Honey I am Home pt. 3

Emily and Sombra got Tracer and themselves cleaned and dressed, turns out Tracer was still lucid and reactive, she just shut down a little inside. They may have been too cruel.

Sombra figured that Moira and Bob could fix that so they packed everything they needed and took Tracer.

Few hours and a flight later they were back at the base the two led Tracer into Bob’s part of the base, now slightly remodeled, the lab was better equipped and a new transmutation chamber was being assembled along with the mass transmutation chamber if they will work with batches.

The quarters were also expanded and added to a more complex system of rooms to home multiple people aside from Bob’s current conquest.

Finally after getting the lay of the land in the new lab they found Bob overlooking some other data on a datapad, he seemed slightly enhanced, healthier but not much different.

“Oh I see you are back Sombra.” He looked at Sombra first “And you must be Emily, Its pleasure to see you amongst us!” Bob exclaimed and extended Emily a hand which she took and shook with a small bow. “And where's… Oh, is everything alright with her?” Bob finally noticed Tracer who winced a little at being noticed and just stared at the ground.

“Um…” Sombra fidgeted a little and laughed nervously “Well… It all worked fine, the imprint went just fine and we just decided to take her for a test drive to make sure and…”

Emily cut in nervously “We may have overdone it juuuuust a little”

“Damn it…” Bob just tapped the tablet and watched the trio before Moira came in.

“What’s the problem sir? Moira asked, acknowledging Bob and then she noticed Tracer. “Oh isn't that miss Oxton? Long time no see… Oh I see something went wrong.” Both Sombra and Emily looked away.

“The girls here seem to have had too much fun with her and uuuh… Broke her a little. Do you think you can fix her?”

“Hmmm... “ Moira grabbed Tracer by the chin and looked her over. “Yes, yes... I think I can work with this, even if this isn’t my center of expertise.” Moira looked at Bob and he nodded. She took Tracer by the arm and dragged her to go with her to the separate section of the lab.

“Now… What will I do with the two of you?” Bob asked while looking at Sombra and Emily

Moira guided Tracer onto a chair and took a small flashlight and checked Tracer’s eyes, her irises seemed a bit dilated as if she was in constant pleasure. Interesting.

“This feels like good old days, doesn’t it Oxton?” Moira smirked a little while checking Tracer’s vitals while doing the regular round of tests. Tracer seemed physically healthy. She even blinked curiously looking at Moira, confused, not recognizing the woman.

“Oh? Don’t you remember me? I guess it was a while and I changed a bit…” Moira moved her long hair out of the way of her face and smiled. Now Tracer recognized the face.

“What….Doc O’deorain??” Tracer asked confused, slowly pushing her words, barely audibly out of her lips.

“Sea, same old, same old.” Moira stepped back and noted the observations on her tablet, now tracer got to see Moira’s more shapely body and gasped silently as she looked up and down. Moira chuckled in response. “What? Can’t I have some charms of my own? At least I know you still have proper cognitive functions.” She put down the datapad and attached a few measuring apparatus’ cables to Tracer, just as she did the doors opened and a woman walked… no floated into the lab.

Seeing the woman’s unnatural but still alluring looks made Tracer shake in fear but Moira quickly noticed the spike in the readings and turned to Tracer. “Oh don’t worry, Sigma here came to help you too, she is a bit weird but mostly harmless to anyone but herself.”

Sigma tilted her head curiously, noticing Lena’s reaction and she quickly added up what was happening. “Oh my! What did she go through!? I am almost jealous. Wait! Did you ask me to help reenact whatever happened to her as a victim!?” Sigma shifted from side to side.

“No you… I just need your intellect to assist me…” Moira replied, rolling her eyes, and sigma squealed in response.

“That's so mean Moira! It's almost like I am nothing more to you than a tool to call and dismiss!” Excitement was clear in Sigma’s eyes.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” That dismissal just fueled sigma more.

Tracer just blinked, bewildered at what’s happening before her. What happened at her home was terrible in its own way, this though she would laugh if she could at how weird it was.

For the few hours or so it was some simple things that Tracer noticed, Moira gave her some meds and applied some other things that made her feel physically better and more comfortable. She could feel some old badly set bones and such adjusting and actually it made her feel better in her mind too in a way, she even stretched and shifted in the chair but didn’t dare to move. Sigma also moved around, tinkering on something and measuring Tracer here and there, not exchanging many words with Moira, she even adjusted her chronal accelerator. It was odd to see how focused Sigma was compared to her first impression. Tracer guessed it was just her focusing on the scientific task at hand.

After some time, Moira was done with her part while Sigma still worked. She extended her hand to Tracer who looked at it confused for a moment, by then she was dragged everywhere, but she hesitantly took it and rose up, she wouldn’t show or tell but it felt nice.

Moira carefully guided Tracer onto a couch, Moira sat first then guided Tracer to sit down on her lap sideways and hugged her, pushing Tracer’s head against her chest, while patting Tracer’s head.

Tracer thought that she would break down, sob, cry but nothing like that happened. She just sighed and relaxed.

“I’ve read the report, your girlfriend and Sombra played a little bit too rough with you, at least outside of a controlled environment” Moira said and got a nod against her chest from Tracer, who just mumbled.

“But it did feel good, didn’t it, to just go along with them?”

“Y-yes it did, I am just s-scared.”

“Why?”

“Because you are Talon, this means danger, people will die.”

