Musing: Overwhelmed

[pre-story] Well, I wasn't feeling terribly inspired to finish any of the existing "part ones" so I decided to do something fun and topical, featuring two of my favorite ladies from Overwatch, Mei and Zarya! I'd hoped to make it a quickie, but it came out as yet another 'part one'.
I feel like I may be way too invested in this game for somebody whose computer would melt just trying to download it...[/pre-story]

“Oh, just be a tick, forgot me bag!” Tracer’s cheerful voice echoed off the tiles of the empty Helix Security locker room, followed by the soft whoosh of her darting in, the clang of a locker door as she grabbed the bag, and another whoosh as she darted out again. “Anyone seen Mei?” she asked as the door swung closed behind her. The room was all but silent for a moment, the only sound the faint rushing of water through the pipes. There came a tiny sigh of relief, and out from behind a row of lockers peeked Mei, the small brunette making sure she was alone before stepping out from her hiding spot.



She was a little ashamed of herself for hiding from her friends, but she just couldn’t let them see her like this… The short, full-figured chinese girl was naked, wearing only her glasses and a pair of towels, one wrapped around her generous chest and the other around her wide hips, her hands struggling to hold the just-barely-big-enough towels in place. Her bare feet padded across the cool tiles as she made her way across the locker-room toward the showers. She always tried to avoid public showers if she could, just trading out her coat and keeping her underclothes in place until she could shower somewhere more private, but after wearing heavy furs all afternoon , in egypt of all places, she had no choice. Every inch of her was soaked with sweat, and there was sand in places sand was never meant to go. Now that all the other girls were gone, she could finally shower. Still holding the towels in place, just in case, she glanced back at the locker room one last time and backed through the door to the shower section with a pleased sigh. Perfect, nobody had seen her...

The sound of running water was much louder than she’d thought it would be in here... Before Mei could process the thought, she spun around on her toes, turning to look at the wall of showers, and immediately froze at the sight before her, unwittingly letting out a tiny squeak of surprise. Even with her facing the wall, Mei could immediately recognize the towering figure of Zarya, the russian amazon standing beneath one of the shower heads, completely nude. Mei was paralyzed, gripped by a sudden panic as her cunning plan fell apart, unable to move, think, or even look away from the sight. She could only watch the water cascade over her sculpted shoulders and back, before running down over her tight, toned butt and strong thighs. Steely knots of muscle on her back and arms shifted as she lathered up her shockingly pink hair with both hands. Mei felt her cheeks burn.

Zarya almost seemed not to notice Mei at first, and for a brief moment, she hoped she might be able to slip away and wait for her to leave. Then, the towering bodybuilder twisted slightly, glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes falling squarely on the towel-clad mei. Her lips swiftly split into a warm, friendly smile. “Ah, Mei! There you are!” She greeted warmly, gently rolling her r’s as she spoke, her russian accent apparent. She turned in place, still washing her hair with both hands, making no attempt to hide her body as she regarded the much smaller woman, her scar-interrupted eyebrow arching. Everything was on display, from her shapely apple-sized breasts, capped with rosy pink nipples, her chiseled, rippling abs, even the shaved slit between her powerful thighs, accented with a neatly-trimmed landing strip, dyed pink to match her hair. “Tracer was looking for you.” Zarya commented, casually, without giving even a hint of shame.

For a long moment, Mei merely stared, before suddenly realizing she needed to say something. “Ah! Um, really? I will… I will have to find her, then.” Mei managed, her cheeks burning as tore her eyes away from the pink-haired amazon’s sculpted body, realizing she’d been staring.

Zarya’s smile slowly shifted into a knowing smirk. “Enjoying the gun show?” She asked, teasingly, pulling her hands from her head to give her arms a flex, showing off biceps the size of softballs.

Mei’s eyes widened as she looked back up at Zarya. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare…” She tried to explain, her words trailing off as embarrassment overcame her, her eyes slipping down and to the side as she half-turned away, shrinking under the russian amazon’s gaze.

Zarya’s lips split into another cocky grin. “Nothing to be sorry for!” She replied with a chuckle. “Stare all you like! It is an impressive view, no?” She asked, striking a pose and flexing for a moment, before relaxing once again and tossing her head back to let the water rinse out her hair.

Mei swallowed, her eyes drawn back to the towering muscle-babe posing for her, lingering there a half-second longer than she was proud of. There was a flicker of something, perhaps envy, perhaps desire, before she snapped back to her senses and shook her head. Shower. She came in here to shower, not stare. She had hoped to do it alone, but she couldn’t leave now… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Zarya didn’t seem like the type to tease her, and she seemed almost done anyways… Hesitantly, Mei moved to a shower head in a corner of the room, took a deep breath, and dropped her towels, her cheeks burning as the cloth fell away.

