Moira

Note: Made some significant additions towards the end of the last chapter.

Eventually, McCree made his way into science where he found his old teammate. Stepping into a lab filled with equipment he could barely describe, he saw Moira staring intently at some incomprehensible readouts on her PDA. Everything seemed pretty typical for what you’d expect to find in some lab with one exception, at one of the workstations, a hologram of what was clearly a sizable cock floated in midair.

“Moira,” McCree stated as he entered.

Moira ignored him at first, too focused on whatever results she was going over. After a moment of study, she tapped in some commands before slowly lifting her head. “McCree,” Moira said. “Sombra informed me you’d been turned.”

McCree grumbled at that. “There was **** involved.”

Moira laughed. “Is that what you call it? I must admit, while it is a crude method, it is undeniably an effective one. I’ll need to withdraw my complaints.”

McCree changed the subject and thumbed in the direction of the holographic cock. “What’s with the holo? I didn’t take you for type.”

“Funny as always McCree,” Moira stated dryly. “It’s a bio enhancement project; to improve the size and nerve density of the male reproductive organ.”

McCree was at a loss for words.

“Don’t have anything to say? Now isn’t that a first.”

“Why?” McCree eventually managed.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, we have a new arrangement at Talon. And it was decided that an improvement to your... biology would benefit that arrangement.” Moira enjoyed the expression on McCree’s face. When he had nothing more to say to that, Moira spoke again. “Well get on with it and leave me to my work.”

“With what?” McCree asked, his confusion bringing him back into the conversation.

“So you came down here simply to catch up with an old friend did you?” Moira asked sarcastically.

“No,” McCree drawled.

“I didn’t believe so. Well then go ahead, I’m well prepared for my new duties.”

McCree eyed his former teammate up and down. He’d never considered her much of a romantic prospect, but seeing her thin form in the black Talon bodyglove put her in a new light. They sure like wearing bodygloves here, not that I’m complaining McCree thought.

Unbuckling his belt, McCree approached her. As he got close, Moira suddenly put up her hand, halting him. “A moment. Perhaps you could at least make yourself useful while you’re enjoying services rendered. I need a test subject McCree,” she said.

“Test subject?”

Moira turned to the hologram.

“Oh no, I don’t think so. I prefer my business not being riddled with cancer.”

Moira snorted. “Please, my procedures are perfectly safe, now.” But despite the reassurance, Moira saw he still wasn’t convinced. “Besides, have you even considered the benefits?”

McCree nodded for her to go on. “As much as I’m sure you’ll enjoy taking advantage of our current arrangement, you’ll find a great deal more pleasure after the enhancement. For instance, I expect I’ll be a great deal more delightful,” Moira said, making her best attempt at seduction.

It might not have been very good, but it was still enough to convince McCree.

“Alright fine, you got your guinea pig. Just don’t make it fall off?”

“That hasn’t happened since the version 128.” McCree froze. “That was a joke McCree.”

“Funny. Just do it before I change my mind.”

Moira had McCree undress and get seated before she got to work, intravenously placing tubes into his thigh. McCree watched as two separate mixtures of golden yellow and oily purple-black fluid flowed down the tubes into his leg where his veins quickly turned black and sickly.

“Nothing to be alarmed about; all perfectly normal,” Moira stated clinically to no effect.

“I’m having second thoughts about this,” McCree said.

The blackened veins crawled their way up McCree’s thigh, snaking their way towards his crotch and soon enveloping his cock. Though he expected pain, he felt none, even as he watched his veins pulse. After several moments, the blackened coloration began fading and soon his skin was unblemished again. Everything looked normal, with one exception; his cock was noticeably larger.

Moira bent down and studied it closely, shifting it this way and that to get a look from every angle before nodding approvingly. “No defects noted,” Moira said.

McCree whistled. “I can see that darling.”

Moira retrieved her PDA and a scanning device that she waved over him. “Achieve tumescence, I need data.”

“Tu-what?”

Moira sighed. “I need you to get hard.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you just say so. Sure, I just need your help.”

“With?” Moira asked, raising a brow.

“Take that off,” McCree said, pointing at her chest piece.

Moira sighed again and placed down her PDA and scanner. After fiddling with the controls on her armor, the hardplate detached from her bodyglove with a soft sound and Moira set it down. She shifted uncomfortably; unlike Widow, she felt exposed without the rigid pieces in place. The skintight bodyglove underneath left virtually nothing to the imagination after all. Still, she wouldn’t let some measure of discomfort keep her from her scientific obligations. She ran her finger down the invisible seam on the front of her bodyglove. The touch command looked like it was slicing the clothing open.

Moira let the smart fabric roll off her shoulders and expose her small but perky breasts. Sexuality was far from a major concern for her, but she had to admit some small measure of pride when she saw McCree quickly stiffen to fullness.

“Holy shit,” McCree stated as he watched his own cock grow to new proportions.

“Impressive,” Moira murmured. “Better than the projections predicted. Is it done?” she asked.

McCree chuckled. “Not quite. Still need a bit more ‘help’ to get to the finish line.”

“Very well.” Moira knelt down between his knees where McCree began fondling her small breasts and pinching her nipples annoyingly. But it had the desired effect; he hardened further so she kept her complaints to herself. McCree then grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping it gently against the scientists face. Moira wished to object to the humiliating treatment, but again couldn’t deny its effectiveness.

“That’s it,” he said, admiring his new 12 inch cock. “I can’t wait to get this up your ass.”

