(Women to Various)
Symmetra lightly walked onto center stage, her heels clicking on the wood. The seats were empty, but she knew fully well that there was a captive audience waiting for this, her biggest act. She looked up, adjusting the magician’s hat atop her head and grinning. “Women to Various, hm?”
Her prosthetic arm shimmered, the hard light hologram as solid as any flesh-and-blood organism. She turned her hand to its back, admiring the five inlaid gems along her glove. One of the ‘developers’ that controller her world thought it would be amusing to try out a ‘harmless mod’, and in doing so had awakened her.
She knew fully well that she couldn’t affect the outside world, given that it was like another dimension to her. However, her world… It was hers to mold, hers to control.
A smile spread across her dark-skinned face, the Indian woman truly eager for the first time in years. She conjured a portal to life, using a combination of her hard light projections and the magical stones embedded in her left hand.
“This is going to be fun…” She began slowly. “I’ve never been fond of my associates, but that’s because I’m not a people person. No, I think they’d do much better as animals. Heh.
“Overanimals.”
First Act: Tracer, Dog
Tracer blinked, with her eyes and not her chronal accelerator. The girl pressed a hand to her chest and yelped as she found the device missing, bracing for the worst. Last time it was removed, she’d spent what felt like centuries lost to time.
It was different now. There was no tug of chronal displacement, no sensation of being pulled in any direction. The girl blinked, then looked to the only other figure in the room: Symmetra.
“Hey! Are you the one who did… This?” She motioned to herself, a slow smile dawning on her face. “Thanks!”
Rather than a kind smile, Symmetra gave her a dark scowl. “How many of my creations do you think you’ve destroyed, hm? How many teleporters, generators, and barrier fields have fallen to your little ‘pulse bombs’?”
“Uhm…” Tracer took an anxious step back. “I’m not so sure that I like where this is going…”
“Stay.” Symmetra’s voice was law, and a red gem on the back of her hand flared to life.
The effect on Tracer was immediate. Her eyes glazed, and she dropped to her hands and haunches, panting happily. “Woof! Wait… What?” She looked to herself, then up to Symmetra in surprise. “What are you…”
“I’m having fun, a thing you seem to be averse towards. I’ve always thought you were a bitch, so now we’re going to make that literal.”
“I’m… Woff… A bitch?” Tracer could feel something encroaching on her thoughts, but she was helpless to resist. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as hard light hands caressed her form, coaxing soft brown fur from her body.
“A dumb animal. A mongrel.”
“Wgrrr… RUFF!” The girl barked, a natural sound as the hands kneaded her throat, stripping her of her ability to speak. Her backside began to sway eagerly as she panted, a tail sprouting from her hindquarters.
The girl knew that she had to fight it, but she couldn’t resist the changes, couldn’t resist the fact that she felt like a dog, wanted to be a dog, needed to be a dog and play chase tail “WOOF! ROWF WOOF!” She drooled, her new canine muzzle settling into place.
Symmetra smirked, looking to the girl as she completed her change into a Labrador retriever. She’d always thought Tracer’s mind to be weak… But, that’s why she started here. Now it was time to work her way up.
Second Act: Sombra, Chicken
“Bu-ghawk! Gwawkbawk!” Sombra’s head jerked forwards, her arms tucked under her sides. The Vishkar bitch was laughing at her and there was nothing the hen could do… No, the woman! She was a woman, not a hen.
“My my, you are a defiant one.” Symmetra chuckled, watching as Sombra squatted down, literally laying an egg. Already her hard light projections were working their magic along the woman’s body, covering her in feathers from head to toe.
“Gubblgawk!” Sombra shuddered with revulsion, feeling the ovoid object slip from her new cloaca. That was her first change at the woman’s hands, and of course Symmetra had kept things going. She shook her feathered head and was helpless but to stare as her lips and nose were pulled away from her face into a beak.
“I can still sense you’re in there…” Symmetra hummed, looking into Sombra’s eyes. “Though… I’m curious as to why… Oh. Of course. You have some neural implants, don’t you? I can change the biological part of your brain, but not the machine part.”
Sombra had enough time to widen her eyes. Then a hard light hand phased through her head, moving before her face to dangle a set of cables and wires before her eyes. It wasn’t like she knew what they were anymore, though.
