Chapter 1 - Mercy | Mistress's Chocolate

An alternate version of the original story's Chapter 6.
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[2 weeks earlier]

Sunlight warmed the room after a cold night in Egypt, shined upon the 2 figures. One was standing, her back rested on the wall. She was blue skinned, her long, dark hair hanged loose on the face of a goddess, her yellow eyes enjoyed the view below from the window next to her. 
The other one was a blonde. Her skin was smooth and pale, a bit too pale after not being able to receive some Vitamin D for a while, enjoyed the soft warmth of a sunrise. Her head was at the same level with the other woman's crotch. And they were connected by 14 inches of cockmeat, which rapidly went in and out of the blonde's drooling mouth. Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...

Well, it was just the usual thing for Mercy every morning: Giving herself a good breakfast to start a new day. 

Oh how she had enjoyed her well deserved sleep last night. It was so wild, having lesbian sex with her sister in the middle of a pyramid, with the elevated arousal of fearing they would get caught by the guard. And indeed, they were. But that guard was now sound asleep in the next room, beside the fake-titted bimbo. And yes, last night she had slept with the Mistress without her stupid sister interfering. They said drinking a glass of warm milk at night would help you sleep better. Which was exactly what Mercy did, even though she did not have that issue. And know what: it was the best sleep she ever had in her life, with the cold body she worshipped lying next to her.

Yes, Widowmaker - her Mistress - the person she had sworn to dedicate her entire life to serve. For the last 6 months, Mercy felt what she achieved was even more than all she had done before in her life. Well, she hadn't contributed so much as one of the most talented doctors in her age, but who cared? She got her Mistress to worry about. Apart from doing daily health check and taking care of science-related tasks given to her, Mercy's most favorited and enjoyed job was to train to become the best cocksucker for her Mistress. Oh, she was so enthusiastic about that job, that she even practiced during her meals! And that was true happiness, that she couldn't live a single day without deepthroating that blue sausage deep inside. Several times.

All those months of smart and hard work paid off. Mercy learned to read that cock so well you could say it was now a part of her body. And if her Mistress called, the doctor would answer with her newfound skills. Circling the tip of her tongue on the cockhead, and especially the urethra, drawing some good precum out for a taste of heaven, which stimulated her nerves to produce more saliva. A mouth full of spit which would lubricate that blue fuckstick all the way inside until it reached the end of her neck. And for that, she had finally learned how to control her gag reflexes, now her throat couldn't close without her Mistress's permission. And she won't allow even her subconcious to disobey her Mistress's words.

Above her, Widow arched her head, faced the ceiling with a sensually satisfied expression. One hand on the blonde's head, carressed her pet with lots of affection. Of course she didn't have to grab it to shove her cock inside, because the skilled doctor was always willing to take all the length inside, covered the fuckmeat with her warm, slippery pipe of a throat. "Ahh... Now that's some fancy cock sucking, doctor. You are pretty good." 

Oh, how she loved hearing Mistress's compliments. They were the music to her ears and urged her to find better ways to show how much she treasured the goddess. A goddess who would give you delicious meals everyday as long as you wholeheartedly worshipped her, now that was a deity worth serving. And actually, Mercy found one way to show her dedication. And now was the time, as she could hear low moans sometimes escaped during the uneven pace of breaths above. It was time for a little push.

Mercy dragged the huge meatstick barely out of her throat to unblock the passage to her lungs, and took one big breath. And then instantly, she forced it all inside again. Through practices and medical intervention, Mercy could hold her breath for 3 minutes. And those 3 minutes was the time given for her show. She brought one hand to her neck, which was bulged out with a hot rod stuffed inside, and then grabbed it. A handjob within a blowjob. Her slender fingers pushed up her throat, stroking her Mistress cock more tightly with the sloppy substance. Her thumb pressed up on the tip from the outside, and along with her gag relfexes, squeezed it tightly from the outside.

Widow instantly opened her eyes and looked down to see what was causing the cramps on her dick. With fluttered eyes, Mercy stared back at her, her hand still kept on going - even stronger now, which hurted her gullet a bit. But with the anticipation of her deserved meal coming up as the cockmeat started throbbing hard, and seeing the cruel yet affectionate smile of her Mistress, it was worth every bit of her effort. Widow was on the edge, and that little push worked. Hands forcefully grabbed the sides of her personal doctor's head, she pushed it way up to the bottom, buring Mercy's nose to her crotch. "Take the meal you crave for, slutdoctor! Take it all!" 

