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"Don't even try it."
Raine's hand froze a mere half-inch away from their standard-issue pistol, the service weapon half-buried beneath a pile of dust and rubble. Only a few minutes ago, they had been overseeing a simple transfer of equipment from an Overwatch stockpile to one of their training areas, standing at ease as crate after crate of practice dummy components was loaded up into an unmarked truck. In theory, it was pretty much the simplest posting an Overwatch rookie could get - at worst, you were only going to stumble into a handful of protestors or a drunk guy who had mistaken you for a beat cop.
Then, the explosions had started.
They hadn't even had a chance to confirm it was TALON behind the attack until this exact moment - laying on their back, body aching, and the infamous Reaper standing over them with both shotguns pointed directly at their head. It was like time had decided to stand still of its own accord, their muscles locking up as they got an honest-to-god terrifying upward-angle view at Reaper looming over them like his namesake.
As much as the urge to grab their pistol and try to be a hero was tempting them, they knew it was a quick way to wind up with a head that was more buckshot than brain matter.
Seconds ticked by as their frozen form twitched in the freshly-collapsed debris, the distant sounds of gunfire and hand-to-hand combat having ceased as quickly as they erupted. Evidently, the only Overwatch operative left that could even remotely fight back was Raine themselves, and the chances of that happening had dropped to less than zero now that they were being straddled by Reaper's meaty armour-plated thighs. A few slow, heavy, mask-filtered breaths worked their way out of the TALON operative as the two of them remained stock-still, Raine's heart pounding in his chest with each gentle twitch of Reaper's fingers against his triggers.
"...you're not worth a shell." Half-chuckling to himself and letting his shotguns fall to the ground beside him, the TALON agent shook his head as he knelt down directly over Raine's supine body, his upper thighs pressed against the sides of their waist serving as the only restraints necessary to keep them where they belonged. "Aren't you lucky ?"
All Raine could do was nervously yet enthusiastically nod in the hopes that they would be spared, only for a peep of fear to leave their throat when they felt Reaper's clawed fingers snag underneath the collar of their shirt and force them to raise their head. In less than a second, he could have killed them in any number of obscenely violent ways - ten years of training and loyal service to the public gone in a single tightening of Reaper’s fingers or a flick of a wrist.
For what felt like an agonisngly long few seconds, the Overwatch trooper felt their breathing run ragged, the weight of Reaper pressing down on their chest making it hard to keep themselves anywhere close to thinking clearly. That mask hid any emotion, but they swore that they could see wisps of black smoke emanating off Reaper as something boiled up inside him. Hate, or maybe excitement.
"Killing you could be fun. But... I could use you for something else." With a single, forceful tug, Raine found himself lifted straight up into the air, Reaper's surprising strength allowing him to hoist the soldier up with one hand while effortlessly standing up himself. "You're probably just the right size ."
"The... right size?" Raine repeated the words like a parrot, a nervous laugh coming out of them as he felt his legs dangling a foot off the ground. Every hushed and desperate breath they took was laced with both fear and confusion, neither of which made it easier to think for themselves properly. "Gh - can't... breathe..."
"Don't worry. You won't have to soon."
Those ominous words were the last thing Raine heard before feeling themselves forced to their needs and pressed against a wall. They barely got a moment to understand what was happening before they noticed Reaper's thighs flanking their head, the TALON agent standing over them like an archway. Pushing away from the wall as fast as they could, they felt themselves jerked back as Reaper twisted his upper body to grab their collar again despite the awkward angle - placing them face-to-face with the soft spherical rear that his synthetic leather bodysuit had perfectly conformed to.
"Like what you see?"
Reaper's voice was just as gruff as usual, but the teasing was obvious all the same. It wasn't the same kind of flirty teasing one would expect in the bedroom, or from somebody who found you attractive and wanted to drop hints - it was like Reaper was taunting them, daring them to try and struggle while knowing full well that they had no real way out.
"I... wait, wh-"
Raine's confused, weak mumbling was silenced in an instant as Reaper's ample ass suddenly sank down on top of them, just enough to muffle them almost completely while the TALON agent shifted his weight to better hold them in place.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Reaper growled as he rolled his hips - not to grind against the trooper's face, but to get his angle right for whatever he had planned. "You won't."
