Angela had you start right away. You agreed, clearly needing the distraction. You dragged your fat, pregnant self out of bed in the morning to head to the medbay. You were grumpy, but things would be probably better once you got started.

“Just keep me stocked,” Angela told you after you settled your weight in your desk chair. “Stocked with coffee.”

Your new job turned out to be more interesting than Angela previously told you. At first, you sorted out the appointment schedule. That was normal enough, and you could rest your feet at your desk. Then a haggard McCree walked past your desk, asking for some coffee. Begged for coffee. Just take it to him during his appointment. He didn’t care.

You walked in on he and Angela having a staring contest over his smoking habit.

“Yer not gonna win this time, Angie.”

“I will win.”

You had an idea. You blushed, feeling this was out of character for you. But Angela might appreciate the help.

You walked over to place Angela’s mug at the sink behind her. You leaned down to place it just so.

Leaned a little further.

A little more.

You squeezed your forearms together.

Your pregnancy-enhanced cleavage was staring at Jesse from across the room.

You wiggled.

He glanced at you, and Angela jumped in victory.

“Ha! Take that!” she exclaimed, pointing at him. Then she held out her hand to receive his latest pack of cigarillos.

He muttered angrily to himself and left.

“Nice job,” Angela told you, impressed.

You grinned, happy to be of help.

“So, who’s next?”

“Reinhardt. He’s a tough one.”

“Tougher than that?” you asked, referring to McCree.

You were about to learn what that meant. Reinhardt strode in proudly, proclaiming his great health.

“Strong as an ox!” And “No, she can stay. See what a real man is like!” with a wink at you.

You raised your eyebrows at that and settled onto a stool in the corner with some decaf.

Within a minute, Reinhardt was whimpering and begging the good doctor not to give him a vaccination. He scooted away and cowered when presented with the needle.

“You are going to an area infected with malaria! You have to get this or you’re not going!”

Reinhardt bawled loudly next. Seemed fake to you. Angela waved you over. You dragged the stool with you and sat next to the trembling man on the exam table.

“Hold him down.”

You shot her an are you kidding me frown. She nodded, Go on.

You put your palm flat against his chest, expecting him to throw your hand off.

“Damen, bitte!” he exclaimed.

“Nein,” the doctor growled.

Reinhardt cried quieter under the weight of your hand but did not move. The doctor pulled up his sleeve and inserted the needle into his upper arm.

“Why would you do this to me,” he begged.

“All done,” she said, removing the needle and patting his arm.

“That’s it?!” he gasped.

“Yup.”

Reinhardt sprang up from between the both of you, back to standing like his usual, proud self.

“See? Nothing to it!” he told you.

You don’t know what just happened, but Angela thanked you after. So you must have helped. You told Genji about your success at work that night over a video call on a secure channel just like he said you could.

“I can’t tell you the details, because that’d be unprofessional. But it is hilarious.”

“I’m glad you are doing better.”

“I am!” You beamed.

“It is really hard to be away. And-and I can’t make love to you…? Do you know how hard…? How hard I am right now?” He pouted at you with his lower lip stuck out and his thick eyebrows tilted sadly.

“Isn’t that distracting? Why don’t do you do something about it?”

That got Genji’s attention. Sent his heart speeding, pumping more blood south. He took a deep breath, then said, “I have an idea.”

Genji ordered you a bullet vibrator. He said you should entertain yourself with it as you pleased, and he would send you naughty pictures. You agreed.

“Okay, but you better send those pictures. This is an equal deal.”

“Of course,” Genji promised with a purr. “I can’t wait.”

The look in his dark eyes is reminiscent of when you first told him you were pregnant. He left, and this time the sting of his absence was tempered with excitement. You hung up and lay back, considering what might happen next.

Genji sent you a good morning text the next morning before work, indirectly reminding you about your deal. Excitement prickled up your arms. The image of Genji stuffing himself in a random corner mid-mission to jerk off in a desperate huff as a poor substitute for making love to you came unbidden to your mind. You inserted the vibrator before heading to work. Because honestly, you missed making love to Genji as much as he did. You needed the substitute as much as he did.

You enjoyed the dull buzz between your legs as you brewed coffee and organized the doctor’s schedule.

The first orgasm hit mid-conversation with Angela. Your phone buzzed, a message from Genji. Maybe the dick pic you wanted. Only a gentle push mentally, that sent you over the edge.

“Oh. Oh, fuck,” you groaned suddenly, swaying in your desk chair.

“What? Something wrong?”

“I just, umm, peed myself a little.”

“That’s odd. You never mentioned this problem before.”

“Yeah, it’s new. Mind if I just go clean up really quick?”