But on the other hand, the cumwhore, now staring straight at her Mistress, wasn't actually seeing or hearing anything either, as her eyes rolled up, tears leaked down on her pretty face, dissolved her eyeliners, while she experienced what felt like being suffocated by a huge sausage as her mouth stretched wider than she ever had to. Now she looked nothing like Angela Ziegler - the respectable doctor who would do anything to help the poor and the sick, but Angela Ziegler - the biggest personal cumwhore of Widowmaker, who was always ready to suck and swallow baby batter for food, no matter where it came from - either freshy produced or poured on a dirty ground. And if her Mistress asked her to take the rod all inside before receiving her meal? She would be more than happy to comply.

But did she care? Absolutely not, as exquisitely tasty flavours invaded her senses. Loads after loads of delicious liquid food poured directly on her tongue, then passed her gullet, and finally filled her stomach. So yummy! She could taste not only the food, but the seasonings added to it as well! Vinegar, honey, olive oil, even rosemary, all elevated the quality of that beef filet, served with crispy fries. Nothing beats a beefsteak for breakfast! Even while being in pain due to suffocation and her mouth was overstuffed, Mercy's face still showed a blissful expression along with an insane grin. Which didn't match at all, and looked so stupid Widow could laugh. But she was still busy cumming. So, another time maybe.

As the flows finally started to subdue, Mercy was running out of air as well. Lifted the fuckstick with care, she slowly let it slide out bit by bit, while her juicy lips still wrapped around so tightly, washed her Mistress clean and refused to waste any droplet of that delicious cockjuice. Small spurts of semen continued to paint her gullet white as half of the entire length was dragged out, and Mercy took the chance to gasp for air right after every spurt. Blood was back on her face again as she slowly gained composure. "Beef...steak... so... delicious..." She managed to gurgle with her conciousness barely got back to the plane of the living.

Finally, when the cockhead was out, Mercy gave it a wet, loud kiss, sucking everything left from the sensitive urethra, still throbbed after a good facefuck. Then she lifted her head up, closed her eyes to savor the taste one last time, before swallowing it all with a Gulp. It would be a fairly long while until she could taste beefsteak again, she knew that. But more new flavors will come tomorrow and later, so it was okay. And then she opened her mouth, to show the Mistress that her good slut had eaten the whole meal without spilling any bit.

"I see you have learned something new today. I like it. Well done, doctor." Widowmaker smiled enthusiasticly upon the satisfied and stupid thankful face of her personal doctor. Everytime she fed the ever-hungry cumslut, she would always see this face. But somehow she never grew bored of it. Somehow all the faces she saw were unique, probably it was because of the flavor Mercy tasted that changed everytime. So, today was beefsteak. Noted. Hah, Widow felt like she was a chef, enjoying her gourmet's appetite. Speaking of which, she needed breakast too. Damn, she could hear her stomach groaned all of a sudden, as a large amount of nutrients she absorbed was turned into cum and was forced out of her.

"Thank you, Mistress... Ahh..." Mercy moved her tongue around inside her mouth to search for anything left of it. The whore wasn't born poor. Never knew what it felt like to starve. But now she was surely the person who treasured food the most in this world. To the point that she would lap it on a toilet if she dropped any food there.
 
Well, definitely Widow would treat herself after another succesful mission, but there was still work to do. Seeing that her slave's gourmand orgasm subdued, she  lifted her arm up, still grabbing a handful of blonde hair, and Mercy looked up at her, the still-dazed eyes focused immediately on the purple lips as they moved.

"Ready for another day of good work, doctor?"

"Yes, Mistress." The whore nodded instantly.

"Good. Now, go back home and prepare our stuff. And the package too. I will return once i'm done here. Oh, and your sister won't be able to attend our trip, so don't bother."

And thus Mercy left the apartment with a bloated belly while Widow waited for the guard and her bimbo to wake up. 

A trip with just her and the Mistress? Without the annoying bimbo who always craved for cum in her ass? That was a dream Mercy never dared to think about. But on second thought: how can the stupid whore survive for one day without either of them to take care of her? 
Thoughts flowed in her mind as she was packing their stuff, separating what to be loaded into the transporter and what to be brought with her - mostly research data, so she could continue working on plane. And then she came across the experiment samples. Well, she had found what she needed to know in her Mistress's blood, so there was no need to keep these blood samples anyway. 

But there were 2 more on the table. One was stored inside a cylinder just like the blood samples, only that it was yellow, transparent and more dilute. Another was stored in a box, in which colors and shapes varied. Some were dark-brown solid cluts, some was a yellow-brown log, and some was mushy brown mass. And as they were stored there for a whole week, the mass extracted some sort of liquid. Yes, those were piss and stool samples. Scientifically speaking, she no longer had any use for the those two. But well, it was actually not all about a scientific purpose when Mercy asked her Mistress for those. It was for her own problem.

