The simulated gunfire echoed through the training room as Widowmaker lay sprawled on her stomach on the cold floor, her sniper rifle a natural extension of her arm. Each shot she fired erupted with a satisfying crack, the target dummies collapsing with precise finality. Each shot sent a tremor through the floor, and a ripple of movement through her ass. The recoil wasn't subtle. It was a full-blown jiggle, a seismic event in the microcosm of her perfect cheeks. The powerful rifle bucked against her shoulder, and with each forceful push, her voluptuous ass rippled like a jello mold in an earthquake.

Across the room, you stood frozen, mesmerized. Your gaze, completely against your will, seemed glued to the hypnotic spectacle unfolding before you. Each thunderous crack of the rifle was followed by a mesmerizing jiggle-fest, the waves of movement traveling across her fat ass like a slow-motion explosion. It was...distracting, to say the least.

Suddenly, a sharp cough sliced through the silence, snapping you out of your trance. Widowmaker, still prone, tilted her head back and taking her eyes off the target dummies to give you a glare that dripped with disdain.

Annoyance flickered across Widowmaker's face, a flicker quickly extinguished by her trademark icy demeanor as she broke the silence, her voice dripping with a thick French accent.

"Enjoying the recoil, pervert? I can practically feel you drooling over my ass back there."

She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes.

"Fine,"

she said, her voice laced with cold indifference.

"if you're going to stick around and gawk at least make yourself useful."

A sharp snap of her fingers followed, her gloved hand pointed directly at her rear firmly.

She didn't bother elaborating. And instead returned to her assault on the training targets, each shot as deadly accurate as ever, the symphony of sniper fire punctuated by that same mesmerizing jiggle. after another few shots she looked back over her shoulder at you, clearly annoyed.*

"Get over here now."