Hana knelt down beside her bed and looked at Tracer. The minute Brit was wearing a black top and skintight black pants, she was bouncing up and down on the bed waving her hands at D.Va. She was screaming something but the only thing that reached Hana's ears was a high pitched squeak. Hana gently lowered her finger onto her little friend, pinning her to the fabric by her chest. She didn't hate Tracer, but god she could be annoying sometimes... and feeling her fight for freedom from a single finger, filled Hana with excitement. She begins rubbing at Tracer's body, moaning a little as she pushed her finger against her tiny little chest.
Meanwhile down below Tracer was crying out for help as she was getting groped by her now titanic friend. Punching and kicking at the gigantic digit assaulting her Tracer was finally given respite when D.Va stood up. Too terrified to even look in her direction Tracer quickly climbed down the fabric, hoping her captor wasn't looking as she made a break for the door. Hana stood up and yawned, she walked over to her mirror and lifted her shirt up, dumping it on the floor. She spent a few seconds admiring her own perky little chest before going back over to her bed. When Tracer wasn't where she'd been left Hana turned her attention to the floor, spotting a bold little escapee sprinting along the ground. Smiling, Hana raised her bare foot into the air and quickly brought it down onto Tracer, knocking the poor woman onto her stomach and pinning her to the floor. Tracer screamed as the infinitely large wall of flesh crashed down onto her. She fought, squirmed and wriggled around beneath D.Va's soft sole, but it only server to excite her gigantic owner even more. Hana was so used to being the smallest person wherever she went, it was humiliating at times, that was the main reason she enjoyed her mech so much, she could finally be stronger than other people, but this feeling.. was unbelievable. Completely dominating her friend beneath a single foot, nothing could even compare. More aroused than ever Hana began gently rubbing herself through the fabric of her soft pink shorts, closing her eyes and savouring every little attempt Tracer made for freedom. This went on for a few more minutes before Hana reached a breaking point, she needed release. Stepping off her friend she crouched down and grabbed tracer. She quickly sat down on the bed and dumped her tiny toy....
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