An Overwatch Flash Transformation Series
(Female to Various Animals)



Snail

“Hllegh.” Brigitte managed, thick drool slipping from past her lips, slimy sweat coating her body. Her legs were numb beneath her, so she fell onto her belly, a wet slap of flesh echoing through her workshop. The device was supposed to make it so that she would always have armor, but…

Thought fled from her mind as she felt her back begin to swell, begin to harden. Her spine pushed away from her skin, breaking free of it and growing, extending into a large shell. Her legs folded back into her body, curling into their new home.

A snail. That was it? “Hlork.” Brigitte tried to laugh, but her vocal chords had left her minutes ago. Now she could only burble, spitting up more of that cloying, thick slime. It was a mucus that her body now produced in excess, and terror filled her mind.

She wished that she was afraid for her friends, for what would become of them without her. But in her heart, she knew the truth. She knew that she was terrified of becoming an animal, that she was selfishly conserved with her own self-preservation, no matter how hard she tried to follow the knight’s path.

Her eyes watered as they extended from her head, growing onto stalks. As they did, they filmed over, and Brigitte lost most of her eyesight. Thick feelers pressed out from her cheeks to compensate, and the girl felt a morbid gratitude to the change for blinding her so.

At least now she couldn’t see herself become some sort of bug.

Her hands lost their toned shape, fingers blurring into one another as they began to pull back towards her body. It was a nightmare made real, and Brigitte couldn’t find a way to wake from it. Her frantic wriggling was stilling as a lethargy settled across her body, and a thick gobbet of slime forced itself up her throat.

Her mind was slowing, beginning to drain the panic from her thoughts, drain the intelligence from her mind. It was terrifying beyond comprehension, and the girl struggled to retain her mind even as her mollusk mouthparts gasped for air.

Then the last of herself gave way, and she was human no more.

The snail oozed its way across the floor of what was once its workshop. It had no care for such things, it had only one concern: it didn’t want to get squished. It needed to find a nest, find a mate, then procreate. That was its life now.

Donkey

“I can’t believe he called me an ass!” Brigitte huffed, storming away from the magician. The magician! She’d fought for so long to disprove thoughts of magic, yet here in The Nexus, anything was possible. “I just had to take a wrong turn in Blizzard World…” The brunette grumbled, unaware of the changes that were beginning to affect her body.

The magician’s bark was just as bad as his bite, his words having as much of an effect on her as stick and stone. Her body was malleable to magic’s will, vulnerable, even. Despite her armor’s protection, her form was always beginning to slip away from herself.

Brigitte huffed, flicking her ears as they grew longer, gray fur covering them from lobe to tip. “And HAWWnestly, if I had my team with me, we’d show him what an ass rEEElly is.” She didn’t notice the hitch in her voice, nor did she notice her teeth growing larger in her mouth, growing blockier.

Her boots tightened around her feet, and she absently lowered her hands to them, releasing the seals on her greaves. It came not a moment too soon, as hooves burst forth from what were once human appendages.

“HAAAW!” She snorted, her nostrils widening with derision, then expanding further with transformation. Gray fur began to cover her face as she stormed towards the home she’d made for herself. “Show HEEEM-AAW!”

The girl fell to all fours, kicking at the air with her feet and in the process dislodging a good portion of her armor. Somehow it still slipped from her mind, and she pawed at her thicker throat with a malforming, hooflike hand.

“NAAWt an ass! HEEAUW!” She grunted, mucus clogging her throat as her neck lengthened. The girl bucked her legs again, this time flexing her shoulders. Her armor cracked around her, revealing her clothing beneath, revealing that said clothing was stretched to its limits by a growing asinine pot belly.

“HNGH!” She snorted, huffing in a large breath of air that caused her entire body to grow. The muscles of a donkey settled along her body as a tail broke free of her spine, and her newfound bulk sundered her human apparel. “HUUAWW HEEAWW!”

Driggite was furious, moreso than she’d been in her life. She turned from the human dwelling she’d been walking towards, heading to her home in the stables. She chuffed her thickening lips, slopping a thick tongue along her blocky teeth.

Donkitte snorted as she padded into her stall, grunting glowering for a moment before lowering her head to her trough, intending to drink from the water. In the process, she caught sight of her reflection, and she realized, too late, what had become of her.

