Ana & Pharah, Whores of Whorus

Ana scrambled to get a proper hold of things. The situation was detereorating faster than she was expected. Several of their most valued members were missing and there were even some reports of Talons leadership also crumbling apart. At first she thought there was some sort of intelligence mix-up, perhaps thanks to a rogue AI or some newly undiscovered hacker. Tracer had been missing since her vacation, Mercy had apparently been in her lab to and fro but seemed to only treat female members of Overwatch and D.va was MIA since her latest mission. The scariest thing is she didn't even know what sort of attack was going on. Everywhere her troops seemed to call in sick or find other reasons as to not show up to work. Both female and male operatives of most levels. Without a fighting force how could she even defend the innocent? Without a task force how could she figure out what was going on?

The doors opened as Pharah walked into Ana's chambers at the overwatch headquarters, fully dressed in her battle armour. She stands at attention, saluting her mother.

- Pharah reporting for duty.
- Please skip the formalities dear. At ease.
Pharah relaxed herself, walking up and giving her mother a quick hug which was completely out of standard military order.
- So. You got my missive? What do you have to report? Did you locate any of our missing members?
- Well...I uhh....I think I did...
- What do you mean you think you did?
- This is probably just easier to show you...

Pharah brought up a datapad, a pornsite on the internet already preloaded as a video started to play.
"Mnnn...thanks Gamerdude27 for the 200 bits! That makes you like....the bestest donor today. Remember guys and gals! If you wanna play some games with me...you gotta totez cough up the cash!"
Ana looked at some huge titted woman with rainbow coloured hair sitting on some sort of mechanized gaming rig that was fucking her with dildos whilst she was playing video games.

- Fareeha Amari! You are a discrage! Why are you showing me a porn video! This is a serious emergency and you-...

- Forgive me Mother...but I think this is D.va...Listen to her voice, although it is high pitched it sounds sort of like Hana. Also look at her facial features. But most importantly, her username is identical and her skills at starcraft are impeccable. She's the number 1 on the ladder whilst...whilst having the machines do things to her.

Ana squinted her old eyes, looking a little closer. Sure enough when she gave the video a second watch the woman on screen did at least look somewhat familiar.

- And what is scarier is that this was the first result when I searched her name on the internet. All other results I looked at where similar. Anything referring to the D.va you and I know...has been scrubbed clean. I could not find a single picture, link or anything to her online. Its as if she became...a slut overnight and her entire internet footprint too! I have no idea how that would even be possible without having access to the entire internet. I have no other leads though, how do we even fix this?

Ana pondered. This was bad. But she did have a hint of what might be going on and could call in some old favours.
- I have a clue as to how this might have occurred. But I would have to get in touch with a friend at the Vishkar corporatoin. They are the experts in reality manipulation.
- Reality manipulation?
- Yes...I've only snapped up the basics but...this feels like a textbook case of reality itself being altered to change. It is a wonder that you and I still seem to remember the old D.va. Either way, this confirms what we are being attacked by. Someone is targeting our friends and members, changing them beyond recognition. At this point we can't know who to even trust anymore. We have to count on Mercy and Tracer already being compromised and god knows who else...

Pharah fell silent. She was a soldier. She knew how to blow up the bad guys and defend the good guys. But this sort of warfare was beyond her. She had no idea how to combat it. A sense of dread filled her.
- Mother...I-...
- Don't worry. I know that this is beyond you. I will go and immediately send a missive to Symmetra. We need to establish safe communication channels ASAP or we are doomed to exist in this altered world. Meanwhile I need you to do what you do best. Guard. Round up any troops you feel you can still trust and bring them to my chambers, we'll need to set up a base of operations here. The headquarters are probably already fully compromised.

Pharah flew through the grounds of the Overwatch headquarters, at first everything looked normal. People were moving, some where stationary. But as she started to approach groups to start assessing their loyalty she realized just how badly things were. The first group of five soldiers she approached consisted of 5 female officers who had removed their breastplates, naked breasts on display comparing sizes whilst giggling. She quickly flew away leaving them to their debauchery. The next group was 3 muscled up dudes absolutle pounding what looked like whores wearing nothing but a overwatch colour themed bikini. Finally she tried to approach a squad of mech pilots, hoping that they were perhaps not changed due to being encased in metal. But each and every one of them was sitting inside of their mechs, being violated by a plethora of different appendages, tentacles and sex toys, moaning so loudly she could hear them through the glass. This was bad. At this rate she would be unable to find anyone capable of aiding. Her assessment had only one conclusion. This had gone further than they could have expected and she needed to go underground with mother ASAP, lest they both fall victims to this 'reality manipulation' that her mother mentioned.

