D.Va Gets Nerfed (Patreon)

A couple of fun facts and notes before reading:

Tracer’s real name is Lena and she’s 5’4”.

D . VA’s real name is Hana and she’s either 5’5” or 5’6”.

Who else thought that Tracer was way taller than she is and that D . VA was way shorter? Wild.

Also, D . VA speaks a lot of Korean in her voice lines, but I, uh… do not, heh. All Korean in this fic was written using google translate, so if it doesn’t make sense, then my bad.

Anyways, onto the debauchery!

“Street Fighter 5? Sorry, love. Never played it.”

“It’s alright, you can learn!” Hana insisted. She grinned as she flicked on the TV and started up her console. “You wanted us to bond so we'd have better team synergy in missions, right? Do something I like with me then! Let’s have some fun!”

Lena thought for a moment, then gave a cheeky grin. “Can’t argue with that, can I? Let’s do it!”

The British agent sat down on the couch next to Hana and picked up a controller, examining it. Hana was smiling, but inwards, she was cackling with glee. Step one was a success! Now she just needed to somehow ease into step two…

“This is a competitive game, right?” Lena asked abruptly, pulling Hana out of her scheming.

“Yeah, it is. Why?”

Lena smirked. “Well, we need to have a bet then! Or have a punishment game! It’ll be more fun that way!”

Hana blinked. This… could NOT be going more stellar! “I TOTALLY agree! Actually, I have just the thing!”

The short brunette bounced in her seat and looked ambitiously at the screen, where the game was starting up. “Cracking! There’s nothing like some stakes to spice up a game!”

Hana could NOT agree more~. She stood up and walked around the back of the sofa, her white undershirt and black bootie shorts finely outlining her figure as she did. Oh, what was this? A couple of fun ‘toys’ hidden under a blanket behind the couch? Who could have put these here, hm? Hana snatched them up and went back around the sofa. She handed one to Lena, who looked at the objects in her hands and stared confusedly at Hana. “What’s all this then?”

“Isn’t it obvs? It’s a hand pump and tube. Duh.” Hana stated, her heart pounding in her chest. Play it cool, Hana, act like it’s normal! She put her hands on her hips and smirked down at Lena. “Alright, so the rules: You lose a match, I give you a pump. I lose a match, you give me a pump. We keep going until we’re tired or until one person cries uncle! The loser can’t let any air out for a whole hour after! If we get a mission in the middle of our game, then we write down our number of pumps and start from there next time!”

“Give each other what now? Sorry, I’m confused,” Lena said, staring down at the black hand pump in her hands. She pulled on it, then pushed it down. “Is this a Korean challenge or something?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Hana said quickly. She let her eyes flicker over Lena’s damn fine figure. She didn’t have mad curves or anything, but she had some muscles and a more than decent rear, and she was thiiiin! For someone with an inflation kink like Hana, her body was PERF! Lena had a GF, so she was off-limits for handsy stuff (Hana wasn’t trying to be a homewrecker), but she could give herself some eye candy in the name of team bonding, right?

Also, Lena was wearing some yellow short shorts and a super-short white cut-off that barely covered her sports bra, so her belly was totally free to see. Plus her temporal accelerator just emphasized her ultra-flat tum. Super tasty~.

“Oh. Well, I’m always in for learning!” Lena responded. “What do I do with this then?”

Ok, this was it! The make-or-break moment! “It’s easy. You just take the tube…”

“Uh-huh?”

“You slide it down into your shorts and undies…”

“Uh-huh- sorry, what now?”

“And then you slide it up into your-”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah! Hold on a minute, Hana!” Lena interjected, shooting up from her seat and waving her hands for Hana to stop. “Just what kind of game are we playing here?”

“A fighting game,” Hana said simply, brushing past the obvious answer Lena was looking for. She picked up her controller and moved through the game's menus before arriving at the character select screen. “See?”

“No, not that, I mean-”

Lena stared at Hana, who was doing her very best to put on the most innocent and naive face she could. The ball was in your court, Lena. Do you question Hana and risk offending her over a part of her ‘culture’? Or do you accept the challenge and lose before the game even begins?

