bullied in Oasis

Mei made a small, whimpering sound, dragging a gloved hand across her forehead, as the simmering Arabian heat of Oasis made her feel like she was baking alive. “Heh… I think I might be a little overdressed for this mission.”

The city’s climate control was on the fritz, and that left the poor ecologist sweltering.

Luckily, Doctor Angela Ziegler was with her, ready to insist on the poor womans health, above all priorities.

“I think,” She gave her fellow agent a sympathetic smile, “If you intend on surviving zis heat, you must remove some layers of clothing, my dear. That parka and zese heavy snow pants, zey simply must go.”

Mei looked at her a little nervously, sweat running from her temples, “Aheh, maybe when we’re done with our mission. I’ll have to buy some new clothes first, too.”

Angela wasn’t going to be told no, not on this issue, she stood firmly in front of Mei and bashed her staff lightly on the ground. “I’ll remind you, that I am ze commanding officer of zhis mission. And I am ordering you to look after your own health here. Disobey me, and I very well might have you removed from Overwatch.”

Mei laughed a little, glancing around the packed city square they were keeping an eye on. “Very funny, doctor. Your jokes are always so…”

Angela’s face gave no indication she was joking.

“O-okay, I guess I can go back to the hotel, get some money for some new clothes and-“

Angela’s stern face transitioned to what one might generously call severe. “You will remove ze offending clothing. Now, agent. Or you will be discharged.”

Mei gulped, felt a tremor run up her spine.

“Angela, please.”

“One.” The doctor counted, her tone warning.

“There all these people around!”

“Two!”

“I have nothing else to wear!”

“Thr-“

“Stop!” Mei cut in, gulping again, “You win…”

Angela nodded with a smile and took a step back, as Mei started to unlace her gloves, dropping them at her feet, her face turning a bright, beet red, as next came her heavy parka, underneath a simple, form hugging tank top.

D-did Angela just lick her lips? No… Mei was just imagining things.

With shaking hands, Mei grabbed at the waist of her thick pants next, feeling the eyes of every person in the square lock in on her, as she lowered them, trying to kick them off of her ankles, only for them to get caught on her boots, forcing her to bend, sticking her large posterior out for all to see as she fiddled with the laces, kicking them off, before the pants followed, leaving Mei exposed in just her panties and tank top now, covering herself nervously with her hands.

“In my medical opinion,” Mei’s heart sank as Angela spoke up again, a slightly cruel smile playing across her face, “You were so close to heat stroke, it would probably be best to remove as many layers as possible. Strip, miss Zhou.”

Mei’s mouth gaped, but Angela’s raised eyebrow was enough of a warning to get her moving, as men and women all around them leered, as Mei gulped and removed her tank, her fat, heavy tits flopping out to breathe freely, beads of sweat running from her collar now, unimpeded, before rolling down her tummy in small rivulets.

“And?”

Mei was practically neon, as she removed her panties, leaving them atop the pile of her clothes for a moment, which she stooped and tried to pick up, planning on using them to cover herself.

Angela’s staff planted itself in the middle of the pile, pinning them all to the ground. “I vill have zese dry cleaned. An Overwatch agent must be presentable at all times, yes?”

Mei nodded meekly.

“Vunderbar. No, go get your wallet, my dear. And quickly. I do not vant to have to make a call about some foreign streaker to the police, parading indecently through the streets.”

Mei fled the scene as quickly as she could, murmuring apologies as she tried to push through the dense crowd that had formed around the two Overwatch agents, “Sorry. Sorry- So- sorry. Sor- EEE!”

She squeaked as she felt some strangers hand honk her ass, giving it a firm, hard squeeze, before she pushed away.

Another hand stroked her hip as she passed, and Mei just let her head drop, hoping to sink into the floor as she tried to push through.

A woman gave Mei’s ponytail a pull, that made a small whimper pass the ecologists lips, before she got free, her plump body jiggling ever so slightly, as she broke into a jog, starting back towards the hotel, trying to remember the route, as she moved through the streets, the site of her soft, sweaty lined body fleeing through the streets enough to give anyone pause.