Pharah flew back to her mothers quarters, dreading to be the bearer of bad news. The automatic doors open as she took quick panicked steps inside.

- Mother, we need to-...
Her voice was quickly silenced as she looked up. Ahead of her she saw two slutty women who were mostly naked. One of them was holding some sort of staff that was channeling pink energy straight into her mother, who had by now been completely stripped, moaning in stunned pleasure.
- Oooohh! The child has come to play too!
Said the one holding the staff.
- Unhand her at once! Or I will fire!
Pharah was not messing around. She aimed her rocket launcher straight at the duo. The other bimbo replied.
- Uhm...like...all my brains might be in my butt right now...but even I know like if you blow us up your mommy is also totez dead!

Fuck...the stranger was right. Pharah powered down her weapon as she took a longer harder look at the two invaders. There were two of them. Neither of them looked liked D.va. A safe assumption would be-...

- Tracer and Mercy. So this is what happened to you.
Tracer replied.
- Uhm...it's totally like Tracey jigglybutt and Ziggy sparkletits now! Get it right dummy~

This was humiliating. Not only for Pharah, to fight an enemy this obscene, but also for Mercy and Tracer. Their bodies and minds had been changed into a slutty parody of who they once were. If only they could see themselves. And now they were clearly aiming to change Ana. Pharah couldn't allow it.

- You will ceize this foolishness at once.

Mercy grinned as she planted her caduceus between her tits, still aiming the tip at Ana to let the pink glow flow.
- Tracey! She's like trying to intimidate us no! So kewt~ You should let mommy fix you up with some yummy medicine! I'll like...make all the bad thoughts go away~

- You should listen to Ziggy! It like totally blows out all the badness and replaces it with pink happy clouds!

Pharah looked around for anything that might help her. She needed to get her mother away from them as soon as possible. That was when she remembered one of the failsafes that her mother had built in.

- Activate emergency protocol 105. Override code: Oscar Lima Foxtrot Niner Niner Alpha

A robotic sounding voice suddenly spoke up. 'Affirmative. Activating emergency protocol 105. Thirty seconds until EMP. Please clear the area. 'Twenty eight.'
Mercy suddenly turned to Tracer, looking worried. Unfortunately for Pharah the duo was not as stupid as they looked. Or...well...they were. But they did at least have one thing that they were good at. Turning people into bimbos. And they seemed to have a very elaborate plan on how to do so efficiently.
- Tracey...you gotta like do the thing now! Quick!
'twenty...nineteen...
- Oh no you don't!
'sixteen...fifteen...
Pharah interrupted, trying to get in the way of whatever was happening as she barreled towards mercy. In a flash the doctor stopped channeling the pink energy into her staff, turned around and blocked Pharahs incoming blow, causing the bimbo to slide backwards from the force. She was surprisingly strong however, managing to hold on. This gave Tracer enough time to speed towards Ana, who was beginning to wake up thanks to no longer being under the caduceus' influence. The co-founder of Overwatch barely had the time to take in her surroundings and figure out what was going on as her eyes locked with Pharahs.
'eleven...ten...
- Daughter! Run! Save your-...
Tracer reached the sniper with a happy giggle and tackled her breasts first. In an instant the pink portal generator harnessed on her stomach activated, sending both of them to who knows where.
- Mom!
Pharah cried out in frustration.
'seven....six...'
Fuck it. The EMP was coming. Her battle suit was gonna most likely malfunction so badly she would be unable to fight. They had been defeated at every turn by...by morons!
'Three...two....'
Mercy giggled, for some reason not afraid at all of the impending Electromagnetic pulse. Perhaps she didn't even know what it was.
'One....'

Mercy looked out at the sky from a window in Ana's room, expecting a huge explosion of chaos. Instead however a strange silly sounding fanfare went off. 'Dun du-du duuuuhn!' As if someone was celebrating a birthday. The robotic voice spoke up again.

'Emergency Sex Toys dispensed! Have a fun time miss Amari'

Pharah turned around to face where the noise had come from. In the middle of her mothers chambers a pink box had risen out of her table. It had opened up to reveal a large assortment of different kinds of dildos, vibrators, cuffs, ropes and much more.

