How Generous!

"Alright, folks! Let's see what our beautiful Lena has up next!" Sombra exclaimed as she pointed to the screen where the votes began to be tallied.

Once again, there was really no winner in Tracer's eyes, she hated all of the possibilities shown. Even if Winston and the gang managed to get her out of this, it would be difficult to ever go back to her normal life without constantly embarrassing herself.

"Wow, you guys really didn't hold back huh? Generous G-Cups takes an easy win!" Sombra said. As a host, she didn't like to show her biases, but this was secretly a personal favorite of hers.

And... of course. Dread filled Tracer once again. She watched as Generous G-Cups quite easily ran away with the victory, and winced as she felt a familiar poke in her neck once again, and her breasts began to swell. Yet another obstacle to ever being taken seriously by her peers again.

I mean seriously, how in the bloody hell was she supposed to maintain her dignity, walking around with these Fuckmelons damn near bursting out of her shir- wait a minute...

Tracer's face shifted into one of confusion as she tried to think of her terrific tits as anything other than massive milkers but... she couldn't. Even in her own head.

"Why the hell can't I say my b-b-b... my Bouncy balloons!" Tracer struggled greatly to no avail as the audience laughed at her embarrassed look.

"Oh dear, looks like someone's having trouble. I forgot to mention that that change extends to your own brain as well. So as a general rule of thumb you might just wanna avoid mentioning your chest at all." Sombra said as she gave a teasing glance towards the newly busty brit.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I can't even talk about my massive fucking titties???" Tracer exclaimed at Sombra's cleavage as she jiggled her massive fuckmelons up and down for added effect before she realized what she was doing, to which Sombra laughed, and the crowd did too.

She quickly composed herself to try and look somewhat normal before she realized something. While she thought she had just fixed her posture back to normal, she was partially bent-over, her new cavernous cleavage on full display through her tight v-neck. Her arms folded underneath her fabulous fuckbags, almost pushing them out of the top of her bra that was hanging on for dear life.

She tried to stand upright, to unfold her arms, anything that'd make her look less like a tease. But she couldn't. This was her new normal as far as presentation was concerned. She hated it. Although it did give her a great view of Sombra's own breasts... "OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME IT DOESNT EVEN DO IT FOR OTHER PEOPLE???" Tracer screamed in her head.

"Don't worry mi amor, you pull off the busty look! Although, it is a shame that they're trapped behind that tragically thin top of yours. Maybe we should bring that drooling change back so we can **** you to take that shirt off!" Sombra suggested, only half-joking this time.

"You are SUCH a pervert." Tracer said as she stomped down in anger, causing her jiggly jugs to wobble around without her even noticing, prompting another chuckle from the audience.

"Well DUH, I spend more time around computers than I do normal humans, did you think I WASNT gonna be somewhat of a pervert?" Sombra said as she rolled her eyes.

Tracer dreaded what was coming next from the mind of the freak standing just a few feet away from her. She realized at this point she had stuck a finger into the neck of her shirt, pulling it down to reveal even more of her absurd cleavage to the crowd, which prompted a cheer from some. But still... she couldn't even bring herself to fix it.

"Oh c'mon, don't be so down, we're not even CLOSE to done" Sombra said as she turned Tracer towards the cases. "It's time for the next case!"

Tracer sighed again "24". She just hoped the others at least had some clue of where she was or what was happening...