Tracer, Teleporting Bimbo Brit

Lena had a day off which was something quite unusual for someone who was a part of Overwatch. There was always someone out there who needed saving, but when you're a girl who travels through time you eventually find yourself capable of bending the rules in your favour. So she was doing exactly that as she floated on a huge inflatable pooltoy with a pina colada in her hand, sunbathing without a care in the world.

Widowmaker was impressed. At least Sombras intel was useful. Catching Tracer in such a vulnerable position was rare. Even so she had been forced by Moira to bring that stupid pink rifle instead of her own, something that annoyed her to no end. Feelings however, was something she had been trained to remove when out on a job. It got in the way of her goal. Hitting her targets. From an adjacent highrise she aimed down at the terrace where Tracer seemed to be lounging in a pool. She had studied the brit for a while, trying to pinpoint when would be the optimal time to shoot. Using her scope to zoom in as far as possible the moment to strike was showing itself. She was resting on a pooltoy, floating around without a care in the world, taking sips from some drink and closing her eyes. It was now or never. The greatest opportunity to completely neutralize someone who had been a thorn in widowmakers side for far too long. The assassin took a deep breath in, calming herself, slowing down her heartrate. She felt the wind blow her ponytail as she did some final adjustment to her aim, slowly squeezing the trigger and letting the pink gun fire. Like usual she was expecting a loud noise. However the gun instead made a low hum and fired a silent pink beam of pure energy that travelled at light speed straight down, hitting tracer dead centre. Jackpot. Usually Widowmaker would immediately relocate after hitting her target. There was never time to stay and watch the aftermath of a successfull assassination thanks to the risk of being caught. But this time she lingered slightly, wanting to see exactly what Sombra had meant by 'Neutralize'.

Tracer had closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her pale skin. She had of course put on some sunscreen to avoid any major burns but honestly she didn't mind getting a little bit of colour, boy she could certainly use it. The bright light of the sun stared right down on her, a white, yellowish glow filling her closed eyelids. That is until suddenly the glow became pink for a split second. That was odd. Tracer opened her eyes, curious as to what had just happened, when she felt a sudden giddiness come over her. What if the sun turned pink. That would be sort of fun. She giggled and looked at her pina colada. Perhaps she had consumed a bit too much alcohol, yet she couldn't seem to stop herself from smiling with glee. The world simply suddenly felt so silly! She was a well known hero fighting for the greater good. But why? Why was she not allowed to have some fun every now and then?! Why was the only way she could manage to ever have a day off be to teleport through time? Ugh...It was all such a bore!

Tracer opened her eyes, and to her surprise she noticed that she had indeed gotten a tan. That was fast! Wait...aren't you supposed to get a tan much slower than that? Her skin had a nice olive tone to it already, didn't tans develop over several hours, even days? Right as she was about to question this even more she noticed her bra was looking a little loose. In her callous disregard for safety procedure she had managed to almost pop a titty out. Imagine the scandal! Tracer, local hero has a nipslip on vacation. Read all about it! Tracer laughed, noticing how her voice was much higher pitched than usual.

- Wait...something is weird. Why am I like...speaking in such a high voice? I need to get out of here...something is like...not right!

The relentless power of the bimbo rifle did not let Lena ponder such questions for long, in fact, its goals was to not have Lena think much of anything at all.

Lena paddled her way to the edge of the pool, awkwardly hopping off the pooltoy to try to sit on the edge. Her usually slender body was already starting to buldge in all the right places, something that made her a lot clumsier than usual. The ordeal of seating herself on the edge of the pool.

- Ughh...why is it so hard to move?!
She looked down once more, noticing how her tits were now fully on display, her bra had fallen down and rested on her hips, which had also grown quite a lot wider.

-Woah! holy titties! I've got like massive jooblies!

She sounded slightly shocked. What was going on? She tried to latch onto that feeling but the harder she tried the more annoyed she got. It was so hard to think and try to figure all of this out! Especially as she started to feel really hot. Was the sun giving her a heatstroke? No...the heat was in her loins, nay, her pussy! Her pussy was aching so bad! One hand moved downwards to start playing with her cunt, but it didn't feel quite wet enough so Lena brought her fingers up to spit on them. That was when she noticed how full her lips had gotten. Bee stung lips that looked ready to suck the fattest of cocks. her fingers brushed the pillows sending a delicious tingle down her spine. They were sensitive too!

- Whuzz like...me lips big and...mnn...hot~
Confusion continued to addle her mind, but at this point the battle was already over. There was not much left in her brain to stop her from continuing to degrade herself as she shoved the fingers inside of her mouth, sucking on them as if they were the very nectar of the gods. Once her fingers were well and truly lubricated she popped them out of her mouth with a satisfying noise, letting some of her drool land on her now huge pornstar sized tits. She giggles at the sensation, plunging the now sufficiently wet fingers into her gaping cunt.

- Mnnn...fuck....so hawt...need to cum so baaadly! Why is there like....no totally hawt chicks around to fuck? I wanna like much on some yummy carpet!
Tracer leaned back on the side of the pool, picking up a faster pace, it didn't take long before she came, her engorged bimbo pussy pulsating vigorously. With a loud bimbonic scream of ecstacy the girl slowly calms down and stands up. She adjusts her top that was now barely able to even cover her large and hard nipples. Her hair flopped forwards, having grown longer and more unruly, it covered some of her sight, making it hard to see what was above her.

- Oooh! I've got like...pink highlights~ I've always wanted those!

What the brittish gal failed to notice was how the rest of her hair had taken on a platinum blonde base colour, as well as grown significantly in volume. There was a lot more hair to go around, except for the rest of her body, which seemed to have been stripped clean of any body hair.

Tracer stretched slightly where she stood, like she usually does, giving a quick pose to showcase her ass.

- Fuck...my ass is like so tight~ Its kinda...looking like before I was totally nerfed! Maybe even bigger!
She gave it a playful slap to watch it jiggle, feeling the fat of her rump wobble in waves made her giggle.

- Hihihi! Look at it go~ Mnnn....that masturbation sess was totez fire. Gotta like find Emmy and totally screw her brains out!

Widowmaker simply couldn't look away. She could even hear a sudden high pitched shriek from across the rooftop as she was sure she watched tracer literally cum her brains out. What the fuck was this rifle capable of? Somehow she hoped it was never used on her. She'd honestly rather die than be humilatied and turned into...whatever Tracer just had been. At least Sombra was right, it certainly seemed to 'neutralize' its target. The only question now was...