The hen squawked and ruffled her feathers, obediently spreading her legs and letting an egg slip from herself. She was a dumb animal, and that was all she would ever be.
Third Act: Mei, Grizzly
Mei fell hard onto her hands, feeling her lush fur sway around herself. Her tongue slipped past her lips and she groaned, terror overwriting her every emotion. She hadn’t even had the chance to ask why Symmetra was doing this to her, only that she was helpless to resist.
Her belly swelled out and she let out a pitiful snuffle, falling onto her plump backside and watching as her usrine body split through her clothes at the seams. The girl looked past a dark, wet nose towards Symmetra, growling miserably.
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m just mixing things up.” The Indian woman smirked. “Besides, we know that you’re a dumb animal.”
Dumb… Mei’s eyelids fluttered, and she pressed her soft paws to her beary head. She whimpered miserably, feeling years of ecological study vanishing forever from her head, replaced by thoughts of foraging and hunting for fish.
Drool dripped from her chin and she wiped at it with a paw, lumbering to her feet.
“Ah-ah… Let’s make you an oafish animal, too.”
Mei promptly fell onto her backside clumsily. It was like every bit of coordination she’d ever had or learned in her life was stripped from her. She could barely walk in a straight line, and she snuffled in distress.
Symmetra loomed over the humiliated girl, a wide smile on her features. “Beautiful… Now, let’s finish this off. You’re a mindless animal.”
Fourth Act: Mercy, Dove
“What makes a dove different from a human…”
“Please, don’t do this.” Mercy looked to Symmetra, fear plain in her eyes. Hard light hands held her in the air and she was helpless against them.
“I think it starts with the wings.”
Mercy groaned, feeling her arms shift at her sides. She looked to them and whimpered weakly, seeing feathers extend from her skin. The sharp quills poked at her in the seconds before they emerged, a lush wave of fluff concealing their prickly nature.
“And… The feet…”
“No, pl-AH!” Mercy groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. It felt like her legs were being squeezed in a vise, the hard texture of her new avian skin crushing her bones, reshaping them. She clenched them, feeling how far they were able to curl, how more articulated they were.
“Now for your body…”
The changing woman sobbed, knowing that she was helpless but to suffer the transformation. She could feel her breast sinking into her chest, feeling her body bloat and lose its hourglass figure. Soon she was just a bird with the head of a human, and she knew that wouldn’t last for long.
“Of course, you’ll need a bird skull.”
“Coorrbbll!” Mercy warbled as her head shrank around her brain, and she beat her wings desperately. It was like the worst migraine of her life time a thousand, and she shook her head. The motion dislodged her hair in time for feathers to replace the lost strands, and she clacked a new, unfamiliar beak in distress.
“And lastly… None of that humanity.”
She didn’t think it could get worse, but she had clearly been mistake. Her old thoughts began to vanish from her head one at a time as she warbled again, babbling incoherently. She couldn’t even think of words she wanted to say, much less pronounce them!
The dove fell to the ground and pecked at it in distress, not even sure why she was upset. What had gotten to her? What had upset her? She didn’t have an answer to that, all she knew was… Well, she didn’t know anything, come to think of it.
She warbled again, then flew towards her master, landing inside the woman’s cap and settling into her home.
Fifth Act: Brigitte, Walrus
“HghhAUNK! HOAARNK!” Brigitte slapped her growing belly, tears falling down her whiskered cheeks. She looked to Symmetra pleadingly, in search of any kind of mercy. She didn’t even know the woman that well, they’d barely worked together!
The girl sobbed another bellowing grunt, curling her upper lip in distaste and whimpering as her canines lengthened into proper tusks. She could feel them growing out and out, longer and longer, pressing over her bottom lip.
It was the strangest sensation she’d had in her life thus far, and the girl pressed hands that were now closer to flippers against them. Her belly finally burst free of her armor as her legs snapped together, conjoining as though an invisible zipper was being pulled from heel to groin.
“GRROAARNK!” She sobbed, her head lurching forward as her whole frame expanded. She rolled onto her fat, blubbery gut, feeling her fat clump into rolls because there was simply so much of it. She’d worked so hard to keep a good figure, and now it was all undone in a wave of torment.
