DsGSilver 782 Posted November 24, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted November 24, 2018 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...” LumiereS2, TheIrreverend, Bismiris and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted November 24, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 24, 2018 I'm loving this so far DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
Garrus 181 Posted November 26, 2018 Share Posted November 26, 2018 The world could always use more heroes...to write and draw Overwatch omorashi. This was a fun story as always, and I'll be looking forward to the next part. Livinginfinite's always excellent art makes a great addition as well. DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
LivingInfinite 712 Posted November 30, 2018 Share Posted November 30, 2018 I'm LivingInfinite and I approve this story umbilicalnoose, pp123 and DsGSilver 3 Quote Link to comment
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Poowrite 50 Posted December 2, 2018 Share Posted December 2, 2018 This was quite good! Don't know if you plan on doing more, but I'd be interested in reading it if you are :3. DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
DsGSilver 782 Posted December 2, 2018 Author Share Posted December 2, 2018 2 hours ago, Poowrite said: This was quite good! Don't know if you plan on doing more, but I'd be interested in reading it if you are :3. Thanks! There is definitely going to be a part 2 (featuring several more Overwatch girls, as well), it was just really long so I wanted to post this while I finish up the rest. Quote Link to comment
DsGSilver 782 Posted April 17, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 17, 2019 (edited) And here we go! Only several months later, but clocking in at a whopping six-and-a-half-thousand words, is part 2. To be perfectly honest, this one didn't focus on Ashe as much as I initially planned for it to, so I might write more of her later. Also, can you tell that I like Moira? Anyways, I hope you enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brigitte’s armor was very high-quality. It was powerful, durable; it afforded much more protection than most military-grade armor. It was custom-made for her, by her. It made her a menace to her enemies and a galvanizing saviour to her friends. Nothing’s perfect, though. The one feature her armor lacked, much to her dismay, was a bathroom. Frankly, she would have settled for a diaper. Even just some more absorbent lining. Many times, in many battles, she’d found herself frightened or simply startled deeply enough that her bladder gave way, soaking her panties and the insides of her metal greaves. More than once, the intensity of whatever predicament she found herself in was immense enough that she soiled herself, as well. That was much more embarrassing. The worst, though, was when she relieved herself in her armor simply because, well, because she couldn’t very well just ask the bad guys to stop being bad guys for a few minutes while she wandered off to take a leak. Wetting your pants because a sniper almost takes your head off is perfectly reasonable. Forgetting to visit the ladies’ room before a protracted battle, and having to just piss down your legs because you couldn’t hold it anymore, now that was heartbreaking. However, in this hastily-constructed tier list of humiliation, Brigitte was one-hundred percent certain her current situation would take the cake. Here she was, walking alongside the one-and-only Angela Ziegler, the Mercy, a longtime hero of hers and an icon of everything Overwatch stood for. Here she was, touring Winston’s old lab in the long-abandoned Watchpoint at Gibraltar, being more-or-less inducted into the reemerging Overwatch. Here she was, in her powerful and resplendent armor. Her armor with no bathroom, and no diaper, and no absorbency. And wow, did she have to pee. It was honestly all she could do to not cross her legs and jam her hands between them. “And in here,” Mercy spoke, momentarily taking Brigitte’s attention away from her bladder, “is where Winston and the others made many of our weapons, armor, and other tools.” A wistful expression played across her face, “Hopefully, this is where he’ll be able to do it again.” Even on the verge of piddling herself, the young engineer completely forgot her troubles as she looked in awe at the dozens of experimental devices littering the room. Chalkboards covered in complex mathematical equations lined walls. Brigitte could’ve happily spent the rest of her life in here, just tinkering with all that old stuff. “Woah-ho!” Was all she could say for a moment, before her brain calmed down enough to speak again, “Winston was a busy guy, huh?” “From what I hear, he still is,” Mercy said, with no small amount of respect in her voice, “He never wanted Overwatch to end, and I’m pretty sure he just kept on going as if it hadn’t.” Brigitte knew that she really shouldn’t be just picking up and shaking random devices in a weapons lab of all places, but she couldn’t