Mercy yelped as a hook snared around her waist, reeling her in close and shoving her against Australia’s Most Wanted criminal.

“Hi.” He said simply, grabbing her shoulder hard with one hand.

The healer’s eyes widened comically as she realized just how useless her Caudecus Staff would be against someone who literally weighed half a ton, and she dearly began to wish that Jack, Fareeha, or even that faux-British bitch Oxton was there for her.

Of course, she’d heard enough prayers in the past to know that they seldom were granted, and instead the woman could only flinch as the hulking man drove a needle hard into her side.

It almost looked like one of Ana’s darts, though a much cruder version of one. Its effect matched its appearance, and rather than the swimming light-headedness of Ana’s weapons of choice, Mercy felt a burning heat run through her body.

Knees weak, Mercy fell forward against the villain, her hands sinking into his soft chest as she began to pant. “W-why am I so hot?” The blonde muttered, brow furrowed with concentration.

She didn’t know why, but something felt… wrong about her. It was like her head was slowly being stuffed with cotton; the same feeling she’d get when on an all-night bender.

“Did… Did you drug me?” She wobbled slightly as she spoke, whimpering as a strange sense of claustrophobia hit her. It was like her suit was too constricting around her; cramping her within its protective embrace.

“That would be boring. This is… Something new.” He grunted, and Mercy moaned as his words filled her with more of that strange heat.

“New?” She whimpered, not quite getting it. Why was she getting so flustered by his voice; by his closeness; by his very smell? God in heaven, was she actually getting turned on by this?

“Is this some sort of...” Mercy began, searching for the right word. “Aphro… Afro…” Her mind was drawing a total blank, and a small whimper of distress slipped past her lips as she looked up to her aggressor.

“Feeling dumber, doc? You should be.” Roadhog grunted, belly jiggling as he rumbled with laughter. “We got tired of your high-and-mighty act, so we thought we’d just even the field.”

“Wha?” Mercy blinked, gasping in horror. “N-no, you can’t do that, I’m not dumb! I have a doctorate!”

Even as she spoke, she could feel something incurring on her mind, making it harder to concentrate. Worse, her suit began to feel tighter and tighter, actually bringing a squeak of discomfort to her soft lips.

A daring thought entered her mind, one so insane that she just had to try it. She could remove the suit, pressing the release button and seeing what would happen from there. Sure, it meant that Roadhog would be free to ogl her and do as he pleased, but…

She actually wasn’t entirely sure if that was a bad thing anymore.

Without so much as a second thought, Mercy clicked at the release on her Caudecus armor, the seals hissing as they burst. Her smooth skin shone with sweat as it was exposed to the light, then she felt it jiggle.

Squeaking in surprise, she looked down to find that her generous hips and ass had grown even larger, now bulging from her body and just begging to be touched. She had a distinct pear-shape now, one that Roadhog seemed to take quite the interest in.

She felt it before she saw it, something hard pressing just above her crotch. The woman gasped as she looked down to find the fat man was fully erect, his gaze unwavering.

Mercy didn’t know how to respond to that, but it seemed that her body did. She dropped to her knees with a lust-addled groan, delicate fingers working at the belt to his pants.

There was an audible pop as the clasp sprung free, and his trousers dropped to reveal his proud length. Mercy flushed as she realized that she could actually smell his groin; a thick odor that promised of pleasure.

“Oh my… I suppose that you really are big everywhere…” She tried to sound flirtatious, but her reduced intellect made the statement sound dimwitted.

Still Roadhog laughed, and it made the woman feel a bit better about herself. She blushed and stroked his shaft, bringing her head close to it and drinking in the scent that was uniquely his.

“Y-you’re making my head feel all funny…” Mercy moaned, tongue slipping past her lips. She gently lowered her head against him, licking the base of his shaft while caressing his length with her hands; nuzzling it with her cheek.

Roadhog didn’t moan, nor did he thank her. Instead, he simply snorted. “You look better on your knees.” He chuckled, angling his head to one side as Mercy continued to lustily lap at his cock. “Enough foreplay, get to work.”

