(Sombra to Various)
Hen
“Buh-Gwak!” Sombra’s head jerked forwards as she clucked, and a massive flush spread across her cheeks. She looked down to her feathery body with clear disdain, silently cursing whatever sick omnic trap had been laid for her.
Laid. The irony of it didn’t escape her. The woman tried to sprint towards her extract beacon, but her motion was becoming increasingly stilted, her brisk pace soon devolving into a waddle. The reason for it was immediately evident: her feet were hardening below herself, her toes elongating, fusing together.
“GWAKBWAK!” She managed, her voice long since gone. The dark-haired beauty looked down to her ungainly chicken legs, then up to the glowing beacon. Desperately, she reached a hand out towards it-in time to see her fingers begin to fuse together, feathers poking out from her skin.
It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t numb either-she could feel every quill slipping from her skin, effortlessly pushing past her pores as though she was made of clay. She watched in numb horror as the quills grew thick tufts of feathers, then squawked in a maddeningly insipid fashion.
This couldn’t happen to her, she was an agent of Talon; was a talented hacker; was egg-laying he.
The last thought entered her head unbidden, and she let out an indignant squawk as she realized that the changes to her body were only the onset of something far, far worse. Years of covert experience, of breaking into the most secure systems in the world were being erased from her mind a thought at a time.
She tried to hang on, tried to retain her intelligence. Even as her skull shrank around her head, as her beautiful locks fell from her scalp, the hacker fought to keep her humanity. The breaking point came with a pressure between her legs, one she’d never experienced in her life.
Sombra knew what it was, despite its novelty. She could feel a large, ovoid object pressing at her cloaca, stretching her, aching for release. Her mouth fell slack as it extended into a beak, and sheer startled revulsion drove every thought from her brain.
Then the egg slipped from her, clacking onto the ground. “GAHBUCKPOCKBOCKBWAK!” She let out a torrent of what was meant to be curses, her ability to even comprehend the thoughts she had fading faster and faster with every passing second.
Mortified, the chicken pressed a wing… No, she wasn’t chicken, wasn’t stupbawkbwak. Guhbawk!
Her brilliant mind vanished forever, replaced with the insipid babbling of a chicken. As a comb grew from her neck, her eyes glazed. Then the hen began to peck at the strands of what was once her hair. She arranged them in a neat circle around herself, squatting down into her new nest and grunting as another egg pressed at her hole.
The hen needed to lay eggs, because she was a dumb animal. Her farmer would be along for her soon, and she had to lay eggs for him. She wasn’t a human, wasn’t a hacker, wasn’t a spy. All of her aspirations were forever forgotten, and in their place was a numb, egg-laying bliss.
Cow
Sombra grunted, pressing a hand to her head and feeling a horn jutting from her hair. A low curse slipped from her thickening lips, and she looked to the pasture that was once her agency. “Mad Cow Disease my ass…” She grunted, yelping as a sharp pain from her spine heralded the growth of a long, tufted tail.
She swayed the new appendage experimentally, scowling at it. It was a novelty, that much was true. She’d never thought to control such a limb in her life, and yet here she was. Doubtless Moira would be curious, were it not for the fact that the scientist was currently grazing in the field that was once her office.
Omnic nanites had reconstructed the facility and their bodies, and only Sombra’s failing augmentics had kept her human thus far. Already she could feel that changing, the circuitry in her body being replaced with organic, bovine parts.
Her stomach in particular ached as it split, and she pressed a malforming hand to her gut. It expanded, stretching her sleek outfit to the breaking point. Her body was making room for the multiple stomachs of a cow, and her clothes couldn’t keep up with the changes.
One of said stomachs clenched, and Sombra’s eyes widened as she coughed grass into her mouth. Her cud was thick like gum, and instinct warranted she chew it, a placid numbness settling over her mind with every work of her jaw.
It was like every time she chewed her cud, she lost a little more of herself, something the woman realized with more than an iota of discontent. Her nostrils flared as she glared to her belly, then they kept flaring, kept widening.
She opened her mouth in distress as she watched her muzzle grow, watched her petite nose swell larger and flatter on her face. “MOOO!” She bellowed, her own voice mimicking a cow’s cry. She knew she wouldn’t keep a female tone much longer, vividly remembering how Widowmaker’s delicate French cries had degenerated into the dumb bellows of a beast.
