An Overwatch Transformation Story
(Women to Hen, Cow, and Donkey)

 

D.Va looked out from her MEKA in shock at the scene unfolding before herself. She and the other Overwatch agents had been sent to safeguard a viral weapon, one which Talon evidently wanted to get their hands on. They’d sent two of their agents to reclaim it, and had promptly unleashed the weapon in the process.

Now one of said agents was a cat frantically licking at her privates, the canister hissing quietly behind herself. The three other women in the room stared at her in shock, then turned their eyes towards the device.

It was just scant meters from the hard light containment field it had been housed in, its chrome surface at odds with the polished white tiles of its containment room. An ugly dent marked where Widowmaker had attempted to hook onto it with a grappling device, breaching the seal and ending her life as a human in the process. Worst of all, a greenish gas was streaming from a small hole in this dent.

Typing into her control interface, D.Va was the first to act. Her frantic finger movements wouldn’t do her teammate any good, but it would hopefully keep her safe. Her MEKA hissed quietly as its quarantine protocol was activated, seals clasping shut and leaving her in a contained atmosphere.

“Hana, what was that?” Angela ‘Mercy’ Ziegler tuned towards the girl in surprise, giving D.V a full view of the changes to the pretty blonde’s face. Her nose was beginning to broaden out, and her ears were slowly flopping over.

The woman’s stomach audibly gurgled, and she wobbled in place. “Oh… Oh my.” The Swiss doctor had a moment’s concern flit across her features before her armor buckled. It was like a bomb had gone off within her suit: the armor split outward and scraps of cloth burst free from the rend in her Valkyrie suit.

Her body was bulking up, fattening to an extent D.Va didn’t think was possible. The girl absently keyed in a quick recording sequence to monitor this, and relay the information to Overwatch. The more data she was able to collect, the better she’d be able to help her friend.

Mercy let out a low groan that sounded almost like the low of an animal. D.Va realized the resemblance wasn’t coincidental when Mercy’s smallish breasts began to swell, drifting between her legs. The doctor looked down to her forming udder with a stunned surprise, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

“Hann… Oooo?” She groaned, tilting her head. D.Va could see it happening, a transformation not unlike what had just hit Widowmaker. It had begun with some physical changes, then took control of the Talon agent’s mind. Now recent events were repeating themselves, only with Overwatch’s smartest doctor.

Not that she was particularly smart, or a doctor anymore. D.Va could tell that the woman’s thoughts were slipping from her head from how she acted. The woman lost her prim and proper stance in favor of a low slouch, and she began to finger herself dopily.

“Mercy! Hang in there, try and fight it!” D.Va called out, her voice echoing within the confines of her battlesuit. She had no way of knowing if Mercy understood her, as the woman rolled onto her knees, mashing her growing muzzle into the ground and fingerfucking herself in earnest.

“My my, what a shame.” The other Talon agent, Sombra, smirked. “So much for that. Even if it cost us Amelie, I think that losing Mercy will be far more of a blow to you. After all, there’s plenty of snipers in the world-but only one ‘Angel of Life’.”

Somehow she wasn’t affected by the changes… D.Va looked to the Hispanic hacker in stunned shock. Then she saw a faint glimmering around the woman’s mouth. She must have slipped on a rebreather before the gas had hit her, allowing her to peck at the increasingly cowlike doctor.

Sombra turned towards D.Va with an arrogant grin, popping open one of her patented Translocators. “Honestly, it’s been fun. We should do this again sometime, because you know how I love seeing you fail.” The hacker crooned.

D.Va responded quickly, thumbs circling her targeting reticules. Any damage to Sombra’s person and the Translocator would teleport her to safety… But D.Va was willing to bet that the rebreather wasn’t shielded by the device.

Sombra had enough time to look surprised before the MEKA layered its defense matrix over her face. A single shot cracked from one of its fusion cannons, and her head snapped back. The woman shook her head before looking to D.Va in anger, the embedded circuits in her arms flaring to life.

“You want to play like that, puta?” Sombra hissed, lifting a hand towards the Korean girl.

