Tracer wa ts in pain, not emotional pain- though her pride was very bruised -and any physical pain was somewhat muted. No her pain was the pain of overconfidence. She was in one of the alleyways of the the city; however she was unable to warp or get out of her current predicament.
Her predicament was that she was on her back partially buried in a couch cushion, tired, and at the mercy of her rival Widowmaker. That mercy being---.
Tracer let out a moan of muted pain as Widowmaker butt bounced on her.
Squashed, and dominated by her big butt.
Somehow Talon was able to give her the ability to shrink people, however they didn't take into account of the chances of her being able to rebel against them, and low and behold she rebelled.
The fight between them had started off in a strange reverse of the usual. As she surprised Tracer, and actively trolled her- only instead of hyperactivity, she did so by using her butt to her advantage. Tracer always ended up getting a face full of butt no matter where she turned, and the stinkface she received was the most humiliating thing done to her, second only to being knocked out by butt smothering. After that, she woke up 5 inches tall, and with Widowmaker sitting on her in an unfamiliar room.
Apparently shrinking disabled her warping, but not her ability to stay in this passage of time. Tracer was certain that Winston would've been able to explain that.
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