resist. “Just- just look at all this stuff!” She exclaimed, as she picked up a strange spherical device about the size of a baseball. “If we can get me, my dad, and Winston in here, we could… ” She struggled to imagine just how productive it would be, “Well, we could make anything.” Lost in her excitement, she loosened her hold on her bladder for only a second, but even so, she peed a little. Her orange panties dampened, and the heat between Brigitte’s legs signalled one thing: abandon all hope. Her armor took several minutes to remove, and if she was already leaking, there was no possible way she was going to make it. Her face turned red, her cheeks burned, and she could feel more than a couple of tears threatening to well in her eyes. She was going to wet herself, and in front of Mercy, no less. “Er, Brigitte?” Mercy intoned, apparently having noticed something was amiss, “Are you all right?” She set the old contraption down, trying desperately to think of a way out of the shame she was in for. The most she could hope for was that the hissing sound and the stain wouldn’t be noticeable from within her armor. “Er, nothing! Why?” She answered, wearing what must’ve been the fakest smile ever. “I’ve been a doctor for a long time, Brigitte, I can tell when something’s wrong.” Brigitte chuckled lightly, trying to downplay the severity of her emergency, “Did Winston happen to have, say, I dunno, a bathroom?” Even as she was speaking, Brigitte was dribbling, losing drop after drop into her underwear. Mercy looked relieved that that was all it was, “Oh, of course!” she gestured down an unassuming hallway, “Right down there.” Her heart skipped a beat with the promise of potential relief. A strong jet of urine escaped her, wetting her panties even further. A small trail of pee began soaking into the lining of her left thigh. Of course, she knew in the back of her mind that it wouldn’t be real relief; she was essentially just finding a more isolated room to finish pissing her pants. Even if sh made it, her underwear was already drenched. She just didn’t want Mercy to know. “Awesome!!” Brigitte almost shouted as she hurried as fast as her aching bladder would allow her to go. She approached the door leading to her salvation, and tapped a button on a little keypad next to it, and waited for it to slide open. Only, it didn’t. Locked. That was all the keypad said. She was about to try and input a random code or two and hope for a miracle, but her hand froze halfway to the panel. Hisssssssssssss… Her already wet panties were flooded with her pee, the orange fabric darkening immediately. The lining of her armor tended to saturate slower than regular pants (a fact she hated that she knew), and this meant she felt the tide of hot wetness slowly creeping down her thighs, as if it was a pants-wetting in slow motion. It crept past her knees, and spilled into her boots. Her stream began to die down, but there was no way Mercy hadn’t noticed what happened. She choked back her tears, and turned back to face one of her heroes. Mercy, compassionate as ever, had evidently been pretending not to look or understand what had happened, but Brigitte was making no effort to hide it at that point. After an awkward few seconds of silence, Mercy looked at her with a guilty expression, “Brigitte, I’m so sorry! I forgot that most of these doors are still locked! I didn’t mean to-” “I-it’s okay, it’s okay!” Brigitte held up her hands to stop her, “I, uh, kinda maybe had to go for a while now, anyway… ” “You could have just said so,” Mercy replied in a tone like a mother scolding her child; which was appropriate, because boy did she feel like a child. “I know, it just… Woulda been a little… ” “Embarrassing?” “Looking back, it really would have been less embarrassing than… this, but yeah.” Another short silence followed, “Hey, could you not, y’know, tell anybody?” “My lips are sealed!” Mercy smiled reassuringly. “Besides, you’re hardly the first person I’ve seen have an accident.” “Pardon?” Mercy proudly put her hand on her chest, “I’m a battle medic, Brigitte. My job was to rescue injured people from terrifying battlegrounds. I swear I’ve seen more wet pants than dry!” “Yeah, I guess you probably would have, huh?” Brigitte smirked a little. “And it’s not as if… I, myself… don’t have any, er, experience with such things.” “You’re joking,” Brigitte replied, wide-eyed. “Completely serious. When Lena and I first joined Overwatch, we actually had to wear ‘protective garments’ because we had so many accidents,” the medic blushed, recounting this. “Tracer had to wear diapers?” She asked, incredulous. “That woman couldn’t keep her underwear clean for a single mission.” Brigitte actually was starting to feel better, “Least I’m not alone, huh?” “Far from it. Now, I think some old clothes and suits should be around here, somewhere. Let’s see if we can find you something to change into.