Moira startled at the crude statement. She’d been so preoccupied with the scientific aspect, she briefly forgot about the more practical implications. She looked over McCree’s organ again in a new light, this time with less curiosity and a good deal more worry. She **** the thoughts away. Like always, the science must come first, no matter what, and she needed data.

Moira got to her feet and rummaged around for the bio sensors; trying to focus on the science and keep her mind off what was to come. “Place this on your pelvis,” she said as she handed one to McCree.

“What’s it do?” he asked as he pressed it onto his skin.

“It measures nerve activity,” she said, grateful for the question. “It’ll tell me whether the sensitivity enhancement has worked or not.”

“Oh I think I’ll be able to tell you that.”

Moira gave the cock another look and decided to find the lube Sombra had given her. She hadn’t needed it in months as she’d become quite accustomed to Gabrielle’s intrusions, but this was going to be different.

She eventually found it and quickly lubed herself up before going over to McCree who stayed seated. She bent over slightly at the waist, lowering her ass for him. “When you’re ready,” she said, her eyes focused on her PDA and the readouts.

McCree guided his tip towards her rear entrance and prodded at it a moment before he gripped her by the hips and started pulling her down. He gasped involuntarily as his cockhead slipped past her sphincter into her asshole; the unfamiliar and overwhelmingly intense pleasure had caught him off guard.

“Yup, I think it worked,” he said through gritted teeth.

The first few inches were easy for her despite the thickness so Moira managed to keep her attention on the readouts, they confirmed what McCree said. Nerve activity was up by 314%, more than tripling the intensity of every sensation he felt.

McCree continued pulling her down, forcing more and more of his now massive cock into the thin Irishwoman.

“Enhancement proves more than capable of proceeding past sigmoid colon,” Moira said, trying to keep her mind on the clinical side of things. She both felt and saw McCree continue to slide deeper into her. She felt him push through a small resistance inside as he bulldozed past the bend in her sigmoid, and saw the same thing happening on her PDA, the scanners around the room giving her a perfect view of what was happening inside her body. She noted the way his cock **** her insides straight and gulped at seeing how much left there was still to go.

McCree never stopped hauling on Moira. He kept feeding inch after inch into her, with every inch conquering new, never before touched territory inside her.

“Proceeding into the descending colon,” Moira stated, her voice strained. “Nerve activity continuing to rise.” Moira wanted to be interested in how the results were exceeding all the simulated models, but more and more of her mind was being occupied by the dominating presence inside her guts.

She glanced at the internal display and was shocked to see how much McCree had stuffed inside her but relieved too at the same time knowing there wasn’t much more to go.

McCree pulled down on Moira suddenly, driving the last couple inches into her abruptly, almost knocking the wind out of her.

Moira closed her eyes and groaned, desperately trying to acclimate the punishing size inside her. “H-human trials proving to be a success,” she said. She looked at her PDA display again and startled at just how much space McCree was taking up inside her. The way her organs had been readjusted to accommodate him made her body look anatomically incorrect, like she was a poorly designed sex toy rather than a woman. Then McCree gripped her hips and started moving her around on him, demolishing those thoughts.

As he moved her, his cock stirred around inside her guts, shifting everything torturously. Moira held onto her PDA with a white knuckle grip as she tried to focus on the readouts as McCree sodomized her. Right as she was beginning to relax though, McCree started pushing her back up and off. The sudden removal of the monstrous cock inside her left Moira feeling hollow and empty. That feeling didn’t last long though as McCree quickly pressed himself back in and repeated the whole process over again, only faster that time. Moira kept her eyes on the display, watching herself as McCree rammed her organs straight with every thrust, with every moment passing making her feel less certain about the benefits of their current arrangement.

By the 5th repetition, Moira’s PDA was dropped and long forgotten as she held onto the arms rests for dear life as McCree used her like a sex toy, pounding into her guts with full length strokes each time. Each pump drove visibly into Moira as the enhanced cock raised a slight bulge in her stomach as it pummeled its way through her. Her world had been reduced down to the sensations of being packed full and left desperately empty, her only concern anymore was trying get used to the gut churning sodomy.

Moira didn’t know how long passed before she felt a tide of warmth start flooding her but some part of her mind told her it was a good thing. McCree pulled her off one last time, and without him supporting her, she fell sprawling forward onto the floor, her legs too shaky to support her own weight.

McCree whistled again seeing the demolished state of Moira’s ass; it gaped wetly with every heaving breath, almost like it was struggling to close.

“So, what do ya think doc?” McCree asked. “Enough data?”

“Y-yes,” Moira said. “I believe so.” She reached out across the floor and collected the discarded PDA. She found the rooms cameras and observed her own battered hole, huffing in outrage at the damage done. “Did you have to be so… thorough McCree?” she complained.

“Just tryna help,” he said unapologetically.

Moira struggled to get up, but only managed to get to her hands and knees. The sight gave McCree new ideas. “Actually, you mind cleaning me up in the meantime?”

Moira was simply too tired to argue or even be much annoyed by the request so simply crawled between his legs. He was still semi-rigid and far too large to swallow, so Moira reasoned she needed to lick his shaft from base to tip from several angles to clean it all. She set to the task of licking and slurping up the mixture of her own juices and McCree’s residual ejaculate.

“Is that sufficient?” Moira asked after several rounds of polishing his pole.

“I reckon so. How you fairin’ doc? Enjoy the taste?” McCree needled.

“If you’ve had your fun, I’d appreciate being left to my work,” Moira deadpanned.

“You got it doc,” McCree said before heading off.