Overwatch: Blueberry and Twig

"If we do this...we don't know when, it could be weeks, it could be years, but somewhere down the line she could die, or worse... Sir?"

"...I don't see a problem with that. One less Overwatch agent in the world."

	Cold air nipped at her exposed flesh as she settle down upon a rooftop, her pale blue skin blending in with the carpet of snow. In another time, in another place, she was Amélie Lacroix but right now, she was Widowmaker. Whatever past Widowmaker had didn't matter anymore, instead all that mattered was her target, to ensure that her rifle was trained, and that her bullet wouldn't fail to kill. The sniper had been rewired, experimented on, and then sent to kill.
	The target this time was smaller than Widowmaker's usual marks, an upstart politician that Omnics had started to support. She didn't care why, but Amélie had been sent to make sure the civic servant's work would be left undone. Which is why the sniper now found herself camping on top of a building, nestled into a snow bank. The sniper worked with delicate precision as she prepared her rifle, the single thing that holds meaning to her, her hands making sure nothing will disrupt the bullets exit.
	Even in her leotard, the cold did nothing to Widowmaker, her body refusing to acknowledge the complaints of her skin's nerves. As Amélie toiled away on her gun, she could hear it,the low rumble of a car approaching the asphalt beneath her. The sniper had been assured the target would travel down this street, a fellow Talon operative no doubt causing a disturbance to peel the target's vehicle from its motorcade.
	It was finally time for her moment, the moment she craved, the single second where Widowmaker could feel the heart in her chest again. Swinging her rifle to bear, its stock meeting the sniper's shoulder as she peered down the sights. Already she could see the glint of the target's car, the sun's light bouncing off the sheer black surface of the vehicle. Slowly, Amélie shifted her rifle, the studying the car as it grew near, peering through the tinted windows, dragging her sight across each person in the car. Finally, the sniper saw him, the one who had to die.
	Just like many times before, Widowmaker felt warmth begin to return to her body, the soft thudding of her heart as it toiled filling her ear drums as she focused in on the target's head. The beating of the sniper's heart only grew louder as she steadied her aim, excitement beginning to fill her as she closed in on the kill. It felt as though electricity was pumping through the assassin's body, anticipation filling her from top to bottom as her finger closed around her rifle's trigger. Deep in the recesses of Widowmaker's mind she felt something else however, a faint realization that something was different this time, for some reason she had begun to sweat. Louder and louder, the sniper's heartbeat began to sound like drums beating into her head as her hands grew clammy, warm sweat sliding down her scalp and meeting with the other droplets that spilled from her pores. Distantly, Amélie could make out this feeling, it was a fever, somehow her body had become feverish again. The sniper's finger clenched around the trigger as she moved towards that familiar moment, the moment where she gets to feel the ecstasy of being alive again, and with zero hesitation she pulled the trigger.
	"O-oh!!" Confusion filled Widowmaker's head as she heard a woman gasp, not one of fear or surprise, but instead one of deep lust, and it took her only a second to realize it had come from her. Pleasure shot into the sniper's head like a bullet to the skull, the second she had pulled the trigger, her leotard had snapped open, the fabric torn as a sweaty length thrust out from her lower lips. Biting her lips, Amélie tried to hold back her drooling as she felt two orbs force themselves out from inside her, a loud plop filling the air as her new ballsack swung back and forth. A deep pleasure filled the widow's mind, melting her rational thought, as she felt her lower lips seal around the new flesh between her legs, her new length throbbing as it grew longer and thicker. "A-aahh, f-f-fuck!" The once calm sniper's voice came out in stutters as she felt her body boil in arousal, the orbs between her legs growing heavy as her body pumped more mass into them, bringing the femme fatale to her knees.
	"Ffff-mnh!" As Amélie's sweaty ballsack grew, its dark blue flesh dipped into the snow beneath her, the sniper struggling to hold back the moan of ecstasy as her package felt the cold ice. Already, the sniper's new sack was twice the size her head and it grew in spurts that made her groan each time, prefacing a splurt of warm, steamy pre from her cockslit. Widowmaker's shaft on the other hand continuing to aim straight ahead, thicker than her legs and getting to the length of her sniper rifle, as though it were trying to replace it. The assassin's world was melting into a wave of pleasure as she continued to grow these inhumanely large sex organs, drool now escaping her lips before drizzling down her chin as she fought to contain her moans and gasps of ecstasy.
	It felt as though she were winning, that Widowmaker wouldn't lose to this cock that was trying to replace her rational thought, her rifle, her world. But as hope grew in Amélie, so did a sudden twist inside of her. Just as instantaneous as the appearance of the two sex organs on her crotch, a prostate blossomed deep inside of Widowmaker. The organ meant only for men pushing everything inside of her out of the way as it inflated with fluid, warm fluid seeking to escape. Amélie's mind couldn't take the stress anymore, her brain snapping in half as she cried out, "Ouuuuuuhhhhh!!"
	Instead of the beating of her heart, Amélie's ears filled with the thumping of her ballsack and prostate working together as she fired off her first payload, her massive cock shuddering and flexing as she fired off her thick cream. The sniper's musk filled the air as her sweat-covered shaft's head dilated, gouts of snotty sperm landing and melting into the snow banks on the rooftop. "Ah, c-cum! Cum! Cuuumm!" The mind-shattered Amélie shouted words of encouragement to her perverse length as she tainted the cement roof of the building, staining it with her scent and DNA. All Widowmaker could do was blather on about cum as she shivered in pure ecstasy, all of her training and knowledge being shot out of her in large loads of sperm, each splurt of her shaft ensuring she'd stay hooked on the feeling of firing off cum from her nasty cock. But all things must come to an end, and the constant salvos of DNA coming from the sniper's shaft began to slow down until finally a trickle of cum oozed from her cock's lips, the dregs of Widowmaker's climax.
	"Haaah...haah..." She was soaked in her sweat, and even some of her cum had landed back onto Amélie, but as she remained crouched in the snow, her ballsack seeming to steam as its warm surface nestled into the ice beneath it, both of her hands began to enwrap the dark blue shaft. "N-need...To let out...More nasty sperm~. G-gotta stain the world in my jizz~!"