“...Oh, alright then. Might as well try something new with a friend, right?” Lena conceded.

YEEEEEEEEES! WHO SAYS BEING BOLD DOESN’T WORK, HUH!? TEN POINTS FOR PLAYING THE CULTURE CARD AGAINST THE BRITIIIIIIIIISH!

After a very awkwardly charged moment where both women faced away from each other and slid the ends of their respective tubes up their butts (Hana was thankful for the turn-away since she would NOT have been able to keep herself from watching Lena), they both sat back down on the sofa. “Here,” Hana said as she handed the pump to her own tube to Lena. Then she took Lena’s pump. “Give it a quick pump just to test it, alright? I’ll do the same.”

“Alrighty then,” Lena said. She pulled the handle out a short way and then pushed it back in. Hana shivered as she felt a blast of air enter her. She loved seeing a swollen tum, but she was not one for being a swollen mess. Eugh. She gave Lena a small pump of her own. The English lady jumped in her seat, her eyes wide, and exclaimed, “Yow! It feels so strange! Is it always like this?”

“Y-You’ll get used to it,” Hana managed to get out while barely keeping her composure. She needed to start the game and get Lena’s mind distracted - ASAP! “Let’s pick our characters then.”

“Oh, right! Let’s see, let’s see…” Lena said aloud as she picked her controller up and started flicking through the characters. Hana grinned wickedly. Go ahead, Lena, pick a character. It didn’t matter which. She didn’t stand a chance against Hana, after all!

“Oooooh, I like this one!” Lena said happily. “She seems like a barmy lass! I’ll play her, then!”

Hana glanced at Lena’s selection. She was hovering over Lucia, a blonde cop with a penchant for stringing together combos. In other words, NOT a noob-friendly character. That was just fine with Hana! She put on a fake pleasant smile to hide her malicious one, then said, “Oh, Lucia! She’s a fun character! Nice pick!”

Meanwhile, Hana went to an old favorite. Akuma, her old friend, come on over~. Let’s have some fun trouncing and blowing up a noob for Hana’s intimate enjoyment! Haha!

Characters, locked! Stage, selected! Match, START-

“Sorry, love, can I look at the move list for a smidge before we start?” Lena asked. “I won’t take long. Promise!”

Hana blinked. “Yeah, of course. It wouldn’t be very fair if I didn’t let you, right?”

Shoot! Hana but the nail of her thumb as she watched Lena’s eyes glide over Lucia’s move list. Did Lena play fighting games? How good was she? She wasn’t in the pro circuit, so it should still be fine. Even if Hana wins eight in every ten matches, Lena will still get huge before Hana has any troubles. Besides, Hana was a Warlord in SF5 online! She wasn’t as awesome with fighting games as RTS’ or FPS’, but she was still a pro! There was no chance Lena could stand up to her! She was going to inflate to hell, then stay that way for Hana’s viewing pleasure!

Lena nodded. “Ok, I’ve got it. I’m ready when you are, love!”

“Let’s go then! 전투 시간!”

The match started as expected. Hana immediately got into Lena’s face, not giving her a second to practice the moves she’d just read. Was it gentlemanly? Hell no, but Hana was no man! She was a gamer bitch who got what she wanted! HA!

Air heavy punch into low med kick, then follow up with quarter-forward heavy punch! No time to rest! Jump, heavy punch, back, heavy punch, quarter-back med kick, forward, quarter-forward EX! Ha! Ha! HAHAHA!

Next to Hana, Lena was freaking out, going, “H-Hold on a tick! Let me- oh, come on! This button is- shoot! AH!”

Then the match was done. Easy perfect. What was Hana even worried about? No noob could best one of the top sixty in the world! She’d sweep this London dweeb up and take some tasty tum pics for dessert! EZ!

“Aw, no fair!” Lena whined. “You didn’t even give me a chance to practice! I want a do-over!”

