A Spider Finds a Bug

This wasn't what you had signed up for when you enlisted in Overwatch. You knew your job would be dangerous of course, and you had been filled in on how "bizzare" many of the members of Talon were during your training. But despite the rather colorful crew you would be facing you still always figured that bullets and bombs would be what tried to kill you, or a rocket powered fist if you were really unlucky. Exotic weaponry was on your mind when you had been given the assignment of keeping eyes on the talon agent known as "Widowmaker" until backup arrived, she had been spotted near where you were on patrol which is why such a job was given to someone as fresh as you. You were extra cautious as you followed her across the rooftops, keeping her signature venom mines well in mind everytime you turned a corner. But your caution apparently wasn't enough as after one corner a cloud of purple gas hissed into your face, causing you to groggily stumble to the ground. Your vision quickly went black, and the last glimpse of the world you got contained a rather distinctive looking woman. You don't know how much time passed before you finally came to, but to your confusion and horror the rooftop around you seemed to have exploded in size! It was around the time you figured that you somehow shrinking might explain your situation better that a ground shaking thud captured your attention, you turned to see the towering form of what you barely recognized as a combat boot planted nearby. You nervously turned your gaze upward to see the smug smirk of one of Talon's most sadistic assasins looking down at you, before you were flung backwards with great pain as she nudged you with the toe of her boot.

"I figured that Moira's new chemical compound would prove impresive, even though she wouldn't tell me what it did. But this is truly assez passionnant. I can think of so many games I will be able to play with you Overwatch bugs now that I have this..."

As she was speaking the towering femme fatale slowly removed her boots while still making eye contact with you. Too horrified to move you just watched as her sweaty, titanic bare sole eclipsed the sky above you, before being slowly pressed down on top of you. Your body sunk into her soft flesh, easing the weight a bit. But while you were grateful to be alive the stench and gushing sweat that washed over you nearly made you puke, and as the heartless sniper above you began rolling you beneath her sole like a pebble motion sickness was added to the pot. After about a minute of toying with you she seemed to be satisfied, and ruthlessly grabbed you with her toes before dropping you into her open boot. You can barely see in this damp, fetid hellhole, but you hardly needed light to guess what the massive shape sliding towards you was. No amount of struggling saved you from being smothered under her reappearing foot, and you were pressed harshly into the insole of her boot with a disgusting squelch. Despite your sealed in nature you could still make out her voice above you, albeit muffled. 

"Hmm, I figured you would have popped like a grape under me by now. Either that gas made you tougher or you're a more hardened soldier than you looked, though I'm betting it's the first option. I can barely wait to try this out on some of the more prominent members of Overwatch, but I suppose as meaningless as you are you could be worth keeping around as a toy. At the very least to test out how far your durability lasts..."

That was the last thing your new owner had said to you for the moment, though you expected more taunting to come once she had the chance to torture you again. Not that your current spot as her living insole wasn't torture, but it was clear she was now paying attention to whatever her mission was rather than you. You tried to convince yourself that Overwatch would rescue you at some point, but even if they tracked the assassin down you couldn't imagine they would check under her feet defeating her. As you suffered under the humid sole of what you feared might be your new goddess for life, you wished you had never read that recruitment poster...