Digest Mercy

Tracer pants for a second before slowly sitting against the wall. "Maybe, do you want me to? I can try blinking you out if you don't." Hmm... you think I can make you sexier if I digest? Maybe go to your tits?" Mercy squirms a bit inside. Tracer thinks for a second. "I could probably use the accelerator to guide where you end up going if you want to be digested". "Then by all means, Lena. I want to be a new pair of bountiful tits on your chest." Mercy giggles inside as a loud gurgle ensues. Tracer smiles and nods before starting to rub her stomach, rubbing Mercy's back in the process while thinking "do you want it to be slow?"