Widowmaker - Escape

Widowmaker cursed as she ran through the corridors bathed in red light. Here she was, Talon’s top operative who had a flawless record of missions, and here she was running for her life because she had somehow tripped the alarms. No matter, she had the data-drive secured, all she needed to do was make her escape. Once she was outside, she could slip away into the night to the rendezvous point, so long as the extract team did their job. Shadows danced to the right of the assassin’s vision, and she darted into a supply closet. Putting her ear to the wall, Widow strained to make out what the passerby were saying.

“Yes sir, we found…. No, it appears we got all of them. Roger.”

Found them, he doesn’t mean that…

Widowmaker’s train of thought was quickly interrupted by the PA coming to life.

“Attention all personnel. The operatives have been apprehended. Red alert is now rescinded. Please return to your regular stations.”

Wonderful, so she hadn’t tripped the alarm, the extraction team had fucked up. Widowmaker went over her options in her head as she continued her escape. She had come in via parachute to avoid the minefields, plus the facility was in a desert, so a trek on foot was out of the question. She could pilot a chopper, but the guards likely either disabled it or put a tracker on it. And the base itself had no other aircraft as a precaution. That left only one option.

Slipping outside, Widowmaker quickly grappled over the fence and found an isolated area where she was sure to remain undiscovered. Clicking open one of her supply pouches, she took out four darts filled with a white liquid. She had developed the substance for capturing and apprehending targets, but found it only worked on females. Having seen the effects though, she knew clothing would only get in the way. Stripping down, she strapped the data drive to her ankle and exposed herself the warm night air. Taking two darts in each hand, she plunged them into the side of her breasts watching the liquid flow into her. Taking a deep breath, Widow waited for her venom to take effect.

It didn’t take long before Widowmaker could hear the telltale hissing of gas emanating from her chest. She could see her breasts beginning to swell, her nipples perking out from the pressure. Though she was naturally well endowed, Widow couldn’t help but admire how big her tits were getting. The feeling of the venom sublimating to gas inside of her was quite exquisite as well. She could see now why her victims were so euphoric when she had taken them in. As her breasts inflated larger and larger on her chest, she felt herself bouncing on the balls of her feet. The helium was beginning to pull her up and away, to set her adrift into the sky. To Widow, nothing could have been more appealing at the moment. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she unabashedly touched herself, marveling at how sensitive the balloons that were her breasts had become. They were floating up, her nipples pointing resolutely at the sky above.

The gentle upward tug was now turning into an unyielding pull. Widowmaker felt as if gravity was beginning to reject her inflated form. She had the faintest presence of mind to grab her rifle before she went drifting away, and for a moment it weighed her down. But the hiss of helium was unrelenting, and soon she was drawn to the tips of her toes. It felt to her as if her entire body was being stretched up, pulled straight by her breasts. And as her breasts grew past the span of her arms, she was indeed pulled up, straight off of her feet. Empty air now separated the purple assassin from the ground. Widowmaker was left stunned by how damn good it all felt, both her inflated bosom and the experience of floating away without anything but one’s own body. An uncharacteristic gasp came from the world’s deadliest operative as she floated up, the desert base and its occupants drifting from her cares.

100 feet up.

The gasps from earlier had turned to moans as Widowmaker became sure she was out of earshot of the base. None of the guards were bothering to look up at the ascending pair of feminine balloons, nor the woman attached to them. Still inflating even as she ascended, Widowmaker reveled in the arousal coursing through her body. Part of her knew such feelings were below an assassin of her caliber, but who was here to judge her if she had a little fun?

1000 feet up.

She simply rubbed now, crying out in pleasure as she searched for every erogenous part of her inflated expanse. A downdraft formed around her rising form, her breasts so full and light now to have her feel as if she were falling up. The inflating expanse of her tits wobbled as the breeze rushed past, causing jolts of pleasure to arc across Widowmaker’s skin.

2000 feet up.

The hissing had stopped now, not that it could’ve been heard over Widow’s ecstatic cries. One hand had drifted to her crotch so she could properly pleasure herself as the other hand squeezed her inflated boobs. They squeaked under her grip, helium pushing out against her hand. A faint sensation of pressure began to break through the haze of pleasure.

5000 feet up.

The pressure was intensifying, and Widowmaker could feel her breasts growing, pushing her fingers apart as she stroked. She was confused by the lack of a hiss before she remembered, with higher altitudes came lower air pressure. She really was just a balloon now, floating up and away getting bigger and bigger. Her skin began to creak as it stretched further and further in the dropping pressure.

7000 feet up.

The pressure and pleasure of over-inflation were mixing together, and Widowmaker felt an orgasm arc across her body. She thrashed and screamed beneath her creaking zeppelins, saturating the quiet night sky with cries of pleasure. As soon as the first one began to subside, another started up, and soon Widowmaker found herself riding wave after wave of climaxes as she floated through the sky.

10000 feet up.

Several more minutes passed before Widowmaker was able to think clearly again. The first thing she noticed was the lack of motion. No downdraft was rushing over her body, the ground, though extremely far away, didn’t seem to be getting more distant, and though her breasts creaked and groaned, they didn’t seem to be getting bigger. Widowmaker’s eyes went wide as she looked at the twin expanses of purple skin before her. She was absolutely enormous. Each individual helium filled blimp of a tit spanned larger than her body, wobbling gently in the still night air. Poking them, she found her skin to be completely taut, and the pleasure she felt tracing her finger along her tit’s surface supported her theory that she was full, if not overfilled. Widowmaker ‘s mind raced with the possibilities of her formula, but she suddenly stopped herself. She needed to get down first, and though she had the data drive, she didn’t want to be seen by Talon like this. But she did have a secret friend who could help.

Activating her visor, she tuned it’s communicator for a signal. Eventually, a voice came through from the other end, and Widowmaker smiled.

“Lena? Oui, it’s me, I need a hand. I have something I think you and Emily will like. Get a helicopter and proceed to these coordinates.”