fall, her descent only halted as Moira grabbed hold of her hand. Sombra felt around near her waist, and went wide-eyed as she realized she had used all of her teleporters. Moira had an impressive stature, but she spent most of her time reading or conducting science experiments; she was struggling just to hold Sombra, much less lift her up. Making a terrible mistake, Sombra looked down, and felt her heart drop as she spied the many, spiky rocks jutting out of the water below her. There were no two ways about it, this fall would be fatal. As she stared downwards, wondering which of the spikes would do her in, she noticed a clear stream falling between her legs, and into the ocean. She was peeing. Her pants were more akin to stockings than actual pants, and so most of her urine fell in a stream, instead of down her legs. As Sombra involuntarily swayed and moved her legs, however, they frequently got in the way of that stream, causing numerous, irregular wet splotches up and down her legs. Fighting through her fear, the first thing that came to her mind was to try and stop wetting herself. She brought her legs together, trying to stop the release. All this did was cut off the stream, instead causing the urine to soak into her black and pink leggings, creating large wet stains on her thighs. Looking like she was using all of her strength, Moira began to pull her back up, inch by inch. Suddenly, a rocket crashed into the side of the cliff, not too far from the two. They remembered that Pharah was still there. Seeing the explosion, and feeling several little rocks pelt her body from it, Sombra then crapped her pants, as well. A loud brrrrRRRAAAAAAAPPPpppp sounded from her butt, as semi-solid, mushy mess spilled into her panties. It quickly grew in size, filling the space between her legs. Her panties began to sag a bit, and she could feel some of her mess find its way out of her underwear, and down her left thigh. It felt like she’d stuffed warm mud into her underwear, and she knew her formerly pink panties must look like it, too. The wind began to pick up suddenly, almost unnaturally. The sounds of loud engines became apparent. Sombra thought that there was no way Pharah’s jetpack was that loud. Looking around, she spotted a Talon dropship approaching the balcony. The side door opened, revealing Widowmaker. She wasted no time in lifting up her rifle, and taking aim at Pharah. Seeing their sudden backup arrive, Pharah used her jets for all they were worth, and flew to the safety of the town as Widowmaker fired at her. Sombra had been so preoccupied watching the show, she hadn’t even realized Moira had finally managed to painstakingly pull her back up. She fell forward, landing on top of Moira. Sombra quietly muttered “Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you...”. ---------------------------- The three women stood as the dropship flew them home. There were numerous, comfortable chairs, available, but none of them were willing to sit down, considering they all needed to change. Over at a large communications table, Moira was informing Reaper of the mission’s success. Widowmaker had isolated herself (imagine that) and was simply cleaning her gun. Sombra was leaning against a wall, and her eyes ran over the wet and messy pants of her companions. She didn’t even know what had caused Widow to lose control, but she’d done it just as much as Moira and she, herself had. Sombra was somewhat upset that she had gotten so close to breaking her wet/messy streak, only to lose it at the end, but she supposed there was some comfort in that she wasn’t alone. And there was a little satisfaction in that Moira’s clean streak had rather decisively ended. Once again, though, she kept her mouth shut. The two had established a shaky peace, and she wasn’t about to ruin that. Besides, she figured her time would be better spent cleaning up as much as possible before they returned to their base.

Feel free to give this post the shutdown or move if this isn't allowed. Didn't see anywhere on the rules bout it but just in case I missed. Im part of a discord group that's all about Overwatch ABDL stuff with a little bit of omo as well. We are looking for members so feel free to have a join. https://discord.gg/ZEsJVy2 Edit: I realised this would be more suitable for the Omutsu subsection. Edit2.0: As expected the discord is for 18+ only.

Here's my first digital color omo piece ^v^ It's obviously still a WIP, and I'm hoping to finish it when I regain my motivation. But, for now, what do you think? Suggestions are appreciated too!

Well, out of nowhere, ideas and inspiration for another Overwatch story came to me, so I figured I might as well put it up. Much like the last one, lots of messing and fear-based accidents. Please leave any and all feedback. Hope you enjoy! Hana Song’s blood ran cold. She had to be on a shuttle inbound for Ilios in 10 minutes, and her… “underwear” wasn’t in her locker. She rooted around through an assortment of snacks, clothes, spare suits, and pistols, but her specially-made underwear was gone. Did I use all of them? She thought, continuing to root through her stuff, even though she knew they were gone. She needed them if she was going on a mission, or else she risked having an accident, live, in front of tens of thousands of viewers all over the world. She’d used them in the past to avoid having to leave in the middle of her streams, but after becoming a mech pilot, she found that she needed the protection simply because of how frightening some of her missions could be. Her face felt hot, and small tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Hana? Is something the matter?” a friendly, concerned voice asked from behind her. “OH!!” Hana exclaimed, turning rapidly to face Mei. “N-no, nothing’s- Wait, MEI!” Hana said, putting her hands on Mei’s shoulders. “Wha? What is it?” Mei asked, clearly confused. “Umm, I’m in trouble, can I, uhh...” “You’re in trouble? Can I help you?” “Yes, umm. Can I… Can I borrow one of your...” she coughed nervously, “diapers?”