Raine's hands immediately moved to grab Reaper's thighs in an attempt to push away from the wall, but the only result was the TALON operative sinking down further, the hefty cheeks at either side of their head parting just enough to smother them in a much more complete way. The sudden confusion rushing through Raine's mind made it difficult to focus on anything except their head being enveloped by a leather-clad ass.
A slow, arousal-laced moan of pleasure from up above was the only warning they had before they felt themselves being shunted a few more inches in, Reaper's body sinking down around them as his insides squeezed tight against them. A shot of panic worked its way through Raine as they realised that this wasn't just some forced facesitting for Reaper's own amusement - he was actually swallowing them directly up his ass.
Little by little, the shoving inwards continued, the tight muscles surface of Reaper's internal workings cramping tight around them as they were forced deeper inside, the difference in size between them and him making it all the more easy for them to be swallowed down. Each inch that Reaper shoved them inwards was another inch they couldn't pull out of, the creaking of the leather undersuit doing nothing to hide the satisfied breaths of the TALON operative and the anticipation-filled groaning of the digestive tract that they were being forced into face-first.
By the time the rolling, pumping grip of backwards peristalsis had taken hold, there was nothing Raine could do except feebly try and steady themselves on Reaper's thighs, everything up to their shoulders already enveloped by the tight tunnel.
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Reaper didn't even bother to try and hide his satisfied groaning as he let his body do its thing, the squirming prey currently lodged into his ass gradually disappearing inside him as his intestines were forced to stretch to obscene levels to make room for them. This was far from the first time he had sent some poor low-ranking chaff to meet their end in his guts, and it was unlikely to be the last - though it was the first time in a long while that he'd targeted a victim who was brave enough to try and fight back their way back out.
It was the sort of defiance he could appreciate, even if it wouldn't amount to much. It made the finality of sealing them in his stomach to suffocate as he belched out their oxygen all the more satisfying.
Another rolling, needy moan escaped the bath of his throat as he let loose heavy breaths behind his mask's filters, his body's internal grip on the Overwatch cannon fodder tightening further each time he sank down a little further onto them. By now, he was already seeing results, a bulge forming beneath the stomach plating of his custom armour as the first few inches of his prey was packed into his lower guts.
Reaper couldn't help but let a few low, pleasured chuckles roll out of him as his insides tightened up further, the feeling of the trooper's pointless and far-from-effective squirming only serving to rile him up further. Each movement they made only resulted in them sinking into his guts even faster, their upper body being slowly constructed as they were swallowed up and crammed tight into the limited space his stretched intestines could give.
"Hnhh..."
A soft groan left his throat as he rolled his hips again, the bulge in his stomach pressing up against his plating and sending a shiver up his spine. He could already feel their upper half disappearing into him, his internal muscles clamping down and squeezing them through the narrow tube with far less resistance now that they had less room to move. There was no need for him to even do anything except relax and let gravity take over, allowing himself to slowly slump down onto them as they were pulled ever further up his colon.
"Fight back all you want," he teased, a satisfied chuckle leaving his throat. "You're going to die in me."
Each little bit that Reaper allowed himself to sink down on the Overwatch grunt was a new inch that his guts were forced to stretch around them, the thick and meaty tube squeezing the life out of them as his muscles contracted, pulling them upwards in a way that no human should have been capable of. By the time everything up to their waist had been swallowed up inside him, they had no way to struggle besides uselessly kicking their legs in whatever directions they could, the constant movement causing them to get Reaper's already-excited libido burning hotter.
"Hnnh. Don't worry. You won't be the first one who's ended up here," Reaper breathed, his voice laced with pleasure and a hint of sadistic joy. "Or the last."
There was no verbal response beyond the muffled moans of fear and a few attempts at words, muffled by the tight kneading of the TALON agent's digestive tract. It wasn't a surprise that they could barely speak - they probably didn't even have much air to spare, given the tight grip his body was already exerting on them.
Little by little, his intestines continued to cramp tight around the human-sized meal they were being forced to accept, his stomach distending slowly as more and more of the trooper's body was packed inside. Reaper's breathing was growing heavier and needier with each inch of space that was stolen away, the Overwatch grunt being forced further and further up his innards as the muscular walls of his lower guts kept a tight hold over them.
