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Patreon Compilation – Fic #34 – Genji/Mercy – trans Mercy; trans Genji; exhibitionism – In The Woods
🕑 Added 2019-07-24 08:38:25 +0000 UTC
Angela has been the one ordering everyone to put a bit more effort into their physical fitness, but she is the one trudging off the beaten path to halfway hide herself behind some trees.
She is breathing heavily, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and wiping her shaking hands against her tracksuit bottoms. She is wearing a sensible pair of white underwear beneath, but still her cock is bulging the front, making her flush red hot.
This is… filthy. Nasty, even, but...
She bites her lip and glances around. She can hear the banter of various team members all around her as they obediently jog along the track that she had devised for them. They have to run three laps. She has about fifteen minutes before they are all done, she figures. Her pale cheeks are pounding with blood as she grabs the bottom of her sweatshirt and drags it up until her tits just spill out into the cool morning air.
She hasn’t been wearing a bra today, getting off on McCree very openly ogling her big tits bouncing with every step. It’s not a proper way to conduct herself around her teammates and the people she is supposed to care for on a professional level, but… she’s just a girl, too. And girls have needs.
Needs like getting their jiggling tits ogled by whomever wants to stare at them. Or getting them out in the open like now, enjoying the cool breeze on her stiff nipples and cupping herself for anybody to see… theoretically.
She wants it. Wants to be seen. Wants the others to know she is a dirty little slut and that her dick gets wet and throbbing at the thought of their eyes on her. But another part is also impossibly shy, so she hides herself away behind a tree while fantasizing about how it would be to be exposed and seen for the filthy whore she likes to be.
Angela pushes her sweatshirt up until it is sitting just beneath her collar bones and leaves her hands free to cup her breasts and squeeze them. Her fingers close around her plump nipples to pinch them with slowly increasing force until she can feel a bead of pre-cum seep into her underwear.
Her eyes fall close, listening to the good natured griping of teammates around her, and hoping to soon hear the high, slightly metallic voice of Genji soon. The ninja had started her rounds a bit later than the rest of them. She doesn’t need the workout but she is always good for a bit of group activity.
Angela’s belly gets hot and molten as she thinks of the ridiculous little tanktop Genji had chose to wear for the outing. A lime green slip of fabric barely able to contain the grey, soft tits sitting on her torso… because of course Genji has opted to not wear her armor when she can be a lewd little shit and let her tits bounce as she jogs.
She’s had the same idea as Angela, obviously… only that she goes about it in a much more confident way. It’s sexy in its own right.
This petit cyborg with the gorgeous curves being clingy and bubbly and not caring one bit if who she invites between her thighs is her best friend Jesse, or her master Zenyatta’s warm metal fingers spreading her synthetic labia open.
Or maybe, Angela thinks heated and nervous, her doctor that can barely keep her fingers to herself when she has her on her table.
She wonders if Genji would object to it. To getting her thighs spread on the ruse of Angela needing to check ‘something’ and slipping her fingers across the cute little cunt that she herself had designed.
That cute cunt with plump grey lips and bright green insides. The cute cunt that Genji is so very, very proud of, showing it to anybody at the slightest provocation.
She wonders if Genji would spread her legs for her. Encourage her into the exploration. Maybe grasp for Angela’s cock and get all squirmy and overheated at the thought of getting fucked by Angela while watching her big tits bounce in her face.
Angela’s cock twitches at the thought. There’s a dark spot slowly forming at the front of her sweats where her pre-cum has started to seep through the fabric. She stares down dazedly, reaching for it with one hand. She presses a shivering finger against the dark spot, slowly rounding it again and again, eyes closing as she feels up the swollen crown of her cock.
She is just gently grabbing herself, when she hears it: a soft, synthetic sounding panting getting louder and louder behind her.
She peeks around the tree she is standing behind, one hand still squeezing a tit, the other letting go off her cock to hectically start to shove her sweatpants down despite her wide hips and the furious erection she is sporting.
Sweat is beading at her temples and her insides pull together almost painfully as she finally spots Genji jogging along the path.
Oh my god. Here she comes.
There are still a lot of trees in the way, but what she can see is… really good, already. She made Genji’s body. Maybe it is a bit narcissistic of her to love the way her synthetic tits are bouncing beneath the tiny top she has opted to wear, but… she can’t help it. Genji is small and cute and lewd, and Mercy wants to sit on her face and have her little cheeky tongue bathing her balls.
There was no immediate need, she supposes, to make Genji as insanely sexual as she did. In a way, she probably designed her to her exact wishes. It is sick, but…
Always but. Angela is good at making up excuses. It is easier than to admit that she is sick and perverted and lewd. It’s definitely easier than to admit that working on Genji’s cunt had taken twice as long as it should have because she had to stop again and again to fuck her fist and shoot her load into a hastily procured bedpan because she couldn’t help but fantasize about those fat juicy lips spreading around her dick or being held open by Genji’s nimble little fingers as she offers herself up to be eaten out until she squirts…
Genji is coming closer. Her soft huffs of air sound impossibly cute. There’s no one around to fuck around with so her face is calm and focused as she runs, no winks, no smiles, no trying to rile somebody up by showing off her body…
Just Genji running, tits bouncing beneath the little crop top and hips swaying. She is wearing a grey little slip that makes it look like she is naked, and Angela has to let go of her tit to bite into her fist and remain quiet.
She wants to see Genji’s ass; how the plump cheeks move. She put a lot of padding into them; made sure they are nice and malleable for a hand to grip and squeeze.
She knows in excruciating detail how small and tight Genji’s holes are, hidden away beneath the fabric she is wearing, but she still wants to explore them. She wants to spread Genji’s ass cheeks apart and fuck a dry thumb into her hole. She wants to put her cock against her cute synthetic pussy and watch her face as she starts to grunt fuck inside of her.
Most of all, Angela wants to see the dawning realization that the good, proper doctor actually is just a nasty slut that gets off to her patient’s body.
She thinks Genji would like it. Would probably play along and be the shy, coquettish little cyborg girl that is just there for a medical check-up. She’d spread her knees and let Angela slide a speculum into her neon green snatch even though there is no need at all for it. Even though Angela could just hook Genji up to a computer and have the information she needs right there on the screen.
Genji is close now. Angela is staring at her bouncing tits, her cock dribbling slow and steady towards the forest floor. Genji is so close that Angela is sure if she were to make just a single move, the cyborg would just have to notice her and turn her head to look.
See the good doctor standing badly hidden behind a tree with her tits out and her hard cock swaying in the breeze.
She is frozen to the spot; even her breath stuck in her chest. She wants to… to do something, but she can’t make herself do it. She just has to stand and watch and fantasize as Genji jogs past. Wonder if she can call her into her office and find a nice way to ask her if she wants Angela to design her a nice juicy pair of nipples that she could play with.
Angela switches around quickly, glancing from the other side of the tree so she can watch Genji jog down the path. Like this, she can at least have a good look at the fat cheeks bouncing liberally in time with Genji’s quick, light steps.
Her balls pulse when Genji suddenly lifts a hand and makes a peace sign at nobody in particular.
Angela’s ears are burning.