“HHAW? HRRHEEAWW!” Donkitte panicked, bucking her legs and thrashing in her stall. Her pupils began to dilate, irises growing into large, dull animal pools. Human intelligence fled from her mind in the face of this newfound panic, sealed deep within her by magic. Thoughts, memories, all faded.

By the time another human wandered past the stable, it was too late. There was no trace of a human left in the stall-only a donkey chewing idly on scraps of what were once her clothing.

Hen

“Buh-GWAK!”

Brigitte. That was her name, that had been her name. She was egg laying hen-no, was human. She was a human, a member of Overwatch. Even if she and her friends had become hens, she was still human at heart.

“GluckBOCK!”

She wouldn’t be for long.

Brigitte had seen it happen to her friends one at a time, watched the intelligence drain from their eyes. Arrogant Sombra had been the first to fall, one day waking up and pecking at seeds without any thought left in her head.

Pharah had tried to escape, using her wings to carry her to the edge of the coop-then falling flat on her beaked face. Something must have happened to her brain when she’d landed, because she’d woken up with dull eyes.

That was the final straw for Mercy, who had let out the most piteous wail Brigitte had heard. Mercy had waddled to her friend’s side, pecking at her, desperately trying in vain to bring out something of the soldier. When she’d had no response, she too began to peck at seed, desperation letting her mind slip away.

Brigitte was the last of them, the last hen to lose her mind. No, the last human. Human. It was so hard to think of herself as one, given what she looked, sounded, smelled, even tasted like. God, even her drool tasted different, her mouth never feeling like her own.

“Pock pock pock.”

She chattered idly, face burning as she realized it was now the evening. How long had it been-how long was it since she’d last held sense of herself? Was it still today? Would she not remember who she was next time she faded? Brigitte didn’t even notice. The hen’s heart hammered as she looked to the other chickens, unable to remember them as humans.

She couldn’t even think of their faces-had her memory truly fallen that far? No, she couldn’t let this happen. She was Brigitte, a good egg-laying heNO Overwatch Overwatchen Overwatch!!! She wasn’t a hen, wasn’t an

“GAWK! BUHGAWK!!!”

Egg! Egg in her cloaca force it out lay it next to the others OTHERS? Brigitte blinked, her heart clenching as she saw it was daytime once more. A full clutch of eggs was under her round avian body, and she could feel another crowning at her cloaca.

Instinct took over, and she squatted slightly, letting her hole stretch, pushing it out with a practiced animal ease. It was like muscle memory for her, as sure as fighting had been back in her days at… Human place. She couldn’t remember what it was called, but

“GWAK! BUHGERK!”

Mate rooster mate breed press against mate feel fertilize yes good hen fertilized eggs back to nest nest nest rest nest eggs need eggs

“Buck-GAH!”

How long had it been? Hen wanted to cry, but her body wasn’t capable of it. She could feel herself slipping in and out of reality, her mind not entirely her own. It was a nightmare made real, and one that she knew she’d never wake from.

Any moment now, Hen could lost consciousness again, and it would be for the last time. She didn’t want that, didn’t want to be like the other dumb animals. She couldn’t remember who she’d been, but she could remember that she wasn’t like them. They were just hens, she was… Different.

A crooning sob escaped her beak as she remembered what she’d done, that she’d bred with a rooster. He hadn’t forced himself on her, hadn’t had his way. No, she’d allowed it. She’d lapsed, and for a moment, she’d woken up as a true animal.

Hen didn’t want that, didn’t want to be an animal, wanted to be

“Buck-GAWH!”

Rat

Brigitte let out a squeal of terror as her face distended. She scrabbled at it with her paw-like hands, feeling the coarse fur she now sported brush against her filthy pink palms. “No! PlEEEse change mEEEE back!”

Her voice was raising to a shrill squeak in time with a long tail growing from her backside. It was hairless and pink, and thrashed from side to side as the once-attractive woman struggled to plead for her humanity.

A loud chitter slipped past her thinning lips as her front teeth bucked sharply, and she pressed her tongue against their yellowed surface in terror. “I don’t wanna bEEE a rat plEEEEK EEEK EEEEE!” Her vocal chords could take no more, and the brunette’s hourglass figure bloated into the round frame of a rodent.