"Come on. Fight it ." he hissed, rolling his hips in the hope of getting some form of reaction. "Make it worthwhile."
The only response Reaper got was an increase in the intensity of the Overwatch trooper's squirming, the feeling of their movements being smothered as they were crammed inside him forcing a low, needy groan from his throat. The bulge in his midsection was growing steadily more pronounced with each second that passed, his intestines stretched out like fat sausages that were working to knead the soldier forwards and upwards towards his stomach..
With each inch that Raine was pulled up Reaper's innards, the grip of his muscles was tightened around them, his entire length squeezing and kneading at them like they were a particularly stubborn lump of meat. Their own pleading to be let free were drowned out by the louder and much more needy noises escaping Reaper's throat, his hips rolling as he coaxed them deeper. His intestines were already enjoying such a filling meal, groaning in strained satisfaction as they worked in dragging their new captive further up into his guts. Little by little, he could see the bulge in his middle rounding out as the tightness across his waistline began to spike, a groan of pained pleasure leaving his throat as he felt the Overwatch grunt being crammed through his intestinal tract and squeezed into his stomach proper.
"Almost there..."
Reaper let out a shuddering breath as he felt the Overwatch trooper being sucked deep into his guts, the last few inches of their body vanishing inside him. The tightness of his stomach was already beginning to swell, the leather of his armour straining against the bulge of his gut as his waistline rapidly distended outwards now that there was a whole person being packed into it. Little by little, they were being slowly inched through his guts into the stomach above, the slow shifting making it even harder for Reaper to keep himself quiet as he leant panting against the wall of the ruined house.
After a few moments to get himself back to a state where could even speak properly instead of moaning incoherently, the TALON operative let himself recline against the debris of the collapsed building, his legs spread wide to give his stomach more room to stretch.
“...now for the fun part."
As much as he wanted to remain in full control of the situation, he couldn't deny the confusing mixture of carnal pleasure and instinctive distress working its way up his spine. The thrill of having some useless Overwatch grunt crammed tight in his stomach was second only to the strain of being so utterly stuffed that he could barely breathe properly, the bubbling of his digestive acids already working out small bursts of air up his throat as he watched his stomach gently bulge beyond its limits.
Each spasm from his overly-tight stomach muscles only served to make him even more excited at how long his prey would last, arousal coursing through him on a level that nothing else could ever deliver. It hurt exactly how he liked it to hurt - Reaper was pushed absolutely tight, his skin stretched and muscles cramping, his breathing collapsed into rapid agonised gasps for air. He was pushed far past his limits, enjoying the satisfying pain of being filled out from end to end while his prey was slowly squeezed and forced to submit to the churning depths of his stomach.
Reaper's gloved hands moved to stroke the sides of his bloated midsection, a pleasured moan leaving him as he felt the panicked but pointless punches out from within his stomach. He looked obscenely stretched, leather bodysuit pushed fast past its designed size to the point that the material looked ready to tear or burst at the slightest provocation. Each slow, unsteady breath made his unevenly-rounded stomach rise and fall in turn, his skin taut against the tight confines of his armour.
The faint imprint of a pair of outstretched hands pressing heavily against the insides of his orbular stomach were all he needed to get his libido burning even hotter, the feeling of his prey struggling helplessly only serving to further stoke his arousal.
"Heh. Still fighting?"
All the answer Reaper got was a loud gurgle from his stomach, the Overwatch trooper within desperately pounding against the thick wall of flesh and acid between them and their freedom - or at least attempting to pound on the stomach walls keeping them crushed into as small a space as possible. There was no room left for them to move, let alone enough air for them to breathe , and the growing pressure across Reaper's middle was making it clear that both were going to run out sooner rather than later.
"That's how it should be. Struggle ." Reaper hissed out the words as his fingers trailed along his bloated midsection, a sudden movement shunting a burst of acid-tainted air upwards and releasing itself as a loud, wet belch before he could stop it.. "Makes things more - bhHOOUruphhHHHh - ngh, fun..."
Reaper's fingers worked themselves over the surface of his overfull middle, his touches completely unkind to the prey trapped inside. The only value the meat currently squeezed in his guts had for him was that of pleasure, and that meant that he was free to be as rough as he wanted to be with the probably-already-softening Overwatch fodder. Already, he could feel the weight inside him increasing, digestive juices pumping in and flooding what little space remained within his bulging gut as the constant squeezing of his stomach walls pushed out thick belches to help drain the unfortunate trooper's rapidly depleting air supply.