Six months ago, her life changed forever. Not just about her career. It was also the way she took in nutrients. With her palate changed permanently by her Mistress, everything she had considered "food" before became masses with cum-flavor. And then she learned that every kind of flavor she knew could be found in her Mistress's dickmilk. Every time she swallowed that thick and gooey juice, she tasted a different dish, all of them were the most yummy food she ever tasted. Dip cup, Taco, Pasta, Enchilada rice, a fresh apple, and for today's morning: Beefsteak! Maybe she would get some ice cream from eating frozen cum too? Well, there were other things which tasted nice as well, but they didn't change from time to time. For example, her juices always tasted like strawberries. And Tracer's was peanut butter. 

Oh, but how was that possible? As a doctor, Mercy was so curious. At first she even had tried to see if she could revert what had been done to her. But that stubbornness faded away after one week drinking that (un)holy water 5 times a day, sometimes 6 if the Mistress was so kind to reward her hard work, and she could never say no. Who could blame her anyway? Her hunger was so great that nothing could kill it, and the cockjuice was the only thing being able to subdue it temporarily. After 5 hours without being fed, she couldn't feel or think of anything other than that she was starving, but since her Mistress treated her servants so well, she never had to suffer again. Being able to eat any kind of food she wanted just by staying loyal to her Mistress. If there was any kind of offer better than that, then it could only be a trick of the demons. 
What a coincidence. When she had encountered her colleague after a whole year as the latter went missing, she had thought that whoever had done all those things to Tracer definitely was a demon. But for the first time in her life, she felt so good to be wrong. 

Oh, and more importantly, she could eat as much as she wanted, but she couldn't get fat! Isn't that what every single woman in this world dreams of?

But well, humans were born with greed. There are things they don't really need to live happily, but they still want to have. In Mercy's case, she didn't shit anymore. No, not really. She still had the need for defecation. But it was not feces that got extracted from her asshole. For example, right here and now. Mercy suddenly felt something not nice in her belly, and ran to the bathroom. Pulled her black skirt down, she grunted and pushed her sphincter. A wet fart escaped and she blushed at how loud and stinky it was. Thankfully her Mistress wasn't here. 
The cumbag she called her stomach extracted all the juices it had stored from her late night snack yesterday. Hot white-yellow liquid went out instantly below. Oh, it looked and felt as if she had diarrhea. The stench was so foul. Well, when she first found out about this, she wasted no time to swipe the handle to wash it all away. But for the recent weeks...
She inhaled a deep breath at the rotten disgusting smell which could make anyone puke. She even moaned, her hand wandered to her crotch. But then she remembered that her Mistress could return anytime, and she still had a job to do. Thus she cleaned herself, stood up and washed her hands. Upon facing the mirror in the bathroom, she looked closely at her image. Six months had passed. Her entire life changed. For better, or for worse? She definitely had no regret pledging her loyalty for the blue skinned hermaphrodite goddess, but she - one of the brightest minds of her age, felt the urge to touch herself while sniffing her own fart?

Her appearance didn't change much. In fact, she felt like she looked better than before. Maybe it was because she was given endless joy and happiness. And if it felt so good, then it couldn't be wrong, right? She stared at her own face up close, stretched her mouth open. This was the kind of face her Mistress saw when she worshipped the blue cock. And was her mouth always able to open this wide before? Couln't quite remember. Her hands wandered on her plain stomach. Just now it was still bloated with 2 meals of cum inside, stretching her tight shirt. Now she felt empty again. Maybe she would ask her Mistress to put in it something which would stay inside longer. Something like... a baby?

So, yeah, those were Mercy's knew problems that the brilliant brain hadn't found solutions yet. Her sense of smell didn't change quite much. She still knew which smelled like perfume and which smelled like shit. But at the same time she felt aroused and wanted to get off by inhaling rancid farts. That was why she still needed the two samples. 

Facing at her own self, she felt scared of what she was becoming. And it was not because of anyone or anything. It was her. Falling into a dark pit. 
And was there such a thing called the bottom in the first place?

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[The present] 
(From the beginning of the original chapter to "A beautiful little creature with blue skin and just as perfect as her Mistress?")

Mercy shuddered and felt how delicious cramps shot through her overstuffed stomach. She was so full that she could feel how her intestines were filled with cum too.

