[NSFW] Widowmaker Really Bad Day

Another of my favorite characters to give you a wedgie, I just love the idea of a character that is mostly serious or elegant receives a good wedgie, plus Widowmaker is very sexy and surely deserves one XD

He was also inspired by Seseta's incredible stories in Deviant Art, which I really think is one of the best writers talking about wedgie stories xd

And luckily, he wanted to help me by writing a little story for this drawing, and I really appreciate it, here it goes and I hope you like it. OwO

~STORY TIME~

"You won´t catch me this time, you putain de salope!" shouted Widowmaker.

Her  grappling hook sent her flying away between buildings and balconies, a  light purple dart trying to flee from a gleaming, golden one. Despite  being one of Earth's deadliest assassin, the French beauty still felt a  shiver as the sound of her foe's chuckles reached her ears. No, she  would not allow her to catch her. Not this time. Not when so many people  were watching!

Had she dared to look back, Widowmaker might have  realized a gloved hand had already sneaked into the back of her outfit,  gripping whatever soft cotton could be found underneath. Focused only  on her flight though, the assassin fed more and more power to her  grappling hook, skin drenched in sweat and buttocks clenched in fear.

"This gadget is new and better than the one I had. I swear, this time you won´t catch...me?"

She  felt the pressure a mere heartbeat after turning on the grappling  hook's "turbo mode". Burning with blue light, the device shot the  wide-eyed assassin forth, all the while Tracer just stopped on a roof,  teeth gritted as she yanked back the assassin's stretching undies. A  huge stream became three, thick threads, then a trio of wires, so thin  they were nearly invisible to those confused bystanders looking from  below.

Widowmaker's large butt however, was a different tale. The  assassin shrieked as her previous natural wedgie turned into an axe  between her jiggling buns. Blinded by pain, she flailed her arms around,  which sent her flying left, right and in blind circles. Her  still-unbroken panties followed, wrapping themselves around towers,  homes and the occassional lamp post, covering the city with a spider web  of purple wires.

"Let go! Tracer, you win! Let my panties go please!" shrieked the cross-eyed assassin "MON CUL! MON CUUULLL!!"

Tracer,  who had finished tying her end of the undies to a nearby chimney,  turned her attention back to the flying loser "Don´t worry love. The  cavalry is here!"