- What the....
- Fuck~ So many yummy toys! This means Tracey totally did the thing! Yayy!
Pharah was beyond done by now. Defeated. Only her curiosity remained.

- The thing we had like...planned! She took your mommy back to like...the past...with her time tele thingie! And like....made her a big yummy bimbo there!

As if on queue a pink portal materialized in front of Mercy and Pharah. One familiar figure stepping out in Tracer, the other...well you can already guess what had happened.

Ana walked on stilettos, taking on an exaggurated stride as she walked towards her daughter. Her legs were long and slender, reaching up to a pair of childbearing hips. Then again she had after all born a child. Her round bubble butt completed the lower half of her body, supporting the weight of the rest of her body with some muscle, making it firmer than one might expect. Her waist was frankly ridiculously thin. She almost looked like some sort of blow up doll in that apartment, especially combined with her jumbo jugs. Two dark orbs of flesh that looked fake with how they floated with no sag. Out of all the bimbos that had been created so far Ana was by far the one who looked the least natural. Her fingernails had obvious extensions. Her hair as well. Platinum blonde streaks added into her otherwise dark hue. Her skin colour had tanned even more, making her a serious dark chocolate queen, visible tan lines showcasing however that this tan was acquired. Finally her lips were huge and puffy, clearly filled with something to puff them up. The rest of her face was covered in make up. Mascara, eyeliner, Lipstick. All of it in egyptian blue and gold. The most striking part however was of course her eye of whorus tattoo. A testiment to her faith in the mesopotamian god of sex, fertility and prosperity. Finally she was dressed in the most revealing harem dancer outfit. Thin pieces of silken cloth hung from her face, arms and waist. Barely hiding anything underneath. Especially not her new fat pussy that was constantly leaking from excitement. Her tits had two golden tassles attached to her nipples that swung around playfully as she walked. The MILFY whore walked up to her daughter who stood catatonic in silence.

- Don't be sad my child...Tracey like...showed me...how totez good it is to be a slutty bimbo and just not care about anything but sex! I'm sure it will totez happen to you too now...I mean that is why I founded our company after all!
- C-company?
Pharah asked, she didn't want to know. She looked behind her at what used to be the Overwatch headquarters. A huge logo on the side of the building was visible from the window that read 'P-whore-nowatch' in bright sparkling pink letters.
Beneath it was a slogan written in glittering gold. 'Where you like...come to watch our whores make porn!"
- That's a terrible slogan...
Was all Pharah managed to say. She was so done with everything else. At this point she might as well give in, she hoped that it at least felt good to be changed.
- Fareeha amaris do not be rude to your mother!
Pharah looked at her mother, she suddenly felt a little odd, being yelled at again made her feel kind of meek.
- Sorry I-...
- I like...poured so many hours thinking of a good slogand and name whilst making money fucking dudes AND pregnant with you at the same time! You need to totally respect the company that gave you your job for free!

Job? Something wasn't adding up. Pharahs head hurt, what was happening. Was this what her mom had mentioned...reality manipulation. At least it felt...good? She smiled a warmth spreading through her body and brain. This was her last conscious thought before the converging timelines caused by Tracer sealed her fate.

Pharah the bratty daughter of P-whore-nowatch's founder complained in response.
- But mooom...I was just like....teasing~ Can't you take a joke anymore?!
She was not quite as large as her mother, at least not yet. But she had all the proportions of an S-grade bimbo. Otherwise she was dressed in some sort of porn version of a college outfit, pantyhose, kneehigh socks and a cute miniskirt. Her tits barely contained by a bra with cat ears and a boob window. Finally she had the same signature tattoo on her face. The eye of whorus. But what was more impressive was her skills. Trained for years in bimbo warfare she could pleasure anything and anyone. Despite this her personality didn't really match the servicing nature of her whore mother. She was a selfmade woman, someone who had used every hole she had to create this great company. Pharrah however, or Farri as she called herself now, wanted mostly to party with friends and fuck with randoms at parties, something Ana thought was a waste of her talents.

- You totally know what I think of jokes...besides have you applied to any more porno shoots?
- No...
- Then get on it! Simply because I like pay for your studies doesn't mean you shouldn't know the value of a hard days work! Get out there and totez fuck for money!
- Yes mom...

Ana turned to Tracer and Mercy, who by now had melded with this new reality as well.
- And you two. Our briefing was like...done no? Why are you still totally standing there? I thought I told you I totally want the vishkar foundations leaders bimbofied ASAP! They totally threaten to restore reality and all that boring stuff~