Her tits bounced and her ass jiggled, as she ran through the vertically layered streets, before getting trapped on a long escalator between two groups of people, both of which turned to watch her as she dithered on the spot nervously, trying to cover herself.

“Hey, cutie. Wanna come back to my place?”

“N-no thank you, I just- Eep!”

She squealed again, as the man below her grabbed her ass and spread it wide, licking his lips at the sumptuous, plump booty before him.

“P-please stop that, I’m not doing this for sex- I- I just want to-“

As she was busy looking back at them, the man in front and above her gave her tits a grope, the two rubbing and squeezing her as she was trapped between them, her heart beating faster and faster, nervously…

“Oi! Hands off, luvs!”

The molesters dispersed, as a ‘FWIP!’ sound pierced the general noise of the city, Mei’s friends waiting at the top of the escalator, her salvation.

“Angie told us all about yer predicament!” Lena beamed.

Brigitte was at her side, “So we said we’d come and lend some help.”

Mei heaved a sigh of relief, “Oh thank goodness, did you bring me some spare clothes?”

“Naw.” Lena held out a bottle, “Angie said you might need sunscreen, so we thought, that’s pretty easy, we can help ya out! Put some on! Don’t want you getting’ all burnt up!”

“I-“ Mei laughed nervously, “Um- thank you, but I’d really rather just make it to my room and buy some clothes and-“

“It is doctors orders.” Briggite told her. “Not to mention, our commanding officer, Mei.”

“Um, yes, but maybe you guys could just let me off this time and-“

Briggite looked at Lena and a silent message seemed to pass between the two, before Brigitte grabbed Mei by the ponytail, a new crowd forming, as the muscular Swede tugged Mei towards a wall, using her considerable strength, and planted Mei firmly against it, holding her there with an iron grip. “Lena, if you could do the honors?”

The speedy brit zipped over in a flash, rubbing her palms together, “Can do! Aww, but I don’t know if I can get it rubbed in properly, when she’s all sweaty like this!”

Lena leaned in, her tongue extended, before trailing it up a bead of sweat in Mei’s cleavage, licking all the way up to Mei’s neck and swirling it gently over a spot that made poor Mei whimper and press her thighs together.

Briggite gave Lena a cuff on the back of the head, “Quit messing around. We’re meant to be helping her!”

“Boo, you’re no fun!”

Still, Lena obliged, squirting a thick dollop of white into her palm and rubbing them again, before kneeling in front of the panicked Mei and gliding her hands up Mei’s legs, the soft, squishy skin slightly deforming as Lena ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, making no pretence that she wasn’t going to cover every inch of the nude scientist.

Mei shivered as Lena rubbed between her legs, someone in the crowd wolf-whistling as Lena rubbed and stroked the cream in, taking every chance to show off Mei’s body, massaging the white into Mei’s tits with care, making sure not to leave a single millimetre uncovered, thumbing around the slowly hardening nipples and making sure even to get the undersides, before Brigitte spun Mei around, letting Lena rub down Mei’s back as well, the back of the delicious thick thighs, to spread Mei’s enormous booty and tease the hole between briefly…

All in the same of SPF protection, of course.

“Think you’re all set now, luv!”

Lena gave Mei’s ass cheeks a smack each for the road, before standing up, Brigitte letting her go, and giving Mei a harder spank as well. “Better get going now! The hotels’ just up ahead on the right!”

Mei was left once more to escape through a rather handsy crowd, most of which left to follow her, watching the poor scientist escape, leaving behind a rather cheerful looking Hana Song.

“Ya get all that?”

Hana snapped them a thumbs up and showed them her phone, a playback of her recently ended livestream showing, “We got about 60 million live views, and we’re already going viral! This really is the best ad Overwatch has ever paid for!”

Sure, it would make Mei a laughing stock of the climatology world, but hey, Overwatch would probably get like… another agent or two out of this! And everyone (except Mei) agreed that was pretty cool!