It was a harsh command, one that sent shivers of arousal up and down Mercy’s spine. She moaned and ran her tongue along her lips, blushing as she realized how thick they felt.

The slight thrill of embarrassment was soon washed out as she realized just how good these fat lips would have to feel on his cock, and Mercy eagerly dove upon it.

The second she enveloped the man’s throbbing length with her cock, the battle angel realized that something was very, very wrong. The cloudy haze to her mind only got worse as she began to suck him off, every bob of her head making it harder to think.

“Oh, I might’ve forgot. The more you blow me, the more of a brainless whore you become.” Roadhog snorted with amusement. Then he grabbed the back of Mercy’s head with both hands and shoved her hard onto his length, mashing her nose into his pubic hairs and erasing years of medical school from her mind.

“Mnnphhh! Mfffrl!” Mercy gagged around the length, eyes watering. She could feel his tip in her throat; smell his overpowering musk with every breath she took. The woman tried to panic, but it was getting so hard to think; so hard to remember.

Frantically, she tried to latch onto memories of her teammates, but the blond could only sob in horror as she began to forget why she cared about them. All she could think of was how much she’d like them to fill her every hole, using her like the dumb slut she was.

Tears dripped from Mercy’s eyes as she looked up to Roadhog, eyes beginning to glaze over. It was so hard to think, to fight… Mercy didn’t want to lose her mind, but there was something deep inside her that wanted, needed to fuck.

Slowly, the woman began to bob her head up and down. All resistance crumbled to dust in the face of her awakened lust, and she closed her eyes, accepting her much-hated fate.

The airy feeling in her head only grew the more she moved, and Mercy began to forget why she’d been upset; why she’d ever not want to be like this. She started to actually enjoy blowing herself into a brainless bimbo, and that scared a part of her.

Unfortunately for the former doctor, that part was getting smaller and smaller with every second. And with each pass of her tongue, she began to get sloppier and louder, caressing his length with her tongue and swirling it around the base of his tip like a professional.

Her IQ plummeted, to the point where she almost forgot who she was fellating. Only the pig on his chest reminded him of who she was, also giving her an idea.

Mercy pulled her head from his cock without much resistance, lifting herself a little higher and pressing her full breasts around his manhood. Then she brought her head close to his fat stomach, licking at the tattoos and reveling in how far her tongue could sink into the soft fat.

The best part was, she could taste him. It was a thick, salty flavor that clung to her tongue and drove her to want even more. If Roadhog minded his new personal slutslave’s addiction, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grunted as she began to massage her breasts along his shaft, using their fat to get him off just as she was licking his to get herself off.

Mercy blushed as she felt Roadhog’s cock twitch in her breasts, and she snatched her head back from his belly to take him once more, as deep into her throat as possible.

“Cum ‘n mgny moufff!” She whined around his length, looking up to him with pleading eyes. She couldn’t remember a thing she’d ever wanted more than this in her entire life.

Thankfully, she wasn’t kept waiting long. With a loud snort, Roadhog twitched his hips, flooding her throat with his cum, almost choking her with its volume. Despite how hard she tried to swallow it, some still escaped her nose, trickling down to her lips as she coughed.

Hurriedly, the woman wiped her face and licked her hands; then licked her lover as clean as possible. She gulped down this latest mouthful and opened her mouth wide for Roadhog to see she’d swallowed it all.

“Good slut.” He snorted, pulling a leather band from his pants. He pulled it around Mercy’s neck, tightening it fast and slinging his hook through a loop in the impromptu collar. “Now, follow me. Once we get back home, we’ll see about knocking you up. Always wanted a kid or two.”

“Like, Mercy loves that! She wants to get so full of cum!” Mercy replied vapidly, a dumb smile spread wide across her face.

The intelligent woman she had been was gone forever. Now, only a pear-shaped bimbo remained.

And Mercy loved it.