The Little Red Ball

Mercy first spent some time teaching Kyle about meditation and mental discipline. She had to clear a meeting with Winston, but this was vitally more important. In fact, she cleared the rest of her work day. She even texted Fareeha, also known as Pharah, to let her know she might be late for their date later that evening. After a couple hours, she decided to try out their first test. This would just be a baseline for how future tests might go. She put Kyle in a barren room with just a metal chair and table. It was an interview room for criminals so Mercy could watch behind a double sided mirror. She put a red bouncy ball. She even had Jared run the test to avoid a woman's voice distracting the obviously hormonally charged Kyle. She watched as Jared spoke into the microphone and kept her eye on the little red ball.

"Alright. Focus yourself and once you feel prepared, turn the ball blue." Jared said in as neutral a tone as he was able. Mercy looked at Jared briefly. He had a nice butt and overall was very easy to look at with his chiseled jaw and curly brown hair cut short. He was in shape and seemed to have good definition on his arms and pectorals. Mercy realized she was getting distracted and refocused on the ball. It was still red.

Then it was blue. Of course, it was always blue, but Mercy had just seen it change. She was able to keep her awareness open just enough to recognize the shift in reality. Of course, she had to admit that already her arms and DD cup breasts felt completely natural. She had a hard time thinking that they could have ever been different and it was only her memory of the certainty she had after that first test that convinced her otherwise. It would eventually be the same here, though less so. She could really only remember buying a blue ball but knew fleetingly this wasn't true.

Mercy then thought about herself. She considered her body and how it might have changed again, but there was no change. She then looked over at Jenny who she had run the test. She had taken her focus off of her during the test but Jenny was just the same as a minute ago: cute bubble butt, face cute as a button with wavy brown hair down to her shoulders, and some nice definition on her arms. None of this was to mention her prominent breasts. Mercy knew having a bombshell like Jenny as an administrative assistant was playing into secretary stereotypes, but Jenny was damn fine at her job. Mercy was glad that at least she had not changed. In fact, it seemed like the test was a success. Kyle was able to control his powers in this controlled environment. Next test was to push it a little.

Mercy entered the interview room and stood across the table from where he sat. She smiled warmly, "This test was a complete success, so we are going to move onto something a little more challenging. We want you to change the ball back to red for us."

Kyle nodded and then when Mercy did not move, "Maybe you shouldn't be in the room for this."

"On the contrary, Kyle. I think I need to be here for you to progress. You have to learn how to bend reality with others around if you ever want to have mastery over it. Besides, I trust you not to change me more."

Mercy hoped that saying so would help Kyle focus. He simply nodded and looked at the ball. Mercy again felt the shift as she remembered the red ball. She knew this was the original color but wondered if the memory was now accurate, or even what accurate meant in this context. She then focused on herself. She felt a moment of hope before she started to change. Well, she didn't feel herself change so much as her clothing. Her lab coat shrunk so her butt held in tight brown pants could be more easily seen and the black shirt she wore under her under gained a swooping neckline showing off a generous amount of cleavage.

Mercy internally sighed as she realized that she used to be more prudish. Of course _now _she saw nothing wrong with wearing these clothes but apparently she preferred a more conservative style before the shift. She didn't mind really. She felt she was herself and was in fact glad she was now more sex positive. Still, Kyle had failed and he knew it.

"I'm sorry about your clothes, Dr Ziegler."

"Don't worry about it. I may have pushed for too much on the first day. You keep practicing those techniques and we can try again tomorrow. I am very proud of the first test and the work we've done together here. Soon, we may be able to use your powers to help a lot of people." Mercy pat him on the back while taking notes with two of her other hands. She helped him up and escorted him out.

As Kyle was leaving, he felt disappointed. He felt like a **** to his hormones and he didn't like the feeling. He wanted very badly to stop messing with all the women around him. He also felt bad about being sidelined. He felt he was close that second time and with one more shot...

As he left, he focused on his mind and on the ball and watched it turn pink. That part was easy. He quickly looked for any changes with Doctor Ziegler. When no physical changes came forth, Kyle became quite pleased with himself.

Mercy had not been focusing and so thought the ball was always pink. She also had no way to know that she had just become a horny pervert. This had just always been her reality. In fact, she was incredibly excited by Kyle's changes. She was sure her larger breasts and skimpy clothing had allowed her many more sexual opportunities over the years than whatever the now nonexistent version of herself had gotten. She of course had to be careful in sneaking looks and copping feels as she never wanted to be accused of unprofessionalism. Especially with how sexy the men and women of Overwatch were. Speaking of which, she now hoped her date might end in more than a kiss goodnight...