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Angela Ziegler’s Crippling Boy-Cock Addiction	By : Tastatura Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 47020 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters portrayed. Overwatch and Mercy do not belong to me. I make no money by doing this.

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Often overlooked in the recounting of world history are the exploits of the international pseudo-humanitarian organization known singularly as “Overwatch”. Recognized primarily for its tumultuous downfall and the restructuring conflict that followed, the fruits bore from the efforts put forth by the organization and its operatives nevertheless persist as proof of a once-lauded functionality.

The same is true of the blunders made by the organization during its prime—if only to a much lesser extent. Whilst at its peak in notoriety and international presence, a great many combat operations justified as being ‘for the good of the world’ were carried out by Overwatch operatives trained in all manner of armed confrontation. Some being cleaner than others, the ruthless efficiency that the organization later became known for often resulted in collateral damage for the environments surrounding any given mission locale.

For the most part, these were swept under the rug. When measured against the greater good of humanity and the evils that were snuffed out through their action, the organization deemed many of these losses to be a necessary evil. As such, resources were expended in obfuscating their failures from public view, and ensuring that those affected by these failures were provided with ample reason to resist the temptation of attempting to ‘out’ them for their slipshod methods.

Try as they did to keep their oversights from spiraling out of control, the fallout from their operations sometimes incurred losses that no amount of capital or influence could solve. No better example of one such incident exists than the large-scale anti-terror sweep headed by operative Angela “Mercy” Ziegler. Carried out and contained within central Europe in the name of crushing known terror-cell strongholds, these operations left a lasting positive impression on the populations that they concerned—save one.

Within a particularly impoverished locale plagued by a particularly large battery of revolutionists was an orphanage. Built in close proximity to the revolutionists’ base of operations and funded by their backers, its very existence was thought of by most as a constantly drawn shield for the menace that funded it. Worse still, the poverty within the communities surrounding the orphanage ensured that its walls were constantly stocked with innocent children in need of care.

When tasked with the destruction of the stronghold as her next mission, Mercy didn’t hesitate. Moved equally by pragmatism and sympathy for orphans like herself, she devised an operation that might see the stronghold destroyed with minimal damage to the orphanage nearby. Whilst the bulk of her forces blitzed the stronghold itself, a subsection of it specially trained in infiltration were tasked with the evacuation and protection of the orphans contained within it.

Strictly speaking, Mercy’s plan was a success. the use of an IED by a terrorist holed up within the orphanage itself. Cornered only after the entirety of the orphanage was evacuated, the device’s detonation leveled the orphanage and severely wounded the operatives inside. Following the completion of their objective, the bulk of Mercy’s forces returned to liberate their comrades from the wreckage. In doing so, however, the unit unearthed a failure from which their leader’s reputation might not recover.

Amidst the smoldering remains of the orphanage was a sole male child. Seemingly a hostage that his captor had failed to properly utilize, his discovery in the explosion’s aftermath came well after his body ceased to produce vital signs. Discovered and retrieved by Mercy herself, his corpse was nevertheless rushed from the scene of the incident whilst innumerable onlookers gathered to survey the explosion.

Though the community’s vagrant children had been saved, information about the apparent ‘death’ of this boy as a consequence of Overwatch’s operation spread through it like wildfire within hours. Assurances from the organization’s executives were handed down in an attempt at controlling the situation, but the needless death of an innocent child roused the community into threats of backlash against Overwatch by way of public opinion.

Officially, the issuing of these threats marked the end of Overwatch’s blunder. No action was taken by the community, nor was information as to the event leaked to world at large.

Unofficially, Overwatch saw their blunder swept under the same rug as those that had come before it. Wracked by guilt as to her failure, Mercy assumed full responsibility for the mission’s outcome—both in name and in action. Working with what little life remained within the boy at the time, she purposed several experimental regenerative compounds and organ-replacement surgeries with the intention of bringing the boy back from the brink of death. Well aware of her lack of time, she displayed none of her calculating reservation in applying these. All damaged tissue was replaced or regenerated, and even the most volatile of untested substances were pumped into the youth for his benefit.

Miraculously, Mercy succeeded. In a mere 48 hours, the boy later identified by the orphanage as ‘Yuuta’ was spared death, and medically stabilized within the Overwatch Medical Facilities.