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Siiiiiiiiip… Hana Song loudly finished off the last of her Nano Cola, and tossed the can off the high ledge she was sitting on. It smacked the ground with loud, tinny sound. Hana was sure that Mercy wouldn’t be happy that she was littering in one of Overwatch’s old bases, but she didn’t really care. She was bored. Very bored. Hana had already seen most of Gibraltar, and was no stranger to Overwatch or its equipment, so the welcoming tour was pretty much entirely for Brigitte. Which left her here with nothing to do. Mercy and Winston had been pretty explicit about not streaming while at the Watchpoint, to keep “the wrong people” from finding out what they were up to, so that was out. For at least a couple hours, she’d just been burning through the “emergency rations” she kept stowed away in her mech. These rations, naturally, were just various flavors of sodas and potato chips. She reached for another can, but stopped when she felt her bladder protest. She’d poked around a little when they all got there, and discovered most of the facility was still locked up tight. This included all the bathrooms. However, D.va did have a certain ace-in-the-hole when it came to her bathroom needs. Early on in her career, Hana learned just how important it was to be diapered pretty much any time she was streaming or on duty. It meant she could stream for long hours without having to take bathroom breaks (at least, not any that the viewers could see); and it meant that, should she have an accident while in combat, it would be hidden, and not be broadcast to the entire world. As often as she tended to fill her pants in combat, the diapers had become an essential part of wardrobe. While it might’ve just been a side-effect of how frequently she used them, she’d also come to enjoy wearing diapers, as well. They were comfortable, and provided a feeling of security. And of course, the inner pervert in Hana enjoyed the act of using them, too. Knowing that she was urinating, or even messing in her clothes while the hundreds of thousands of viewers were none the wiser… Once she’d gotten used to wearing them, it wound up turning her on quite a bit. She considered just letting go then, and wetting her diaper while she waited, but ultimately decided against it. As much as she needed to go, and as much as she would enjoy wetting herself, she needed to actually stay focused. They had gathered at the Watchpoint to talk about some important matters, and she would barely be able to listen if all she could think about was her wet diaper. She decided to just wait until they got the bathrooms unlocked. I’ll make it up to myself later… She thought, already planning future releases. Maybe I’ll stream a horror game, see if it can scare it out of me. Hana stood up and stretched, squinting as the light of the setting sun nearly blinded her. But she noticed something in the corner of her eye: something glinting, reflecting the light back. Something that hadn’t been there just a little while ago. Forgetting her lewd plans, her hand darted to her pistol as she attempted to discern the source of the reflection. She was able to see a humanoid shape clutching a long rifle. She suddenly felt quite vulnerable as she scrambled to climb back inside of her mech. A bullet raced by her, and pinged off the bright pink armor of the robotic suit. She jumped inside, expertly tapped a few keys, and the machine came to life. A couple more bullets impacted the mech, but were largely harmless. She prepared to activate thrusters and slam into the attacker when she came under fire from a different direction. And then another, and another. She activated her mech’s defense matrix to absorb some of the damage, and whirled around to face her attackers. She spotted four people in total. Nothing she couldn’t handle. Evidently, though, it was more than her bladder could handle. She wasn’t even sure when she’d started peeing, but as she was analyzing the situation, she was still going full force. She figured her bladder probably started emptying when she dodged the bullet out of her mech. Even in the middle of combat, as she activated the machine’s thrusters to go on the offensive, she found herself blushing and feeling stimulated by her accident. The space between her legs was warm, and the diaper was swelling. Ramming into one of the attackers, he was sent flying backwards, into a wall. He slumped over, out cold. Jumping back out into the open, D.va unleashed a salvo of small missiles on another, who managed to put enough distance between themself and the blast that it only threw them to the ground, and knocked them out. For the other two, D.va used the suit’s twin auto-shotguns to compel them to seek cover, and stay behind it. She was advancing in the direction of the two remaining assailants, when a hulking figure, the size of the mech, hurled itself at her from the roof a small building. It practically body-slammed her, completely ruining the groove she had going. She lost her grip on the controls, and accidentally hit several of the buttons lining the cockpit. She growled angrily as she pressed the auto-shotguns into the giant omnic’s midsection, and opened