Moira scoffed at that a little playfully and gently karate chopped the top of Tracer’s head. “This is where you are wrong.”

Tracer looked up at Moira, eyes confused.

“You saw the man, Bob?” Moira asked and Tracer nodded. “He kind of took over and our profile kind of changed. “We aren’t the world chaos, mess everything up organisation anymore. Now we are…. Well I don’t know yet what but I can assure you that it will probably be ‘better’ than any of what we were before.”

Tracer blinked, staring up at Moira, come to think of it, yes, Talon would probably just use Emily as a second Widowmaker and take Tracer out at this point or just apprehend her for experiments.

“Hell, would you even think I’d be so nice to you? Let's say Bob helped me find my more feminine, softer side.” To signify her words more, Moira moved her hand through Tracer’s hair and over Tracer’s scalp, which for the first time made Tracer crack a small smile and lean into the touch.

“And now I heard how subby you are at the moment, so knowing all this, was all that happened really that bad, I can guess you got a kick out of it.”

Tracer blushed and buried her face in Moira’s chest in response.

“Aha!” Moira chuckled.

“Yes I did, okay… So what now?”

“Well, Bob gave me a role for you to play here and I think you will like it.”

“Maybe, I am still not fully sold on working with you.”

“I can imagine, play along for now and see how that works out.” Moira responded matter of fact to play on Tracer’s new subby nature.

“Alright” Tracer gave in, it felt good to do so, besides she may get to get some information about that ‘new’ Talon.

“Now I will leave you with Sigma here to fit you with the new outfit then you will see Doomfist. Can you handle yourself from here?” Moira asked Tracer, helping the brit to her feet, then getting up herself.

“I… I think so”

“Alright I leave you to it” Moira left Tracer in the lab with Sigma.

Hearing the door click Sigma turned to Tracer, dropping from her floating and puled her shoulder over the brit. She looked at Tracer with curious eyes, fixated on her.

“Ummm?”

“Well!? So Tell me! How did all that filthy stuff done to you feel! I am jealous, may as well tell me!”

Tracer cringed but laughed in ward at the change of tone between this woman and Moira.

“Ummm… Now in hindsight it still was weird, and a bit scary but it felt so… good”

“I know right! Being treated so roughly is just so uuuh niiice…” Sigma trailed off before clearing her throat again. “Anyway, Sombra sent the scan of your accelerator yesterday, I managed to downsize it a little to fit your new outfit, I even built a changing room that you can safely change in!” She said enthusiastically and pointed out the corner where a small booth with a chronal device attached to it. “Your outfit is inside!” Sigma urged Tracer on by pushing her butt.

She entered the cabin, it was a bit cramped but she could move enough, she saw her new accelerator waiting next to a pile of new clothes for her. Her new ‘uniform’ was in fact a maid uniform. “Ah, bollocks…” Lena sighed but got to changing, the maid outfit wasn’t too revealing, cute even and comfy to wear, the new accelerator was lighter and felt as if it worked better than her previous ones, she felt more… in the moment. Most importantly, the accelerator fit with her outfit, she then styled her hair, looked herself over in the mirror and exited the changing room.

“My, my you look great. I wish I was made to wear something like that! Oh! Right! One more thing! I almost forgot!” Sigma made a small case float into her hand and opened it to reveal a pair of contact lenses. “Do you need my help to put them in?”

“Nah I’ll be fine” Lena took the case and looked over the lenses curious. “What are they for, and how do they add up to the outfit?” She asked, still putting them onto her eyes, as she did they tinted her irises red.

“That will be explained to you by Doomfist, she should be waiting for you in room two from here, to the right.”

“Thanks.” Tracer just turned and exited the room, wait did she say ‘she’ about Doomfist? Tracer fumbled a little with her new outfit but she found the room and entered it to see that yes in fact Doomfist was a woman.

Still Doomfist was still intimidating and looked at Tracer narrowing her eyes. “It's about time you showed up” Doomfist walked up and around Tracer and looked her up and down, adjusted Tracer’s dress and nodded. “This is passable, yes.”

“So… um… I was told that I will get some instructions from you miss? Dummfist?”

“Good, straight to the point, I like this. You will be master Bob’s personal maid and guard. Now you look the part, you just aren’t armed for the job yet and probably don’t know much about how you are meant to behave. First of all, straighten your back and look up. Next, let's go through some training programmes for your new role.”

Tracer stiffened, straightened herself, she felt the uniform against her body, it felt really great and Doomfist’s attitude spoke to Tracer’s military training so she was able to play along. From there Doomfist guided her to VR training programmes that helped Tracer understand both combat in her new outfit and role as well as the ways of behaving as a maid. The technology used was a less invasive and more voluntary version of Widowmaker’s training machines making it go fast and smooth.

“Ok for your last equipment…” Doomfist retrieved a set of holsters that fitted well under Tracer’s skirt and Tracer took them without a word, knowing exactly what to do with them. Next were slightly downsized versions of her guns to fit the new outfit.

“Oh almost forgot to explain the lenses, try blinking twice and thinking about activating them.” Doomfist instructed and Tracer followed.

“Woah…” Tracer said as she switched between different types of vision, night vision, heat vision and so on.

“Those will help you protect master Bob better. Now, congratulations on becoming the first in Talon’s maid division.”

“Thank you, miss.” Tracer nodded and gave a gracious bow, lifting her skirt a little.