A last-ditch idea came to Pharah's mind. She may not have been able to remove her leg armor, but she could remove the seat. In one smooth motion, she activated the failsafe and deactivated her hover jets, causing her to accelerate towards Widow.

"Mierde..." was the one word Widow was able to mutter before her head was shoved into Pharah's behind. Knowing she didn't have time to waste, Pharah opened her sphincter and shimmied down onto Widow, pinning her arms to her sides. The pull of Pharah's intestinal muscles took over, pulling Widow further in. When her arms were completely inside, one last pull shoved Widow up Pharah's rectum completely. Pharah's belly bulged out to accommodate its occupant, breaking free of the Raptor armor in the process.

"You know how expensive this is to repair, right? I'll be sure to make this slow for you," Pharah informed the bulge in her stomach. Widow kicked and squirmed as Pharah's guts pulled her ever closer to the stomach. "This is going to take a while..." Pharah told no one in particular.



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