Restoring his life did not come cheaply, however. In her haste to save his life, Mercy failed to account for the many mutagenic and accelerative properties riddled throughout the compounds she had used. Within 24 hours of Yuuta’s stabilization, their mixing within his newly-fashioned body resulted in unprecedented….’enhancements’ to his physical makeup.

Without commensurate gains in his height or apparent age, the size of his genitals and the virility of his sperm were enhanced above and beyond even the most masculine of animals. Reports taken on the 7-year-old’s frame following these developments measured his erect endowment at over a foot and a half in length whereas its girth was said to mirror an incredibly vascular iteration of an adult male leg. Previously pre-hormonal testicles were engorged to the size of oranges, and measured as releasing more than triple the amount of reproductive hormone seen in healthy adult males.

Save these glaring developments, Mercy’s efforts brought about vast improvements in the boy’s biological constitution. Regrettably, the changed nature of his frame (however concealable with the right clothing) tied Overwatch’s hands as to how best to deal with him. Though his life had been saved, returning him to his place of birth as a product of experimental medical testing would turn the outrage incited within his community to outright bedlam.

Thus, an executive decision was made.

As returning Yuuta was no longer an option, Overwatch opted to keep him. Under the guise of providing the now-healthy child with a new life away from his war-torn state and the poverty associated with it, the organization created a loophole with which to keep Mercy’s experimental treatments—and Yuuta’s various augmentations—a secret.

One Angela Ziegler was selected to be the ‘manager’ of this new life. To better sell the decision itself, a story was spun wherein Mercy’s disappointment with Yuuta’s previous living conditions moved her to formally adopt the boy for his benefit. Photographs and video footage depicting the pair sharing a degree of familial intimacy were created over the weeks of Yuuta’s rehabilitation, and a message from Mercy regarding her intent to ensure that the rest of his childhood was spent comfortably was delivered to those concerned in person.

Whereas the presentation delivered to those familiar with him was largely fabricated, Mercy’s feelings towards the situation more or less matched what it depicted. Believing herself to be a medical practitioner first and an Overwatch operative second, the very idea that an operation she had spearheaded had resulted in pain and suffering for such a small child gouged guilt’s wound deep into her heart. In an attempt at absolving herself of this guilt, she spent the majority of Yuuta’s time within the Overwatch Medical Facilities right at the boy’s side.

In this time, she became genuinely fond of him. Despite the weakness of his body and the life he had endured, the chestnut-haired boy did not deviate very far from what she imagined as an ideal child. His speech and demeanor were polite, but equally accented by childish energy and ignorance. He approached his physical rehabilitation as a game, but openly acknowledged the need for him to do his utmost to get better on his own. Even when moved to fits of selfishness or anger, their extents were easily curtailed by warmth and explanation.

When finally her adoption order was handed down, she did not consider refusal as an option. She was denied both choice and prior consultation in the matter, yet her first and only instinct was providing Yuuta with an environment that he might be comfortable growing within.

To facilitate this (and simultaneously satisfy the demands of her superiors), it was decided that she and Yuuta were to be moved away from the Overwatch headquarters for a time. Amidst the internal turmoil that beset the organization throughout his recovery, some time off-duty playing the part of ‘mother’ whilst safely out of harm’s way seemed to her superiors as the best way for Mercy to protect both Yuuta and herself.

Mercy agreed. To the parental instincts that she had ignored since entering the prime of her womanhood, the suggestion itself was like music to her ears. However ignorant she might be as to how to be a normal parent—much less a normal person—time spent giving Yuuta what he deserved quietly acquired regard as time well spent within her mind.

This choice, among a host of others, proved the most instrumental in the remainder of the undocumented incident’s development. While ultimately forgotten in Overwatch’s downfall and sometimes denied by Mercy herself, those exposed to that which followed came to regard female Overwatch operatives not as heroes, but as parents.

Sexually-depraved, overly-permissive, degenerate parents.
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THE HOME OF ANGELA ‘MERCY’ ZIEGLER & YUUTA ANDREAS ZIGLER –2PM

Being inside her home’s kitchen made Mercy feel as though she was back within the operating rooms of the Overwatch Medical Facilities. The contrast between the two locales could not be sharper, but months away from the latter location had seen the woman become quite creative with her imagination—much like her son.

