Tracer's on a Train Part II: After They Get Off. (Patreon)

You stood there as the train doors opened, never feeling more humiliated in your life. Packed in a crowded train with your package pressed against the perfectly perky ass of Tracer herself, and the ever-so-subtle motions of the train provided enough stimulation for you to blow a load in your pants. And to rub it in, Tracer had noticed the whole thing and had been grinning wide, teetering on the edge of giggling for the last several minutes. 

Bafflingly, as soon as the train doors opened, Tracer took your hand and made a dash for the door. Even once the two of you had squeezed your way out of the crowded train car, she kept leading you by the hand, out of the rail station and into the street.

“Where are we going?” You implored, confused.

“You’ll find out in a minute, love~!” She teased in her adorable accent. Not that it was an actual answer.

The crowds certainly turned heads as the two of you dashed by, perhaps they were wondering what the world famous Tracer was doing with an average dude like you, but it could also have been because this petite woman aggressively dragging a man around in public was a spectacle in and of itself.

Once out in the streets, Tracer rounded the corner a couple blocks down from the train station into a dark alley. Where the hell was she leading you? 

She scanned the wall until her eye line finally settled on a single brick. She removed it from the wall; a false cover. Beneath it was a keypad, on which she quickly punched in a code. With a beep, a portion of the wall opened. Behind the hidden door sat a secret room, full of computer terminals and equipment, with chairs and a large sofa in the middle of the room. 

“Secret Overwatch hideout, lad. Not really s’posed to show ya this, but you won’t tell on me, willya?” She patted you on the back. “So you keep my secret, and I’ll keep yours!” She teased, tormentingly waving her pinky in the air, a cruel reminder of your recent humiliating sexual blunder.

She dragged you by the arm through the doorway and gestured to the door in the far corner. “Shower’s in there, love. Should be clean clothes too. Figure you might wanna get cleaned up after yer little... mishap on the train there.” God, she was never gonna let you live that down, was she?

Still, you couldn’t keep walking around with jizzed pants. You took your shower and found the generic underpants emblazoned with an Overwatch logo, figuring that was enough and the rest of the clothes you’d worn were probably good enough to put back on. 

As soon as you step out of the bathroom, now freshly dressed, you discover to your delight/horror that Tracer has done the opposite. She lay face down on the couch, naked as the day she was born, grinning ear to ear. That perfectly round, sugary sweet ass, was finally visible, just as you had dreamed of for years. You felt a stirring in your trousers; all the effort of showering and changing clothes was about to go to waste. You averted your eyes, so as not to blow your load yet again, prompting a cute Cockney giggle.

 “C’mon lad, you’re not gonna blow again, are ya? Figured since we got the easy nut out the way, you n’ me could have a little proper fun!” She beamed. Torturously, you’d achieved full wood in the last few seconds. Her prediction that you were about to burst yet again wasn’t entirely too far off.

Any other woman would have probably been revolted and end the date there when you messed yourself and revealed yourself to have an undersized package, but for some reason, Tracer seemed even MORE into you after your humiliation. 

“But it ain’t fair that you’re gawkin’ at me in the buff, and I haven’t got the chance to see yer goods yet, innit?” She smiled. “C’mon then, give us a look!”

You sighed. By seeing naked Tracer, you’d technically already gotten far more than you ever could have bargained for yourself. So even though you knew what would happen, you lowered your freshly-donned pants without another word, and your meager offering sprang up out of your waistband, standing dutifully at attention in the presence of the nude woman whose body you worshiped.

Tracer sucked in a gasp, and then buried her face in one of the couch’s throw pillows, emitting muffled-yet-uncontrollable bursts of laughter into it. 

“Cor blimey lad, that’s more a clit than a willy!” She says, taking a breath before going right back to her peals of laughter. “I mean, bloody ‘ell, laddie, can ya even shag a lass with it?” 

You had almost nothing to say in your defense other than “Y-yeah...”

...A response which was only met with more mockery.

“That so?!” She chortled in disbelief, sitting upright, which finally gave you a view of her cute, perky mid-sized breasts.

“If that’s the case...” She began as she climbed herself onto the back of the couch, kneeling into a doggy-style position to REALLY rub that delectable ass in your face, almost literally. She spread her legs, presenting her beautiful little macaroon. “...then prove it, lad!” 

Despite the humiliating circumstances, you had an erection, and Tracer was offering you her pussy. You’d have to be crazy to turn that down.

With a deep breath, you take a step forward, get yourself aligned, and slide your throbbing boner in between Tracer’s thighs, awaiting the warm, wet depths of her incredible snatch…

But it never came. You stopped short, your dick wedged between her thigh meat. It was then with horror and humiliation, you realized the problem. The utter thiccness of Tracer’s ass and thighs were too great; you didn’t have enough length to reach past her curves to penetrate her.

“C’mon lad, stick it in!” She ordered, then turned around to investigate. “Oh for… I was right! Ye’r too short to shag!”