"Head in the game, Doctor!" Widowmaker hissed and Mercy gasped, snapped out of her thoughts. That's right, she still had a job to do! She pulled her hand away from her stomach and started to work on those perfectly shaped legs. She didn't pay any attention to the other woman that entered the bathroom. Well, half a woman. 

"Sombra, get over there and wait until I'm done cleaning myself." Widowmaker ordered and the cyborg-hacker did as she was told. She was still naked and screaming on the inside, but her artificial limbs and her lips did not obey her anymore.

"Yes, Mistress." She stopped next to the door and Widowmaker gave her a cruel look.

"It's okay, you might watch. I won't judge you. Go ahead." Well, Sombra didn't want to watch. But it was not like she had a choice. Her eyes did as they were told and she had to watch the whole show.

"Hmm, I know you like what you see. It arouses you." the assassin moaned while Mercy continued to clean her Mistress's legs. Sombra whimpered when she felt how her body started to heat up. Oh damn, that blue-skinned bitch's words could even change the way she felt? She was in deep shit right now.

"You know, I should be angry at you Sombra. For what you did. You played your game back then when we attacked Volskaya Industries. And I took the blame. But I forgive you. the assassin cooed. I am a good Mistress, am I not?" she asked and looked down at Mercy, who just nodded.

"Yes, Mistress! You are so goo...*burp*....good, Mistress." Mercy groaned while a small trickled of cum dripped out of the corner of her mouth.

"That's right. Take a look at the good Doctor down here. She once was a self-respecting doctor, the brightest mind of her generation. And what now? She is nothing but a cheap cum-slut!" Widowmaker hissed and all Mercy managed to do was to moan in shame. And shame felt good. "But words are wasted, my dear Sombra. Here, let me show you how far the good Doctor has fallen. I am sure that you will enjoy this...eventually." Well, that didn't sound good. Widowmaker groaned and pressed her hand against her own belly. 

Make sure to take in all the details, Sombra. This is what true happiness looks like. the assassin cooed and Sombra was about to ask what this was all about in her mind when Widowmaker leaned forward and...

...release a loud and nasty fart.

"Ahhhnnn...Mistress, it stinks so much!" Mercy suddenly moaned. But no one witnessing this scene would believe her words over her actions. She leaned forward and her eyelids started to flutter when she inhaled the stench of the fart. Sombra's eyes widened in disgust, but she wasn't able to do anything. She was forced to watch how Widowmaker released another nasty fart, this one even louder than the first one. 

"Hmmm...I guess I didn't empty myself for quite some time now. How does that sound, Doctor? Are you still hungry?" Widowmaker moaned and looked over her shoulder and into Mercy's eyes. The Doctor was speechless with fear and astonish, unconciously put her hand on her bloated belly again. She was so full, there was no more room inside her stomach or her bowels. But she always needed more. If her Mistress wanted to give her another snack, she abosultely won't decline that offer.

But no, Mercy knew that it was not a load of cockjuice that she was going to swallow directly into her stomach. This stuff was stored inside her Mistress's bowels, and she would have to chew them first. However, there was a more important question.

Why did her Mistress ask her to do such a thing?

Widow could see the confusion in her slave's eyes. She started to laugh and released another gassy fart. The foul stench was so strong that it started to fill the bathroom and Sombra felt the urge to puke. But her body even denied her that and so she was forced to gag without emptying her stomach.

A loud PFFFFFFRRRRRR-sound escaped Widowmaker's butthole and the blue-skinned assassin moaned as if she had just orgasmed. Her cock started to throb and grow hard again. Wait, was she getting off by farting?

"Hghnn, you like this, don't you Sombra? This is exactly what you love. That smell, that rotten smell." No. No, she didn't like it! She wanted to get out of here, wanted to breath some fresh air. Yet the moment Widowmaker told her that she was supposed to like it, the chip in the back of her neck made sure that this was accurate. Sombra could feel how her pussy started to throb in need. So that's it? Widowmaker would fart into her face in order to humiliate her?

Oh, it would get far worse than that.

"Ha ha ha. You see this? Take a good look." She grunted at the hacker while turning the water off and licked her lips while a pained expression appeared on her face. Soon her forehead was covered with sweat. Was she...in pain? But then Widowmaker looked down at Mercy. "Six months ago she was such a brilliant mind that wanted to help people. And now? Now the only thing she can think off is to feed of my cum...and my shit. Oh, and she even dream of finding a way to carry my child. Ain't that lovely?" The moment Mercy heard those words her eyes widened in shock and she dropped the piece of soap.

"Mi-Mistress?" she asked with a shocked tone in her voice. Widowmaker looked down at her personal doctor and gave her a cruel grin.