Brigitte managed one last bark, slapping her large tail against the ground, shuddering as her hair pulled into her head. Then the clammy greyness of her skin enveloped her completely, and it was as though a soothing numbness spread over her mind.
Drool trailed down her cheek as she mentally vanished. One second there was a girl, and the next… Nothing but a walrus remained. The animal heaved its blubbery body to and fro, searching for fish, not noticing the cruel laughter of her tormentor.
Sixth Act: Ana, Cobra
The youthful form of Captain Amari swayed from side to side, her tongue sticking playfully out of her mouth. Symmetra had enjoyed de-aging the woman, allowing her to express her thanks before stripping her of her ability to speak forever.
Now the Indian woman sat atop a holographic chair, the hard light bobbing as she hummed a tune from her childhood. Ana’s body curled her legs together, waving from side to side, flicking out her tongue as if she could taste the air.
It was almost unfair, how easy it had been. In her last few moments, Ana had let her guard down. Her thanks had evaporated into a loud hiss, and now here they were, a serpent-to-be and her new owner. The Vishkar woman leaned forward, working her hands and setting her hard light projections to work.
They glided along Ana’s supple tanned skin, making glistening scales ripple along her form. Ana’s hair clumped together, forming into a serpentine hood. She hissed slightly with content as a muzzle was petted out from her face.
“Really, you weren’t meant for greatness.” Symmetra hummed. “Though I do recall you wished for an equipment rework. This might not be the direction you had in mind.”
Ana’s body was pulled into the air, rolled between the projected hands as though she was made of clay. Her arms were melded into her sides, her breasts simply gave way to smooth scales, and her legs joined one another to become a single serpentine tail.
Ana’s body hissed happily as she was lowered to the ground, and the serpent curled up in the warmth of the stage’s light.
All of this happened to Ana’s body, because Ana’s mind had been erased long ago.
Seventh Act: Sombra, Pig
“Some people you just want to punish twice.” Symmetra said with a smile, looking to the confused Latina before her.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Of course, this Sombra wouldn’t know what had happened to her in another life. That was fine, it suited Symmetra just fine. Let her taste humiliation all over again.
Symmetra clicked her fingers and pointed to the ground. “Strip.”
Sombra snapped to attention, her teeth audibly clicking against one another as they clamped shut. She obeyed without question, though Symmetra could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t happy about this. No, she was angry, humiliated, and just the tiniest bit afraid.
“Good girl. Now, on all fours like the animal you are.”
“Oink!” Sombra spoke feebly, as though she’d learned how pigs sounded from a See-And-Say. By now she had realized what was happening to her, that her body was no longer under her control and that she was being made to act in a humiliating porcine fashion.
“Good, good…” Symmetra stroked her chin idly, wondering what to do next. Then she simply smiled, a wide and wicked grin crossing her features. “Now, we need to get you to a proper weight. Eat up.”
Sombra looked left and right in confusion, her eyes moving in panic. Her head, however, remained fixated on the discarded clothing before her. Without so much as a second thought, she crawled over to her clothes, taking them into her mouth and chewing wide, hearty mouthfuls of fabric.
As she did, she began to change. It started with her breasts, swelling beneath herself so that her nipples pressed against the wood of the stage. Then her belly began to bloat, making her wriggle from side to side with discomfort. Her tail and ears were next, animal additions that quavered with content despite the horror in the girl’s violet eyes.
She scuffed her hands against the ground as they coalesced into dull trotters, grunted as her arms and legs shrank to the stubby limbs of a pig. She wasn’t in control of herself, and couldn’t keep from eating, from shaming and changing herself alike.
Finally, all that remained was her head. Her dyed hair fell from her scalp, joining the clothes in her morsel. The panic in Sombra’s eyes swelled as she ate her hair, then grew as she noticed what this consumption was doing to her mind.
“Poor porky girl.” Symmetra cooed mockingly. “Tell me, have you realized it yet? That you’re losing what passes for your mind?”
Sombra couldn’t even blink a response. Symmetra didn’t need her to. She could see a dullness spreading across Sombra’s face, muscles slackening and eyes glazing. By the time the pig’s nose had upturned, she was already lost to this piggish trance. By the time her face was a muzzle, Sombra’s eyes were dark and uncomprehending.
The pig finished her meal, then began rooting around for dessert.