CONTINUED FROM PART 1
The gunshots and explosions continued through the night, as the battled across King's Row reached its next phase. The Payload had made it all the way up towards the Omnic factory, while the Overwatch heroes had managed to succesfully do away with one of Talon's key assets. The evil organization's elite hacker was currently sizzling away inside a sloshing, mucky gut, belonging to Overwatch's very own celebrity gamer, D.Va. The young Korean had snuck off, making her way back to a previous spawn point and cozying up in the lobby of a King's Row hotel. She had plopped her soft butt down on a couch, hugging the huge lump of squirming, bouncy flesh tightly in her arms, making sure to feel every outline and bulge of Sombra that she could. It just felt so amazing to be so FULL! D.Va was the type of girl who frequently gorged herself, pigging out on snacks, junk food or just whatever she could get her hands on. Sure, it made her come off as slobbish despite her girly attitude, but she didn't mind the reputation. Still, extra servings of noodles or a few packages of chips didn't compare to the sheer bloated bliss of having your entire belly filled with a spicy, sweet latina! 
The latina herself was absolutely hating it, quivering in despair and agony as her body was sloshed around inside the moist, cramped gut. She could feel the remains of D.Va's prior meals ground up into a wet pulp around her, a gross stinking paste that she was close to drowning in, as the combination of mush and acids nearly overpowered her. Whatever clothes had remained on her body when D.Va consumed her were long gone, even the strongest nanofabrics broke apart and dissolved inside the gamer girl's stomach. Sombra's skin was going much the same way, taking on a scalded tone and beginning to seriously itch as the enzymes dug into the flesh, making the poor hacker softer and softer by every second. 
Inside of noxious digestion chamber, the air was barely breathable. Whatever oxygen Sombra could get a hold of was absolutely tainted by the stench of dissolved junk food, and whatever repugnant gasses D.Va's insides produced. Every so often the Korean girl would let out a mighty belch that sent the entire soft orb of flesh wobbling and bouncing, it drained whatever air was inside the stomach and caused it to fully clench around Sombra. For those few terrifying moments, the Talon Agent had to hold her breath not to literally drown in the sickening sludge that she was currently bathing in. Each time it happened, D.Va merrily giggled and made a few teasing comments, delighting in her victims agony. 
The minutes ticked by, D.Va was quite curious if Brigitte had managed to get her hands on Widow yet. They were supposed to meet up and enjoy a nice bit of digestion together, but it'd be a shame if she completely finished with Sombra before Brigitte even had a chance to start melting down the french assassin. As such, D.Va decided to start filling her stomach with a bit more food, giving it enough material to work with that Sombra should survive a while longer. To the hacker's utter horror, soon a torrent of soda and chips came pouring down onto her, joining the acidic soup around her. Feeling the trickle of that carbonated, tooth rotting liquid drench her felt so degrading. She could even feel bits of D.Va's chewed up food get stuck inside of her matted hair, leaving it a horrific, tangled mess. But what had Sombra to really be concerned about, it wasn't as if she was going to survive this much longer. By the time the acids reached her head, she probably wouldn't even have hair anymore. As much as the once proud girl tried to embrace the inevitability of her own demise, the steady sensory inputs D.Va was giving her in the form of lewd comments, slaps, gropes or that shower of garbage kept her wide alert, chained to the present moment. It would be a miserable while longer until the stomach would finally end Sombra once and for all...
Meanwhile across the city, Brigitte had finally managed to corner Widowmaker. It had been a long chase, and the Swedish knight actually looked pretty worn out and sweaty at the end of it. Herding Widow towards the Omnic factory had been her plan, making sure that the ceiling and tight corridors would finally put an end to that insufferable frenchwoman's constant fleeing and grappling away. When Widow finally slipped up for just a moment, Brigitte knocked her right out of the air, sending the agile assassin landing on the ground with a noisy thud. "There we go, för fan! Haha! Nice attempt, but you're not much trouble on your own." The boisterous woman teased, immediately moving to restrain Widowmaker before the Talon agent had a chance to slip away. A few smacks there, and a bit of tying here, and suddenly Widow was receiving a taste of her own medicine. She wasn't a spider trapping others up in her web anymore, she was just a tied up little captive of a gallant knight.