“Nooope!” Hana sang out, a vile grin on full display. “That’s the point of having a cumulative punishment like this! You’ll get more chances to beat me, so for now, just take your lickings!”

Lena scowled and said, “I didn’t know you were so good though! Why’d you challenge me to this if you just knew I’d lose?”

“Huuuh?” Hana said sleazily, “How was I supposed to know you’d be so bad? This isn’t even my best type of game, y’know?”

Hana grabbed the pump connected to Lena and gave her a full-sized blast of air. These were special pumps that Hana had convinced Winston to whip up as well, so they put out several times more air in a single pump than a bicycle pump, meaning that Lena had gotten a real unpleasant surprise. The skinny Brit yelped and glowered at Hana. “Hey! What gives!?”

“I’m just giving you your punishment for losing,” Hana drawled, “You can quit anytime you want if it’s too much for you. You just have to say I win.”

There it was. The true challenge. Half of a game is all mental, and right now, Hana would bet big that Lena’s mental was destroyed. So the answer she would give was-

“Are you kidding? A little air isn’t enough to stop the cavalry! Bring it on!”

Thaaaat~! Playing a friendly game would lead to Lena quitting early from the cramps and discomfort, but this? Her anger is gonna push her to new heights! 먹어라, 놈아! Ha!

They immediately went into the next match. Just like the first, Hana had Akuma juggle Lucia the entire time, not letting Lena get a single movement in. Another burst of air went into Lena’s belly - then another as Hana scored another perfect sweep. This was too easy! Lena wasn’t even saying anything anymore, soo her mental must really be-

Uh, wait a sec. Given how she was going off before, Lena should be raving now. What gives? The Korean woman, while beating the snot out of Lucia for the fourth time, cast a glance at Lena. She wasn’t even looking at the screen! Her eyes were glued to Hana’s hands, watching every action they made. What was she hoping to get from this? Learning through osmosis or something? Ha! She was just going to get more and more swollen at this rate!

The fourth match was another perfect. Hana gladly sent another full pump of air rushing into Lena, who winced and put a hand to her stomach. Her washboard front was becoming beautifully round and tight, much to Hana’s joy. Another batch of four wins and Lena would be HUGE! Oh, she couldn’t WAIT!

As usual, match five started with… a block? Lena had blocked for the first time! Still, no problem. Throw out of block, and then- dodge? What? What what?

Hana’s condescending smirk melted into concentration as she clacked away at her buttons, aggressively assaulting Lena. She was blocking or dodging most of Hana’s attacks! How!? Eventually, Hana managed to land an EX into a full combo to KO, but the timer nearly ran out! What was THAT!?

There was a confident smile on Lena’s face as Hana gave her her fifth blast of air. She looked at Hana. “I’m getting it now, you jerk! You’re not going to keep winning for much longer!”

“엉터리! Say that when your face isn’t eating pavement!”

Match six. Hana, determined to delete that fluke of a last game from Lena’s confidence, started with a jump into a heavy-

Akuma was down. Lena had attacked - and not only that, but she’d used a standard Lucia combo to do it. Jump into med punch into a heavy kick. That wasn’t just a combo, either. That was a reactive combo that needs a different kick based on height! That wasn’t just luck! What the hell was this!?

Suddenly, Hana was on the defensive. Lena was pushing combo after combo on Hana, who was just barely managing to hold it all off. What was more, it seemed like each combo was coming off faster than the last. Why? Had Lena been sandbagging this whole time? Still, Hana wasn’t some trash noob! She’d break through this onslaught and-

K.O.!

Hana slumped in her seat. She’d… lost. How? How!? This didn’t make any sense! How had that noob just-

The black-haired woman was jolted back to her senses by a powerful surge of air entering her. She squeaked and jerked her head. Lena, wearing the smuggest expression possible, was daintily holding Hana’s pump. “What did you say again, love? ‘You can quit anytime you want’?”

“넌 운이 좋았어, 스컹크! Again!”