fire. “Nice try,” Hana said smugly, expecting the titanic omnic to go down any second. But he didn’t. Compartments on his wrist opened, revealing some impressively-sized gun barrels. He opened fire, and the bullets tore into D.va’s mech. She jumped back, activated her defense matrix to shield herself, and launched another salvo of missiles, all of them directed at the omnic. “Try this on for size!” She taunted as the thing was shrouded in fire and smoke. She went pale when the smoke cleared, only to reveal that the omnic was still alive. Riddled with holes and burned up, but he didn’t seem to notice, or care. The guns along his arm emerged once again, and Hana prepared to retaliate when she noticed a little display on the mech’s largely holographic dashboard: a livestream. Her livestream. “Wait, am I streaming right now?!” She shouted. She must’ve accidentally hit the buttons to record when the omnic slammed into her. That wasn’t good. She’d gotten so distracted, she failed to formulate an answer for the Omnic’s guns. The heavy rounds tore the canopy apart. The protective glass on the front of her mech cracked, and prepared to shatter. All systems were failing, and she had no choice but to eject. The suit slumped forward, and launched her out the back. As quick as she could, she drew her pistol, and opened fire as she made for cover. Oddly enough, though, the omnic stopped firing. A woman, dressed in black leather and a wide-brimmed hat, stepped out of the shadow of a taller building. D.va moved to shoot at her, but the woman was far faster. She raised her rifle, and with a single shot, blasted the pistol right out of Hana’s grip. She clutched her hand in pain, and looked up to see the woman approaching her, the giant omnic following close behind her. A number of other people, dressed in similar outfits to the woman, surrounded them once again. “Give ya credit, kid,” The woman began, “Most people woulda pissed themselves by now.” D.va did not rush to correct her about that. Before she could finish closing the gap between them, D.va rushed behind a nearby wall for some cover. She looked around for something she could use to gain the upper hand, when an object flew through the air, and landed right next to her hiding place. A bomb. If she had any pee left in her body, she lost it then. She turned the corner again, once again coming face-to-face with the strange attackers. The bomb detonated behind her, throwing her forward. She landed only a short distance ahead of the bandit woman. “Well, look at that. Maybe I gave ya too much credit,” She said, smirking. D.va didn’t know what she was referring to until she noticed the breeze on her back. In a panic, she craned her neck to look at her backside. The bomb’s explosion had shredded her suit, exposing her back, and, more horrifyingly, her yellowed diaper. She looked around, and saw the bandits closing in, and- Please, no. Her downed mech, facing them. The light indicating an active camera still on. What was happening to her, and whatever was about to happen to her, the world could see. This was absolutely the worst that this could possibly go. Seemingly out of nowhere, a tall, orange-haired woman stepped up to the bandit leader’s side. “Well done, Ashe,” She said in an Irish accent, “go ahead and finish up here. Meet me inside when you’re done, and I’ll get you your information.” As swiftly as she appeared, she vanished into thin air. The woman, Ashe, looked around, appearing to confirm that the Irish woman was gone, “All right, little punk, listen up,” The woman began, “We’re the Deadlock Gang, and you’re about to help us settle an old score.” “Why should I help you do anything?” Hana’s voice was still confident, despite her predicament. She knew that she was not going to be very intimidating; not when she was on her knees, her wet diaper exposed, and without any form of weapon; but she knew something that could be very intimidating. Before she could bring anything else up, Ashe glared at her angrily and said, “Because we toasted your little toy robot over there, and we can drop you in the junkheap with it,” Ashe put on a cold smile, “But, if you were to help us out a little, then I don’t see any reason that this has gotta end as violently as it started.” “Do you know where you are?” Hana gestured to the old but still impressive structures around them, “This is an old Overwatch base. Where they designed all of their insane weapons.” “I could tell, bu-” “And it’s where the members of Overwatch have been meeting up. Like they are, right now,” She knew she wasn’t supposed to say something like that, especially not when her mech was recording it, but that cat was already out of the bag, and she needed a good bluff immediately, “That’s a fight you aren’t gonna win!” Ashe furrowed her brow in frustration, seeming to consider D.va’s words. In silence, she drew a sawed-off shotgun and aimed it at Hana, who gave out a short scream in shock before ducking. Her ears were ringing, and she hesitantly opened one eye to confirm that she wasn’t dead. It