Your angelic caretaker walked to an Elevator, holding you with such delicate hands. As soon as you two enter the elevator, you looked up at to question her, blushing trying to look past her large breasts. “S-so where are you taking me, if I may ask?”, you said, trying to focus on her face rather than her breast. She looked at you saying, “We are going into the training room, there you will train for missions”.
You looked forward in awe, as she walked to a console at the end of a big basketball court, “this console controls allows you to create and play any sport you want” she says as she deactivates the basketball court, the baskets fold up into the ceiling and the markings in the floor fade away. She points your focus to the glass panel wall that led to aerobics room, “there, you can use the many workout machines we have, if you were normal size, that is “she said. “yeah” you responded sadly, remembering the gym wasn't an option anymore unless you had a partner to cover you. “There’s also some yoga mats to do some yoga!” she said excitedly. Bringing you up to her wet lips, whispering “it's my favorite”. “okay” you responded, blushing from the heat of her breath.
Mercy took you to the nearest bench, placing you down on her lap as she sat down with you. “I ordered one of our top cadets to come help you around here” she said. You quick said alright but suddenly found yourself in a pickle. Mercy's spandex leggings gave you nothing to hold onto anything, leaving you to slowly slide between her thighs. “Umm, Mer-” as soon as you tried to get Mercy's attention, she crossed her leg. Her right thigh squished you without warning under its weight as she sat there and waited patiently.
After a few minutes, Mercy suddenly uncrossed her legs and stood up from the bench, luckily you weren't stuck to Mercy's thigh. You slid between Mercy's thighs as she stood up, leaving your flat body on the bench. You look at Mercy as she hugs the cadet and you couldn't believe it. Mercy was hugging Lena Oxton, aka Tracer, one of the top cadets Overwatch had in its disposal, she was wearing a Overwatch cadet tight bodysuit. “How are you dear” Mercy asked, “I'm just great!” tracer gleefully responded as she bends down to sit down, her ass hovering over you. You watch up at Tracer's ass made a nice wedgie as it came crashing down on your body. “So, what's the news Angela” she said twisting in seat in excitement. You were being smeared under Tracer’s oblivious rear, just under her crack, soon to be joining her wedgie. “I need you to help our recruit…” she suddenly stopped and started to get nervous. “New recruit! Really!” She said, jumping in her seat now. Your body grew more flattened under her ass with each innocent hop. “I would love to help the newbie, where is he?” Mercy started looking around on the floor, say “I think I lost him.” Tracer with a dumbfounded face, she yelled to Angela “What how do you lose a recruit!?” Mercy was checking the bottom of her heels and looked back at Tracer, “He's half an inch tall, tracer”. As soon as Mercy mentions your height, Tracer breaks down in laughter. “It's true, Lena!” Mercy protested but only causing Tracer to laugh more. Tracer's ass lifts off the bench as bends over in her seat from the laughing. Your squashed flat within the tiny crevice between her ass cheeks created by her cadet suit.
Mercy was pacing in front of Tracer as she was laughing, then realizing where you could be, until it suddenly hit her. “Tracer stand up, your sitting on him!” Tracer, after wiping a tear off her eye, she finally said, “but I really like this seat”. Tracer sits up straight in her seat, dropping her ass back down on the bench, then proceeds to twist in her seat. Your body was being grinded into the seat by the unaware British chick's rear. “Tracer, this is not a time for one of your jokes, you're squishing him!” Mercy yelled at Tracer. “Ugh, fine” Tracer decides to play along with Mercy's tiny recruit prank. Tracer stood up from the bench and turned around for Mercy, quickly bending over, showing off your squished body for Mercy to witness. “You found your tiny recruit” Tracer said sarcastically as she shakes her ass. Mercy instantly gave a sigh of relief, she saw your squished body on Tracer's ass, comically wedged between her butt cheeks. “A matter of fact, I did” Mercy said as she pulled you clean off Tracer's ass.
Mercy showed your flat body to tracer, “this is our new recruit, Orion, I told you to move your ass off him, poor thing” she said. Tracer looked at your flat body in Mercy's hand, with a pale face, “Is he dead…?” she said quietly. “No, his body exhibits a large amount of durability” Mercy reassured Tracer. Tracer, now relieved grew a cheerful smile “sorry luv, didn't mean to squish you under my rump on top of you” “It's okay…” you weakly said. “Tracer, be a dear and help him around, I'll be working on my yoga” she said, giving you a gentle kiss. You watched helpless as her giant wet red lips came closer until they were upon you, her lips pinned your already smashed body, leaving you in her hand, a part of a massive kiss mark. She proceeds to hand you off to Tracer, saying “see you two later” she proceeded to walk off to the dressing room. “your welcome to join me if you two want” she said as she walked into the dressing room. You look back up at Tracer’s face, “so little guy what do you want to do?”
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