. Hana avoided eye contact when she finished the sentence. Mei’s face couldn’t decide whether to go pale or bright red, but Hana was sure her cheeks were burning just as hot as her own. “Oh, I, ah,” Mei began, struggling to find her words. “Please, Mei, it’s serious!” “I’m sorry, Hana, I only brought one, and I’m, ehh, I’m wearing it,” Mei said sheepishly, shuffling around a little. “I’m trying to improve my continence, so I limited how many I would bring with me. I’m down to my last one,”. Many years ago, Mei had been stuck for several years in stasis, and it caused some of her muscles to atrophy, nearly beyond repair. The end result is that she has very little control over her bladder or bowels. A secret that Mei only thinks is secret. Hana’s face was overtaken with misery. “Well, I believe in you, Hana!” Mei said, giving her friendliest smile. Hana found it impossible not to smile back. The two grabbed their things, and made for the shuttle. Hana would just have to do her best to hold it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You can kill her any day now, y’know,” Sombra taunted her sniper companion. “She has to poke her head out first, Sombra,” Widowmaker countered. “Not if you’d landed the first shot, hermana. How’d you even miss, anyways, she’s an old woman. She is literally a granny,”. Widowmaker was squeezing her rifle in annoyance, “She’s not just an old woman, Sombra, she’s the best sniper Overwatch has ever employed,”. “Maybe 30 years ago...” Sombra replied, pacing around their perch on one of the slate-white buildings that covered Ilios. “And besides, how did she even see you? Wait, don’t answer, someone could see that outfit of yours from space,” Sombra said as she tugged on one of Widow’s coattails. She wore a finely-tailored, dark purple tuxedo with very long coattails. “I was infiltrating a party to assassinate a diplomat when this mission came up, Sombra. I did not have time to change,”. “Maybe you should have made time; because so far the only thing you’ve hurt are my eyes,”. Widow momentarily looked towards Sombra, “Sombra, you are distracting me-” Before she could finish the sentence, a syringe-dart lodged itself in Widow’s neck. Sombra jumped back in alarm, and Widowmaker wobbled back and forth for a little while before falling backwards with a thump. “You, uhh… you alright, araña?” Sombra asked, leaning over her unconscious partner. Widowmaker’s face seemed to relax suddenly, and Sombra noticed a loud hissing sound. She glanced at the sniper’s crotch, and saw her purple suit pants growing darker at the crotch. The stains spread somewhat across her thighs, but her position made sure they didn’t get too far. Her pee instead soaked into the coattails below her, before the puddle spread far enough that it spread onto the ground below her. She must have been holding a lot, which is strange, since she normally would just go in her pants to avoid letting her target get away. Sombra noticed something speeding towards her and ducked. A similar syringe smashed against the wall. Maybe she should get out of here. Grabbing her still-peeing comrade under the arms, she began to drag her inside the building. Widowmaker unconsciously left a trail of urine under her as she was dragged inside. Sombra propped the sniper up against a wall, and loaded her smg. Looks like she would have to handle this herself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hana, Mei, Zenyatta, Tracer, and Mercy each found some way to pass the time during the shuttle ride. Mei and Mercy were idly chatting with one another. Tracer and- strangely enough- Zenyatta were both trying to make shots into the ship’s complementary basketball hoop. Hana, however, just sat in one of the shuttle’s chairs, her mech standing nearby, waiting for a pilot. She was already feeling the need to pee. She was considering just cancelling her stream today, but she couldn’t just disappoint her fans like that. As she ran through many possible solutions for her dilemma, an announcement went out over the ship’s intercom, “Arriving at: Ilios,”. Time was up. They had reached their destination. With a sigh and a heart full of worry, she climbed into her mech, and activated her stream. In an instant all the worry was gone from her face, and she greeted her expectant viewers like a ray of sunshine. She was pretty good at hiding her worries. She would not be able to hide piss-stains down her legs and a load in her pants, however. She braced herself, and prepared to hold it like never before as the shuttle’s doors opened, and their team disembarked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- D.va, Zenyatta, and Mei took a path to the left while Tracer and Mercy went to the right. Tracer’s blink allowed her to zip through the streets while Mercy’s suit allowed her to glide and catch up with her British friend. “Come on, Angie, keep up!” Tracer shouted, just as Mercy’s wings deployed and she glided forward. Once she was close enough, the two proceeded into a nearby building that would provide a shortcut. They both turned in alarm as a harsh beeping noise filled their ears, and a spider-shaped mine placed on the wall exploded into a plume of purple gas that filled the room. They both attempted to cover their mouths and noses, but it was too late, and both women began coughing violently under the effects of Widowmaker’s poison. Tracer’s vision blurred as her eyes watered, but she could just make out an exit across the room that would lead to fresh air. She grabbed Mercy’s arm and began running, attempting to say “This way!”, but only a raspy, coughing voice came out. Mercy seemed to understand, though, so it didn’t matter. As the two women cleared the threshold of the door, they both started gasping for the clean, non-toxic air. Mercy collapsed onto her hands and knees, coughing and retching a bit. As the toxin worked its way through her body, her control began to falter. Her bladder started to void. A slow dribble, at first, wet her panties with small, rapid spurts. Once she was sure she could breathe, she noticed the growing warmth between her legs, and attempted to clench herself, but her body didn’t want to obey her brain. Instead, her privates upped their pee-game, and the dribbles became a full-blown stream. The wetness moved beyond her panties, and started soaking her orange pants. The crotch rapidly darkened, and twin streams raced down her legs, turning into puddles below, which grew and eventually joined into a singular puddle. Her stomach grumbled, and Mercy resigned herself to what was coming as she understood its meaning. She closed her eyes, and cringed as she felt a wet mess slip out of her bottom, nestling into her white panties. Her bowels went into overtime, and churned out mess into her own pants, which settled between her legs and across her bottom. Mercy exhaled, and collapsed onto her belly, splashing in the puddle of pee. She needed a moment to recover her strength from the poison. It wouldn’t be long, as her suit began administering medicine to her. At the same time, Tracer wasn’t doing much better. She did, at least, keep her footing, and still stood, albeit bent over with her hand on her knees. She was breathing rapidly as she noticed her body’s control faltering. Unlike Mercy, Tracer’s bladder just started off spraying hard into her underwear. Tracer’s (also) orange pants turned dark between her thighs, and numerous lines of wetness began wrapping around her legs as they winded down them. Given how tight her pants were, the urine spread along every little crease in her pants, causing long, wet lines to course all over her legs. Much like Mercy, Tracer’s bowels readily dumped their contents into her pink panties. With a loud FBLRPFBLRPT, a load of mess shot right into her underwear, filling them up. Tracer was well aware of the sticky, wet warmth on her bottom. Her pants turned slightly brown at the site of the crime, and she could only imagine what her panties must have looked like. She reached a hand back and cupped the large, messy bulge on her backside, feeling it squish against her. Mercy finally stood up, adjusting her pants to accommodate for the considerably sized load that now occupied her panties. “Well,” Mercy said, looking from her dirtied pants to Tracer’s, “That could have gone better. At least I’m not alone in needing a change,”. “Yeah… ‘bout that,” Tracer said, raising a finger in the air. A bluish glow covered her body, and she seemed to float ever-so-slightly in the air. After a couple of seconds, Tracer stood with her pants clean, and lungs clear of poison. She’d used her recall ability. “Got a date later tonight, luv, can’t let ‘er see me all messy!” Tracer said, making little finger-guns at Mercy, who was staring daggers at her. “Hmph,” Mercy grunted, already preparing to explain her condition to the rest of the team, “Let’s get a move on. Ana needs our help,”. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mei, D.va, and Zenyatta advanced through a series of streets, alleys, and buildings, keeping an eye out for Ana, whom they had been assigned to rescue. They were sticking close, trying not to stray too far apart. Mei kept her eyes peeled, and her endothermic blaster ready. A few rapid footsteps echoed behind her, and she whipped around to investigate. Nothing. No one was there. That wasn’t a good sign. It seemed that D.va and Zenyatta were experiencing similar events, as they each kept looking around in a paranoid fashion. Mei silently congratulated herself for not peeing yet. Considering how bad her control was, it didn’t take much to scare her into wetting herself. And she was definitely scared right now. Her training must be paying off. Her train of thought ended as a red glow shimmered in the sky before materializing into the Talon agent Sombra. She brought her arms to her chest, then extended them outwards in a grandiose fashion. A colossal wave of energy launched out from her, and Mei could hear her blaster making strange noises after it was hit by the pulse. She aimed and tried to shoot, but her gun refused to fire. D.va’s mech was wildly meandering around, and Zenyatta’s arms seemed to be spasming. Taking this opportunity, Sombra drew her smg, and opened fire in the middle of their group. Each of the three of them bolted in different directions. As Mei started to back up, she was mashing numerous buttons on her blaster in a desperate attempt to make something happen. As Sombra took aim at Mei, the scientist’s equipment finally responded, and created a large wall of ice between the two of them. Despite the walls massive size, Mei could hear every last bullet tearing into it. She needed cover, now. Looking around, she ran into a nearby house, and began tampering with her gun to get back into full working order. Her earlier praise seemed to evaporate in her head as she realized: she was peeing now. The warmth collected around her privates as her diaper absorbed her urine. The padding swelled up, and Mei had trouble putting her thighs together. She could hear the hissing sound even through her diaper and thick pants. If she was scared before, she was terrified now. It seemed to be able to hold all of her release, but she didn’t want to test her diaper’s strength. She needed to find the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was separated from her team; her mech was malfunctioning; a crazy assassin was coming to kill her; and yet, despite all that, D.va was immensely happy. Sombra’s EMP wave had shorted out D.va’s broadcast. None of her fans could see her, or the fact that she was mere moments from wetting herself. She took a hand from her mech’s controls and jammed it into her crotch, trying to hold her urine in. She’d already had to pee, but now she knew someone was trying to kill her. Knowledge like that has a tendency to loosen your bladder. A sudden, sharp noise from inside the room she was in caused her to yelp in surprise as her hand shot back to the mech controls. Looking around the room, she didn’t see anyone, but of course she wouldn't- Sombra could turn invisible. Without her hand to help hold her liquid in, Hana felt several short pulses of pee slip out and wet her underwear. A series of gunshots exploded from the air, mere feet from her mech. Before D.va could react, her mech’s armor had been shredded, and she was forcibly ejected from the ruined robot. She flew out of it, landing expertly on her feet as she drew her pistol and began firing wildly around the room, looking for Sombra. As she shot up the room, her fear and excitement had overwhelmed her bladder, and she could feel hot pee soak the crotch of her blue jumpsuit. Down her right thigh, a wet stain reached nearly to her knee, while on her left the stain only went down a few inches. With all of her strength, Hana managed to stop herself from completely wetting her pants. She also noticed that Sombra was gone. Again. Slowly and carefully, watching the area around her, D.va maneuvered outside. Checking that nothing was above her, she tried to signal for a new mech. But nothing happened. She signaled again, and again, but to no avail. “Having some technical difficulties?” Came a taunting voice. D.va turned in the direction of the voice, but no one was there. She drew her pistol, and began preparing for a good old fashion firefight. Nervousness consumed her, and more urine spilled into her pants. The stains down her legs grew, and Hana felt her cheeks go hot and red in embarrassment. Despite her best efforts, her bladder was beyond her control, and the stains raced down her legs and flowed into puddles around her feet. “Looks like some other difficulties, too, huh?” The voice taunted again, “I can look away while you change your diaper, if you want,”. Her pulse quickened. Everything seemed to slow down. A bright flash to her left signaled Sombra’s emergence, and as the two turned to shoot each other, another bright light barreled into Sombra, and threw her to the ground. Tracer stood there, looking ready for a fight. D.va could kiss her right now. “Looks like you need a timeout!” Tracer shouted as Sombra started to pick herself up. Sombra didn’t like being taunted. She brought up her smg, but Tracer just barely managed to duck in time, and delivered a series of rapid, powerful punches to Sombra’s gut. The Talon agent bent over, clutching her stomach and coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. In her pain and stress, Sombra lost control of her bowels. A loud, wet SQUELTCH resounded as a mushy load filled Sombra’s panties. Her pants bulged out far. Her pants’ elasticity was brought to its limit as the mess filled them. Sombra was aware of every millisecond as the hot, squishy load slid out of her and made her pants sag. After only a few seconds, she could smell it, and she was certain Tracer could, as well. “Now who needs a change?!” Hana taunted. Sombra didn’t have enough air left in her to try anything, or