DsGSilver 782 Posted June 16, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted June 16, 2017 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. arubaro112, blooper, Sashabear and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted June 16, 2017 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 16, 2017 (edited) Lol poor tracer she needs to get some revenge on her friends but that was a awesome story Edited June 16, 2017 by Bellatrix1 (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
blooper 611 Posted June 16, 2017 Share Posted June 16, 2017 (edited) Great work as usual. Still know nothing about overwatch so comment beyond that. Actually, I should add it's vaguely disappointing all of Widow's accidents are intentional or unconscious. Edited June 16, 2017 by blooper (see edit history) DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
Rukako 210 Posted July 15, 2017 Share Posted July 15, 2017 Another awesome story. I love all your overwatch fics and they have given me a few new head cannons xD. DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
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