The TALON operative's gloved hand slowly slid up and down the surface of his taut midsection to seek out any sore spots that needed some not-entirely-tender care, the leather straining around his distended belly with every weakening move his prey made. There wasn't much left for him to do but let himself relax and enjoy the ride, the feeling of the Overwatch troop’s struggles gradually ceasing as the air ran out and the digestive process warmed itself up.
Everything about what was happening was intoxicatingly hot to him. Reaper was an open sadist, and there was nothing more sadistic than allowing a defenseless member of the organisations he hated to die panicking in his stomach. Each brush of his fingers against his sore and strained leather-covered skin hurt as much as it satisfied, his insides tightening as he felt the pressure rising and the terrified squirming of his meal growing more desperate.
A low, rumbled groan escaped the base of his overstuffed middle, his prey's feeble attempts at escape suddenly picking up again as he felt the solid weight inside him begin to submerge beneath a flood of acids. The familiar tight fullness was quickly replaced with an equally-recognisable heft, a gentle sloshing that came from his well-trained stomach ramping up its attempts to reduce such a huge meal to little more than slurry.
"No last words?" The half-chuckle that left his throat was cut off by a soft belch in the back of his throat, the final dregs of usable oxygen in his stomach leaving his mask's filters. " Didn't think so ."
There was no reply from the Overwatch trooper aside from a few weak twitches, their struggles having gone from desperate to half-hearted now that they were probably already being submerged in a pool of acidic sludge that was filling every cubic inch of room he had to spare. There was no air left to breathe, even if they kept their head above water - as far as he was concerned, the forgettable fodder was already dead.
"Now, s- bhOOOUUUURRrphhhh ..."
One final burst of stale air was all it took to take the prey's movements from 'marginal' to 'gone'.
A low, satisfied purr rumbled from the base of his throat at the tail end of such a thick and weighty belch, the churning of Reaper's stomach ramping up as the solid mass inside him began to shift into something decidedly less solid. Little by little, he felt the weight inside him shifting, slowly distributed across his entire stomach as a thick nutrient slush as his stomach walls began to grind inwards at what was left.
" Nghhh ... fuck ..."
The TALON operative groaned in relief as he allowed his body to flop backwards against the crumbling wall behind him, his fingers slowly massaging the surface of his swollen, gurgling midsection. Even the slightest press against his middle made the gentle sloshing of the half-digested mush all that more obvious, the gentle swaying inside his belly pushing out a few smaller, far wetter belches now that most of the air inside him was pure mid-digestive gases.
The feeling of his prey being slowly liquefied inside him was almost addictively good, a shiver running up his spine and forcing him to let a deep, satisfied growl leave his throat. It was almost disappointing that they hadn't stood up to it for longer, but Overwatch's hired help had always been expendable - and if nothing else, this particular trooper had at least tried to fight back.
"I think you earned yourself a reward, Overwatch trash." Patting the side of his bulging middle, Reaper let slip a quiet hum of arousal, fiddling with his leather undersuit until he could seperate the lower and upper halves to let his gut free. "Might as well let this meat tank get some sun."
His gloved fingers moved to the latches holding his stomach-plated chest armour in place, quickly undoing the complex sequence of loops and latches keeping it all together. As soon as the final straining strap was released, the upper undersuit almost immeditaely ran up his bulging middle of its own accord, the hairy gut beneath slumping out into the open air.
Overwatch were fast to respond to incidents like this, but they weren't that fast. Reaper probably didn't need to evac for another half-hour at the very least, and that gave him plenty of time to rest, digest, and enjoy the rounded man-melter of a stomach currently sitting heavy atop his spread thighs.
A low, satisfied hum rumbled through Reaper's throat as he leaned back against the wall, his overfilled, aching midsection still gently churning with the remains of the Overwatch trooper's liquidised mulch. His hands slowly caressed the sides of his swollen, straining gut like it was all that mattered to him, his ragged breathing slowing as he fell into the trap of his body's distress and his own arousal fuelling one another.
One day, he would have to ask Moira why the fuck she had made him capable of doing this.