Tracer Giantess Vore: Final Edit

>"Alright Anon, get ready!"
>You practiced this so many damn times
>You're tiny, almost a speck in the massive training room you inhabit
>You start running toward the training bot in front of you
>10 meters closer
>They feel like miles to your body
>5 meters closer
>You ready your finger on the growth switch of your size altering suit
>0.1 meters closer
>Activate the switch
>As you grow, you lunge toward the bot with your fist and yell: "Catchphrase!"
>The bot torpedoes into the wall in front of you, utterly decimated
>A wave of relief comes over you. You didn't screw up the attack test.
>Get called back into the office
>"Impressive, Anon. But you've still got lots to learn," says the gorilla, named Winston in front of you
>"You've made Overwatch-"
>Aw yis
>"-But we'll be pairing you up with a mentor to help even out your edges"
>Darn
>"Lena, could you come in?"
>A bright eyed, wild haired, slender woman comes through the door
>As in her beam of light that followed went through the door
>"How ya doin' love?"
>"Lena Oxton will be your mentor and guide through your early days of Overwatch. You'll be sharing quarters until further notice"
>You awkwardly shake her hand and say hi
>You're not thrilled at all about having training wheels
>She picks up on it through your apathetic expression
>"It'll fly by easier than ya think luv!"
>Thought you'd be dreading this but the first few days are tight between you two
>Get along well
>She helps brush up your combat skills
>She seems to know almost each and every question you ask
>You two become good buds
>You both decide to practice target acquisiton together one day
>"See if you can hit me love!"
>All you see around the training room is a towering orange comet dashing around haphazardly
>You start to notice a pattern to her movement
>You ready your trigger and start running
>You jump into the air ready to collide
>You ready your trigger and wait for your fists' impact to let her fly
>You're in the zone
>Born for this moment
>Before you press the trigger in time, you collide into Lena at impact but her sheer speed and your small size sends you soaring
>You feel like you've been hit by a full speed bullet train
>Lena stops running and notices you limp on the floor
>Dashes towards you and picks you up
>"You alright, Love?"
>You can barely muster out a faint "ish"
>Fuck
>Head back to Lena's quarters to try and fix the suit
>Your impact with Lena busted it to all hell
>You were only able to create it through a 1 in a trillion anomaly in the first place
>Your mind starts racing
>"Cheer up Anon! I'm sure we can fix it somehow."
>You and Tracer take the suit to Torbjorn
>Says he can really only fix (much) larger equipment
>You and Tracer take the suit to Winston
>He tells you the circuitry is too delicate to work with in its current state
>You tell Lena to tell Winston you left for "personal reasons", but you're still holed up in her room
>Can't do jack shit in your permanent shrunken state
>No point in a job
>Adapting is almost impossible
>No friends or family
>Only one option left
>You feel any of your attempts alone would probably very hard to execute and result in you feeling even worse
>Lena comes back from a training session
>"Anon, y-you okay?"
>Tell her your feelings
>"A-Anon, I... Oh this is all my fault!"
>She starts bawling
>"Just my luck to ruin the new recruit's life forever"
>An idea sparks to mind
>End it all through the person who last changed you for the better
>You don't want her to step on you as cleaning your body would definitely make her feel worse
>You tell her your idea
>"Anon! To even assume I'd help you with such a-"
>You tell her its the biggest help she could do right now
>Her expression sombers realizing the truth
>You take of your clothes to not harm her
>She delicately picks you up in her soft hands
>She puts you up to her lightly freckled face and has one final warning
>"A-are you sure"
>You tell her surer than you've ever been
>"Can I at least taste you to see if I even WANT to do this?
>You tell her sure
>Lena licks the whole front half of your body
>You're enveloped in a light coat of her saliva
>She pauses for a good few seconds
>Wut
>Her expression lightens
>She brings her mouth to you once more and starts licking randomly
>"Luv, I know it's a trying time, but you taste-"
>She licks again
>She grins
>"Absolutely wonderful!"
>You lightly smirk as you can make her happy to be with you one last time
>She brings your upper body to her lips and eventually to her mouth
>She starts sucking on you like a lolly, licking you clean, and holding you steady from her tightly pressed, soft lips
>Her mouth smells nicer than you thought it would
>She puts her tongue between your crotch and drags your whole body in
>She tosses you around her mouth, occasionally moaning at various volumes in delight at your irresistible flavor
>"Anon, if I knew any better, I'd have eaten you ages ago love!" she manages through a full mouth
>Once she's licked and sucked you dry she starts to tilt her head back delicately ready for you to go down her throat
>You slide down her tongue and find yourself pressed by her throat
>You're ready to slide down and embrace your fate
>But through a blue blur, you're abruptly back up in her tounge
>"Sorry Anon! Just wanted to savor some more love!
>She licks you a bit more
>You slide down for real this time
>Lena can't help but put her hand to her neck and track your descent till you disappear between her breasts
>You start traveling down her esophagus, tightly packed from her strong throat muscles
>You suddenly see a blue stream of light whirling high speed beneath you
>You've reached her chronal accelerator
>You can only guess and fear what happens next
>You start feeling like you're being stretched like Taffy
>You get sucked into the stream almost immediately
>You realize you're passing through all of Lena's lifetime right now
>WHAT THE FUCK
>You abruptly stop in her esophagus surrounded by a gooey mush
>Smells like mashed potatoes
>Yuck
>You get pulled through again
>SHIIIIIIIT
>You stop again but you're pulled back and forth at max speed in her intestines somehow
>You hear faint gunshots outside
>You're in an older battle
>Her movement spins you dizzy
>You're about to throw up
>Luckily you exit out of the stream and into her stomach rather fast
>It's surprisingly clean and soft
>You decide to lay down along her stomach wall
>It feels like you're lying down on a squishy, wet mattress
>You decide to contemplate your last events on Earth
>Outside, Lena lays on her bunk, rubbing her stomach gently to and fro
>You feel her massages on your back
>You think to yourself this was a pretty comfy way to accept the inevitable
>Outside, Lena rests peacefully, slender legs perched on her ottoman
>She can't help but lick her lips while sleeping to grasp what remaining flavor you left
>Lena spends the rest of the day resting from the best meal of her life