D.Va grinned from inside her MEKA, eyes focused on the woman’s outstretched fingers. They were stretching out, doubling in size with no sign of stopping. “I do. I think you might not.” Replied the girl.

Sombra was quick enough to realize what was happening to herself, gasping in horror. She frantically shook the hand as though that would keep it from changing, but every motion simply made it transform more. Her fingers fused together into pointed nubs, and white quills poked from the surface of her skin.

“Maybe next time save the teabagging until after your opponents are downed.” D.Va giggled, watching the lit circuits of Sombra’s skin slowly flicker out. The woman’s tanned flesh was puckering into the ugly hide of a hen, white feathers soon concealing the pale skin.

“Y-urkGWAK!” Sombra tried to insult the MEKA pilot, but her words died on her lips as they began to pull from her face. The woman pressed her feathered hands to her cheeks in clear distress, grunting and gasping as she felt what as to be her new beak.

“Don’t lay an egg, sweetie.” D.Va giggled, turning her attention towards her fallen teammate. Mercy had completed her change into a cow while D.Va had been distracted, and now the fat brown Holstein was busy eating locks of what were once her hair.

It was a heartbreaking sight, somehow worse than losing comrades during the Omnic Crisis. D.Va’s heart ached as she looked to her friend, realizing that the woman was in a sense alive, but was mentally inert. She’d need to find a way to fix Mercy, no matter what.

But first… She turned back towards the Sombra-hen, watching as the woman’s beautiful figure began to shrink, squatting into the humiliating posture of a chicken. Sombra tucked her arms in, pecking at the ground with her beak vapidly. She seemed rather interested in the MEKA’s foot, and D.Va considered punting the animal.

She thought better of it a second later, ashamed of herself. Even if the hen had once been Sombra, it was clear that the animal now bore no resemblance to the hacker. The Korean girl let the changing woman continue to peck aimlessly, instead contemplating what to do next.

Then a skull flitted across her control panels, and the hissing of depressurized air filled the MEKA’s cabin. D.Va’s jaw fell slack in shock as she frantically tried to reengage the environmental seals, but it was to no avail.

Below her, the hen looked up, meeting her gaze with as vindictive a glare as a chicken could manage. A digital interface shimmered from her feet, flickering and vanishing as the Hispanic woman’s slender toes stretched into the ugly claws of an avian.

“Guh-WARK!” Sombra jerked her head forwards. The cluck was followed by another, and another still. With every exhalation, more of her eyes glazed. In those moments, D.Va could see the hacker’s violet eyes slip from triumph to fear to finally a mindless emptiness.

The knowledge that Sombra had slipped into her bestial form was of little comfort to D.Va, who could already feel the gas beginning to affect her. Her body was tingling all over, and her nerves screamed to her that something was awry.

Her teeth were the first to ache, a cramping sensation flooding her jaw. She crinkled her nose and opened her mouth, gagging as they violently grew, forcing her to bare her lips. Drool dripped down her chin as she bared her reshaping teeth, seeing how ugly and unkempt they were in the reflection of her control screens.

Her front teeth were particularly large, a pair of ungainly blocky buck teeth that made her whimper. Tears of discomfort slipped from her eyes as her ears ached next, perking and beginning to stretch. It felt like someone was tugging on them, pulling them, stretching them.

“N-no! I’m too young toHURRGH!” Her words were cut off as her neck stretched and her belly bloated. D.Va’s reshaping ears could hear her uniform tearing against this transformative onslaught, and she could feel her neck clicking as it grew broader, bulkier.

Her head smacked against her main control screen thanks to this shift, right against her MEKA’s ejection panel. Air hissed around her as her seat slid back, and she was thrown from the pink battlesuit onto the white floor of the containment room.

Some of her clothing must have caught on the door to her MEKA, because she was nearly entirely stripped by the motion. This was readily apparent to the girl as she noticed her pussy felt cool from the tiles below herself.

Her eyelids fluttered, and a dumb smile spread across her features. “HughhEEAAWW…” She brayed, wiggling her ass and pressing her swelling privates to the tile. It was pleasure like nothing she’d ever known before, a base animal bliss threatening to overwhelm her mind.