to taunt her back, so she tapped a little button on her glove, and in a bright shimmer of light, vanished from sight. “You alright, luv?” Tracer asked Hana, with genuine concern. “Kind of. I’m not hurt, but, well, I did, uh...” Hana tried to finish her sentence, but her mouth wouldn’t let her. “Wet your knickers?” Tracer said, somehow without any kind of judgment. “Yeah,” Hana replied, so quiet as to nearly be mute. “No worries, Hana! Mercy wet and made in her underpants!” Tracer said, putting a hand on D.va’s shoulder. Just as she said this sentence, Mercy finally caught up with her, and was staring daggers harder than ever before. Mercy turned from Tracer and looked at Hana, “Don’t worry, Hana, it happens to everyone,”. Hana was relieved beyond words that her team was so supportive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker slowly opened her eyes. As she remembered where she was and what she was doing, her eyes shot open. She stood up, and realized with slight annoyance that her pants were wet. She must have lost control when Ana hit her with a sleep dart. She noticed with greater annoyance that she still needed to pee, and also had to poop quite badly as well. She wasted enough time already, and she didn’t need a stomach cramp distracting her. She inhaled, and felt the warm wetness creeping down her thighs. Considering how much she had peed earlier, she didn’t have much left in her. The wet crescents reached slightly past her knees. From the other end, a log emerged, and made contact with her panties. It pushed her underwear and suit pants as far back as they would go, before the log crumpled in on itself. Another log came out, and met with the first. Using her hands, Widow squished the hot mess up against her bottom, so it wouldn’t be too large and in the way. Returning to her perch, she began scanning the area for Ana. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mei was still walking around, scared out of her mind, not knowing that Sombra had pursued D.va. She thought she had seen Zenyatta heading this way. If the two could reunite, they would be safe. Poking her head through windows and doorways, Mei very timidly scouted the area. As she entered into a building, she heard a hushed, metallic gasp, and noticed a strange, purple orb hovering over her head. The edges of her vision darkened, and her mind was suddenly full of fear and doubt. She yelled in fear, and began spraying her endothermic blaster every which way. Given that her bladder was already empty, she didn’t wet herself any further, but she did now mess herself. With a fairly loud BRRRRAAAAAAP, the seat of her diaper filled up with poop. Stuck in the confines of the diaper, the mess spread out, and coated her butt. “Mei?” Came a questioning voice that she knew belonged to Zenyatta. Suddenly the haze lifted, and her mind was clear. Instantly, she didn’t know what she’d been so afraid of. “Zenyatta?” “My apologies, Mei. I mistook you for Sombra and struck you with a Discord Orb,” “It- it’s fine. No harm done,” “Are you certain? You seemed deeply frightened,” “I’m certain, I’m certain. Let’s go find the others,” ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not long after Sombra had fled, Mei and Zenyatta regrouped with the others. Both very kindly pretending to not notice Mercy and D.va’s very wet (and in Mercy’s case, very full) pants. As they prepared to resume looking for Ana, they heard a slight chuckling coming from a balcony above them. Looking up, they saw none other than the old sniper they were looking for. With their team there to fight off Sombra, Ana had been able to find them safely. It wouldn’t be worth the risk to try and hunt down the Talon agents, so the group made to leave on their shuttle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Widow sat on a chair, listening to her earpiece. She payed no mind to the smelly mass she sat upon. With a flash of light, Sombra materialized next to her. The smell that came with her indicated that she’d had an accident, as well. “I know where they are, Widowmaker! We can-” “No, Sombra,” Widowmaker replied. “‘No’?! What do you mean, ‘no’?!” “I mean no, Sombra.” “But they’re right there! We can go find them right now and-” “The mission is compromised, Sombra. We are outnumbered, and it is too risky,” Sombra’s face twisted in rage, but she gave up when she realized that Widow was right. Besides, she didn’t want to stay in her messy panties any longer than she had to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Much like before, everyone found some way to occupy their time on the shuttle ride back. Albeit, much more carefully, and somewhat bowlegged this time. Mercy, Mei, and D.va all sat together, chatting. “So Tracer also messed herself?” Hana asked. “Correct. When we got poisoned, Tracer completely let go in her pants,” “And she used her recall to clean up?” Mei asked. “Correct,” “Lucky,” Mei said, enviously. “Too lucky...” Hana said, and began whispering something to Mei. Once the shuttle arrived, Zenyatta and Ana debarked first. As Tracer moved towards the exit, a large ice wall sprang up suddenly, blocking her in. “What, uh… What’s goin’ on, Mei?” Tracer asked, nervously crossing her legs due to her desperation. “Oh no,” Mei said, “My blaster appears to have malfunctioned! We could be stuck here for a while,” “W-well, we can always just break it down, right?” Tracer said, chuckling nervously. She began trying to punch and kick at the wall, but stopped when a jet of urine shot into her panties. She firmly planted both hands into her crotch. “Something the matter, Lena?” Mercy asked. “N-no! Nothing at all!” “You suuuure?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. No longer wanting to keep up the charade, Tracer stopped pretending she was fine, “Come on, luvs, I gotta date later! Don’t make me have to go home all messy,”. “Can’t you just rewind it?” “I can’t do a recall like that twice in one day!” “Sorry Tracer, My blaster just doesn’t want to listen to me,” Mei said, doing an exaggerated shrug. Tracer’s desperation finally got the better of her. Her knees were locked together. Her hands were buried between her thighs. She tried to clench her butt as hard as possible. After a few more torturous seconds, her hands turned warm, then hot. A dark stain spread across her legs, wrapping all around them much like before. A loud splattering accompanied her release as a gigantic puddle formed around her. With a slight crackling sound, her mess erupted from her backside. The others could see her orange pants suddenly balloon out, almost comically far. The bulge turned slightly brown. After over a minute of wetting and soiling herself, she was done. Red in the face, Tracer just looked at them, “jerks...”. “Don’t worry, Tracer, I’m sure Emily will understand,” Mercy said. The ice wall collapsed, and Tracer started thinking of how she was going to explain her condition to Emily. She figured “My friends are assholes,” ought to do just fine.