"B-Baiser... You reckless idiot... c-chasing me all the way, t-through everything... For what?! Just to eat me?! Is that all you can think about you savage, just about food?" Widowmaker's voice carried the same venomous tone as always, but this time tinged with a hint of disbelief and desperation. She had truly thought she could get away, leading Brigitte on such a reckless chase through firefights and chaos, yet that damn Swedish bitch managed to stay on her tail the whole way! "Sacre bleau, maybe devouring me may finally give you enough nutrients for a pair of brain cells..." That last comment didn't earn Widow any favours, as Brigitte now gripped her by the long black pony tail and began dragging her toward a secluded area of the map. Widow tried not to scream out in pain, but a few shrill noises escaped her throat as her long black mane was tarnished by those rough gloved hands.
Brigitte simply let out a deep chuckle, the sound of the evildoer's squeaks and whimpers were like song to her ears. Being able to drag out such humiliation and misery from a supposed emotionless killer really amused her. By the time the pair had found some privacy, Brigitte simply put her captive down and almost immediately went about turning her into a makeshift cushion. Widowmaker would feel the same crushing weight that Sombra endured under Brigitte's boots, but this time it wouldn't be through trampling. The tired, lustful knight simply sat her armor clad ass down right over the frenchwoman's spine, crossing one leg over another and pinning Widow down against the dirty cobblestone street. A jolt of sharp pain would go through the blue skinned woman, Brigitte even grinding her ass down a bit to really rub in how far Talon's great assassin had fallen. "What can I say, I like food, especially after a long workout~ Besides, I told you that I'd put you in your place, and here I am fulfilling that promise. Villains like you belong right down there in the dirt, and I think once I'm done with you, leaving your remains in one of these filthy alleyways would be the perfect end to you." 
Brigitte sighed as she leaned back, feeling how sore this evening of mayhem was making her, and as such she began to slip out of her armor. A few unscrewed bolts and a lot of tugging later, then her body was freed from the heavy layers of steel plating. Her telltale bulky muscles glistened with sweat as she flexed her impressive biceps, stretching after getting out of that clammy suit. A bit of steam even rose off her body in the cold evening air, the brunette almost moaning in delight as her tense body received a nice cool balm. Although her tomboyish form was mostly intact, Widowmaker could tell the Swede was really going up in weight. Gone was the streamlined chest with abs almost poking through the black tank top, now replaced with a soft layer of chub and a muffin top around Brigitte's waist. It really was a wonder that tight armor could around her, especially when Widow noticed how much the Overwatch hero's rump and hips had ballooned outwards. She even felt a bit jealous, those baggy trousers weren't even hugging Brigitte's assets particular well, but still clearly showed a bouncy, plump bottom that jiggled slightly each time the woman flexed and stretched.
No matter how much Widow squirmed beneath her captor, it was impossible to break free. Brigitte was probably twice as heavy as her, or at least felt that way. Plus, the way Brigitte easily clenched her massive thighs around Widow's body went a long way towards keeping her in place. With the assassin still restrained beneath her plump ass, the Swedish woman began to unhook her belt and unbutton her pants. Tugging her hands into the side of the trousers, she easily yanked them down far enough to expose her bare ass, it was just as well toned yet pudgy as Widow had been expecting. It even had the exact same cute freckles on it as Brigitte's face, something that was all too noticable as the french Talon agent felt that smooth skin smack right against her head. To her horror, Brigitte wasn't just stripping for her, the cocky knight was using her ass to smother and torment the woman beneath her. 
"D'ya like it down there? Plenty of your nasty friends have gone a long way towards making me soooo soft and squishy~ Haha, but I've still kept up my workout routine, tempering my body enough to stay buff! Take a look at this~" Brigitte teased and began to clench her thighs harder together, pressing Widow's head against her sweaty ass crack. All those impressive muscles meant she could effortlessly guide her victim into a crushing vice grip between a pair of well toned plump cheeks. Widowmaker could barely breathe anymore, much less scream and protest as the lewd Overwatch hero grinded against her, getting blueskinned girl wedged so far in her facial features were gracing Brigitte's asshole. "And that's not my only trick! I felt this was a fitting enough fate for you, a trip right into the most disgusting place I could imagine~" Soon enough the puckered anus was widening more and more, beginning to open up. Brigitte kept bouncing on top of her victim, hearing the wet smacking noise of sweat soaked flesh hitting Widow's face, the idea of that porcelain like face and elegant puffy lips being crushed beneath her rump made Brigitte moan in pleasure.