"It is cute to see how you think that you could keep secrets from me, Doctor. But I've been in this business for far too long. It is amusing to see how hard you try though. I know what you did. How you asked me for urine and stool samples, only to sniff at them while I wasn't watching. Did it smell good for you? Oh, and about the baby? You really had wholeheartedly worked on that project, and you know what? It is never wrong finding more ways to worship me, so i shall allow it. Well, should you succeed in finding a way I might consider granting your request one day."

That...that was unexpected. Mercy didn't know what to think or say.

"I...I...uhm...Mistress, I..."

"Stop stuttering, you stupid thing." Widowmaker cooed. "You know that I have no use for broken toys. And I am aware of the fact that you want me to fuck you like I fucked your bimbo sister. But right now I would just ruin your holes. So if you find a way to stay tight, forever tight, I might consider it. However, until then we can do something about that other fetish of yours." When Mercy heard that, she felt nothing but happiness.

"But first things first, doctor. I asked the question. Are you gonna answer me or not?" The assassin snarled. She could feel how her own bowels started to shift and move and how something worked its way towards her butthole. Mercy knew what her Mistress was talking about. Up till now it had been nothing but a dream, her own twisted fantasy that she hadn't shared with anyone, and was even scared thinking about it. But her Mistress knew everything, it was impossible to have secrets from her. Mercy knew after this, there would be no going back, as she would sink to the bottom. But would it be that bad? As long as she could be with her Mistress, then nothing should matter anymore. And if that was what her Mistress demanded, then saying "No" wasn't even an option. 

All of her fear was slowly fading away.

"Yes, Mistress. P-please give it to me. I... i want it all." That caused Widowmaker to smile.

"Good answer. Now prepare for your meal!" And then the assassin started to grunt and pushed her ass right towards Mercy's face. All Sombra could do was to watch in horror what was about to happen. No, those two couldn't be serious!

Even though her stomach was filled to the brim with cum, she was suddenly hungry again. It was coming! Widowmaker started to grunt when she felt how the stuff inside her colon started to move towards the exit. Her pucker was pushed outside and another fart escaped her perfectly shaped ass. It hit Mercy and the cumslut moaned in joy when she saw that her dream was about to turn into reality.

And that's when Sombra knew that she in deep shit. Literally.

"Get ready!" Widowmaker snarled. "Here comes your food!"

The blonde opened her mouth wide and leaned forward. Mercy looked at the asshole right in front of her. Everything about her Mistress was perfect, and the blue pucker was no exception. Even for Tracer, who always had her ass tight and nice as new thanks to the chrono-device, her butthole still look pretty much deformed of an O-ring. Her eyes widened in glee and she watched how that beautiful asshole started to twitch and then it opened itself. It was round and puffy. This asshole, it was so...

So kissable.

"Oh yesssss, that's the spirit!" The assassin moaned when she felt the soft lips of her doctor touching her twitching pucker. It was like a kiss, only utterly wrong. Lips weren't supposed to kiss that place, yet it felt so good that both women moaned in delight. Yes, it was a kiss. A kiss that showed their true relationship. And then it was time.

Sombra wanted to close her eyes and turn away, but Widowmaker just looked over to her and hissed: "No! You will watch and enjoy it all! This is what you truly crave after all!" And so Sombra watched how the assassin grunted again. And then she pushed that long brown log of shit out of her mouth and directly into Mercy's waiting mouth. And Mercy? Squealed like a bitch in heat when the taste of her Mistress's shit filled her senses. She had fantasized about this for weeks now. It hadn't happened at once, no. Part of her wanted it, part of her didn't. All it needed was a little push. It had been a process, one that had now reached its final conclusion. Who would accept Mercy after this? Who would still see the respectable doctor and not a cum-and shit-hungry whore?

The answer was simple: No one would.

This action would bind her to her Mistress not only in body, but also in soul.

From brilliant doctor to private toilet.

Sombra was forced to watch how Widowmaker pressed out more and more brown shit. It went directly into Mercy's mouth who squealed again when the taste of filth filled her senses.

The taste.

THE TASTE!!

Like said, even though her sense of taste had been changed permanently, her sense of smell didn't. The smell made her want to vomit. But not the taste. There was no word to describe what she tasted. Even her high intelligence didn't know how to express it. She had never tasted anything like this before. Well, actually, no one else had. And no one else will. Mercy smiled blissfully with a mouth still full of heaven food, as she realized this was the blessing given to her and just her alone by the goddess she worshipped.

And that's when she came.