Hana intended to take the lead right from the start, but once again, she was soon backed into the corner with Lena moving from combo to combo at inhuman speeds. How the hell was she-

Inhuman speeds. SHIT.

The match was already as good as lost, so Hana looked to Lena. Sure enough, her fingers were a blur, controlling Lucia with unnatural speed and precision. This cow was using her damn time powers!

“Hey, what are you doing!?” Hana demanded as Akuma ran out of HP yet again. “Stop that!”

“Why should I?” Lena asked pointedly, picking up Hana’s pump again. The Korean woman gritted her teeth as her guts filled with more air. She was starting to feel uncomfortably full already. Lena continued, “You didn’t try to make it fair for me, so why should I play fair with you?”

Hana grit her teeth. This was humiliating. She could NOT let some noob beat her like this just because she had some stupid time tricks! This wasn’t about her damn fetish anymore - this was PERSONAL. “I’ll make you eat those words! AGAIN!”

The third blast of air entering Hana sent a cramp through her stomach that made her wince.

“AGAIN!”

The fourth made her undeniably swollen, enough that she could tell people that she’d just eaten thirds at Maple Tree House and they’d likely believe her.

“젠장, AGAIN!”

Hana just couldn’t keep up. Her APM was at the highest level, but Lena could easily hit her buttons on the exact frame that she needed to! She’d even thrown several matches to learn Hana’s combos as well, so she knew how to counter them! SHIT! DAMN! This was broken as shit! How are you supposed to beat a damn time wizard!?

Lena mercilessly pressed down on Hana’s pump for the firth time. The gamer girl groaned and grabbed at her belly, which was tense and tight. Her undershirt, which had already been form-fitting before, was now resting much higher on her middle than it ever should’ve. Her insides were rumbling from all the air shifting around, which made the experience even more unpleasant.

“You’re looking pretty miserable there, love,” Lena said. “We’re tied right now. Want to call it even?”

Call it even? Hana? With this freaking NOOB who had to rely on time manipulation to win? FAT. CHANCE. She picked up her controller and started the next match.

“AGAIN!”

At match seven lost, Hana was starting to have trouble focusing on the game from the cramps and tremors radiating throughout her gut. By ten matches, Hana’s shirt was barely covering her navel despite how often Hana kept trying to pull it back down. By thirteen matches, Hana was starting to sweat from the physical toll being so inflated was having on her. She tore off her undershirt (which wasn’t doing much clustered around her chest, really) and gripped her controller with fire in her eyes.

SHE. WAS. GOING. TO. WIN! WIN! WIIIIN!

“Uh… Hana, love… are you alright…?”

Seventeen losses. Seventeen losses in a row. To someone who’d never touched SF5 before today. Hana had never been so humiliated in her life.

“A-Again.”

Lena bit her lip. “Really, it’s ok to quit. It’s just a game! How about we take a tea break to calm down and-”

“Again!”

The British woman reluctantly started the next match. Hana panted as she tried to focus on her character, but her mind was getting foggy. She had her controller resting on her gut now, which was swollen enough to be a small table for her. It barely even moved when she breathed, yet it was constantly twitching and trembling from the cramps inside of her. SHe’d had some muscle spasms at some point, but after the sixteenth burst of air, her muscles had apparently given up. Truthfully, it was better this way. The spasms had been an unwanted extra source of pain. Now, Hana had a chance to-

K. O.!

Akuma was down. Again. Crap. Hana groaned and clutched her flanks, her fingers having trouble finding a grip on the smooth, taut surface of her belly. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the next surge of air, and…

“I… I’m sorry, I just… this is too much!”

Hana opened an eye. Lena had the plunger of the pump pulled out, but her hand was no longer on it. She was just staring concernedly at Hana. “You look fit to burst, Hana! I can hear your belly rumbling from over here! I’ll just give up, ok? It was childish of me to-”

Hana bit her lip. Being pitied and patronized like this was even worse than losing. She reached out and snatched the pump from Lena, who jumped. “H-Hey! Be careful with that!” Lena yelped, “Don’t-”

Before she could finish, Hana was pressing down the plunger. Tears came to the corners of her eyes as her skin tried in vain to stretch further and as her belly rumbled violently from the latest batch of air being forced into it. She felt like she was going to split at the seams! She coughed and gasped as a cramp ran the length of her whole gut. It was almost over! Almost! Just a bit more, and- and-!