Mei was, in a word, cuddly. She was short, especially when compared to a woman like Zarya, but every inch of her, from her button nose and full lips down to her wiggling toes, was round, soft, and huggable. She may have been a little heavier than she would have liked, but couldn’t be denied that she carried it in all the right places. With her knees together, her soft, creamy thighs were squeezed together, the womanly vee between them shrouded in soft, deep brown fuzz. Her thighs flared out into broad, rounded hips and a thick, juicy backside, an eye catching ass that jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. Her waist was narrow, by comparison, with only a little bit of a paunch on her belly. But perhaps her most impressive feature was her chest. Her breasts were amazing, full, rounded, heavy orbs, each the size of a large grapefruit, capped with dusky pink nipples that an arm swiftly moved to cover.

“This view is not so bad, either.” Zarya’s accented voice purred from halfway across the room, and Mei’s head spun around to look back at her. The amazonian beauty was coolly looking in her direction, her gaze appraising, and approving, the shorter girl’s looks, as she stepped out from under the shower and turned it off with one hand.

Mei blinked once, then turned back to face the wall once again, eyes downcast, knees squeezing tighter together, her arm tightening around her chest, as though she could somehow squeeze her embarrassing body smaller. “Don’t tease me... I don’t like bullies.” She muttered, pouting softly.

A shadow fell over Mei. “I’m not teasing.” Zarya replied, simply, her voice startlingly close. Mei whipped her head around again, only to see the much larger woman looming over her, the light behind her casting her muscular frame in silhouette. There was an unfamiliar look in her eyes, something that made Mei’s heart pound as she looked up at the amazon. Mei spun in place to face the looming figure, taking a half-step back until her back pressed against cold, wet tiles, her free hand going down between her thighs to hide her womanly center. The russian leaned forward, just a fraction, one arm coming forward to brace her weight against the wall, the arm blocking the only escape route, cornering the shy little scientist as her free hand came up, moving slowly but confidently toward her.

Mei’s heart was pounding with fear and apprehension, but she found herself unable to move as Zarya’s large, rough hand came closer and closer. That hand was strong enough to heft a massive particle cannon, strong enough to punch out a raging gorilla, strong enough to crush her, and yet, as it touched her, caressing her cheek, it moved with such gentleness, such tenderness… Her cheeks were burning as the hand was still for a moment, then slowly slid down and off her face, leaving only one finger lingering on her soft skin, the lone digit tracing her jawline slowly, until it reached her chin, and with a gentle tug, angled the smaller girl’s face up. Zarya gazed down at her, as she looked up at her, and with their eyes locked, the larger woman slowly began to lean in.

Before Mei even realized what was going on, Zarya’s eyes closed, her head twisting at an angle as she drew near, and her lips met Mei’s in a kiss unlike any she’d experienced before. Mei’s eyes went wide and she stiffened, unsure of how to respond. The kiss was rough, forceful, and commanding, but somehow, also soft, caring, and passionate at the same time. Zarya’s lips were far softer than any man’s, but they pressed hard against Mei’s plush, pillowy ones. Zarya’s tongue thrust into Mei’s mouth almost immediately, only to coil tenderly around her tongue. Zarya’s hand slid back, tenderly caressing Mei’s neck before gripping the back of it firmly, holding her in place. As the kiss lingered, Mei’s stiffness melted away, her eyelids fluttering closed as she lost herself in the kiss, her tongue weakly returning the amazon’s affection. Soon, the shy scientist was nearly limp in Zarya’s grip, back sliding slowly down the wall as her knees trembled.

With a soft smack, Mei’s lips were suddenly bare once more, leaving her tongue-kissing the air for half a second before her brain caught up with reality. Her eyelids cracked open, only to see Zarya looming over her once again, a cocky smirk on her lips as she ran her tongue along them, her hand still cradling her neck, her thumb caressing her cheek. “Such sweet lips…” The russian amazon half-purred, half-sighed. “But, as tempting as it is to eat you up right here, it just wouldn’t feel right.” She added, wistfully, slowly pulling her hand away. Mei slid down the wall without her support, landing on her well-padded posterior. She chuckled softly at the sight. “Overwhelmed, hmm? Perhaps it is for the best, then.” She commented, shaking her head, then looking Mei in the eyes once more. “I think I’ve made myself clear. Now, you must make up your mind. If you want more, come to my hotel room tonight. If you don’t… no hard feelings, da?” The russian explained with a casual shrug, then turned on her heel and headed for the door, tossing a towel over her shoulder along the way. She paused in the doorway, looking back at Mei as she sat there on the floor and flashing her a smirk. “Think about it.” She added before disappearing into the locker room.

Mei was stunned, left speechless both by Zarya’s bold kiss and by the sudden departure. It had all happened so fast, one moment she’d been getting ready to shower, then the next… She’d never so much as kissed a girl before, but now… She didn’t know what to think anymore. There was one thing that was clear enough, though. She looked down, pulling her hand from between her legs, her slender digits and her inner thighs both glistening with clear nectar...