Frantically, she fumbled for her belt, as if she had any tool that could help her. Of course, her search came up empty-worse, it heralded the breaking point for her clothing. As her hand touched her waist, it expanded violently, an udder tearing through her tight outfit like a needle popping a balloon.
Her clothes burst from her body, the motion violent enough to unbalance her. The agent grunted as she fell to all fours, her teeth flattening as she cried out. “Oh nooOOOO!”
Her hands clopped as they hit the ground, and she looked down to find that she’d grown the hooves of a cow. For a moment, she considered this change to be the most humiliating to herself-until she felt an ache between her legs.
Sombra’s eyes widened as her tail brushed along her folds, feeling them thicken, soak with need. Her eyes glazed as she let out one last cry for help, one that would go unheard. “HOOOOlp MOOO!” She managed, her tongue thickening past her thick cow lips.
Then, as her folds thickened behind her other pair of lips, she echoed it with another cry. “FOOOCK MOOO!”
Sheep
“You know what I’ve always envied about you? Your hair.” The statement had sounded so innocuous, to the point where Sombra had scoffed at it. Then Moira had injected her with something, some sort of chemical.
“Wha-aaa-aat haa-aaa-ve you done to me-eh-eh?” Sombra bleated, her voice hitching as her body began to feel… wrong. She looked down to her hands in horror, watching as her fingers clumped together, fusing with one another to form ugly, clumsy hooves.
“I’d explain, but in a few minutes you won’t be able to understand. A pity, because I did think you above average.” Moira steepled her fingers, a slow smile crossing her face. “At least after this you’ll be able to actually serve Talon.”
Sombra grunted, sweat dewing along her brow as she began to feel ungodly warm. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, but panting wasn’t enough to alleviate this heat. It was like she’d put on three extra layers of clothing, with every layer made of
“Wool…” She finished her own thought, looking down to her chest and watching as curly violet fur began to creep out from her pores. The woman looked up to the self-professed scientist, gawping in stunned shock. “You didn’t perfect it… How could you have?”
“Ironically, the false leads you entered into my work turned out to be exactly what I’d needed. Funny how the world works, isn’t it?” Moira chuckled, walking to Sombra and stroking the woman behind her ears.
It was like being massaged. A low groan of content slipped from past Sombra’s ears as they lengthened, flopping over from their heaviness. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she realized with a start that she was aroused.
“And there’s the other half to it. You see, those Trojans you included? The ones that redirected my research to pornographic outlets?” Moira looked into Sombra’s glazing eyes, triumph clear in her own gaze. “As luck would have it, lust is the most effective catalyst of all.”
“Baa-ah-ah.” Was Sombra’s ineloquent response, the Latina falling onto her ass, tearing off her clothes, and shoving her hooves into her needy pussy. “BAA-AA-AAH!”
Tears of bliss dewed at Sombra’s eyes. She knew it was wrong, knew that she shouldn’t be doing this in front of Moira. Hell, she was even embarrassed-more humiliated than she’d been in her entire life. But this was the greatest pleasure she’d ever had, the most intense bliss of her life.
Her toes curled seconds before hardening into hooves, and the woman clacked them against the floor. A stubby tail grew from her backside, wiggling with bliss as she soaked her thick, purple pubic fur.
“Good girl. Why don’t you admit to the world what you are?”
“Aaa-aaah’m horrrgn-yy-yy-yy shee-ee-eeep!” Sombra bleated, drooling with insensate pleasure as she fingerfucked her own humanity away.
Rat
Trapped. Sombra was trapped.
She jumped to her feet, looking around her surroundings in terror. The last she’d remembered, Volskaya had hired some pink-haired transvestite to jump her. The last thing the hacker remembered prior to now was an oversized fist slamming into her face, then blackness.
Now… Now she was in some sort of labyrinth. The hacker lifted a hand to a wall, glaring as she realized that she couldn’t hack it.
“So, stone walls, no way out but forward… Lovely.” Sombra frowned, looking ahead and sighing as she saw that the passage seemed to shrink the further it went on. “And someone has a sense for the dramatic, how lovely. Once I get out of this, Katya and I will need to have a long, long talk.”
The woman frowned as she set forward, taking it one step at a time. Little did she know, every one of her steps was carrying her further towards an impossible fate, and farther from humanity. Whiskers slipped from her cheeks and her nose began to twitch, though she paid little attention to the mild tingling these changes produced.
Even the growth of a long, hairless, whiplike tail wasn’t enough to keep her from walking. No, Sombra only realized something was awry when her pants dropped.