seemed that Ashe had intentionally missed the shot. D.va felt a sensation on her butt, and did not need any confirmation of what it was: she’d soiled herself in fear. Her mess initially flattened out against the resistance of the diaper, before she pushed more out and caused it to bulge out, and begin to droop. She knew that her diapers were not subtle when they needed changing, and anyone near hear would undoubtedly be able to see a large, brown bulge rapidly growing on her backside. … As would anyone watching her stream, she remembered, wanting to die. “I don’t much appreciate being told what I can and can’t do, kid,” She levelled the shotgun at Hana’s face, directly in front of her nose, “I also never miss twice. We clear?” “Crystal,” Hana answered with animosity. “Perfect. See, an old acquaintance of ours needs to learn some hard lessons, and I was informed that you Overwatch goons know where he’s headed.” “Who are you looking for?” “Jesse McCree,” Ashe said his name with pure contempt. “McCree? The cowboy?” “The cowboy.” D.va had absolutely no clue where to find McCree, but she was sure she could come up with some sort of bluff. But first, she had another idea, “Yeah, I know where he is, but unless you want every bounty hunter in the world to get to him first, I need you do something.” Ashe inhaled slowly, clearly losing patience, “And what might that be?” “Do you see that camera on my mech?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had barely begun the search for some spare pants for Brigitte when they started hearing gunfire and explosions on the other side of the base. She dropped what she was doing, and prepared her Caduceus staff, and disabled the safety on her pistol. Mercy had been in thousands of conflicts, and was well-versed in preparing for them, but they still unnerved her. Brigitte had almost none of that experience, though, and it showed. The young tomboy had already fetched her shield and flail, and was frantically looking around the room. The squire had a lot of talent, to be sure, but it was clear how nervous she was. Mercy decided to try and calm her down a little, “Brigitte, relax.” “What do you mean, ‘relax’? We’re under attack!” She frantically gestured out a nearby window. “Don’t worry, this is a defensible base, and Winston will return with more members before long.” “Okay… ” Brigitte said the word in the midst of a long exhale, “But what about Hana? Wasn’t she out there, somewhere?” “Yes, we need to go find her and help her. It sounds like whoever’s attacking this place is already engaged with her,” Mercy spoke with an authoritative confidence born from many years doing exactly this sort of thing. “Right!” Brigitte’s confidence was resurging, and she quickly flicked her energy shield on and off, ensuring it was ready for the battle to come, “Make you sure you stay close to me, Dr. Ziegler.” Mercy chuckled lightly, wondering how many times she’d heard the same thing from Reinhardt, and now how many times she was going to hear it from his apprentice. “Understood.” Just as Mercy directed her staff at Brigitte to support the young fighter, a voice called out from inside the room, one that Mercy hoped she didn’t recognize, “Going somewhere, Angela?” “Who’s there?! Show yourself!” Brigitte commanded, ready for a fight. In answer, the shard sound of footsteps echoed from a balcony above them. Mercy gasped quietly when she saw that it was, indeed, Moira O’Deorain. Once her counterpart in the espionage centered branch of Overwatch, and now one of the leaders of Talon. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Mercy could already feel sweat forming on her forehead; Moira was not an easy opponent, even with two of them. “Why are you here? Where’s Hana?” “That lady with the robot? Don’t worry, my associates have already taken care of her,” Moira smirked diabolically. “You monster!” Brigitte shouted, “I’ll make you pay for that!” Brigitte dropped into a fighting stance, preparing to charge up the stairs. “As for why I’m here, well… ” Moira kept on smirking as she held up her hand, an ominous purple ball levitating just inches above it, “I think you know why.” With a flick of her wrist, the deadly orb was now flying towards them. “Brigitte, get away from it!” In preparation, Mercy began pouring healing energy from her staff into Brigitte as they both back away. Streams of energy surged from the orb, destroying whatever they passed by in the lab. The streams struck out against Brigitte’s energy shield, but were harmless. One stream, however, arced around the shield, and struck Brigitte in the shoulder. Almost instantly, her powerful armor’s shoulderpad disintegrated into dust, and the stream tore into her actual flesh. She yelled in sudden pain and surprise. But just as the wounds appeared, they vanished as the energy from Mercy’s Caduceus staff worked its magic. The orb then moved out of range of the two, and began bouncing erratically throughout the lab, wreaking pure havoc on Winston’s hard work. Unsurprisingly, Brigitte looked worriedly at her shoulder, trying to appraise injuries that weren’t there. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you!” Mercy assured her, “Just focus on Moira!” “Right!” Mercy was doing her best to remain calm and collected in order to keep Brigitte from panicking, but in reality, Mercy had peed a little when the nanite orb flew at them. Her white panties were now damp and warm between her thighs. Still, though, she was at least happy to not be in Brigitte’s shoes; or rather, her pants, since they failed to get her cleaned up before Moira’s appearance. The poor thing was going to have to go through the entire fight with piss-drenched legs. Well, she’s far from the first one to do so, Mercy thought, recalling how many battles she’d seen to the end despite how soaking wet and disgustingly full her pants were. Moira pressed her attack, a stream of the aggressive nanites poured from her hand and splashed against Brigitte’s shield. After a few seconds, the energy began to wane, signalling that the shield would soon fall. Seizing this opportunity, Moira moved quickly to the side, and shot another nanite orb, this one set to land directly between the two. Learning from last time, both of the women moved away from- but consequently, also away from each other. Brigitte ran forward while Mercy jumped backward. Mercy could immediately tell from Moira’s smirk that this was exactly according to her plan. With a quick movement of her hand, the nanite stream slashed apart the tethers holding up one of Winston’s larger experiments. It came tumbling down, right on top of Brigitte. She grunted in pain as the large contraption forced her to the ground. She tried to rise again, but found herself pinned. Before Mercy could try and help her, Moira had descended the stairs and was running towards her. She knew what to do, and how to react, but even with these assurances, the threat of imminent death compelled her bladder to finish emptying. She reach for her pistol, preparing to defend herself as her own hot urine flooded her tight orange pants. The wetness completely saturated her groin, and quickly flowed down her thighs. The long, tabard-like orange cloth that hung in front of her legs was not spared from the release; a large, circular stain formed near the top of it before it began to flow downwards. Even in the midst of mortal combat, it seemed Moira couldn’t help but be smug when she noticed the spreading wetness and growing pool beneath her, as she laughed arrogantly. Only a couple of seconds before Moira was close enough to kill her, Mercy produced her pistol, and fired repeatedly. In a haze of black smoke, Moira vanished. She reappeared a moment later, continuing to advance. Mercy had bought herself just enough time to activate her suit’s most powerful feature. Her armor’s angelic wings blazed to life, and Mercy lifted high into the air, narrowly avoiding the grasp of Moira’s nanite stream. She continued to fire on the renegade scientist, but the pistol’s weak rounds mostly seemed to do little damage to her armor. Mercy found herself feeling that the scene would be much more heroic if her urine wasn’t still dripping from her legs as she hovered in the air. Once again, Moira vanished from sight. Quickly and frantically, Mercy scanned the room, looking for her adversary’s reentry. All too late, she turned and saw the nanite orb closing in on her. She yelled in shock, and then turned around to try and fly away from it. She barely moved more than a foot or two before the orb struck her in the back with a stream of the devouring nanites. Like her armor was ice in a furnace, the wings melted away, and she fell to the ground. She began to pick herself up, but could not rise any higher than having her hands and knees on the ground, and even that was strenuous. Looking up, she saw Moira approaching her, preparing to deal the finishing blow. Unlike before, where she knew what to do, where she had a plan, now she had none. She could hardly blame her body when her bowels voided themselves. With a soft crackle, her white panties and orange pants tented sharply, not offering much resistance to her mess. More mess followed, and her orange pants bulged out considerably. Even despite the large cloth that hung behind her, covering her backside, the lumpy mound could be seen. “You never could keep your uniform clean, Angela,” Moira taunted, “Didn’t they stick you and that other woman in diapers for most of your career?” “Oh well,” Moira mused, holding out her right hand, in which swirled a cloud of the deadly nanites, “There are worse ways to die-” The final syllable came out as a startled, choking sound as Moira turned her head in alarm mere instants before Brigitte’s rocket flail soared through the air, and smashed into her stomach. The mad scientist slid far back, the cloud in her hand dispersing. A pulse of powerful healing energy surged into Mercy suddenly, and she was back on her feet in seconds. Brigitte had freed herself from the debris pinning her, and now the tides had turned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Moira