Mercy walked up to the stranger. Since she didn't entirely know how to ask, she went for the blunt route.
"Have you ever considered being eaten?" Mercy asked.
"Sometimes but I've never gone through with it. I'd be happy to be your lunch though!" The woman responded enthusiastically.
"Well, you wouldn't exactly be my lunch. I was planning to feed you to someone else that I was going to eat."
"That... actually sounds really exciting. Sure!"
"Let's get you back to my room then."
The woman could barely contain her joy as the two headed to Mercy's room. Inside, Widow was tied to a chair, wearing only her bodysuit.
"Wait a minute, is the meal you were talking about Widowmaker? The Talon assassin?" asked the woman nervously.
"That's right," answered Mercy. She turned to Widowmaker. "Open wide, you're about to get a last meal~" Mercy told her.
Widowmaker, already resigned to her fate, complied. "Now step in," Mercy instructed the filling.
"A-Alright," she said. The filling took a step into Widow's mouth. Widow began to swallow rhythmically, more like a machine than a person. The filling took a gasp, being pulled more quickly than she had expected into Widowmaker. Widow's belly began to bulge out, tearing through her bodysuit. Once Widowmaker had fully consumed her last meal, the ropes began to break as well. At this point though, it didn't matter, as Widow was slipping in and out of a food coma. Mercy hefted Widow onto a table, her mouth watering. Right in front of her was a big, juicy piece of meat ready to be devoured.
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