"Say, luv, can I ask you something that might be kind of weird?"
"I'd prefer that you did not."
"Do you think my butt might be getting a mite bigger or is it just me?"
Widowmaker removed her eye from her rifle's aiming scope and looked over to glare at Tracer. The young woman had her hands clasped impatiently against her hips and a look of deep consideration forced her face to scrunch up. As soon as she noticed that the blue-toned sniper was staring, Tracer took it as a hint to turn around so that she could present her buttocks to the other woman. It did not even require a single full second of observation for Widowmaker to realize that Tracer's backside was indeed bigger-looking than it once had been. Widowmaker had become, for better or worse, rather familiar with her teammate's backside after having provided her whole team with support from afar for this long already. Tracer's ass may have been prominent in her skin-tight yellow jumpsuit, but it was still rather unimpres