Inside the kitchen, ordinary cooking utensils became medical utensils. Each meal that she prepared became a matter of life or death (with regard to her son’s tastebuds), and each ingredient a body part that required treatment in its own special way.

Viewed this way, the monotony she had once associated with cooking was progressively replaced by the executional ‘rush’ that her operative work had once granted her. The payoff of a successful mission was filled in by smiles from her son, and so long as she remained creative, a new ‘mission’ could be found online in the form of simple and child-friendly recipes.

Presently, the mission the blonde had taken on was one whose completion conditions were very familiar. Clad in home wear consisting of a cream-colored and form-fitting turtle-neck sweater, pale blue denim skinny-jeans made to accentuate the feminine, svelte form of her limbs, and a soft-pink apron embroidered with the occasional red heart, most anyone who laid eyes on her would infer that she was in the middle of dressing herself as opposed to cooking.

The focus that she devoted to her current task argued otherwise. Wielding a knife as a scalpel, she expertly cut prepared stacks of bread, meat, and cheese into identical triangles atop a cutting board. Breath held, she repeated the process cut by cut until four sandwiches sat cleanly divided and ready for plating.

With this, the knot in her chest loosened.

“Perfect! Everything looks the same as usual!” she exclaimed. “Hopefully Yuuta doesn’t notice that the ingredients are a little different this time. He seems to really like just cheese and croquettes, but just feeding him the same lunches over and over in rotation wouldn’t be good for his diet…”

Setting her knife down on the cutting board ahead of her, Mercy put her hands on her hips and thought for a moment. Picturing Yuuta’s reaction to something new, a giggle escaped her.

“Oh, who am I kidding? I could put a pot of sludge ahead of that boy and he’d be too sweet to do anything but eat i—“

“M-Mommy?”

Mid-thought, the sound of the front door’s opening and a voice on the verge of tears wiped Mercy’s smile clean off of her face.

“I-I think I hurt myself again…”

The voice responsible for these utterances sent Mercy bounding from the kitchen as hurriedly as a woman of her stature could move herself. Indifferent as to what she had been doing moments prior and numb to the environment around her, she cut through the kitchen’s side entrance and out into the sizeable lobby some steps away.

There, further reactions were fished from her frame by way of parental reflex. Standing just inside the front door with tears welled within his eyes was an injured and somber Yuuta. T-shirt and shorts a dustier blue by virtue of dirt-lining, it struck her immediately that something about him was ‘wrong’.

“Oh, poor Yuyu!” she exhaled, concern bridling her exclamation. “You’re okay, you’re ok. Where does it hurt? Here, let Mommy see…”

Steps away from Yuuta’s front, Mercy dove to her knees to better assess the condition of his face. Scooting inward, she gently cupped either side of his face with her hands, and afterwards set her line of sight toward his features. Just as she had feared, a shallow cut could be seen bleeding at the peak of his right cheek. Given the grazed and reddened flesh that surrounded it, she inferred the injury’s cause as stemming from a fall that ground one side of Yuuta’s face against the sidewalk.

Following her assessment, Mercy motioned to make quick work of the injury in as natural a manner as possible. No sooner did she do so did the sniffling child within her arms render himself accountable for his actions.

“I-I was running too fast and sorta fell on my face.” he explained. “C-Can you make it better?”

In a flash, Mercy’s terse concern for Yuuta’s condition evaporated into the reassuring warmth exuded by all mothers in their ‘times of need’. Producing a single brisk nod in response to his question, she smiled a smile that she hoped would be sweet enough to make the boy forget his pain.

“Of course, sweetie! You’re going to be just fine; just hold still for me, okay?” she replied.

True to her word, Yuuta’s wound was cleaned and dressed within seconds of her utterance. Expertly retrieving a white cloth from one of her apron pockets and a bandage from the other, she smoothly cleared the trail of blood dribbling down his face with the former and plugged its outflow with the latter. When both of her hands ceased their manipulation of the objects at his face, the redness surrounding the covered cheek-wound had already faded.

“There, all better!” she chirped, skull again dipping inward to plant a kiss against his forehead. “The bandage has a disinfectant on it, so remember not to pick at it, okay? I want you to know that I’m very proud of you as well; not crying even when it hurts is very, very brave of you.”

Unconvinced of his own accomplishment yet nonetheless happy to have been taken care of, Yuuta nodded. Wiping tears away from his eyes of his own volition, a semblance of his usual energy returned to his pale features.