But D.Va wasn’t gone yet, not completely. She shook her head, wincing as one of her stretching ears smacked her stretching nose. The sharp sensation was enough to bestow her with a modicum of control, and the girl struggled to make sense of what was happening to her.

Her wrists now ended in large, useless hooves-as did her ankles. She hadn’t even noticed the changes. A chill trailed down her spine, along with an electric itching that could only mark the growth of a mane. She shook her long neck, confirming this suspicion as the hairs slapped at either side of her elongated neck.

“Hghaaww…” Moaned the girl miserably, looking hatefully to the dumb hen that was busy laying yet another egg. Of course the stupid animal couldn’t even remember that it was the reason D.Va was changing, much less take satisfaction in the demise of her old rival.

Satisfaction… The world sent a thrill of excitement through D.Va in spite of her situation, and she looked down between her legs. A winking, swollen jennet pussy filler her vision. She was literally dripping with lust, and just the raw scent of her arousal was enough to broaden her nose on her face.

Before she knew what she was doing, D.Va placed one of her hooves against her folds, convulsing with carnal delight at the sheer bliss that accompanied the motion. Her hoof was rough and unkempt, and yet it felt so good against her dark donkey labia.

The coarse hairs by her wrists trailed against her clit as she began to clumsily masturbate, her eyes glazing as she began to lapse into an erotic forgetfulness. A part of her resisted, but it was the minority. This ecstasy was too much to be ignored, and she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to anymore.

“HEE-AWW!” The donkey bared her blocky teeth, slurping a thick, large tongue over them. She clacked them shut a second later to suck air through the gaps in her teeth, eyes squeezing shut. Then her hips and shoulders popped, and her arms were forced from her sex in a violent wrenching motion.

D.Va came back to her senses, the haze of lust echoing through her thoughts. Slowly, she clopped to all fours, wincing as a tufted tail burst from her backside. She envied the mooing of a cow whose name she couldn’t remember, and desperately wanted to feel the same pleasure.

That was the most intellect that she could manage: arousal and envy in equal parts. She turned her blocky head from side to side, finally catching sight of the large pink object in the room. She ambled towards the MEKA, forgetting it was once her own.

Right now, the only thing that mattered to her was its left cannon. One of the barrels was still extended from its recent shot, and it looked just the perfect size… She trotted in front of it, her footsteps echoing in her ears.

D.Va realized fully well that if she did this, there was no return. Somehow she’d managed to keep a bit of her mind, but if she were to pleasure herself she’d forever damn herself to an asinine life. It was worth it.

She lifted her tail and leaned back against the cannon, choking in delight as it entered her sopping wet cunt. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, picturing a handsome man fucking her. Soon the image changed to a cross between a man and an ass, then it was simply a jack-her jack.

“UGHEEAWW! HEEE-AAWWRR!” The donkey railed herself hard, drool flecking from her lips in small globules as she ground back against the MEKA, actually rocking it with the sheer force of her motions. She was an animal and loved this, and needed this.

It was pleasure, and pleasure was all her simplifying mind understood. Memories, thoughts, and human existence all slipped from her mind. Her ears rocked back and forth as she fucked the cannon harder, her wet pussy dripping onto the ground below herself.

Her fat jenny body was so warm, so hot. She loved this pleasure, she needed more of it. She could feel something building up inside her, but was too dumb to realize what it was. All she knew was that her every inch of gray-furred skin ached for more, wanted more, needed more.

She was a donkey, she was a jenny slut, she was a good bitch, she… She…

Her eyes snapped wide open, and she let out the loudest bray of her life as she came. “HEEE-HAAAWWWW!”

It was a relief she’d forgotten she could feel, her muscles going limp with lust. The jennet’s head slumped against the floor, even though her hindquarters were still raised towards the cannon, her pussy still warmly clenching its barrel.

She drooled in dopey donkey bliss, utterly gone. Her pants filled the air, ragged gasps for breath flooding her ears, drowning out the quiet hissing of a forgotten canister and the muffled animalistic noises from her MEKA’s radio.