"Alright Madame, you are on the list, enjoy your Stay", the Security Man anounced with a little bow as he stepped aside to clear her passage.
Widowmaker didnt feel any obligation to answer or thank him and strutted right into the luxurious building.
There was never any doubt in her mind that this would work, but it was a stil a point less on her list to consider.
She halted her train of thought for a moment as she noticed the glances everybody in the well filled Hotel lobby she just entered were takin at her, or rather her world famous behind.
Some were trying to hide the looks they were giving her, others openly stared right at her well formed backside, as she noticed this she put a little extra swing to her hip movements.
In her business it was good to have people long for you and if she could wrap a whole room of Talon associates around her finger with just a little more swing in her step, why shouldnt she do it.
Widowmaker finaly reached the elevator and put her focus back on her mission, she also couldnt help but notice a little wriggling coming from her abdomen as she stopped walking for a moment.
It put the faintest blush on her face, this was actualy turning out to be quite the enjoyable mission.

Tracer didnt enjoy her current predicament in any way, the only thing she could thought about was the talk with her superiors she would have to have after this mission.
Whatever they had promised talons legendary sniper assasin, didnt make Tracer feel safe enough to trust this whole situation in any way, nor did she trust that experimental serum they had given Widowmaker to turn her insides into the flexible means of transportation they were now.
She couldnt ignore the fact that she was currently packed away in the digestive tract of an opportunistic enemy, hell her arch-nemesis all things considered, with nothing but the promise of said person to smuggle her safely into the building as her safety net.
The Process of insertion had her miles out of her comfort zone already, being shoved feet first up the butt of the famed sniper had been an unpleasant, slimy and degrading experience, it didnt help that Tracer could tell that Widowmaker had been enjoying it to the fullest, her greedy hip movements and silent moans were clear indicators for that.
While Tracer was stil getting used to the tight, warm and anoyingly wet embrace of the blue womans bowels, her "comrades" guided Widowmaker, who was stil a little unsteady on her legs as she was getting used to her part of the cargo mission, to a limousine and send her on her way to that top secret Talon Meeting, she was supposed to smuggle Tracer into.
The drive to the Hotel was the time for Tracer to learn the rules of her surroundings, she couldnt make any big movement, to tight were the muscles all around her, and while the kneading of said muscles all around her werent too unpleasant, they were stil somehow working her deeper slowly but noticable.
So Tracer had to use what little ability to move she had to crawl against the current of Widowmakers inner tunnels, because she realy did want to find out were that would be taking her.
The deafening gurgles Widowmakers insides were creating all around her, werent helping either.
As soon as Tracer could tell, by the muffled sounds that reached her hideout, that the limousine had reached its destination and Widowmaker started walking, things got alot worse.
Her whole World was shaking with the steps of her caretaker, gosh why did that woman have to swing her stupid hips like that, and she also felt the pull of the organ around her get alot stronger, while the desorienting movements of her whereabouts made it much harder to work against it.
Tracer was slowly losing sight of the exit as she was slowly but steadily dragged deeper, no matter how hard she tried to fight, she was begginning to panic a little.
When Widowmaker seemed to have entered an elevator, judging by the sounds that reached tracers drenched ears, she finaly stood stil again and Tracer put all her effort into fighting her way forwards again, away from the depths that tried to swallow her.
Just as the exit of Widowmakers digestive tract came back into vision and Tracer let her face slump into the slimy, soft surface below her, she could feel her world vibrating from a few pats outside and she overheard a little giggle from all around her, yet clearly above.


As Widowmaker stood there in the elevator all on her own, she could fully focus on the pleasurable wriggles Tracer was causing inside her, she had no way of knowing what her little rival was doing in there, but she enjoyed it to the fullest.
Sadly the movements stopped completely as the elevator was about to reach its destination in one of the highest areas of the roomy hotel, even thought she was a little disappointed, she couldnt help but softly pat her abdomen a few times and giggle to herself.
Yes this mission was surely one of the better ones.....
As the doors opened she went back into her professional mindset and moved right on to find her room, it took her another little walk to find it, this place was gigantic.
As she had finaly closed the door behind her, she leaned against it for a moment, all by herself at last, or rather all alone with her little toy at last~
Widowmaker stood stil for a moment and enjoyed the little struggles of her precious cargo, that had started again, before she gave her own butt a meaty smack and said "Well, well, well finaly just you and me, my little morsel. I hope you dont mind if i settle down and enjoy a little glass of wine under these most comfortable conditions, before i get into the messy act of releasing you. Any objections?".
She could feel the struggles inside her intensify, but there was no way to hear any word from the little "Hero" trapped in her guts, beside a few little glorbs and groans from her own body.
"Good, i was hoping youd agree~"


Tracer was in a state of realy panic, as Widowmaker had started to move again, the pull of her insides had increased even more this time.
She had lost ground at a much, much higher pace and at some point her feet had been dragged right into a warm, sticky mass tracer tried not to think about, but she could tell the smell had gotten alot worse too as she was forced deeper and deeper.
Now, that Widowmaker stood stil again, she fought with all the energy her body had to offer against the bowelmovements around her.
To her dismay she realized she was making barely any progress, she couldnt move her legs anymore, as they were stil stuck in that warm mess behind her and she was so drenched in her own sweat and the slimy substances of her captors guts that her hands could barely hold on to drag her forwards.
At this point of her struggle, she felt the meaty smack of Widowmaker vibrate through her surroundings and heard her teasing words from above.
"Dont you dare leave me in here any longer!!", she tried to shoud over the cacophony around her.
But Widowmakers following answer showed, she didnt hear Tracer, or she didnt care.
She didnt need the help of her filthy captor though, for just moments later, tiring and exhausting moments. she finaly reached the exit again, Tracer could tell she was at her limits so she put all of her remaining energy to shove her face right through the tight pucker.
Her Escape was shut down immediatly though, a violet membrane stopped her face from going any further and was on the brink of forcing her head right back inside.
Tracer never felt more degraded in her entire life, the stupid spandex pants the deadly sniper always had to wear, were all it needed to stop her last effort.
She tried to shout out to Widowmaker that she had to release her now, that something was slowly working its way up her legs to fully encase her in a warm, sticky mass, that she couldnt fight the pull of the allmighty intestines anymore.
But to her horror she realized that Widowmakers stupid Pants were wrapped so tight around her that whenever she tried to open her mouth, they would work their way inside and stop her from uttering any word.


Right as Widowmaker was about to enjoy the first taste of favourite Wine, she suddenly with a yelp felt Tracer force her way outside.
Luckily she wasnt able to break through her pants with just her face outside, but it was stil an anoying feeling to have her hang out like that.
With an anoyed growl she turned around: "Tsk, keep it down back there would you, im trying to relax a moment!".
She felt Tracers head shake in frustration, she realy was stuck back there, no way out unless she allowed it.
With a smirk Widowmaker slowly moved a single finger to Tracers forehead and began to slowly push her back inside.
"I dont feel like making a mess right here, so you little turd will wait until i decide its time to come out, understood? Hells, maybe i will keep you in there until tomorow morning, you know, i kinda enjoy our little partnership".
With an almost silent, wet slorp Tracer was sealed fully back inside.
Widowmaker sight in pure bliss and took a sip from her wine, maybe she would let Tracer out right after this glass, maybe after two, or maybe she would let her indeed spend the whole night stuffed up her butt.
It was her decision, she was in charge and Tracer nothing but a little anoyance, completely at her mercy.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fully rendered Versions and more on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Malikarts







Commission Info: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EReAegqKuYNpNU7XgS8P9OryuBsI5NpA/view?usp=sharing

Please login to post a comment.