Symmetra, Smartest bimbo alive

Symmetra's chambers had been on full lockdown since she received the missive from Ana. In the message the leader of Overwatch had written that their organisation was under attack by some unknown reality altering force, which seemed to turn people into...sluts? At first Symmetra thought this was some sort of practical joke or that perhaps this was a much less threatening hacking attack. But as the hours went by and Symmetra browsed her information channels she started to realize that the threat to reality itself might be true, and much larger than she had anticipated. Online she saw ads for something called 'P-whore-nowatch'. Some sort of megacompany that specialized in anything sexy or lewd. She checked to see if she could find any mentions of Overwatch anywhere and found nothing. She feared that earths defence force had been irrevocably changed to a parody some teenagers wet dream. This fear was confirmed when she went to reread Ana's missive, only to find that the original message had changed. Instead the leader had invited Symmetra to some sort of party, celebrating the companies 50th birthday. The message even had an attachment of a woman blowing a kiss. Someone that sort of looked like Ana...if you made her 40 years younger and put all of her brains in her tits and ass.

Considering the speed at which this thing was spreading Symmetra feared that she was unable of properly locating the source and restoring her original timeline. She had to make a quick decision whether to try and save this timeline, or at least try to salvage some parts of it. Standing in front of her reality stabilizer she tries to remember how the world looked before. What the past was like. But the harder she thought the worse it got. She could not remember much details about this so called 'Overwatch' anymore. Fuck. This reality change was exponential. It was spreading faster than she could have ever expected. That was when it struck her. In the original missive Symmetra swears Ana mentioned tracer being missing. Didn't Tracer used to have time warping magic? If she was the source...if she had been altering the timeline itself, that would explain the speed at which two separate worlds were converging. Symmetra took one last look at the internet, a torrent of videos from 'P-whore-nowatch' showcasing what she thought used to be friends, colleagues and allies, behaving like stupid vapid bimbos whilst fucking themselves and others. It was settled then. It was already too late to save this world. Symmetra had to adjust to it as best she good. And she damned if she was going to give up her intelligence.

Working as quickly as possible the indian scientist started entering commands into the reality stabilizer, A huge construct of a machine that she had developed to help combat powerful weapons that alter the fabric of space and time, regardless if from friend or foe. Alright. Symmetra typed her first command as she stepped into the chamber. 'Keep intelligence intact'. A robotic voice spoke up. 'Error'. Shit...that was not possible anymore it seemed. 'Keep most of intelligence intact'. The command went through. 'Keep body intact' Another error. 'Make body conform to standards, within reason.' The prompt went through. Symmetra felt herself running out of time, conflicting memories already crashing as her past was being rewritten. 'Keep memories intact' She knew this one wasn't going to work as she got another error. At this point the opposite might be better. She'd not like to be stuck with memories of a past that is no more. 'Accept new memories' The command went through. Was there anything else? Perhaps she could sweeten the deal a little as one last reward for trying to defend her original reality. 'Become a rich and famous scientist?' Error. She felt as if she had one last chance at fitting the criteria of this new world before losing her grip on reality. 'Become a rich and famous, sexologist.' Maybe this way she could at least keep some of her love of science...The prompt of course, went through. With one last grunt as she felt her mind collapsing from pressure, she leaned forwards and pressed the big red button to launch all of the loaded prompts as the machine stirred into gear and everything went dark.

Tracer looked around the Vishkar corporations headquarters. Her latest orders had been to capture and bimbofy Symmetra, in case she manages to alter reality back to something boring where nobody is fun and slutty anymore. Heading inside she did notice a strange sight however, most of the staff were on site, women dressed in colourful saris with cutout boob windows to showcase their immaculate indian hue. Hmm...maybe someone else had totally bimbofied the place already? Tracer though as she walked up to a receptionist and shamelessly stared at her impressive cleavage.

- Welcome to Vishkar industries, how may we help you?
- Uhm...like...hi? I totally have a meeting with Symmetra!
- You do? Very well. Please follow my colleague and she will guide you to our mistress.
Mistress. That was a bit of an odd title. It was hot, sure. But did symmetra really use such a title? Tracer turned around to find another well dressed and groomed lady gesturing for her to follow.

Walking through the immaculate halls of the vishkar corporation tracer couldn't help but notice the lack of pink in its colour shceme. At the same time though she saw huge banners showcasing some of their latest inventions on walls and surfaces. All of them seemed to be focused on improving one thing and one thing only, sex. This confused tracers poor bimbo brain even further.