knelt with one knee on the ground, both hands clutching her stomach very tightly. She coughed, and choked down a little air, since most of the wind had just been knocked clean out of her. The wind wasn’t alone, though, since Moira could feel that the contents of her bowels had also been forced out. Slowly but surely, mess was sliding out of her, and filling up her panties. It was very soft, and it condensed into a shape like a semi-flattened ball, somewhat covering her rear while still distending her pants. In the time it took her to stand back up, Moira could see that Brigitte and Mercy had both already regained their footing, and were preparing to push the attack. Where is Ashe?! Moira internally demanded, When I find her, I swear I’ll make a guinea pig out of every last one of those Deadlock reprobates. Moira flexed her fingers, smiling in delight as the clouds of nanites reformed. She took a menacing step forward, ignoring the squishing sensation in her pants. She raised her hand to unleash an attack, Brigitte raised her flail to retaliate, but both of them stopped mid-swing when the nearby wall exploded fantastically. In the same heartbeat that the truck-sized hole appeared in the wall, a truck-sized omnic stormed into the room, brandishing a series of heavy machine guns along his arm. Moira had managed to hide her surprise at the sudden entrance, but her opponent certainly hadn’t. As the colossal robot erupted into the room, Brigitte lost control of her bowels very audibly. A burst of flatulence was audible, even over the clamor. The sound grew wetter and was accompanied by loud crackling. Moira guessed that the little tomboy had probably just completely ruined her panties. Moira smirked when she saw Brigitte’s cheeks turn a burning red as she slowly fidgeted in her armor, clearly trying to take stock of just how badly she’d soiled herself. “Took you long enough,” Moira intoned, “Now, deal with the armored runt, leave the other one to-” “Hey punk!” Ashe shouted, entering through the new doorway created by Bob, “Our deal just changed!” “What are you on about?” Moira angrily swirled the cloud in her hand. “I got what I came here for! And now… ” She pulled her rifle from its holster, “I reckon it’s time for a little payback.” Simultaneously, Ashe and Bob levelled their weapons at the scientist, and opened fire. At what must have been the last possible moment, Moira blinked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke. The position where she’d stood only seconds prior was obliterated by the gunfire. She supposed this is what she got for trusting the Deadlock Gang of all things. Moira pushed herself as far as she could before she had to reappear, mercifully away from the site of the battle. She pressed her back up against a metal wall, listening for the sound of footsteps. While she did not hear anyone following her, she did hear a harsh hissing. She grimaced, and looked down. Sure enough, a wetness was blossoming on her black pants, and quickly racing her thighs. Moira always chided Sombra, Widowmaker, Mercy, and many others for their inability to keep their panties free of their own urine and waste, but she wasn’t exactly setting an example. In fact, while most others weren’t privy to such knowledge, Moira had a tendency to get so engrossed in her scientific work that she simply relieved herself in her clothes. At any rate, it was good she always wore black; the stain was nearly impossible to see if you didn’t already know it was there. And now, she had to leave. With the Deadlock crawling all over this place, it wasn’t safe. She made her way to their escape craft, vowing to finish this job another day. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Once the smoke and sparks had settled, Ashe was upset to not see what was left of Moira still there. What was still there, though, were two women who looked like they’d just had a fun time with the Irish woman. She could see that at least one of them had pissed herself pretty thoroughly, since her pants and the cloth in front of them were soaked. She was hardly in a position to judge, though; considering how long the trip to the base had been, Ashe had been steadily peeing her diaper little-by-little for hours. “Uhh, thanks?” The woman in orange armor said, clearly confused, “So uh, who are you?” “Name’s Ashe,” She said in a very disinterested tone. “Were you the ‘associate’ she was referring to?” Mercy inquired, with a judging look. “Probably. Why?” “What did you do to our friend?!” The armored squire almost shouted. “Who, the lady with the robot? Don’t worry ‘bout her.” “Is she hurt?” “Her pride, mostly,” Ashe chuckled, “We roughed her up a little, but that’s about it.” “I really don’t like when people ‘rough up’ my friends,” The armored woman said in a low voice, activating an energy shield on her arm. “I was just gonna leave, but we can do this the hard way, if you want,” Ashe cocked her rifle and smirked. “Oh please,” Came a deep, gravelly voice from behind her. She whirled around, and beheld a