“Okay, I’ll try!” he replied, nodding. “Can I have a kiss, though?”

Mercy didn’t hesitate when faced with this request. Of all of the things that she could do for her hurt child, simply kissing his pain away seemed a small price to pay for his happiness. First nodding in a show of good faith, she again leaned inwards to plant her glossed and supple lips into a loose caress against his.

Following this, the older woman was made to recall the exact sort of child she had taken under her wing. In an instant, the lightness and shortness she had intended for her kiss was overwritten by outright obscenity. The moment she pushed her lips down into contact with Yuuta’s, a tiny hand undeniably belonging to the boy jumped up into a flat-fingered press against the back of her skull. Comparatively weak, yet strong enough to totally mash her lips against his own, the ‘new’ contact between them soon facilitated a snaking of Yuuta’s tongue directly into her mouth.

With the molestation of her tongue by her son’s organ came a much-needed realization for the blonde: even kisses were fair game for the…’changes’ made to his nervous system.

Several seconds into the child’s domineering press and the kiss that followed, stifled moans from Mercy boiled over into direct action from her. Red-faced and out of breath for reasons not limited to the depth of Yuuta’s kiss, she wrenched her face out of contact with his, and immediately began to stammer reproach out at the youth.

“Yuyuuuuuuu…..” she exhaled, parental exasperation clinging to her voice. “T-That’s not how Mommies and t-their sons kiss. It also isn’t the kind of kiss that makes pain go away!”

“Isn’t it? I always see adults kiss like that, and it always seems like they feel a lot better after doing it that way…” he replied.

Opting to ignore Yuuta’s mention of adult subject matter, Mercy focused in on the only discrepancy that might help her refute his claim.

“T-That is true, Yuuta, but that’s how adults kiss when they want to make each other feel better. I-I’m an adult, but you’re still a little boy, aren’t you?” she suggested.

At this, Yuuta neither pouted nor sulked. Instead tapping the tip of one of his index fingers to the base of his chin for a moment, he soon began to stare idly at the ceiling in what appeared to be genuine consideration.

Experience had taught Mercy to feel a certain amount of discomfort in response to these actions, though as usual, their festering within her chest did not bring about any attempts to avoid contact with their impending cause.

Seeing this discomfort, Yuuta broke the silence between them with another smile.

“Mhm, that’s true! I guess doing adult stuff all th’ time would be kinda bad!” he replied.

Against her better judgment, Mercy sighed in relief well before he finished speaking.

“Can we play pretend, then? I’d really, really feel better if I got to try kissing with you that way, so it’d be okay if we tried it once in a while as a game, right?” he suggested.

Abruptly, the redness on Mercy’s face grew deeper. Just as her gut had warned her, the contents of her polite little boy’s thoughts had been far from normal. Worse still, they were entirely sound—as a game, there was very little harm in pretending to ‘kiss’ with her son as adults did.

Per usual, the only issues with his request lay with her. In her time looking after Yuuta and his atypical ‘needs’, Mercy had found it very difficult to differentiate the risqué ‘games’ they played from genuine acts of intimacy. Between the fierce parental love that she felt towards the youth and her unspoken interest in his physical composition, the activities that he often suggested for the two of them made her feel a fulfillment more sexual than parental.

Despite knowing this, she couldn’t refuse. Even if she wished to—which the fluttering of her heart suggested to be false—she could not purpose an excuse like “curtailing his perversion” or “teaching him right from wrong” in her current situation.

Not whilst Yuuya continued to beam up at her with such adorable endearment.

Ever busy, the time Mercy spent struggling with the inevitability of her decision was used by Yuuta in observation. A child through and through, his interests lay in the conflict written out over his mother’s face. His familiarity with her indicated its type as being more positive than negative, but its persistence in spite of his request told him that there was more work to be done if he was to one day play a different sort of ‘game’ with the older woman.

In spite of this, he remained with ample recourse. Altering his expression to project hints of sadness and longing, he turned his beaming into a longing stare up at the woman at a moment’s notice.

“ Pretty please? I promise I’ll be more careful outside so I don’t bother you as much from now on. Since it’s bad, I won’t play this game with anyone else, either.” he offered. “Mommy will be the only one I’ll ever play with!”