A flush crossed her tanned features, and the dark-haired beauty knelt down, only to squeak as she caught sight of her tail for the first time. She turned around, unable to process that it was hers, and in doing so she tripped over her own oversized clothes.
The Latina fell on her face with a rodent-like squeak, and she opened her eyes to watch as her face began to extend into a rat’s muzzle. Worse, she now was able to see the tunnel she’d been walking down. It was larger than she’d remembered, much larger. Or… Rather, she was smaller.
Sombra was an intelligent woman, and despite the sheer insanity of the situation she was able to put two and two together. The woman was shrinking, and the animal-like features on her face could only mean one thing.
“I’m a rat in a maze…” She muttered, her voice in a higher pitch. Her nose twitched apprehensively, only to twitch even harder as it picked up a rich scent. Cheese! There was cheese in the maze hungry cheese feed breed cheese need breed cheese feed
Sombra blinked, grunting as she regained some semblance of her thought. Then she squeaked in terror, realizing that she’d blacked out for five minutes. It was five minutes of her body scampering towards the ch-the food, she didn’t want to invite another lapse-and that five minutes had cost her dearly. She looked like a rat with human hair now, the only feature about herself that was even close to what she’d been just moments before.
Her body was tiny, furry, and disgusting. She pressed her paws against her fur, shuddering as she felt her hide. Her mind raced, but the hacker could think of no way to escape the trap, no way to cheese.
Her nose picked up the scent again, and all thought left her mind as she began to scamper again. This time, there would be no waking from the abyss, not escape from the dimwitted animal instincts save in her dreams.
Katya Volskaya watched from a private office, smirking as a rat scampered towards a block of admittedly overpriced Gouda. She did love spoiling her new pets, after all.
Wolf
Sombra was a lone wolf. Even when she’d worked with Los Muertos, she’d been one to slink away from the group, concocting schemes of her own. As such, it came as little surprise to her that the transformation was making her more and more canine.
It was almost funny, really. The A.I. had changed her compatriots as what they’d resembled to its unfathomable mind. Mercy had become a mother hen, Tracer ended up being literally squirrely, Brigitte had suffered for her diet and would up being literally porky…
And now Sombra’s looked like some kind of dog-girl, with the changes ever-encroaching on her supple body. She looked to her reflection sorrowfully, the mirror in her cell allowing her full view of her body’s changes.
She sported six teats now rather than breasts, and her ears were perked and covered in gray fur. A long, bushy tail swayed behind herself, and the woman pressed a paw-like hand against the polished silver of the mirror. “Escape’s impossible, mental changes are imminent…”
The hacker sighed, looking up to her reflection and watching as her eyes lightened to a shade of gold. “Might as well do the only thing I can.”
She dropped to her haunches, then to her backside-careful to avoid her tail. In all honesty, she’d always wondered what it would be like to… Well… The woman dipped her head between her legs, playing her long tongue along her folds.
Thick, canine drool clung to her pussy. Raw, electric bliss coursed through her nerves.
Her heart began to race in her chest as she dipped her head in again, her spine curling a little easier this time. Dogs always seemed to have it so easy, and wolves were apparently no exception. Her teeth curled into fangs as her nose darkened, and she pressed against her sex more insistently, more needfully.
“Crrorrrmm orrrn… Jrrrust one crrrum beforrrrre…” Sombra growled lowly, her voice growing harsh and ragged. Her ears flicked at the loud, wet slopping of her tongue against her sex. The sound was just as arousing to her as the ability to service herself, and she groaned as her intellect began to drain.
She knew what was happening, had seen it happen to her comrades. Unlike them, she embraced it in hopes that it would bring her to release. The woman’s licking became sloppier, more frantic. She shoved her face harder into her pussy, carnal canine desires overwhelming her human tendencies.
Sombra was… She… She didn’t remember. She knew she was a wolf, she knew she was eating herself out, and she knew she wanted to cum. That was all that mattered. Her own name slipped from her fogging mind as she speared her tongue into her wet cunt.
Her folds clenched around the muscle, and her eyes widened. With a loud howl, she tore her head from her sex, curling on the floor as her body spasmed, limbs shrinking, torso thickening. Her descent into an eternal canine life was accompanied by the sweetest release of her life, an orgasm that felt like an eternity.
Finally, eternity passed and the wolf lifted her tired head, yawning and flicking her tongue over her dark nose.