massive gorilla in white armor standing behind her, a large, menacing-looking gun in his hand. “You bad guys always want to do it the hard way,” With the press of a button, the gorilla’s weapon surged to life, large electrical arcs jumping between the two halves of it. Ashe felt the front of her diaper warming as her bladder well and truly emptied in fear. Ashe said the only thing she knew to say in a situation like this: “Bob! Do something!” At her command, Bob lunged forward, intending to crush the gorilla in melee combat. It wasn’t meant to be, however, as bolts of lightning jumped from the gun and arced into Bob. Electricity was dangerous to anything, but doubly so for omnics. With some twitching and sparking, Bob collapsed, attempting to regain control of himself. In a panic, Ashe began firing her rifle from the hip as fast as she could. The gorilla covered his face with his massive, armored arm, and turned the weapon on her. She was about to ask him nicely not to, but she was too slow. Who-knows-how-many volts of electricity stormed through her body, nearly knocking her unconscious then and there. She peed, hard, into her diaper. The wetness saturated her protective underwear so thoroughly that it began to spill through the cuffs. After a short few seconds, an onlooker would never have been able to tell she was wearing a diaper at all; giant wet stains had spread down her thighs. The urine had favored her right leg, and covered it much more thoroughly. She soiled herself at the same time. An enormous, wet mass filled the back of her diaper, puffing it, and her pants, out dramatically. If it weren’t for her diaper, it most certainly would’ve stained right through her pants. Just as she was preparing to give in to unconsciousness, Bob rose once again. The gorilla turned to zap him once again, but his infernal gun seemed to be out of juice. Seizing the opportunity, Bob scooped Ashe up, and charged away to safety. Ashe cringed, feeling the mush in her pants rearrange itself with every one of Bob’s huge steps. They had what they came for, and now they just needed to get out of there. Ashe felt sorry for Bob, considering that changing her and cleaning her up was going to be no small task. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- “Oh man,” Brigitte exhaled, “Are we glad to see you, Winston.” She really did think it was over when that giant omnic showed up. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d crapped her pants so hard. Wet mush filled her panties, and she knew she felt some of it sliding down the back of her legs. She was sure that her orange panties were not orange anymore. More embarrassingly, it had been loud, and there was no way Mercy hadn’t heard it. Oh well, She thought, It’s not as if she didn’t watch me totally pee myself, earlier. And besides, it looks like she could use a shower, too, Brigitte felt somewhat comforted as she appraised the wetness adorning the front of Mercy’s outfit, and the lumpy bulge in the back. “Looks like I got here just in time. Are you two all right?” “We’re just fine, thanks to Brigitte,” Mercy’s praise made her heart skip a beat. “Oh come on, I didn’t-” “Guys! Emergency!” Hana Song’s frantic voice interrupted her. She sprinted into the room, her jumpsuit pretty well shredded. Brigitte couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable shape of a diaper around the pilot's hips, exposed by her ruined outfit. She also couldn’t help but notice the brown stain in the back of it. “Wha-? What is it? More attackers?!” Winston guessed, reactivated his weapon. “No, but you know how you told me not to stream anything from this place? Well, the camera and broadcast maybe got turned on during the fight, and may have sent this location and what we’re doing all over the world, so we might need to-” “Actually… ” Mercy interrupted the frantic woman's rant. “You see, Hana… ” Winston picked up, “We uh, worried that you might not be able to resist. So we actually had a jammer in place.” “You… You mean that… everything that was recorded didn’t go out?” She put a lot of emphasis on the word “everything.” “Nope. The signal wouldn’t have gone any further than the Watchpoint.” Brigitte didn’t know if she’d ever seen someone look so relieved in all her life. Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver (see edit history) mgcwnd_pp, Yellow Star, Poowrite and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 17, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 17, 2019 That was fantastic I loved that DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
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Poowrite 50 Posted April 20, 2019 Share Posted April 20, 2019 I loved it! I really enjoy your stories, reading these Overwatch ones actually make me want to try the game itself out ^.^ DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
treeisfree1 1 Posted October 11, 2020 Share Posted October 11, 2020 Good job DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
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