Hot juices sprayed from her puffy cunt and her eyes rolled back into the back of her skull. She was flying on auto-pilot and the moment the disgusting feces entered her mouth she started to chew. It was utterly debasing, yet everything Mercy felt was pleasure and even more pleasure. She greedily devoured the brown mass and could feel how it slid down her greedy throat. Her belly was still filled to the brim with cum, but she didn't care. This was what she had hoped for after all!

She was a doctor, so she knew that you should never overstuff yourself. But right now she wasn't a doctor, but a shit-craving whore. She pressed her face even harder against the cold ass of her Mistress and started to make out with Widowmaker's asshole. It was the lowest and filthiest kind of kiss you could imagine. This was where she belonged. Mercy's mouth wasn't meant to kiss other mouths, it was meant to kiss assholes and become a living toilet. And taste the best dish ever existed in this universe. 

Speaking of which, as a new flavor, it definitely needed a name. Mistress's chocolate? Sounds pretty nice, but she would have to think carefully. And think later. Because there was still plenty for her to devour.

"Aggghh! Watch it, Doctor!" Widowmaker snarled. "Here comes a big one!" The shit stopped, but only for a second. A rancid fart left her ass and Mercy gurgled in ecstasy when it hit her. Her mouth was still filled with shit and she was barely able to swallow it all down when the next portion moved trough Widowmaker's bowels. The assassin looked over to Sombra and could see the panicked expression on the cyborgs face.

"Now, I understand that this might be not what you had in mind when you did... this" Widowmaker pointed with her finger at Sombra's augmented body. "...to yourself. But believe me: You will like it here. Eventually. If you behave. And to show you that I can be a benevolent mistress, you may touch yourself now."

"Yes, Mistress." Sombra said and her arms started to work on her pussy again. Her metallic fingers forced their way into her tight snatch and her body betrayed her by flooding her whole body with pleasure. Well, the part that wasn't artificial.

"Hmm, see?" Widowmaker cooed. "This isn't so bad, Sombra. Can you feel these fingers inside your pussy? Can you feel this pleasure? It is obedience. It feels good, doesn't it?" And Sombra could indeed feel how her metallic fingers stretched her tight snatch wide.

"Yes, Mistress." Sombra just replied, even though she just wanted to strangle that bitch to death. But instead she was rewarded with another orgasm.

Ahhhhnnnn! Sombra whimpered, but that was the only sound her throat could produce. 

"That's right, take a good look at me!" Widowmaker ordered. Sombra wanted to look away, but she couldn't. She watched both in horror and pleasure how the next load of shit exited Widowmaker's ass. This time it wasn't a solid and firm log, but mushy brown shit. Mercy moaned again and tried to swallow as much as possible. Delicious cramps started to shot through her belly when all that shit entered her stomach that was still full of cum. By now a lot of that cum had worked its way through her bowels and Mercy could feel how the pressure inside her rectum rised.

The blonde was no longer able to swallow all of it and felt how the mushy brown substance covering most of her mouth. She felt how the shit wandered over her chin and fell on her nicely shaped tits before it landed on her bloated belly.

"Hmmmmm!" she moaned and Widowmaker looked at her shit-eating doctor.

"Hahaha, look at you. You can't even eat properly! Quite the mess you made!"

"Shhhoooorrryy, Missstressshhhh!!!" Mercy managed to gurgle. But that's when suddenly more cramps started to work their way through her guts. She groaned when she felt how the pressure inside her own rectum started to get out of control.

"Misstreeeessss!!!" Mercy howled while the shit dripped from her chin. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and that's when her own pucker finally stopped working.

All the cum inside her bowels started to force its way out of her asshole. A long and wet cumfart echoed through the small bathroom and a stupid grin appeared on Mercy's shit-covered face. She could feel how her own asshole started to yield and when it opened a hot and neverending stream of cum leaked out of her bowels. It wasn't the white cum she had ingested though. By now it was mixed with her own shit and had turned into a stinking yellow-brownish mass.

A loud PFFFFFFRRRR-sound echoed through the bathroom and Mercy felt how her own ass felt like it was on fire! Now that her pucker had given up, there was nothing that kept all that cum and inside the filthy cumbag Mercy considered her belly. She could feel how the filthy solution splashed on the floor beneath her legs and soon it covered with her own legs. The feeling was unbelievable, far better than anything she had hoped for.

Suddenly you could hear how water hit the ground. But it wasn't the shower. No, Mercy had simply decided to relieve herself by pissing right in front of everyone. Not that it mattered anymore. She grabbed a mushy piece of shit that was still on her nicely shaped breasts and shoved it into her greedy mouth.