- Uhmm...like...me confuzzled...are you all like bimbofied too or no?
The guide couldn't help but giggle slightly, something that made Tracer think that the answer was yes. She did not seem to answer the question however as she simply keeped on walking, choosing to remain silent which sort of annoyed Tracer. At least she got a good look at the ladies ass. The way her hips swayed with each step made the outline of a toned butt visibly through the sari. The two stepped into an elevator, riding it up to the very top floor of the giant building. The guide finally spoke as she gestured for Tracer to exit.

- Please exit. Symmetra is in her chamber right ahead.
Tracer obeyed, taking one very obvious look at the strangers cleavage, something that got garnered a teasing smile back. She exited the elevator and took in her surroundings, hearing the doors close behind her as it travelled downwards. The room was huge, two waterfilled pathways flanked an obsidian coloured marble floor. At the end of the room was a giant mahogany desk, standing in front of a large red futon clad in silk. On it sat a figure, dressed in the most colourfol clothing she had ever seen.

- Come closer Tracer! I won't bite~

Tracer obeyed, still confused. Was her job already done?
As she approached it became obvious that this was indeed Symmetra. Her indian appearance was mostly the same as tracer remembered. The main differences was that her hair was tied up in an impressive bun, a couple strands of black hair dangled freely down from it. The dress she wore was clearly made from the finest silk, lightweight and revealing. Letting anyone get a good peak at plenty of skin at the right angle. It bulged outwards fairly signigicantly too in all the right places, showcasing that Symmetra had taken on some moderately bimbo proportions. She wasn't anywhere near Tracers other bimbo friends though. Across symmetras neck was necklace made from pure gold, the largest ruby tracer had ever seen nestled in the middle. This version of the indian scientist was rich, filthy rich.

Tracer stopped in front of the desk, actually feeling a little intimidated. She had so many questions to ask, and so little precious brainspace to do so with.
- Uhm...like....are you a bimbo?
Symmetra giggled, which made tracer smile. Bimbos giggled so Symmetra clearly was one!
- No. I am not a bimbo. At least not of the same breed as you. If you really must call me a bimbo...I suppose you could call me an executive bimbo.
- Ex-e-cu-tive?
Tracer tried to spell the word out. It was a long one that she hadn't heard before.
- That's right. A little more refined, and smarter by a long shot. Have you never considered how the balance between our two great companies was established?
Tracer tilted her head, not quite sure what Symmetra was getting at.
- I guess I will have to spell it out for you...brain not working too fast is it?
Tracer shook her head. Brains were for chumps. Why think when cumming is so much more fun.

- When Ana created 'P-whore-nowatch' 50 years ago the size of her company was small. She was only a lone bimbo with a dream and a dripping cunt. Now that works well for a while. A porn shoot here. A magazine there. But as you start to scale your business you require grander and grander investments. That is where the vishkar corporation comes in. We produce the majority of sexual products that your company uses. Dildos, condoms, lubrication, rope, fuckmachines. Anything you can think of that makes your pussy tingle, we make it. Without us you and your precious bimbo friends would not be having quite as much fun. Correct?

Tracer nodded slowly. This did all seem well and good...but she had been given orders to change the original symmetra into a giggling bimbo! somehow despite it all, Tracer the bimbo brit seemed to be the only one still holding onto memories of the past reality. Perhaps because of her timewarping shenanigans she had built up some sort of resistance, who knows. Unfortunately for the old world Lena didn't seem to care. The new one was so much more fun.

- So uhm...like...why me here again?
- Really? You don't even remember your task? By god...how much of your braincells do they remove when you go through the application process?
- Uhm....Tracer like...didn't do that part...she kinda got shot in the head by a sniper rifle!
- Yeah it certainly feels so sometimes. Anyways you can thank Ana for the invite to the celebratory party and you can tell her I will attend. I assume that is why you're here. No?

Tracer nodded slowly. Simply going with the flow.
- Yeah~ Like of course! Silly me...so forgetful!
- Now...since you've come all this way how about a little fun in the hay? All this talk has got me all worked up and I've never had a brittish lass with such a big ass as you before.
Tracer blushed slightly at the sudden forwardness. With a giggle and a hop she joined Symmetra on the large silken clad bed, slapping her own ass teasingly in response.
- Yes! I've been running sooo many errands lately for Ana....I would totez love a quick romp~