[Cock Growth, Cock Fucking, Breeding, Dronification, Brainwashing]

"So, you can bend Reality to your will? Aren't you clever?"

The cheeky sound of a playful hacker echoed out through a little cell, with a darker-skinned woman held within. A woman that had fought against the hacker before, to the point where they could... Not quite be considered mortal enemies, but at the very least thorns in each others' sides.

"Not clever enough to elude you, I'm afraid." The blue-clad woman said as she looked around, taking note of the various cameras pointed straight at her. "Nor your ability to hack the very same constructs that leave my fingertips." Despite her current predicament, that of a captive, she didn't act like she was one. Rather, she wanted to see what her captor had in store for her first, before she'd act accordingly.

The hacker rolled her eyes as she snapped her fingers, causing the air around her to electrify as she hacked her own active camo, revealing the spicy latina hacker to the clever mind she had captured. "You're not giving me anything to work with, Symmetra. For such a creative mind, you've got no spirit." She muttered. This was part of why she hadn't been able to hate the woman. Because any attempt to get a rise out of her just resulted in the same kind of gentle response.

"Creativity comes in many forms, Sombra." Symmetra said, a sly smile finding its way onto her lips. "I like to express myself through my constructs. Reality as my canvas, with my fingers serving as the pen painting the brand new landscape." She explained, all while ignoring the fact that the woman in front of her was getting nice and red in the face. "Surely there's more to your passion for hacking than superiority?"

Sombra was about to answer. Then she grinned a little and just shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not getting anywhere if I indulge your question." She said, as she started to idly type through the air. "But I think we can just get straight to the fun part. You don't mind, do you?" Her grin widened as she stepped closer, hands outstretched...

Symmetra tried to back her head out of the way of those hands. But considering she was currently stuck in this room with no real way out, her futile struggle didn't last long. And once those hands met her face, she was surprised to find that nothing immediately happened. She merely just raised an inquisitive eyebrow, wondering what the hacker might be planning.

"Have you ever wondering what's possible to hack?" Sombra asked, as her grin turned into a smirk, as a brief jolt poured straight through the indian woman's head, her eyes growing unfocused as she struggled to deal with the new sensation pulsing through her. "You'd be surprised. To me, a brain is little more than another computer to hack. Another database I can steal from." She mused, all while leaning ever closer, to the point where her lips were very nearly grazing all the way up against her captive's. "And I can change it all. With just a single click."

Symmetra couldn't struggle nor resist at this point. All she could do was pant and moan as she felt the pulses run through her. It was like she was being electrocuted, but she felt none of the adverse elements. She felt nothing but pleasure in fact, as the hacker tied every little bit of her brain to the concept of arousal. Even having her rip out ideas and thoughts that weren't necessary was making the indian woman cry out in absolute delight, almost as if she had been trained. That was how tightly knit the idea of pleasure was to everything else.

Her morals. Her wants. Her needs. Her dreams. Her ambitions. All of them were being plucked out of her brain thanks to Sombra's clever hacking, and tossed far away to the point where she'd never get them back. And what would she put in their place? Why, she had stocked up on quite a few interesting pieces of literature, media, and everything else that one might find on the deepest and darkest levels of the web. All so she could cram them into somebody the first chance she got.

All that now filled Symmetra's mind was... Well, it was images of women being bred. Women being used. Women having lots of fun with so many different men. But it was also so much alternative media that featured them in absurd sexual situations that would only be possible in fiction. Being turned into Omnics and preserving the parts of their bodies meant for breeding. Being outright raped by several thick tentacles. Turning against their allies for the promise of nothing but thick cocks. So many absurd and impossible situations, all on display...

The result of having her head crammed full of that much porn? Well, her nethers were overflowing for one. The puddle down on the ground was growing deeper and wider the longer she endured the assault on her mind. Not that she could really perceive anything around her while her mind was being stuffed full of all those thick and arousing videos, and stories chronicling the falls of so many other women like her.

But that wasn't all that Sombra wanted to do. The mind was one thing, but once she had control of the mind, the body could do so much more. Controlling Symmetra through her thoroughly tenderized mind was easy enough, and making her slide her hands across her body and slowly craft herself a better one using the technology at her fingertips, merging hardlight with flesh in the process? Child's play.

The moans that left the indian woman's lips were powerful. Who wouldn't be moaning their heart out as their body grew thicker, growing so plump that they rivaled the most influential broodmothers in history? With hips that could birth dozen, breasts that could feed hundreds, and thighs that could crush anybody that would dare hurt her young...