Under the weight of these words and the mixed love and lust that they evoked, Mercy broke. All on her own, she jammed her face forward to again establish a deep kiss between Yuuta and herself. This time going as far as to wrap her arms around his neck and draw his chest into the firm swell of her clothed chest, she ensured that both the confines of her mouth and the majority of her torso were availed for the boy to ‘kiss’.

She couldn’t help herself; Motherhood demanded it.

Well used to accepting the ‘gifts’ that were given to him, Yuuta kissed back to his heart’s content. Renewing his tongue’s molestation of Mercy’s, he took to the application of occasional suckles of his lips against her own. Drinking down small mouthfuls of saliva alongside the taste of her lips, he fed his body’s desire for her frame whilst simultaneously displaying an experience for these intimate actions extremely uncanny for a child his size.

From his efforts came further reciprocation from Mercy, and a worsening of the arousal that had cut into her womanhood when first Yuuta changed the ‘tone’ of their kiss. Whilst submitting herself to the invasive slurping of her son’s mouth, her mind was thrust back to the months that they had spent with one another whilst still at the Overwatch facilities. It was there that the parental instincts that now drove her frame had been born, and it was there that she had gained hands-on experience with the full extent of Yuuta’s over-development. Day after day had she spent time in the presence of the hormone-laden aromas that bled from his frame without relief. Before she knew it, her desire to provide him with what she never had was mutated by their seclusion. Before she knew it, being around a boy well under the age of 10 began reminding her body on a daily basis that it was a reproductively capable female without a child to show for that maturity. Before she knew it, the idea that Yuuta might be a solution to this—

And then, her thoughts overflowed. Again wrenching her mouth from its spittle-smeared contact with Yuuta’s, a gasp of relief spewed from between Mercy’s lips. Haggardly refilling her lungs with oxygen whilst reminding herself of her role, she soon enough found it within herself to again address her youthful suitor as her position demanded.

“Oooookay, t-that’s probably enough for now, don’t you t-think?” she suggested weakly. Surging right back to her feet in anticipation of the boy’s answer, she reached down to take one of his hands into her own and begin leading proceedings in a more appropriate direction.

“A-Anyway, lunch is ready, s-so how about you just relax in the living room while I go grab it?” she suggested, legs already drawing the pair towards the locale. “Y-You left your phone right there on the table, s-so you could have lots of fun with one of those games you like while you wait?”

Unlike Mercy, the end of the kiss shared between the pair left Yuuta without visible signs of arousal or discomfort. Following Mercy’s lead as any dutiful child would’ve, he took her hand, and agreed with her suggestion without fuss.

Initially, of course.

“Okay! I was getting kinda hungry anyway…” Yuuta began. “Being all by myself would be a bit lonely, though, so how about you come too and lemme lay on your tummy? You don’t have anythin’ to do since lunch is done, right?”

Still leading the pair’s progression, it took Mercy a moment to process that she had been asked another closed question. Initially holding her features forward towards the living room, her processing the comment eventually led her to turn her blushed features behind her and towards Yuuta.

Awaiting her line of sight after the shift was another irresistibly adorable expression from Yuuta—this one even more natural than the last.

“H-He certainly is getting greedy with these requests…” she mused to herself. “I-It’s probably fine though, right? I-I mean, what little boy doesn’t want to lay down with his Mom sometimes? He did just hurt himself, too, so it’s natural that he wants to cuddle.”

“Yeah…natural….”

Thinking her way through another validation for her foregone acceptance of Yuuta’s request, Mercy capitulated as soon as her felt ‘awkwardness’ allowed her to.

“Ok, ok. If my Yuyu wants to cuddle on the couch a bit, I’d be more than happy to spend some time with you there ♥.” she replied.

To Yuuta’s surprise, no part of Mercy’s response was contrived. The voice that she spoke with and the looseness in her smile suggested absolute comfort—both with the idea of hanging out on the couch and the fact that he had asked.

As a glutton for parental affection (and a great many other things), seeing this filled Yuuta with excitement.

“Yay! You’re the best, Mommy!”

Not surprisingly, the praise that Mercy received stimulated her mind all throughout the remainder of her stride into the living room. There, isolated with Yuuta within the furnished space and its ‘child-friendly fixtures’ (a television and gaming consoles), she picked out the sofa situated just opposite the television as the place that she would lay herself down.

