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Tracer struck one of her more common poses holding up a peace sign while a broad smile came across her face “cheers love!” she said as the shutter of the camera was heard. Kneeling she hugged the two kids who had wanted their picture taken with time-traveling speedster of the Overwatch group. “You two be good now,” she said as she fussed with the boy's hair.

They ran back over to their parents before turning around to wave at her. Tracer waved back and gave them a wink before taking off in a blue streak. Once she had made it a few blocks away she slowed to a casual walk. So far posing for pictures had been the high point of the day. Which Tracer didn’t mind doing, still she wanted some proper action.

She stopped to a local cafe to get a little caffeine to perk herself up. Tracer sat to one of the tables waving to people as they waved to her while sipping on her latte. Holding her treat between her hand she let out a little sigh of pleasure. That’s when she felt it, it was only slight, but there was a vibration through the ground.

Looking down at her beverage she could see a slight ripple in the drink as another of the small tremors happened. Tracer pushed her cup away and started scanning her surroundings. This wasn’t an area for earthquakes and they were happening way too frequently anyway. There was another tremor this one more substantial. Civilians were starting to take notice.

“Ahhh folks trust a lifelong hero when she says you should probably pack up and mosey along,” there was another quake followed by another. If Tracer didn’t know any better she would have said it felt like someone walking. Or something her gut was telling her this was bad what if it was some massive Omnic.

Tracer’s attention was drawn to the north when a large boom could be heard from that direction. Several cars came bouncing and careening down the road. Looking down to the corner Tracer could see something poking out from behind the building hundreds of feet in the air. Whatever it was it was clad in shiny purple and no there was no way she was seeing this right. It looked like a massive pair of breasts. The more she stared at it the surer of that she was.

A pair of hands came out and groped at those giant flesh pillows. A loud moan filled the air. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” Tracer said as she dashed off in the direction of the floating breasts. Once she rounded the corner she stopped awestruck. She found who those breasts belonged to.

Tracer couldn’t believe her eyes, stood before her was one of her arch enemies Widowmaker only she was enormous. In more ways than one. She stood easily four hundred feet tall, though what stood out, even more, was the assassin’s ample curves. Widow’s breasts, hips, and ass cheeks were huge now. If the sniper was four hundred feet in size. Her inflated assets were easily half as big.

Widow’s tits took up most of her torso her ass was as wide as the street. As the giant Widowmaker strode along her ass and tits carved paths into the buildings on either side of her. Somehow Widow’s clothes remained intact. Not that. that mattered with how tight her jumpsuit was on her right now, Widowmaker’s bodysuit may as well have been painted on.

It left nothing to the imagination every detail of her body, nipples, and pussy could be seen through the tight latex. Honestly, if it had been anyone else Tracer would have stopped to appreciate such a sexy sight. This was Widowmaker though and that could mean very bad things for the city.

Darting into one of the nearby buildings Tracer zipped up the many floors until she was high enough to reach Windowmaker’s head. Shielding herself with her arms Tracer dove through the glass launching herself at Widowmaker. “Cavalry's here!” she called as she unleashed a flurry of shots at her rival’s head.

As the energy bullets pelted Widow’s skin there didn’t seem to be any real damage. Tracer landed on Widow’s shoulder. A booming chuckle filled the air “my, my what ‘ave we here a little mosquito come to ruin my fun?” A large hand came flying towards Tracer. With an eek she managed to zip out of the way as Widow just missed grabbing Tracer.

“Hmmm a fast mosquito at that,” Widow said as she looked down at her breasts where Tracer stood.

Tracer glanced down at the massive bosom beneath her. It wasn’t helping that this was one of her fantasies. “How did you get so bloomin big!?” Tracer demanded, pointing one of her pistol at Widowmaker.

The giant woman brought her hand up laughing into the back of her hand gleefully “oh ho ho, it was one of the good doctor's experiments.” Widowmaker shuddered and then let out a loud moan as she started growing even bigger. A hand went down between her legs and she rubbed her pussy as her mass increased more and more.

The loud gasps and groans of pleasure made Tracer blush as she watched Widow’s other hand reach out pulling on one of her fat, long nipples. “Ohhh qui! Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!” the growing woman cried out as she grew taller and taller. Tracer struggled to keep her footing as the sniper's gargantuan breasts bounced and jiggled as she played with them.

Peering down over the side of Widow’s massive breast Tracer was struck with vertigo. Only moments ago the tall buildings had loomed over Widowmaker. Now she was taller than said buildings “how much bigger are ya gonna get?” Tracer asked looking around unsure of what to do in this situation.

She reached for her com to call in backup when one of Widow’s giant hands plucked her off of Widow’s now football-field-sized breasts. “Put me down!” Tracer shouted as she squirmed in the giantess’ grasp.

Widow put a finger to her now plumper lips “I’m thinking no to this request,” she brought Tracer in planted an enormous kiss on all of the scout's body “I am ‘aving too much fun with my new toy.” Widow glanced at the buildings below her “mmm speaking of fun. All this growing makes a woman ache for release.”

Stepping over the top of one of the larger buildings in the city Widow spread her legs and started to lower herself down onto the building. Tracer turned crimson as a moan of pleasure burst from Widow’s lips. “You can’t do that with a building! Out in public! Everyone will see! Have you no shame!” Tracer babbled.