Young. That was a thought that lingered inside her horny mind. If there was one thing that all of the sex she saw streamed into her mind led to, it was conception. And it all involved some form of cock. But as far as she was aware, there wasn't one in here. Not even on the one who was currently busy stuffing her mind full of all sorts of things. Which meant that she had to make do.

Sombra felt something poking against her stomach as she was busy licking her lips over how wonderful Symmetra was turning out, only to notice the thick purple thing as soon as it brushed against her chin. That was enough to send her staggering backward, a bit of sweat pouring down her face as she realized just what had happened.

The hacked woman had managed to... Well she hadn't manage to break free after she had been hacked, but she had managed to consciously add something that wasn't done on command. A thick cock the size of one of her legs, drooling hardlight cum and sweating that very same kind of 'liquid'. Despite the fact it had very definitely been 'grafted' onto her body, the way it throbbed as she drew breath made it clear that it was just as functional as a real cock.

Symmetra licked her lips as she looked at the hacker. And with a single stroke along her length, she shot out a thick glob of that purple hardlight liquid, which almost immediately splashed onto Sombra's face. Not only making it hard for her to see, but the substance was incredibly sticky as well, making it hard to pull off and regain control of the situation.

"W-What is this!?" Sombra cried out as she tried to pry her fingers underneath the hardlight substance, but she couldn't do much. It was too sticky, and her attempts to pry it off only made it worse. And despite the fact it was a construct, she couldn't hack it. She was left utterly unable to do anything, leaving her in a situation not unlike the one she had placed Symmetra in.

And with her mind completely consumed by all this pleasure, Symmetra was more than happy to take advantage of this. Especially since, while she had a cock, she still needed another to be able to conceive. Something to breed with. And altering Sombra to the point where she would be able to serve that purpose.

Another few strokes was all it would take. Slowly making the hardlight cum within her balls bubble to the surface as she kept her cock trailed on the struggling hacker. Every time her hand met the tip of her cock, another glob fired straight out the thick and open urethra until it splattered against the hacker, coating her in more of the substance and making it harder and harder for her to move.

Sombra wanted to scream as she got smothered in that stuff. But all that she could do was futilely vibrate as her arms were getting stuck to her sides, and her legs were being pinned together. And it only got worse, as more and more of that substance was coating her, to the point where she was completely and utterly encased in it. She couldn't move. She couldn't even really breathe. Trapped within a sticky coffin, a testament to how badly she had screwed up by trying to hack somebody's mind.

Symmetra licked her lips at the sight of such an unrefined construct. But with her hands... No, with her cock, she could fix her. She could make her look just as she always should've. And then the two could breed.

The hardlight-enhanced woman stepped closer to the proverbial coffin, and with her cock aimed squarely at where the hacker's crotch would be, she thrust forward into the sticky construct. As soon as she pulled back, a majority of that substance had managed to gather around her cock, as if it was trying to stop her from pulling back. But it wouldn't be able to stop her. Not when she started to thrust inward once more. Then she'd pull back again. And thrust in again. Repeating, as she molded the hacker with nothing but the thrusts from her cock...

Sombra could feel it all. But she couldn't really understand it. Of course she couldn't. By the time that she was being fucked by that massive cock, the hardlight cum had already started to fuse with her. And the hardlight only existed at the whims of its creator. Which meant that she didn't need to think. She just needed to do what she existed for.

The more she felt that cock fucking her, the more she understood her purpose. And just like she had forced Symmetra to change herself, so was she forced to change. The purple hardlight cum shifting into the form of a curvy woman, with most of Sombra's own features downplayed to make her look more like what a drone would approximate as an attractive woman. Heavy breasts, thick thighs, hips that could kill. All of them making her look like a proper breeder, just with a complete lack of anything decorating her face except a big fat pair of lips because constructs like her didn't need anything else.

The main difference between her and a proper woman, and the ultimate showcase of just how much influence Symmetra had over her, was the hole that she was being fucked in. It wasn't her pussy, and it absolutely wasn't her massive mammaries. It was her cock. Her thick cock was being fucked like her creator's life depended on it. And as Symmetra thrust, so did the drone. To seek greater pleasure. To reach greater heights...

Both of the altered women let out their own cries of pure pleasure, as globs of hardlight cum poured out of their urethra. Though they were fucking each others' cocks, the cum still managed to squeeze past, leaving their balls growing heavier with every blast that was exchanged. And ensuring, even in its conceptual impossibility... That the two would bear young.

...And yet even then, the two weren't done. Because with their altered bodies, and their minds focused on nothing but breeding for the sake of young, they just wanted more. And as they pulled their cocks away, their other holes were still more than ripe for more fun.

It was time to breed. And later, it would be time to birth their young.