It was a standard mission, stop the Talon operatives from escorting the payload in Route 66, Pharah thought, pushing against the stomach around her. It grumbled in response, tightening around her naked form. Stomach acids dripping in-between the valley of her D-cup breasts. The juices tingled for now, but she knew that eventually the feeling would be much worse.


    
The Helix

[TheN7Slayer]

"Come on Snowball, we're going to be late to lunch! You know that Reinhardt and Zarya will eat all of the meatloaf if we don't get there fast enough."


Mei-Ling Zhou, climatologist and special agent in Overwatch was hungry. Like, incredibly hungry. She had spent all day working on her report of what had happened in Antartica. Now her stomach was roaring, demanding sustance in the form of meat.

Angela Ziegler had been with Genji Shimada for roughly over a year. In that process, she became pregnant. A few months from now, they would have a baby boy.
Life had changed drastically for the both of them – though, it wasn't all that bad. After all, having a child is the best joy one can have in life. But now Ziegler was stuck at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where she would tend to the wounded. She would no longer be out on the battlefield like she used to, being able to heal her comrades at a

I was at King's Row in London, England. Talon had sent me here to assassinate Tekhartha Mondatta, omnic and leader of the Shambali, a group of omnics that try to re-establish the peace between humans and omnics due to the tension that was caused after the Omnic Crisis, by means of spreading messages. Some sort of “spiritual awakening,” as I was told. Not like I believed any of that religious bullshit anyways.
Why exactly did Tekhartha need to be gotten rid of? To be honest, I don't k

Mei-Ling Zhou was going to have a baby girl. She never stopped working, though, tirelessly traveling around the world in the hopes of re-establishing the eco-network that Overwatch established several years ago, determined to find the real cause of the global climate changes. She was in Mexico, her short brown hair arranged in a bun with a fancy-looking silver pin going through it, and today, she had met a new friend, a local to the town, a Latina by the name of Sombra. Sombra gave her a tour of

They did not call me "Goddess" without a reason. I went from extreme poverty to being second in command of the Vishkar Corporation. The Omnic Crisis devastated quite a few countries, and India was no exception. The Vishkar Corporation was established as a way to eradicate the poverty that was created in Southern India and to resume commerce, by the manipulation of hard-light technology.
I happen to be one of the few who possess that ability.
Vishkar created the Architech Academy, where I was tra

Aleksandra Zaryanova never took a day off from working out. Today was no exception. She was wearing attire like that of a soccer player – a sleeveless white shirt and shorts, with stripes of red that traced her hips and her shoulders, enormous white sneakers, and blonde hair that was bundled in a ponytail. The added benefit of having Satya Vaswani with her, was that Vaswani could basically create her own gym, by manipulating hard-light technology. Being in Utopaea, India, Vaswani was able

Symmetra
let out a polite yawn, as she sat in her floating chair in the small
off room of Hanamura Sitting patiently, she waited for her next
target to step in.“Oi love, the cavalry's he-” Tracer
called out, before a ZZZZT brought to life Symmetra’s sentries, and
before Tracer could finish as sentence, she had fallen to the
ground.”“This is going to be a long game.” D.va said,
going limp in her mech, the mech supporting her weight easily, as she
watched the enemy tracer get fried ag