[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... ... ...

Hello world, first of all I'm not really a writer. I am however massively hyped for overwatch, which is this really cool game with these amazing characters. Now overwatch needs more love on this site, and for awhile I was thinking of making some requests. But hey why not give it a shot, what do I have to lose? Please let me know what you think of my writing, I kinda want to keep this thread for future stories with the different characters. So requests of characters and styles; I'm all ears. I also might change my writing style so expect alot of variety. Anyway with that out of the way. ---------------------------------------- Tracer aka Lena Oxton Age 23 (26 in game but this is a prequel story) Height 5'4 2/24/2070 Dear New Diary, Hello! I am nervous, and excited, a little nervous, and excited! Okay, my last diary ran out of paper so you are gonna be my adventure novel. And boy what a time love, you wouldn't believe it! So where do I start, working at the royal air force I always felt like I was some kind of hero ya know. Well not a hero persay, but come on I used to pretend to be right. Growing up as a kid you would turn on the news and BAM, "overwatch saves (Blah blah blah) from the evil robotics". I never thought I could be one of them but every day I train my hardest to be some sort of hero. I dropped out of school when I saw the commercial. "Royal Air Force, saving the world in style", and what could I say that's a cheese filled custard of a slogan. But flying, flying sounded like something I would love to do. Kind of be like Mercy ya know, flying through the air and making real change. So I train at 17, and by 23 here I am with all the metals they could throw at me. Which isn't fun *whispers* they are heavy you know. So what happens tomorrow; well they choose me, yeah that me! Overwatch has this crazy new aircraft called the "slipstream" which is supposed to be like the fastest plane ever made. Some call it a teleporter and it's half right... who am I kidding I'm gonna fly faster then superman! While I wouldn't say I officially overwatch I am like in the same ballpark. It's literally a dream come true, and I'm super nervous diary. I've brushed my teeth 3 times, I've fixed my hair longer then a prom queen, I have become so prepared I'm unpreapred to come up with reasons I'm not prepared. HAHA! Oh Diary what's that? You wanna come too? Well I'll bring you along, I gotta draw pictures of the heroes oh my god! I could scream! ?/?/2071-2073 Well that didn't quite work out as expected. Where do I start, ah I know the place. So the slipstream might not have worked.... entirely well. But hey mistakes happen, we've all been there right. Well right now I'm in some room in the overwatch lab, I can see Winston studying me through the glass. I don't get how they got me here, from what I've seen in the footage (while I am stabled down and all) is that I might.... sorta.... kinda.... maybe be between 2 realities. Or stuck in the space time or something, I don't know for sure. Every second that passes feels so fast, I think like a minute is like a day or something. But I still see that adorable scientist ape friend of mine, everyone else seems to have given up on me but not that guy. That guys a real friend. He also seems to have found a way to get me some clothes on, I've been wearing my pajamas from home ever since I woke up here. So that's progress, I'm not too blue about things right! I do have a little, tiny problem though. I kinda, maybe, well..... I gotta pee really badly as I write this. There's a toilet in here sure but I don't know if he could see me, and even then I couldn't really go in this state anyway. But it's been building, my bladder has really been growing quite slowly. But I... I feel as though I could, maybe wee a little. I'm in a bad place do I use this toilet, or do I wait for the cure. You know what I'm gonna hold it, no matter how hard it gets I believe in Winston. He wouldn't let me down! 8/15/2073 Winston is a lifesaver! He gave me this iron man looking that that allowed me to ground my self in time. He looked right at me and said "You're Home Tracer".... tracer was my nickname at the Royal Air Force, but winston saying that put a tear in my eye. I gave the monkey a giant massive hug and he filled me in. Short version I was stuck in time, and I'm back; YAY! But more then that he wanted me, yes that me to join overwatch. OMG!!!!! I didn't think I was worthy, he told me my heart and my willingness to do what is right is why I should be on the team. I hugged him even tighter (although I'll admit I did kinda have to pee really really badly). But then there it was, he made a suit just for me. The suit controls that time do whats its and lets me zip faster then any plane could ever do. I was given these cool orange leggings with straps to keep them tight, 2 arm thingys for my pistols (oh yeah pistols!), and my old jacket from back in the day. I wish the story ended there but we kinda gotta talk about the elephant in the room. He wanted me to try it on, and I changed... there wasn't a toilet in the change room. The very first thing I did when I tried on the coolest suit in the world.... well you have to understand somethings love. First I had to go, bad. I had to go like when I was a second grader in class, I could feel my squirt in my panties every step I took out of the changing room. I kept trying to fight it, I even tried hiding it by oh so subtlety pushing against my bladder while we talked. But my first attempt warping I feel to the floor and peed full force. I could feel the warmth spreading everywhere, down into my panties and into my leggings. And having ruined this moment, of being let in the overwatch and all this stuff he did for me I felt so bad I just started crying. It was literally second grade all over again, and I'd never been so embarrassed. Winston smiled and handed me goggles. "let no one see you cry again Lena, you're overwatch, and that means you are a hero" After that elephant the day was awesome! We tried out the suit, I met more of the heroes. Some of them were a little.... ya a charming but I would warp through the room and hug each and every single one of them. I ended up hugging Pharah the hardest because OH MY GOD she's just so cool! We did some training exercises and I beat the time record for the main course. Overall, pretty cool day I would say. Dreams literally came true, speaking of dreams I'm off to bed. I've been told there might be some side effects coming back from the stream and all that but I shouldn't worry. 8/16/2073 Bedroom Camera Transcript Analysis Our hero is sleeping in her pink fuzzy pajamas and her blue tee-shirt. At 1 33Am we hear talking in her sleep. "Winston I'm sorry, I don't think I can..... sorry heroes I..... I'm about to...." Our hero begins to toss and turn the blankets off herself in her sleep and rub..... (what would you call that corporeal) her "special place". "No..... please don't laugh, don't laugh at me, I'm sorry I.... oh no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Our hero begins to wet herself on the bed, slowly at first medically filled up the bed. (off record it's amazing how much such a little girl can hold, look at all that. And she's sleeping right though it) Our hero wakes up once again with tears in her eyes, she puts on the goggle. The side effects of time travel appear to be nightmares and a small badder. She'll fit right in. Transcript filed