“Sure. Come right back. Coffee’s running low.”

You hurried to the bathroom. You washed the vibrator as best you could and tucked it back in. This secret little arrangement with Genji was proving to liven up your work day. The first picture was Genji’s crotch with his modesty plate missing and the outline of a semi-erection tucking upwards behind the black fabric. You set the toy to low again and went back to work, waiting for more pictures.

The next picture had Genji’s dick hanging out of the black fabric. The one after was from behind, showcasing his shapely ass. He held his dick down between his legs so you could see everything in one frame. You went weak, melting over in your chair onto the desk.

“Jesus Christ, Genji. How are you so good at this?” you whispered to yourself.

It turned out to be a bad combination with the current size of your bladder. It seemed to tickle your bladder through your walls, leading you to squirm in your chair and being hit with weak orgasm after weak orgasm until you ran awkwardly to the bathroom again, holding your breasts in place to keep them from swinging.

It totally killed the mood and your energy level.

Angela caught you sleeping at your desk at the time you normally took your nap. You apologized, but she sent you to bed to rest. You did get in bed, but you stayed awake to message your baby daddy.

I think I have to end our deal. I had fun, but having to pee ruined it, you sent him.

😦 That is saddening news. However 🙂 I have something that might cheer you up. ;P

Your phone lit up with a video call from him, and you answered right away.

“Hello,” he said, sounding a bit distant from the call.

You smiled, happy to see the light shining in his green visor, but wishing he was there for you to reach out to and take his hand.

You wiggled your fingers in a wave. Genji waved back.

“I have something to show you…”

His hand dipped down, and he produced a small object; the same remote as the one Genji gave you.

“Oh, really?” you said, smiling and sitting up.

What a pleasant surprise. Genji looked away, concentrating on working out the plate protecting his nethers and pushed aside the black fabric on top. His chest fell with the sigh of relief from being free, and he flipped the camera around.

“It has been like that all day,” he whined.

“Then take care of it. Let’s see.”

Genji ran his hand up his reddish, stiff erection and give the head a quick squeeze.

“Alright, but I have to be quick. They are waiting for me.”

You slipped some fingers in your mouth in lieu of his cock.

“See this?” He lightly pinched the slight bulge the base of his length. “I was thinking about you, and my knot grew.”

Genji tugged on his foreskin, relaxed his fist and stroked downward, pulling the skin down to show his slick cockhead.

“You know, Honey,” you began.

He looked up from his dick to lock eyes with you.

“If the rumours about you are true, then can you put on a show for me?”

Genji laughed.

“They are partially true, but it has been a while since I did that.”

He sat up and placed the phone down to show the nondescript safehouse bed he was lying on. He sat back on his heels with his erect cock nestled in the junction between his thigh and his pelvis.

Genji drummed his fingers on his jaw, pondering what to do. He looked around. Then he grabbed the pillow behind him. He put the pillow under his stomach. He fell forward on it, onto his forearms, giving you a view of his body from the side.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t believe he was about to fuck a pillow for your entertainment. But he arched his lower back, curving his fleshy ass up. Genji rocked his hips into the valley his cock pressed into the pillow. Purposefully and slow at first. Your surprise morphed into delight as Genji inhaled broken gasps, getting off nicely on the friction.

He full-body rocked into the pillow, moaning deeply. His cock was hard and straining. The dark pink head, shiny with precum dragged against the fabric.

He slowed temporarily to taunt you.

“This pillow is no substitute for you, but I can see you can’t take your eyes off me.”

You blushed and covered your mouth with your hand.

“So cute,” he said.

“Hey, you’re the one putting on the show here. Don’t forget.”

“It’s good motivation,” he assured you.

“You’re something else,” you said, shaking your head.

“What’s something else…is my love for you.”

You feel onto your face and groaned.

“Stoooop.”

“No,” he chuckled breathily, “I’m almost there.”

You lifted your head and Genji was facing the camera. Genji jerked himself furiously. His fist was a blur, but he was having trouble finishing.

“It’s not the same as your cunt,” he growled, biting down on the last word.

“Why don’t you just imagine it’s me, then? Your hand.”

“Okay,” Genji panted.

He closed his eyes and went at it harder. His lips grew apart as he neared his climax. You were smug, because normally he was louder while buried inside your clutching heat.

But his cum did shoot up high. He opened his mouth at the last second, and the thick stream landed partially inside his lips. He coughed once, having inhaled some of the thick fluid. Then he laughed at himself.

“I forgot how that tasted.” Genji gave you an open-mouthed smile. “I didn’t think I could still do that.”

You facepalmed, but you admitted it was a good show.