Hana Song shuddered, falling from her MEKA and bringing a hand to her head. It was supposed to be a practice mission, and yet some glitch had spread across her screen, flashing dozens of images into her brain, images she was still struggling to process.

The only thing the pilot could recall was a repeated message, one that told her she was a sheep for believing Overwatch’s propaganda. Her mind focused on that, the words clinging to her brain like glue as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Ah… Hah… Eh-eheh…” She bleated softly, the message drumming irresistibly into her subconscious and even her conscious mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about that, about sheep.

That’s what the images were about, weren’t they? Her brow furrowed as she managed to recall one in particular: a view of a field from a sheep’s perspective, including its snout. It swirled around her mind, and her face began to ache as she tried to jut out her jaw, mimicking the sheep’s muzzle.

It wasn’t that she wanted to change into a sheep, just that she wanted to mimic one and see what that picture was like firsthand. Of course, what she wanted didn’t have any effect on the end consequences.

Her skin began to darken, nose broadening as it flattened on her face. She could feel it stretching out; feel her ears becoming large and floppy. None of it was sending any alarm to her brain… At least, not until she ran her thickening tongue along a set of much clumsier teeth.

Somehow this motion brought her to the present, and Hana yelped in shock, bringing her hands to her face and gawping at just how much of it was in her peripheral vision. “Wait, what’s ha-ah-ahpenning to me!?”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she bleated hard, the sound just like that of a sheep. She could feel the changes begin to settle within her mind, more of those damnably irresistible images flooding her thoughts.

She thought of looking down to find hooves instead of feet, and was greeted with the sound of sensation of her feet bloating, skin darkening into enamel. A pair of cloven hooves burst from her jumpsuit, and she whimpered anxiously as they dug into the grass she stood upon.

She thought about her breasts becoming teats, and a stammered moan slipped past her lips as she watched them slide down her body, nerves tingling as they resettled to between her legs. Her nipples stretched so that they were visible through her suit, giving her a bovine udder.

She thought about sheep, about bleating and grazing. This was something she rebelled against, though her resistance was fading. It was getting hard, so very hard to think.

“Ahahahm I a sheep?” Hana groaned, eyes fluttering. Her body felt numb, and she fell to her knees, letting out another soft bleat. There was something settling over her mind, a blank haze that was completely… Empty.

Much as she wanted to struggle against its inexorable pull, the girl couldn’t help but slip into a trance, her mind enslaved to its whims. “I… Sheep… Ahahah… Baaah…”

The girl fell to her hands, assuming a stooped posture that soon corrected itself. Her arms and legs shrank, even as her feminine hourglass figure began to expand. Her suit stretched around herself, runs and tears forming along its blue poly-cloth.

All the while, her pores itched madly. Countless hairs curled from her skin, a white coat unbecoming of a girl but befitting of a sheep. Slowest of all, a stubby tail clicked out from her spine, waggling gently as new muscles settled along its length.

Hana’s face stretched out further, growing from its half-muzzle to the complete deal. Head swimming, she let out another trembling bleat. “Deeheeheevahahah…” It was a name, one that she knew she should have remembered but one she couldn't quite place.

A loud ripping filled the air as her skin darkened to a midnight black, and more and more wool grew from her body. She was… Sheep? Hana? It was so hard to remember… She wanted to think, but every attempt at reasoning was met with a feral, dimwitted void.

She looked down to her hands, watching as they clumped into hard, useless hooves. It was… Frightening? Natural? Hana wasn’t sure which anymore. She wasn’t sure of anything. Her brain melted away as thick wool finished covering her from head to tail, all over herself save her vacant face.

“Haahaanaaah… Baaah… Baaa-aah-aaah!” She bleated, the last of her human intellect dripping away. Her eyes glazed over completely, and she felt the panic in her chest begin to ebb. She couldn’t remember why she was so afraid; why her heart was still beating hard in her chest.

She couldn’t remember much of anything. But why would she want to remember? There was grass before her, and she was hungry.

“Baaah…” The sheep mumbled dumbly, lowering her head to the field and taking a large bite of the greenery. She absently kicked the clothing of a long-forgotten heroine to the side, her fate forever sealed.