It was a frame her tank’s other occupant seemed to take a great deal of interest in, and Brigitte turned as the male rat approached her. Her nose twitched, picking up his scent, and her heart beat desperately. As whiskers slipped from her cheeks, she realized his intentions, and that she was powerless to resist them.

Much as she wanted to fight back, the girl knew that she couldn’t hold back her rodent instincts. Already her tail was lifting, exposing her changed sex. The drab fur on her face covered her flushed face as she turned, exposing herself to him.

Her oversized shield loomed before her, as did the rest of her discarded equipment. In the few moments before her mate took her, she had enough time to appreciate just how small she’d become, just how insignificant and powerless she was.

Then her forced himself onto her, and her world exploded into bliss. She hadn’t expected that, hadn’t thought that mating with a rat could possibly be pleasurable. And yet, feeling him pound at her, feeling her tiny body rock beneath him, she couldn’t think of a place she’d rather be.

“EEK EEK!” She squealed, grinding back against him. Actually, it was hard to think at all, for that matter. Her cheeks burned as she realized she was losing her mind-possibly for the best. Nonetheless, it was a terrifying experience, and for a moment she tried in vain to fight it.

Brigitte had thought she was ready to lose herself to her new form, to accept the futility of it all. But she’d always been a fighter, for better or worse. Her cheeks burned as her eyes lost their humanity, and she tried to wriggle free of her mate-she couldn’t even think of him as a rat anymore.

His response was to bite into her shoulder, holding her in place as he fucked the intelligence out of her smooth brain. With every piston of his tiny hips, another shrill squeak tore itself from past her lips, another fraction of her humanity forever faded.

She couldn’t even remember the group she’d belonged to, her friends, her family. All she knew was that she wasn’t a rat. “EEEK!” She pleaded, struggling to speak in a language she no longer had the mental capacity to process to a captor who could care the less about her struggles.

Then the last of her mind faded, and her struggles stilled. She ground back against her mate, fucking him with wild abandon, surrendering completely to the beast. Her coat took on a dull gray sheen, and the little rat squeaked with shrill, carnal pleasure.

Gator

Scales. There were scales everywhere, hard green scales over her body. Brigitte hissed in discomfort, opening her mouth to accost the scientist for changing her. Then her jaw kept opening, wider and wider and wider still.

Tears of discomfort dewed at her eyes as she grew a wide, u-shaped snout, muscles changing to better hold it. Her teeth hid themselves beneath her ugly green lips, though she could feel them sharpening, could feel them growing into fangs befitting of an alligator.

At least, that’s what she assumed she was becoming. Her suspicions were confirmed as Moira chuckled, turning on her heel. “See you later.” She quipped dryly, before locking the door behind herself.

“HGRROAAR!” Brigitte bellowed, spit flying from her scaled jaws. Desperately, the girl pressed her hands against her snout, hoping she could somehow push her face back into something resembling a human one.

Much to her horror, her snout was still expanding, and her hands were being pulled from her nose by its growth. No… Wait, that wasn’t quite right. Brigitte furrowed her brow, the motion dislodging her eyebrows from her head. As they fluttered onto her muzzle, she noticed that the scales weren’t stretching, weren’t shifting in the slightest.

It wasn’t her snout growing, it was her arms shortening-and her legs followed suit the second she noticed. Brigitte huffed as she thudded onto her armored belly, and she scrabbled with her too-short limbs at the ground. She could feel them changing, feel them pulling into her body, stripping her of her humanity.

She cried. Brigitte had promised never to give into such impulses again, but those promises crumpled to dust with the death of her humanity. She could feel a long tail stretching from her spine, a massive, scaled, knobbly thing that completely changed her center of balance.

Even if her legs were long enough to let her stand, this new tail would forever keep her on all fours. “HGGGHRROAAA!” She thundered, the sound deceptively ferocious, belying the terrified sorrow of a girl who’d tangled with her superiors one too many times.

A numbness settled into her mind, a thick warmth that drowned out the panic. For a moment, Brigitte thought it was a mercy, that it was reptilian instincts driving away her human fear. She underestimated the changes: it wasn’t just instinct, it was an entire reptilian mind.

Brigitte blinked, then squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she was an alligator. There was no humanity left in her golden gaze, no love or emotion in her eyes. Instead, all the alligator had was the cold, calculating look of a predator.

She hissed, slithering towards the pool of her new habitat.