Hana tossed the pump aside and moaned in pain. She gingerly rubbed her sweaty gut, trying mournfully to soothe the angry orb. She felt tensest around her belly button, which she could feel was much shallower than it usually was, but… it was holding. Her belly was still in one piece. She could… she could…

“A… Again…”

Lena opened her mouth to say something but held her tongue. She glanced between the game and Hana a few times, then picked up her controller.

The match started.

Lena began dominating once again. Hana could barely even think of combos anymore. Her eyes glazed over, the screen turning into a blur of colors. Could she take another pump? She was going to explode, wasn’t she? She had to win. She HAD to win! Win, win, win, win, WIN-

“O-Oh, my head!”

What? Hana looked at Lena, who had taken a hand off of her controller to hold her head. “I’ve been cheating too much and now my head hurts! This is what I get for being so cheeky! Oh, it hurts!”

Something felt off about this, but… it didn’t matter! Her hand was off the controller! She couldn’t move! This was Hana’s chance!

Unable to focus on the screen, Hana’s hands moved purely on muscle memory. Stick this way, press that button, and when the blur that was Lucia went that way, press THAT button-

K.O.!

“H-HA!” Hana cried out, holding her arms up triumphantly. “승리! I win! Hahahaha!”

“Yes, you did!” Lena agreed, holding up her pump. “Here. Don’t hold back!”

“Like I would!”

Hana gleefully sent a whole pump of air into Lena, who winced and clutched her gut. The shorter woman gave a loud groan, then said, “Oh no, I can’t do it! I can’t win without cheating, but I can’t take any more pumps! I give up!”

Future Hana would look back on this porno-level acting and cringe with her entire being. Present Hana, however, was nothing short of ecstatic.

“Y-YES! HA! E-EAT IT!” Hana yelled euphorically. She tried to get up and do a little victory booty dance, but her entire belly painfully spasmed in protest, so Hana just wiggled a bit in place instead. “SKILL - OVER - POWER! HAHA!”

“Y-Yeah, that!” Lena agreed. She cautiously looked at Hana’s trembling belly and swallowed hard. “So, uh, I guess it’s time for you to let all that air out, right? I’m the only one that has to keep it in, so you can have a rest.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Lemme just…” Hana tried to reach around to pull the tube from her butt, but her belly wouldn’t let her twist like that. She tried a few times before giving up, panting and groaning. “I can’t… reach…”

“Well, we have to get that air out of you!” Lena stated. She scooted closer and slid a hand behind Hana towards her rear. “Pardon me, then!”

“No pardon needed-” Hana began, but just then, her thick brain managed to piece together a very important thought. Air exiting made noise and smell. Sexy woman AND teammate right next to her. Air noise and smell plus sexy teammate equals eternal anguish. Hana tried to move away, saying, “W-Wait, stop-!”

The tube was out. The air was coming. Hana clenched her cheeks, but there was too much pressure. There was no escape.

똥.

==================================================================

Here it is, June's exclusive fic! As promised, I went for inflation since so many exclusives have been stuffings so far.

So this was a fun challenge in a lot of ways, heh. FI don't play Overwatch at all, I don't speak a lick of Korean, and I've spent more time on this fic than I ever have with a fighting game. Hopefully, the research I did all made the fic come out well despite my lack of experience with the subject matter.

I'm behind on shorts again, so I'm gonna do my DAMNEDEST to catch up next month. Poor Pyra and Mythra have been waiting, after all, as well as Suu from MonSume. 

The poll will be up on the 5th for July's exclusive, as usual, and a regular fic sometime soon after that! 

Edit: D . Va comes up as a weird link thing if I don't include the spaces in the name, so... that's why it's like that in the intro, heh.