She had really been exerting her body today, and that armor wasn't particular well ventilated. The thin layer of greasy musk and salty sweat over her body actually helped quite a bit, it provided enough lubrication to force Widow closer and closer towards her asshole. Soon enough, she could feel the woman's well toned nose press against it, and with a few nasty slurps her ass literally started to devour the infamous Talon agent. "O-Oh my... Ooooooh... I-I haven't done this in a while! Fan... f-fan jävlar... you're bigger than most of my 'toys'! Haha... I-I bet even fitting my hammer up there would be easier... But I'm still gonna go through with this! Its exactly what you deserve... Hehe, ass-ass-in~!" She leaned back to rest even more of her weight atop of Widow, feeling an audible crunch as the assassin's night vision goggles broke under the pressure. More and more of that soft blue flesh was disappearing away, devoured by a merciless greedy ass which desperately wanted to make the curvaceous girl a part of itself. Brigitte continued to moan, fidgeting a bit as her whole body shivered with pleasure and the burning tension of stretching her muscles to their limits. Stuffing an entire woman up her own ass was a nearly unthinkable feat, but the wonderful erotic feeling provided just enough calm for her to keep up the concentration. A few well placed pushes, a bit of grinding here and there, and occasionally relying on Widow's own struggles and squirms to help reposition her was turning out great. "Imse vimse spindel, kröp upp min röv!~ G-Gosh... h-how much of you is left..." 
At this point Widow's muffled curses and groans had been replaced with barely audible screams and squeaks, the thick layer of flesh between her and the outside world almost trapped all sound within the plump ass. Whatever words might have escaped would probably be drowned out in the wet squishing and squelching that came from Brigitte's lower body. The young knight was quite thankful for Widow's own slim bodysuit, a piece of latexy fabric that barely produced any friction, leaving the wearer sleek enough to slide up a well greased butt with barely a hinge. The only annoying parts were the big bulky bits of armor and whatever gadgets or utilities happened to be strapped to Widow. However, Brigitte wasn't going to let herself be beaten just because her new dildo was a little 'ribbed'. Each protruding bit of Widowmakers outfit that slid up the wrinkled hole merely caused Brigitte to bite her lip and stifle another moan. It continued for minutes, the younger woman working her way down the head, past the shoulders, and soon her own ass was beginning to swallow up Widow's rump. 
Inside of the anus, the once proud sharpshooter was introduced to a waking nightmare of sludge, slime and indescribable muck that clung to every part of her body. All the sweat she had absorbed as it ran off Brigitte's body kept her well lubricated and made the trip through the intestines shockingly quick... it wasn't a slow process of being devoured and dominated like she had observed happen to Sombra, it was a startling quick trip right into stickyness, unbearable heat and a crushing tightness. Getting shoved into someone's body facefirst probably didn't help, especially when Widow's own head had to push through most of the colon's grime. The only relief she felt was that the thin tunnel of flesh she was pushing through had barely any air within it... unlike a big, inflated and jiggly stomach that could keep a victim alive and breathing for several minutes, Widow was already starting to feel drowsy. Her sense of smell and touch were already completely overwhelmed by the disgusting stench and texture around her, and in this dark musky hole her sight was useless. The steady rythm of Brigitte's heart, the overwhelming odour of the anus, plus all the flesh pulsating and kneading down on her would eventually lull the assassin into a fatal deep sleep... A few minutes later, the ass would immediately began to crushing and break down her body into a fleshy paste, sending whatever nutrients it could further back up into Brigitte's innards. The Swede could feel her captive's struggles die down, a few last kicks and wriggles fading away as the woman was rendered immobilized and eventually exhausted. "Aaaah... y-you put up a good fight Widow, but it just wasn't good enough. Tsk tsk, and you were supposed to be one of Talon's best... Neither you or Sombra could do much against us! Beaten, eaten, soon to be nothing but notches on the scoreboard. Mhm... hope you won't be as rough on the way out again!" The knight was a little dizzy and delirious from the sheer pleasure that overwhelmed her body. She was certainly burning with the same passion and energy as if she had gotten a killstreak, but the overwhelming warmth that spread through her body was difficult to make much use of. She simply wished to sit back... relax... and feel the big fat lump of flesh inside of her body digest. Squeezing the last of Widow's legs into her anus, the two freckled asscheeks slammed shut over the brown hole. Back up went Brigitte's underwear, followed by her pants getting hastily rebuckled. She hid the suit of armor in one of the alleyways, not even wanting to TRY to squeeze into it now. Instead, the blushing, moaning woman hurried back on quivering legs towards where she had plan to meet up with D.Va.
