Mercy!....no wait....

No brainer! Mercy can buff you and heal you! Her little pistol can do some great damage too!

If it works.

You glance at Mike the eyeball monster. He seems fine, but no special gizmos came with him. You're not sure if Mercy's Staff would work. She'd be alive, but creating some crazy tech that doesn't even exist in reality is probably too much to hope for. Mercy would probably have all the doctor skills and personality...and you begin to doubt your choice.

Hmm, no tech choice....Oh, her maybe! Your finger moves to point to a Zarya sketch you did of her in lingerie. As you point, the blood from your finger cut makes contact with the sketch!

You feel a violent tug through your finger as your blood is drained out of your body and into your sketch. Your vision blurs as you lose blood.

"Shit....too much," You cuss as you start to fall over, breaking contact with the page. There's a flash of pink light and suddenly a perfect looking Zarya is standing over you the same pose you drew her in. The only difference is she is just over three feet tall.

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A small laugh escapes your lips, "Damn, not enough blood I guess." You try to lift your head, but you're very weak. Your normally slightly pudgy body is now much thinner, your skin is pale (than normal), and you have no energy at all.

"Что произошло?" The confused Zarya takes in her surroundings. "Oh Master, you have fallen!" The strong voice makes you grin, she knows I'm in charge. Your head swims and it's getting hard to think.

It's hard to speak, but you manage to croak a few orders to Zarya. You tell her to grab your stuff, make sure we're safe, and find somewhere she can take you. The strong 3ft. Russian woman salutes (you notice how hot she looks in her outfit...even if it's totally unpractical for survival), and rushes out after checking the surroundings.

The next thing you remember is waking up somewhere dark and being handed something to eat. "Your strength is gone. You must eat to heal," Zarya orders you while your lay with your head in her lap. You gaze up at something you'd never dreamed to see. A character from a game taking care of you and...more importantly...her large and perfect breasts are in your face. The view is perfect and you feel as though you should be growing hard....but nothing much happens.

"Master, you must eat. Then we can enjoy company together," God, her accent just plain does it for you. And she called you Master again. If your boner was working it would hammer in nails with how hot this situation is.

"Eat Now," Zarya says forcefully and forces your hand and mouth to work together. After a few minutes of slowly chewing and drinking something you feel a little better and drift back to sleep. The whole time Zarya strokes your skin and holds you in a firm yet tender embrace.

Dreams flitter through your mind randomly as you heal for the next few weeks. In one you're a twisted Master of your own **** Drawing army. Next you're the leader of a tribe of the best super powered heroine city. Once you swear you were a war monger constantly on the quest for more blood to fuel your dark legion of evil hotties. All of the dreams seem possible....

But first, you should probably get Zarya up to full size. Thinking of her huge boobs, her soft yet powerful hands, and her currently 3ft tall body. You've never really been into that midget porn stuff, but it could be fun. Heck, she might have the tightest pussy around for your prick! You sit up and take in your surroundings.

While you were healing Zarya used her knowledge to build a camp. You see an area for cooking, another for privacy (probably the latrine), a crafting area, even a sleeping area with some sort of bark mat for both of you. The scale is a little off...but it shouldn't matter much.

"Master, you're up!" Zarya walks into the cave carrying a large amount of wood. She sets the bundle down and hurries to your side. "Are you feelingk better? Your appetite seems good." Her hand rests on your leg as she kneels next to you. At her height you are now eye to eye.

God, she's perfect. Right down to that scar. You have a second where you feel like you're dreaming again. Her hand moves up your leg and gives a quick stroke against your thickening penis. A smile forms on her face as you stare into each other's eyes, "Perhaps another appetite is awake too, da?"

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