So in a recent poll I asked what people wanted me to write about...overwatch won...so here it is. Location:watch point Gibraltar objective: defend against the enemy team the siren wailed as the team got into position for battle. It was talon "again" and they wanted to finish the job they started. The team got in position and waited for the assault. tracer: honestly I thought talon was done after reaper tried to take you out Winston winston: same here but it appears that they were not finished tracer:dontcha mean "ape"ears tracer gives a nudge to Winston as he sighs soldier 76:will you grow up and get ready! tracer: alright...better do what grandpa says. mei:I believe we can do it,just everyone focus. the door swings open as widow maker swings out with reaper right behind...followed by numerous talon soldiers. Winston leaps into action knocking about 5 talon soldiers into the water. Tracer then dashes behind widow maker and slaps a pulse bomb on her back. tracer:there you go love! tracer dashes away, widow maker grabs the pulse bomb from her back and throws it at mei, she ice walls. mei: try a bit harder... widow maker aims and fires...the bullet misses mei by a hair mei: ...o-okay...to close soldier 76: get up and run! tracer pushes a talon soldier off the cliff. tracer: y,know...for a talon...you don't have a good grip... just then reaper pushes tracer off the cliff reaper: who has the bad grip now... tracer recalls then pushes reaper off the cliff tracer: you do...ha ha! widowmaker fires off rounds at Winston, soldier 76,and mei. widowmaker:no one can hide from my sight... soldier 76:I've got YOU in mine... the both hit eachother...widow falls and is carried back to the ship,soldier falls as well but is more hurt... mei: oh no...hang in there please... tears form in mei's eyes soldier 76: kid...it's okay...heroes die at some point... just then mercy shows up (with perfect timing) mercy: not on my watch they don't... she begins healing his wounds... soldier 76: thanks Angela mercy: not a problem jack. they smile at eachother,Mc,Cree, hanzo,genji,Ana,d.va, and a select few of others show up Mc,Cree:well then, looks like the party's over. soldier 76: nah...its just getting started...DRINKS ARE ON ME!!! D.va:awwwww no fair...I'm not old enough... Ana:you really shouldn't drink...it's bad for your health... soldier 76: but sure as hell eases the pain...and don't worry Hana...we'll go to numbani,it's legal there...right? mc,Cree: who cares we could sneak her one out either way... they all cheer...and get in two dropships to set out for numbani. part 2 coming soon...

Chapter Text This takes place after the Deadlock gang is disbanded by Overwatch, so Jesse is seventeen and technically a minor. Nothing is sexual, but I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable just look away. This is multichapter, and there will probably be more than just Omo, but i won't post anything without warning. ----- Jesse sat in his chair, a scowl seemingly permanently etched into his face. He leaned back in the chair that was provided, propping one foot up on the bolted down table. He seemed content to sit there angrily for a bit before he looked up at the one way window against one side of the room. “Are you gonna come in here or what. I’m not gonna start talking on my own; yer just pissin’ me off.” There was no response. “I know your fucking watching me. Even if it’s just one of you. That or there’s a fuckign camera on the room.” There was no way that they’d just let a criminal go un supervised. A slight crackle came on over the intercom for the holding cell. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t cuss so much. My twelve year old daughter is here.” His face flushed, “What? She’s been here the whole time?” “Yes. Would you like to meet her?” He scrunched up his face, “I’m good. Why the hell are you bringing your kid to work? Especially if you work at a place like this?” There was no response that time. He rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now that I’ve pointed out your parenting flaws, you don’t want to talk?” Jesse huffed once more and leaned back further in the chair. Moments later, the door to the room swung open to reveal a younger woman, maybe about forty, followed by a twelve year old. “I didn’t hear your response, so I brought her any way.” He frowned, “You’re only bringing her in here because I’m young, right?’ She tilted her head slightly. “What do you mean?” He finally lowered the feet of his chair to the ground. “You wouldn’t let your precious little angel near any of the other of the Deadlock would you? I’m young, you think I haven’t ever ogled a girl or raped one.” The girl sneered at him but stayed where she was, relatively behind her mother. Her mother frowned, “I wouldn’t get in the habit of putting words in other people’s mouths if I were you. It might get you into trouble.” She walked further into the room, her shoulders pulled back from her body and her head held high. She took the seat across from him. “You’re seventeen, right?” The younger girl followed her, keeping her own back straight and looking just as in charge, but she looked far more scared. She sat down as well, but she looked like she wanted to leave. He sneered at the two of them instead of answering. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve been your age. And I’m guessing no one in your group was your age either.” She gave an almost unwarranted chuckle, “I don’t have to guess, I saw them. They’re all almost as old as me.” He kept silent. She tilted her head, smiling a little, “You were so talkative a moment ago. What happened?” Jesse scoffed, “You weren’t in the room before.” “Huh. I thought it was your intention to get me in here to get you talking.” “Well I ain’t gonna say shit to you. You’re gonna use anything I say against me.” “Smart one. So would you say my presence is making it harder for you to open up as to why you murdered all those people and transported international contraband?” “If I say yes, will you leave?” “Maybe. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I mostly wanted to introduce you to my daughter. She’s probably the first person you’ve seen anywhere close to your age in a while.” She looked to her daughter and nudged her with her elbow. “Say hi, Fareeha.” Fareeha scrunched up her nose. “I’m good.” Jesse scowled, raising an eyebrow. “Not good enough for you?” The older woman rolled her eyes. “Now that you two know each other--” He cut her off. “Please. Don’t talk about me as if you know me.” She only smiled in response, but her eyes screamed ‘Not this edgy teenagter bullshit again.’ Instead, she only said, “I know enough, Jesse.” He fell silent seeing as that was the first time she said his name. She was silent for a moment as if waiting for him to say anything. When he didn't speak, she continued. “I’m not going to ask you anything right now. There were a lot of people in your group so we’re stretched a little thin, and I want to focus most of our efforts on your leaders. You’re a small fry, a junior member. You can see why I’m not concerned with getting information out of you.” His scowl grew deeper, if possible. “I know shit.” “I’m sure you do. Don’t be offended, I have a special interest in you too. But we’re going to keep you here and someone will be watching you at all times.” “Do you have enough employees for that?” She gave another roll of the eyes. “I’m sure I do. You’ll mostly be with Blackwatch mostly anyway. Any other questions?” “Yeah.” He shifted idly in his seat. “What’s the chance of me getting out of here?” Fareeha gave him an incredulous look. “Did you just ask if there was any way you could escape?” Hs glared at her for a brief moment. “Not like that. Is there any reason at all that you would ever let me out of this small room. Like to walk around or to get food or anything like that.” The older woman answered him this time. “No, absolutely not. Despite your age you are still a criminal, and you can’t walk around freely, or even really with our agents with you. Plus, I find it better to deprive you of certain things; it makes you more open to talk. It won’t be that long before you get moved to prison anyway. We just need to get our information.” Jesse huffed and flopped against the back of his chair. “Well good luck getting through to the boss.” She gave him a genuine smile. “Thanks. If you have any more concerns ask to see Ana.” She stood up and walked out of the room. Fareeha followed closely, her sundress fluttering softly. Jesse sighed softly and let himself fall silent. There was no point in whining when there was no one to listen. Well, there might have been someone listening, but he didn’t want to talk anyway. Instead, he sat in silence, focussing on anything but the growing silence and the budding discomfort that settled heavily in his lower abdomen. It was only a few hours before he was fidgeting lightly. He glanced towards the one sided window. “Hey. What happens when I need to piss?” He hoped that there was someone there and he wasn’t talking to no one like an idiot. Sure enough, the intercom buzzed to life, “Then you hold it. You’re a big boy.” There was a slight accent to the gruff voice that answered him almost immediately. He frowned. “It’s been some time since y’all arrested me. And I have no idea when I’m going to get out of here, what if I can’t be a big boy? Are you going to put me in time out?” “You’re already there.” He scoffed. “Then what? Are you gonna spank me?” “If a holding cell is time out for people like you, do you really want to be spanked?” the voice paused, as if waiting for an answer. “Yeah. Now shut up.” He rolled his eyes and fell silent, thought that only lasted for a few minutes. “Hey. Are y’all gonna feed me?” Again, the gruff, man’s voice filled the room. “No. Stop whining.” “What else am I supposed to do?” “Stare at the wall and think about what you’ve done. This is time out isn’t it?” Jesse sighed and went back to staring at the wall, willing himself not to fidget in front of this already grumpy man assigned to look after him and for his boss and whoever else was being questioned, which was apparently everyone but him to give quick honest answers. Most of all, he willed himself not to piss himself like a kid. For the entirety of that day he had eaten beans but mostly he had drank a whole lot of water. He sat and waited. Waited for what? He wasn't quite sure. Maybe to be carted away or released, or for the boss to get him, or for the woman to come back. Mostly he was waiting for himself to fall apart and accept that this was reality now. That came eventually. The falling apart, that is. Without much warning, piss started gushing from his crotch. He hadn't made much of an effort to stop it in an attempt to not look desperate for the past hour. So without the helpful squeezes of his hand of the thigh clenching, there was nothing stopping the flood gates. The urine beaded up ever so slightly on top of his soaked crotch before trickling down onto the seat of the metal chair only to be absorbed by the fabric on the butt of his jeans. Eventually, it was even too much for that. The slightly yellow puddle leaked to the back of his thighs then fell off the chair, making some noise as it splattered onthe floor. His cheeks were hot with tears and the blush that undoubtedly stained his tanned skinned. He wasn't full out sobbing or anything, but this wasn't pleasant. God, he was glad he was alone. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the slight crackle of audio and electricity alerted him of a witness he forgot about. There was a soft ‘What the fuck.’ In that same voice that was probably not entirely directed at him, then a more clear, “Hey kid, you okay?” Jesse remained silent, willing the tears that had collected to go away. The intercom didn't shut off, allowing him to hear the voice call for backup. It shut off just a bit later. Nearly ten minutes after he pissed himself, the door to the cell opened to reveal two men, one blond, one almost completely shaved. Both were frowning. The darker stepped forward, speaking in the same voice from overhead, “You need to shower.” When Jesse didn't move, he sighed and grabbed his upper arm and hoisted him to his feet, throwing the wet chair back a bit too. Once he was standing, he cuffed his hands together. “Sorry bout this, but you're still a criminal. And I don't doubt your ability to do damage when you want.” The blond spoke up, “You afraid of a piss soaked pipsqueak, Gabe?” “Ask the people he killed that, Jack.” A hand still on his upper arm, he lead the teenager out of the holding cell, presumably to the showers. Jesse avoided eye contact with both men, and he sure as hell didn't say anything. Once in a room very similar to a locker room, the handcuffs were removed. “Undress and shower.” He looked both men up and down, his gut twisting up. “Can't you spare me some privacy?” The one called Jack scowled, “What, so you can find a weapon and attack us while we're vulnerable.” He blinked slowly, breathing deeply. A headache was already starting to form from getting as worked up over this as he was. “What could I even use?” “Like I'm going to give you ideas.” “Well, can you just take a step back? I'm vulnerable here too.” He rolled his eyes. “Disrobe and shower. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to shower.” He added, “Even letting you shower now is giving you too much,” under his breath. Jesse frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, a wave of vague dizziness washing over him for a moment. He didn't know why, but it passed. “Please.” His voice had gone softer, and even softer than that, he spoke one last bit, “I just want to go home?” His brows furrowed in anger. “Oh you want to go home? What about everyone who you and your fucking posse are keeping here for questioning? Or all the people you robbed out of home? Or all the people you killed who can never go home and see their family ever again? But you want to go home? Well guess what, kid? You don't have anywhere to go but a max security where you're going to rot for the rest of your days in hell, where you belong.” His face crumpled at that, as did his body. His legs collapsed, allowing his wet thighs to press against his calves and his knees against his chest he crossed his arms around his abdomen and buried his red, tear streaked face in his knees, unable to even look at the men anymore. “I know!” He wailed. Gabe sighed out of disgust for both the men in the room with him. He touched his earpiece, unseen to the now sobbing teenager in front of him. “Ana, I need you in the men's locker room in hall D.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “It's self explanatory if you come here. It's about the kid you were interested in.”