A while later when Brigitte opened up the door to the hotel, she could hear loud glorping noises, the bubbling of digestion, and a few excited squeaks and Korean words echo through the halls. It seemed D.Va might be a little 'busy' with her latest meal... probably partaking in the same pleasure that Brigitte was a few minutes ago. She carefully waddled her way into the lobby, leaning her head in to make sure she wouldn't interrupt the eager young girl. As she saw the couch D.Va was splayed out on, her expression turned to an amused grin. Mounted on top of D.Va's massive, round, gut was a portable gaming device, as the young girl eagerly gamed away, barely caring that the foundation her devices were laid on was squirming and shifting. There was likely no other way her stubby arms could reach around the belly and hold the console. She had to settle for resting in on top of her belly in an awkward position. Whenever a part of Sombra digested, making the already uneven, lumpy gut a bit more uneven, D.Va was usually thrown off and made some mistake in game. Naturally, she blamed these faults on Sombra, not her own abillities, and made sure to punish each one with a hefty smack to the belly. By the time Brigitte had arrived, what had once been round bulges and the vague outline of a girl poking through the nearly torn MEKA jumpsuit were almost completely gone. She could see a few undigested bones jutting out in places, but it was clear Sombra had probably been reduced to goo a some time ago. Not that the fact her victim was dead had stopped D.Va from blaming the Talon agent each time she lost a round of her computer game. Stopping herself in the midst of some Korean muttering, D.Va noticed that Brigitte had made it back, giving her teammate a friendly wave and putting away the portable console. 
"Welcome back Brigitte... hehe... looks like you got her!" The young gamer gestured eagerly to the sizable lump poking out around Brigitte's waist, barely contained by the loose trousers and light tank top. "Did she melt already? I don't see much squirming in there!" D.Va playfully asked, gazing down at her own gut and giving it a satisfied smack. Unlike the rumbling and groaning noises it had made before, this time it merely sloshed and bubbled a little, showing that clearly barely anything solid remained inside of it. Just a messy soup of nutrients and molten flesh, with a few broken and yellowed bones buried within. That wet paste was already starting to filter down into the Korean girl's intestines, where everything that had once been a spicy Latina was about to be repurposed into padding on D.Va's ass and tits, or if her body found it unusable then converted into stinking, brown loafs of shit. "Sombra didn't last too long... Hehe, I even tried to keep her alive for as long as I could, but I think the more I fed my stomach, the stronger the digestion got. The last I heard of her was a few really... 'gurgly' screams, and what sounded like choking. Hehehehe, I guess the stomach got a little overpacked!" Around the two girls were various discarded packages of snacks and empty soda bottles, and Brigitte could clearly see that both D.Va's outfit and the couch were covered in stains from the girl's second feast.
"Mhm, mine also uh... ran out of breathing room. Jeez, you really went and made this place into a pigsty while I was gone though..." Brigitte replied, shifting her weight around, both to avoid getting anything on her clothes as well as to appease her rumbling, aching gut. Sending Widow up her ass would probably lead to some nasty indigestion, as her innards now had to do the hard work of actually breaking down the victim, not just harvesting the nutrients. Thankfully, the once hard lump was already starting to get a little softer, and Brigitte could hear some satisfied crunching noises coming from her lower body as it crushed and dissolved the Talon agent. Looking over at D.Va, she actually felt a bit annoyed at the girl for bloating up so much. She had been hoping the two of them could actually join in on the last few minutes of the match, there was still a payload to push, but she felt pretty sure she would have to push D.Va's rounded form towards the objective first. "Our teammates are probably gonna get mad if we sit this entire thing out... ugh, and I guess a bit of exercise would help process the food. Hey, you've sat here and enjoyed yourself for quite a bit, why don't you get up off the couch and we can help our pals make the final push!~ Don't you want to make a nice victory pose in our group shot with that big belly?" 