"Shooo tasshtyyy!" she moaned and came again. There was no hope left for her anymore. She was lost.

Mercy started to finger her own pussy and could feel how her own shit-covered fingers lipped into her tight snatch. Now that her secret was out she looked like she was...elevated? Like there was a new purpose she had to work on. The blonde moaned again and again.

"Hmm, you seem to be quite proficient at toilet-duties, Doctor." Widowmaker cooed while Mercy continued to devour her Mistress's filth. The assassin looked over to Sombra who was still fingering herself to another orgasm.

"Hmm, does it turn you on? Of course it does." If I remember correctly you were quite the scat-whore when we met for the first time, isn't that right?

WHAT? NO! No, she had never been into scat and...

"Yes, Mistress."

Oh fuck. 

The cruel smile returned to Widowmaker's face and brushed with her tongue over her juicy lips.

"Don't hold back, Sombra. You don't have to act all good and proper in front of me. Go ahead! Fist yourself up the ass and dig in!"

Oh no! NONONONONO!

"Thank you, Mistress." Sombra just replied and she could feel how her metallic fingers started to wander towards her own ass.

"Don't mention it. We both know that you're quite the greedy scat-whore that can only truly cum with her own fist up her ass and a mouth full of shit. So by all means: Don't let me stop you." Her new Mistress said before she moaned in pleasure when Mercy started to suck on her dirty asshole once more. Sombra tried to fight it, tried to scream, but it was pointless. She could feel how her mechanic fingers pressed against her tight pucker and her eyes widened in shock. 

It felt good!

Seriously, this was bad! Why did her asshole feel so good all of the sudden?

"It's okay, you can tell us how much you enjoy yourself." Widowmaker cooed and Sombra cursed on the inside. But her mouth betrayed her once more.

"Thank you, Mistress! It feels so good, Mistress!" And then her cold fingers slipped into her tight ass and she moaned like a cheap slut. But you know what was the worst thing? That it actually felt good! The moment her mechanical fingers entered her ass, she came immediately. It was meant to hurt, yet all she felt was wonderful pleasure. Her artificial legs didn't grow weak and her metallic hand forced itself deep into her bowels. And that's when she could feel how these mechanical fingers hit something. Something hard. She groaned in discomfort and pleasure when she felt how her bowels started to shift and move.

"Cu...Cu...CUUUUUMMMINNNNG!!!" Sombra finally screamed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Unspeakable pleasure wrecked her whole body, but her limbs didn't move even one inch. Her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out while her fist continued to move deeper into her rectum. But it didn't stop there. As soon as her fist was firmly embedded inside her own backside, she started to do what she had never done before: Her fingers started to grab something and pull it out of her own ass. It felt unreal! It felt like she was taking the biggest shit of all time, yet it felt so damn good!

"Tell me: How do you feel? Tell me that you want this." She could hear Widowmaker chuckle. Sombra's mouth tried to form words and she tried her best to fight the next orgasm, but she failed miserably. Sombra threw her head back and screamed in orgasmic delight. This was too much!

She had tried anal before, but it hadn't been her cup of tea. But this was different. It was as if her whole ass was on fire, but it was the good kind of fire. The kind you could get addicted to. She felt how her artificial hand slipped out of her ass...

...and with it a huge amount of shit that fell right on the floor.

Ahhhhhh!!! Sombra screamed when her sphincter simply stopped working and a long log of shit dropped out of her gaping asshole. And what did Sombra do? She came.

"That's right, push that shit out of your filthy hole, my little buttslut." she could hear Widowmaker hiss. And it since it did sound like an order Sombra did as she was told.

"My...my asssss, cuuuumiiinnng!!!" She howled while she continued to push with all of her might. The flow of shit didn't seem to stop and a stupid expression appeared on her face.

"Oh, so much! But don't you just leave it there! Come on, take a bite. I know you love it. And don't you dare to stop fisting yourself." Sombra was unable to form a clear thought, but she knew what was going to happen. She witnessed how she knelt down, grabbed one of these huge logs while she resumed to fist herself like mad. Her shit-covered asshole released a lout fart and when she started to fist herself, every thrust produced another nasty fart.

"That's right, take a good look at this piece of shit." Widowmaker cooed and Sombra did as she was told. So here she was: The best hacker of all times, fisting her own ass while having a piece of her own shit right in front of her face.

"Say, Doctor: How does shit taste?" Widowmaker cooed and Mercy moaned again while she grabbed more of the filth and started to press it against her belly and tits. She wanted to be covered in it!