The ground rumbled as Widow had her way with the building now inside of her pussy. Widowmaker laughed at the embarrassed Tracer. “Oh my petite rival, Moria’s experiment gone wrong is the most alive I’ve felt in years,” she dropped Tracer in between her cleavage and smooshed the speedster between her fat, blimp, udders. “I plan to enjoy every last moment of this,” her cries of passion grew louder as she came riding her concrete dildo.

As Widow came she went through another growth spurt. Her fattening ass swelled out enveloping the city block by block. She grew taller and curvier by the moment. Her body lurching out bigger. Her tits ballooning out rounder and fuller. Widow shouted out in bliss as she fondled her swelling assets.

“Oh, qui my bosoms grow! Grow! Grow!” she chanted “you feel so exquisite! Ohhh yes, more, Magnifique my billowing derriere you feel like velvet to me now!” Widow said encouraging her expanding assets.

The city was engulfed in Widowmaker’s ass as it expanded fatter and fatter. She continued to ride the building like a dildo until it broke off from the ground. As she grew taller and curvier Widow stood to her feet. She let out a loud laugh as she looked down over the tiny city.

“Mmmm look at how massive I am becoming. You are all nothing compared to me,” something landed on Widowmaker’s nose. She could see blue flashing out of the corner of her eye, but couldn’t make out what it was. After a few seconds, she felt a light scratch on her nose.

Widow realized that Tracer had used one of her fallback bombs on her “oh you still have some fight in you huh?” Widowmaker grinned her hand drifted back across her butt reaching the middle of it she released Tracer from her grip.

As Tracer was in free fall she tried to use her rewind time ability to at least make it back to the purple-skinned woman’s hand, but it was too late. Widow had her hands on her hips looking back over her shoulder smugly at the falling speedster. “Ahhhh crap!” Tracer said as she fell between Widowmaker’s massive ass cheeks.

Tracer bounced against the soft, supple, latex-clad, city dwarfing ass cheeks of Widowmaker. She outstretched her arms and legs trying to stop herself. With a grunt Tracer came to a slow stop. She took a breath, looking up she could still see light. “I’ve gotta get back up there,” she said as she started to boost her way back up between Widow’s butt.

She could hear another amused chuckle from Widowmaker. Then everything started to shift and sway around her. “Ahhh what the hell is she doin’ now?” Tracer said frustrated as she tried to get her footing to make more progress.

Outside of Widow’s ass cheeks, Widowmaker herself was now fondling her leviathan booty. Bouncing and jiggling it all over taking great pleasure in knowing that the do-gooder was getting tossed around between her quaking ass cheeks. As she played with her ass Widow let out another groan, she cried out in pleasure as she started to grow once more.

She had towered over the city before, but as she grew up like Jack’s beanstalk Widowmaker’s head rose above the clouds. Looking down now she could see from coast to coast. Her size was incredible. She never knew a person could get so gigantic, so curvy, so perfect. She was becoming a goddess.

The planet was hers to toy with as she saw fit to. However, with the immense size of her tits and ass their sensitivity was dialed up on 11. Widow couldn’t keep her hands off herself now, she rubbed and groped at her moon-sized tits, she slapped her continent-sized rump. As she played with herself she came over and over inside of her suit everything felt so good.

Between Widow’s ass, cheeks Tracer could no longer see light. “Oh, my word how big has she gotten now!?” Deciding to pick her battles Tracer turned around and started making her way down. She had a better chance of getting out from between Widow’s ass cheeks this way.

As Tracer zipped and shifted down and down she was starting to question if she ever would get out from between Widowmaker’s ass cheeks. Finally, after some work on her part Tracer could see light again. Tracer burst out from between Widowmaker’s ass cheeks with a whoop. It was only then she realized how high up she was.

“Bloody hell!” Tracer shouted as she plummeted towards the earth. Putting a finger to her ear Tracer activated her distress beacon “come in Overwatch I’m in real need of a pickup, I’m in freefall below Widowmaker’s ass. Someone please give me an eta to pick up!”

“How about right now?” a voice cut in above Tracer looking up she could see The Valkyrie herself Mercy flying near her.

Tracer let out another whoop of victory before taking Mercy’s hand “‘ave you ever got good timing love! Now, what do we do about that?” Tracer said as she pointed to Widowmaker.

Mercy looked up at the giant Widowmaker and grimaced “We go back to base, until we can figure out a way to get her back down to normal size.” With that Mercy took off towards Overwatch HQ.

Widowmaker’s goggled alerted her to the arrival of Mercy and the fact that both were leaving, but she paid them no mind. She was too powerful to stop now chewing her lip she knew another growth spurt was coming. She started to rub herself sighing in pleasure as she played with her pussy.

With a gasp of ecstasy, she surged and grew larger than ever “ohhhhh yes! Yes! Bigger! More sexual! I want to be the most power sexy woman alive!” She groaned as the earth grew smaller and smaller beneath her. Even though she was out in space now Widow felt fine. It was like she didn’t need to breathe anymore.

Bigger and bigger and bigger she grew it wasn’t long before her tits alone were fatter on the round than the earth. With a mirthful smile she took the Earth between her breasts “mmmm it would seem I have the whole world in my hands,” Widow let out a delightful laugh at her joke as she thought about what to do next. She was a god now nothing was outside of her grasp. She groaned as she felt another growth spurt coming on, or eventually nothing would be.

The End.