Find Winston. Now!

Tracer begins calling Winston, the inventor of her device, for help. She needs this thing fixed immediately. She's barely able to hold onto her senses enough to dial but eventually it begins to ring. She sits in silence and struggle as it rings again and again. Finally, Athena, Overwatch's AI program picks up.

"Greetings, Lena Oxton. How may I be of service?"

"Where's Winston?!"

"He is out right now. Can I take a message?"

"Erk... Trouble with my, uh, chronal accelerator. I need it fixed right away."

"I apologize, Miss Oxton, but Winston is not available at the moment. If you come down, perhaps I can be of service until he returns."

"Ah... Mm. All right. Fine. I'll be right over." She hangs up and curses under her breath. She clutches her womanhood.

I just need to walk to his laboratory. No problem...

She slowly stands, but falls multiple times in the process back onto her chair. She finally walks to her door with the shakiest legs she's ever had. Her cheeks glow bright red, and her breathing doesn't cease from a quickened pace. She makes her way towards her front door with great effort needed.

Tracer pushes open the door and realises she needs to watch through the city, trapped on the edge of an orgasm, to get to the lab.

She closes the door behind her, and begins to limp, groaning each step of the way.