"So good! So tasty! I want more!"

"That's right, it is tasty. Did you hear that, Sombra? Tasty and good." the assassin said and started to chuckle. "Remember: This is for using me. Think about it. And now, as my fellow countrymen like to say: Bon appetite!"

Oh hell no.

Sombra opened her mouth and felt how that still warm log of shit touched her lips. She should be disgusted, but when the taste of her own filth filled her mouth, it tasted like...

"Ghhhnnnn!!!" she came again when the taste of her own shit assaulted her senses. She shoved the brown mass into her own mouth and started to devour it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. A stupid expression appeared on her face and Sombra could sense how her own mind turned blank. This was too much! Too much pleasure, too much shame! Drool and mushy shit dripped from her chin and she continued to gurgle words like ass and fuck, but it didn't make any sense to her at all. She was lost in pleasure and could feel how her own resistance started to fade away.

"Hmm, do you see that, Doctor? Now that's what I call obedience." Widowmaker cooed as she watched how the cyborg-hacker fisted herself up the ass while eating her own shit.. Mercy didn't want to look at Sombra though, she was too fixated on that blue ass in front of her. This ass...this perfect ass...perfect like the rest of her Mistress. Widowmaker on the other hand realized that Mercy wasn't answering and she looked down at the blonde.

"Oh, are you still shocked that I saw through you?" The blue-skinned assassin teased her little pet. "Don't be. I've been in this business for a much longer time than you have. And i know a filthy whore when I see one. But tell you what, if you wanted to lie to me, at least put in it half the effort you put in your work. How could i not know what you truly wanted when you gave me the box to shit into with a blushed and shameful face and didn't even dare to look at me? I have known you so long, doctor."

Mercy looked up and had to swallow hard.

"Why...why didn't you...say anything?" She stuttered and added "Mistress". The grin on Widowmaker's face became even wider.

"I guess I wanted to see how serious you were. And seeing you like this... is nice. First I gained my own personal doctor, now I have a personal toilet and probably a breeder too. Who knew that Angela Ziegler could be this versatile?" And then the grin disappeared from Widowmaker's face and her voice turned icy cold.

"Is that understood?" When Mercy heard that question, her eyes widened and she started to nod like crazy.

"Yes...yes, Mistress!" she gasped and the grin on Widowmaker's face reappeared.

"Good. Then get to it, you're not done yet." The assassin moaned and Mercy knew what that meant. She pressed her face against that wonderful ass, inhaled its scent and licked over those butt cheeks while she continued to lick the shit off her Mistress's ass. Oh, what wonderful news!

"Cuuuummmiiinnnng!" Sombra howled again, totally oblivious about the world around her. Since her arms and legs were artificial, they didn't slow down or grow tired. Her arm went on and on and on and soon her butt felt like it was about to melt. She continued to fist herself even long after Widowmaker was done cleaning herself. She was barely able to listen to her new Mistress's orders.

"That's a good look on your face, buttslut. Tell you what: You can enjoy your own ass some more and shit. How about you continue to fist yourself for the next, well, four hours. And don't forget to clean this place afterwards. With your tongue. After that you may stop and start working on those nano-machines." When Sombra heard that, she groaned like a sick animal. She came again and hot juices were leaking down her tights. She felt so hot! Four hours? Four hours of anal orgasms and shit eating? No. NOOOOOO!!!

Widowmaker looked at Sombra, who just stood there and continued to fist herself up her ass. A smile appeared on the assassin's face and then she looked at her ass. Mercy had licked it completely clean. When she left the room, she did so knowing that she had scored another victory.

"Clean yourself, Doctor, and then join me. We should leave your new sister alone so she can properly enjoy herself. Wouldn't you agree?" she asked and Mercy, whose belly was still bloated by all that cum and shit, nodded like crazy.

"Yes, Mistress. I will follow you everywhere." she said while she pressed her hands on her bloated belly and pressed another piece of shit and cum out of her prolapsed asshole. She knew it would be difficult, but she wouldn't stop until that belly of her wouldn't be filled with cum alone, but her Mistress's shit as well. 

As for Sombra? Well, Widow decided to leave her there, so she turned off the lights when they left the bathroom. And so hacker continued to fist herself from one orgasm to the other in the dark. She didn't know if she managed to endure all that pleasure for four hours. All she knew that she had to find a way to escape. This was not how Sombra would go down: With her own fist up her ass while cumming her brains out! At a certain point she went down on her knees, opened her mouth and started to eat the shit off the ground, just like she was supposed to do.

Her new life was about to begin.

Like a good little scat slut..