Galvanized by parental instinct, she loosened the knots holding her apron to her curvature prior to peeling the garment off from her shoulders. Neatly draping it over the right side of the couch, she afterwards laid herself out lengthwise across its cushioning. Slender, sock-clad feet pointed towards its left armrest and sweater-gloved torso propped up back-first against its right, she fully availed her front for the back to front ‘cuddling’ she presumed to be Yuuta’s ‘want’.

Even before the boy planted himself along her stomach, thoughts as to how to make the best of the situation ran through her mind in short sequence. Naturally, no proof of her raving bled through her posture—only the inviting air of an adult woman awaiting a sound snuggling.

“Once he gets comfy, I’ll just wrap my arms around his middle so he feels nice and safe. I’m sure that’s what he’s looking for anyway, so I should just be able to pretend that I’m not here afterwards and let him play…” she thought.

Through and through, Mercy had blinded herself to the full ‘scope’ of actions available to Yuuta. She validated the choice with blind faith, and embraced it with the intention of making her boy smile at any cost.

Yet again, Yuuta’s behavior defied her expectations. After scooping up his smartphone from off of the nearby coffee table, the spacy youth ended his approach toward the couch with a playful flop of his front down onto Mercy’s. Making certain to distribute his weight rather than collapse atop the larger woman in a full-body splash, he settled himself against her such that his crotch was smothered against hers, and his pectorals were pressed into the covered flatness of her upper abdominals.

Certain of the ‘correctness’ of his action, he next moved to make himself comfortable. Placing his phone directly atop the buoyant crease constituted between Mercy’s breasts, a quick squeeze from his thumb against the device preceded a familiar flurry of index finger motions oft associated with the average smartphone game.

From Yuuta’s collapse to the outflow of a quiet melody from the device situated against her cleavage, Mercy lay speechless. In this case, discomfort was not the sole cause for her affliction; it remained one of them, but another outclassed it in both severity and relevance. She felt comfortable. In fact, she felt so comfortable that it almost fed back into her discomfort. All suggestiveness set aside and felt-bulges ignored, Yuuta’s weight across her middle and the steady seep of his warmth into the fabric of her clothes felt more natural to her than holding hands with him had.

“Looking at him like this, it’s really hard to believe what happened to him was only a year or so ago…” she thought to herself. “I suppose I should be happy that he’s doing so well, but I have to wonder if it’ll stay this way. He seems to need more and more from me without actually thinking to ask for it—there has to be a limit to what I can do for him, doesn’t there?”

Calm as she was, continuing to stare at Yuuta made the complexion of his previous actions seem much less…appropriate. For as much as she enjoyed providing him with happiness, she could not help but think back to the atypical behavioral signage she had seen in him whilst nursing him back to health. The behavior was not worrisome in itself, but it seemed as if something other than childish curiosity was driving him to do the things that he did.

“And if there is something else behind who he is now, my saving his life would be the cause of it.” she mused. “But…”

Having circled her thoughts back to the conclusion she had arrived at within her first week of living with Yuuta, Mercy shrugged her shoulders and drew her hands inwards into a light embrace of Yuuta’s lower back.

“That doesn’t matter. Yuuta’s my son, and I’m going to look after him no matter what.”

Smiling, Mercy allowed herself to slip into the same cozy comfort she had intended for Yuuta to fall into. Eyes closed and frame relaxed, she was again embraced by the parental fulfillment she had once thought to be perpetually out of her reach.

On the other hand, Yuuta continued to think at a mile a minute.

Inexplicably adept at multitasking, he simultaneously progressed in the rigorous grind of his video game whilst childishly digesting the ‘facts’ associated with his time with Mercy.

“Mommy sure is weird when it comes to this stuff. It seems like she doesn’t wanna do it at all sometimes, but then she ends up wanting to do stuff like this without me even asking for it.” he thought. “It’s weird, but it’s also better than her getting mad and saying no. It does make me wonder about what she’d say yes to if I actually tried to say somethin’, though…”

As the game that Yuuta had chosen was one concerned with statistics, the occasional period of silent stillness sometimes overtook his avid screen-tapping efforts. In this time, his body stirred aimlessly just as any other child’s might’ve. Slowly and slightly did his legs bob back and forth whilst his torso wiggled in anticipation of the next form of stimuli to be provided by the game.

