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Televoretation

Summary:

Symmetra makes use of her teleportation technology to devour and digest, and then dispose the enemy team.

Though it often went unacknowledged, Symmetra was among, if not flat-out the most powerful of the many members of Overwatch. The potential of her reality-warping hard light and teleportation abilities were quite literally limitless, and she was about to show the enemy team one of its most exciting applications.

Symmetra was always practical, logical, and pragmatic, and as a result was never really one for psychological warfare. But today, for whatever reason, she was feeling particularly indulgent. She places laser turrets along the hall in which she waited, but the point of these were not to defeat her opponent, merely to slow down an entrap them so she could get to the real fun.

Just a few seconds after she'd constructed it, a fly had already stumbled into her web. Tracer darted down the hallway with a trio of blink jumps, foolishly assuming that the enemy wouldn't find her here, so far away from the epicenter of the fight. She was wrong, and after performing her third blink, she found her body ensnared by tendrils of glowing blue light, which illuminated the curvaceous form of Symmetra as she emerged from the darkness.

"Dammit!" Tracer grunted as she fought against her restraints. Symmetra drew closer, wordlessly; the only sound she produced was a deep, hollow rumbling from her stomach...

Symmetra placed her arms around Tracer's waist, and then lifted the Brit up, tilting her body slightly so that her feet were pointed towards her mouth. Her open, wet, gaping mouth, which she slowly lowered Tracer into, starting with her wriggling toes...

A wave of shock shot through Tracer's body. She...she wasn't really going to eat her, was she?
No, that was impossible, and yet she could feel Symmetra's tongue wetly gliding across her soles, as if she was taking in her taste.

Tracer's eyes snapped shut in a moment of instinctual panic. Everything after that was a blur, but some amount of time later, she felt her entire body enveloped on all sides by something wet, slick, and slimy. This sudden change compelled her to open her eyes, but when she did, she found that her surroundings weren't much less dark than when she had closed them. In the faint amount of available light, she could make out the pinkish color of the fleshly walls around her, and the hissing pool of liquid which about a third of her body was submerged in. Tracer was beginning to put together the reality of her situation, it wasn't until she heard a muffled but resounding belch coming from outside of her gooey prison that her suspicions were confirmed. Somehow, Symmetra had swallowed her whole.

BHOOOOOOOOOOOWRRPP!!!

"Phew, excuse me!" Symmetra said. Symmetra abhorred belching in private, much less in front of someone else, although the "someone else" in this case was technically inside of rather than in front of her. And yet, she found herself taking an odd sort of pleasure in that utterly rude release of pent-up gas, as a further show of superiority against her thoroughly humiliated foe. As if squirming around helplessly in her stomach wasn't enough.

The front of Symmetra's dress rode up, and was now draped over-top of the massive orb of bloated brown flesh that her belly had become. Her massive midsection bulged, shifted, and shook, as the hyperactive Brit imprisoned within was having a predictably difficult time sitting still.

"You're just wasting your energy," she said, resting both hands against her belly. She could feel Tracer's movement within that engorged organ against her palms, and the sensation utterly fascinated her. "It should take a few hours at most for the digestive process to complete. And then a few more for the excretory, although you won't be around for that. Don't worry, your last moments in my belly may be painful, but they won't be lonely. In fact, I hear some company coming around the corner right now."