"Seems like there's one way indeed." Mercy doesn't give Lena a chance to respond as she lunges forward, engulfing Tracers head and swiftly starts swallowing. The British agent stands there for a good couple seconds, trying to process what just happened, Angela meanwhile using this opportunity to swallow up Lena's modest breasts, the shirt slightly ruining the taste of her meal, but Mercy has different problem ahead of her now, a whole Widowmaker contained in Tracer's belly.
Widow sits annoyed inside the cramped stomach, acids covering her body, her clothes already burned off. She gives a feeble punch or a kick, knowing that there's no point now, until her fleshy prison suddenly starts getting tighter. Puzzled she tries to press against the walls, trying to stretch her containment at least back to normal but it's tough, it almost feels like the layers around her just doubled.
Back outside Angela managed to conquer Tracer's swollen gut, the British agent also coming to realization of what is happening to her, but reacting only with a audible disappointment? Mercy shrugs and slurps up the pair of leggings-covered legs, enjoying the shapely noodles before all of Lena is contained inside her stomach, bulging out twice as much as Lena's has. Angela then notices that eating such a hefty meal has proven too much for her wardrobe, popping off all the buttons on her previously closed lab coat, the shirt underneath shredded to pieces and the zip on her skirt also popped open. Mercy just lets out another annoyed sigh, dropping her skirt off and waddling back to her office in just the coat, failing to cover her breasts or belly at all, and a pair of dark pantyhose hugging her sexy legs, hoping nobody will see her like this on the way there.