The latter of these motions was especially significant. As a result of the position he had assumed overtop Mercy, the slightest ‘sway’ of his milf-planted middle drew the full extent of his crotch (and the monstrous length of cock hidden at the region) from one ‘half’ of Mercy’s crotch to the other. Though flaccid and aptly bundled up underneath clothing designed to all but eliminate its presence to the naked eye, the weight of Yuuta’s body ensured that the grotesque log’s hole-rending girth and the virile heat constantly oozing from its flesh were firmly impressed upon an extremely sensitive region of Mercy’s body.

Hardly aware of the motions themselves, Yuuta thought nothing of the happening in spite of his experiencing it time and time again. Whereas his body subconsciously repeated the action to feed its considerable appetite for contact with the opposite sex, his mind remained focused on his game and the chain of thought incited by it.

“…Anyway, I’ll have to just give it a try sometime. She seems ok with most things as long as I ask nicely, so it’ll probably be ok!” he chirped. “Mommy’s the best, after all! Everyone has stuff that they can’t do, but I think she’s different.”

“She’s special!”

In the minutes that followed the boy’s idle thoughts, Mercy proved his childish assumptions to be correct. The slowing of her breathing and the tightening of the embrace initiated at his lower back reminded Yuuta of the kind of comfort and opportunity that only contact with her frame could provide.

These by themselves were not enough to quell his incessant desire for ‘more’, however. In fact, the love that she displayed served only to turn Yuuta’s thoughts further away from youthful wistfulness and closer towards perverse longing.

“I wonder if there is some way to make her body even comfier. S’not like this is bad, but if she were bigger, there’d be more space for me to snuggle into or hug at if I got bored.” he thought to himself.

Naturally, this thought unearthed a chain of others related to his stay within the Overwatch Medical Facilities. There, he had spoken at length with his mother about the wonders of the human body and how his had become ‘special’ in the non-traditional sense. Though his understanding as to her meaning then was minimal, it remained apparent to him that methods unrelated to natural growth could be used to enhance the physical body.

“Maybe there isn’t something that’ll just make her more squishy or warm, but there should be something out there that’ll make her body better overall, right?” he reasoned.

Abruptly, the taping of his fingers against his phone screen slowed to a crawl. A sudden upturn in his game’s monotony was unrelated to the happening. In this case, something else had all-at once consumed his finite attention span.

“Right! And it already exists, too!” he repeated. “I dunno how I’d find it, but making Mommy bigger and warmer would be a great way to repay her for being so nice all the time. It’ll be even easier to get what I want from her if she’s that way, too!”

Not merely content, but ecstatic about his conclusion, Yuuta’s stillness was soon replaced by fervent action. Abandoning his phone entirely, he stretched his arms outwards, then curled them inwards into a partial hug around Mercy’s ribcage. Driving them as close to a clasp around her back as his boyish frame would allow, he then squeezed his face down into her bust in an attempt at conveying what he hoped would be perceived as appreciation.

Far too gone to accept the embrace for what it was, Mercy inadvertently produced a pleasured yelp when Yuuta’s frame was suddenly driven into closer contact with her own.

“O-Oh…what’s wrong, Yuyu? Does your face still hurt?” she asked shortly.

Content with his position, Yuuta shook his head.

“Nope! I just felt like given you a hug, that’s all!”

Relieved (and further endeared) by her son’s behavior, Mercy giggled.

“Well, that’s very kind of you. Thank you very much ♥.” she cooed. “We’ve been sitting here for a while, though. How about we go get lunch?”

Amicable to a fault (when he chose to be), Yuuta sprang to his feet at the mention of food. Nodding his head with a smile, he waited for Mercy to rise up and off of the couch prior to slipping his hand into her own, and accompanying her out of the living room.

Regrettably, his contentment with another lunch at home saw his smartphone left behind. As the pair walked out of the living room in a mutual pursuit of food, the device was again left unattended on the couch they had lounged atop.

It did remain on, however. No colorful music streamed from it—only the light required to illuminate the contents displayed across its screen. There, in place of any colorful artwork or animation could be seen the first page of what appeared to be a text-based document.

OVERWATCH ENHANCEMENT COMPOUND DOCUMENTATION
—REVISION 2.X ANGELA “MERCY” ZIEGLER
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