Overwatch ENF: Doctor Knows Best

Moira gestured towards a small platform in the center of the room, signaling for the nervous young woman to step onto it. She then called for the students to gather around the patient. In no time, Symmetra found herself encircled by curious faces, like a revered idol on a pedestal. Or perhaps some sort of perverse fertility deity, being worshiped by a sea of hungry, wanton eyes. 

As she was wondering what fresh humiliation she might be subjected to, Moira walked up behind her and retrieved a thin measuring tape from her lab coat. She wrapped the thin ribbon of plastic around her waist and the top of her rib cage, calling out the measurements for the class to type into their tablets. Symmetra seethed at being reduced to numbers but managed to stifle her growing indignation. Her expression turned to one of shock though, when Moira spun her around and wrapped the measuring tape around her shapely bottom. Her buttocks were plump and rounded, with most of her body fat seeming to have deposited itself to her lower half. The meaty globes jiggled wantonly as Moira called out her hip measurements.  

“Oh!” Symmetra cried out in surprise as the geneticist grabbed her left boob and jiggled it playfully at the students. 

“My my, what have we here? ”, the woman said in a tone that was neither professional nor respectful.

Several hands shot up, but Moira opted to call on one of the younger students. Symmetra fumed, realizing that the woman was intentionally choosing the most humiliating options to answer.

“The patient seems to be suffering from nipple inversion, a condition where the nipple retracts inward instead of pointing outward,” a young high school-aged girl responded.

Symmetra trembled as the focus of the class shifted to one of her greatest insecurities and looked at Moira pleadingly. Just move on! she screamed in her head. But Moira seemed to sense her embarrassment and instead placed a finger on the offending nipple, prodding it gingerly. “So it would seem! I don’t know how I didn’t spot this earlier!” the woman chirped innocently. 

As Symmetra gazed into Moira’s eyes, she was suddenly reminded of something from the woman’s black file kept in the Vishkar archives. It had stated that despite the geneticist’s genuine concern for scientific advancement, she took a perverse pleasure in conducting experiments on helpless subjects. She concealed this cruelty behind a façade of calm professionalism, but Symmetra could see it in her eyes now. 

When Moira’s inhumane experimentation on live subjects had been leaked publically, it had severely damaged the reputation of Overwatch. With the woman’s cold hand now wrapped around her naked breast, Symmetra couldn’t help but to feel like one of the poor rabbits that had been subjected to one of her invasive scientific tortures.