D.Va let out an incredulous snicker, frowning a bit. "D'ya think I can fit into my mech like this? You can't fit into your armor, and there's no way I'm going to be able to be airborne... Hmph, we'd be going in there basically defenseless, with massive hitboxes! I guess we could try, but I'd rather try to beat my latest high score in- W-WAH!" Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, Brigitte had already begun trying to lift her off the couch. Despite being held down by her own half digested meal, the knight girl actually managed to hoist D.Va up and start to drag her out of the spawn point. Even if the gamer feebly reached for her console and tried to fight back, it seemed one way or another she was going to help finish up this match. A bit of arguing and complaining erupted between the two girls along the way, but the big, fat D.Va couldn't do much to fight back... especially not when Brigitte started threatening to literally roll her towards the objective. 
Thankfully for both girls, they made it through the last stretch without as much of a scratch. It was a stunning victory for Overwatch, with two of the Talon agents completely eliminated and two of Overwatch's own heroes upgraded with a nice pair of protein boosts. D.Va and Brigitte were on their way back towards the dropship, chuckling and joking about how terrified the enemy team had been upon seeing two plump girls with guts full of enemy agents leading the charge. "Oh MAN! Hahaha, belching up that silly hacker's singed implants was hillarious! Those stupid idiots could barely believe it... Haha, I thought one of 'em was gonna pass out from that hot gust of air hitting her right in the face." Brigitte joked, in one of her hands she was holding the half molten remains of what had once been Sombra's spinal cord implant, a nice little trophy she couldn't wait to display back home. As the girls approached their ride back to HQ, an uncomfortable feeling hit both of their stomachs, almost simultaneously... Sombra and Widow seemed to be finished digesting, and were ready to see the light of day again. Brigitte tugged a little on D.Va's shoulder, leading her towards yet another of King's Rows back alleys, one with a few garbage dumpsters in it. "There's no way the toilets on the dropship can handle the Talon gals, lets spare Overwatch the trouble of having to literally clean up after us..." She unbuckled her pants, beginning to pull them off... then gestured for D.Va to do the same.
The young gamer girl was a bit nervous, this was pretty intimate business, and Brigitte was just ready to do it right in front of her? Still, she absolutely couldn't hold Sombra's remains in any longer. All that fighting at the last stretch of the fight had really sped up the process, leaving the Talon agent ready to get dumped out any moment now. "Um... Haha... Fine~ This will be our little secret together! Can't tell Tracer we're stinking up her home town~" She zipped down her pink and blue suit, her plump Sombra filled ass springing out. Soon enough a large coil of scat was sliding out of it, enormous logs of what had once been girl flesh with nice brown skin were now a much more repugnant shade of the same colour. D.Va cringed as she felt how hard it was to push out both Sombra, and the enormous amount of junkfood she had consumed immediately afterwards...
Brigitte also had a bit of trouble, just as she had expected. Widow dropped out in a form much closer to how she had entered, almost as if she had maintained the basic shape of a human being despite having turned to shit. Of course, the moment that vaguely Widowmaker-like log of shit hit the insides of the dumpster, it splattered into an awful mess that distorted the girl's shape. As Brigitte kept crapping out the remains, it was eventually just a massive heap of brown, with the only hint that it had once been the body of an elite assassin being the pair of broken night-vision goggles that splattered out at the tip of the pile. 
D.Va and Brigitte both shared a laugh as they finished up. Brigitte swiftly ripped a pair of windowcurtains off the side of a building, passing one to D.Va as the two girls wiped themselves and left the festering piles of shit and bone behind. In time, they'd return to their fellow Overwatch members with big pot bellies and enriched 'assets', plus a few fun bawdy stories to tell. Sombra and Widowmaker on the other hand would remain as useless piles of filth, dirtying up an already garbage filled alleyway, until someone could bother to clean them up and send their remains down into the sewer. Eventually all that would be left behind would be yellowed bones at the bottom of London's cesspools, and wonderful erotic memories firmly ingrained in D.Va and Brigitte's memories.