Hey guys, I've not played Overwatch since the beginning of this year when my friends dropped the game and I've been thinking of jumping back in. Thing is, I prefer playing these kind of games when I have friends to play and chat over discord with. If you have Overwatch on PC and would also like to play, shoot me a message. I'm not looking for a super competitive bunch of people who are going to take winning too seriously and are way into the ranked matches, but rather some people who just want to kick back, chill and talk about common interests or what ever. Hopefully I'll hear from you guys soon. battle.net tag: Terrafora#2808

So I've been toying around with the idea of writing a fictional series on this website. With overwatch on it's way out, and all those characters to work with I thought it would be fun to do something with them. Let me know what you think, remember this is my first time really writing anything like this so be fair. If you have any ideas or requests for future characters I might write more short stories in the future. With that out of the way, welcome to the overwatch. Tracer's Little Time Problems Diary entry 2008 Hello everyone, Lena here! Today might be one of the most exciting days of my life, after all that training I've been put through they choose me for that flight experiment. As a little girl I always dreamed of becoming a member of overwatch, which in my eyes were like real life super heroes. After all these years of flight school I was offered something I could have never expected. These idols of mine actually want me to join! Wow right, I know! Well I mean to be fair I'm still going to be committing to my air training, apparently the overwatch scientist guys made this new aircraft called "the slipstream". It's gonna be kinda like that movie the fly, oh god hopefully without me turning into some sort of monster creature, haha. It's supposed to be so fast it's actually going to act as some sort of teleporter. If it works (and it better) we should be able to take that technology and maybe even warp it into something a little closer to the ground. Imagine it though, I'm going to be flying a plane where I could make it from the UK to America faster then you could say "bob's your uncle" haha. My mom's panicking like crazy, but this is overwatch. I trust these guys, I'm sure nothing will happen other then me going faster then lighting. Anyway, on the road. Cya when I break the sound barrier! <3 Diary entry 2008-2012 So I'm not sure what's going on, short version is I'm kinda stuck between realities. Whoops, I guess I am the fly. I'm stuck in this room, seeing time progress faster then I know what's going on, and while I write these few sentences it seems like days, maybe weeks are flashing by in an instant. The room seems nice, plenty of place to run around but I have kind of a problem. See I need to use the bathroom like mad, but because of the way time is moving I always feel like people are watching me. I can't go in this kind of setting, and even though it looks like most of the scientists have left Winston won't leave my side. Which I love him for don't get me wrong.... but it does create this problem. I can't tell what he sees, I don't want him seeing me... use the toilet. I'll update you loves, I'm out! Diary entry after the incident Winston is a doll, he found a way to anchor me to reality. He stood there for me, and he brought me back to the world that I have been desperately missing...... speaking of desperately when he brought me back I may have, accidentally, just completely wet myself in front of him. I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't tell if it was because of being happy or out of embarrassment. Thankfully he expected it, they have me a whole new outfit to wear and shower too. This outfit is something else I'll tell you, I love it. They got my old jacket from the air-force days but I look kinda like a colorful iron man with these skin type leggings. And more then that my favorite ape told me that I have the power to warp in and out of time at will. This isn't even a curse anymore, this is a superpower. The lab started calling me tracer, which wow I loved as a name. Winston did warn me of one little side effect from this whole ordeal, apparently my bladder has shrunk a bit after all the "time do what's it". Oh well no biggie, he says it shouldn't effect me in combat and I doubt it'll change anything. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me! Diary entry the very next day I had a dream last night where I was a member of overwatch, fought side by side with some of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen. But my dream became a nightmare, I guess I was thinking so much about the bladder part of the conversation it entered my dreams. I was fighting this guy who overpowered me, he had these like really strong arms and this big belly. Even if my time powers he catches me right, and holds me by the throat. I felt it then, out of fear all the wee I held in unloaded in my leggings. I felt it on my bum as the wee flushed through my clothes. I tried to warp back in time only to get caught again and wet myself all over again. I couldn't hold it and the man who was threatening me started to laugh at me. The rest of overwatch stopped fighting as the longest 20 seconds of my life occurred. I felt my hot pee go down through my legs and out the bottom but strangely my bum was wet too. The man attacked me and I woke up in a sweat, or at least what I hoped was sweat. In the real world I watched the cameras, I was still at the lab and there was footage of last night. I was in my pink pajama bottoms and one of my teeshirts that makes me feel so cute. In my sleep I had ripped my blanket off of the bed, into a ball that was held in my arms. It happened at 2 30 last night, starting crying. "No, please don't, no" I kept repeating, talking in my sleep. Then to my horror there it was, I started weeing in my pajamas. I kept crying, and turning in my sleep as i let myself go. You could see the dark stain from the liquid grow larger into it completely covered the underpart of my pajamas. The stain on the bed kept growing larger, as I kept crying in my sleep. "Oh god, no please no. Stop laughing, stop please". I'm usually alot stronger, hell in life I'm one of the strongest people you'll know. But that night I cried and peed like a small child. Not only that but I clearly time wrapped in my sleep, I wet the bed twice in a row. I talked to Winston, said it might be a short term side effect of the time warping, brain is going back to how I was when I was younger. Still for the next week or so.... I'd been advised to wear diapers....

Can anyone who can draw please draw omorashi for overwatch? I would myself but I really suck at drawing. It's pretty embarrassing to be honest.