Widowmaker, Big Ass Bimbo Assassin

Working for an organization such as Talon has its risks. It values loyalty and strength above all. To ensure her rise within Talon Widowmaker had therefore been trained to forego any emotions. This was easily done when she killed people with her rifle, but lately she had been increasingly agitated with the higher-ups due to their decisions. Widow felt blindsided. First she had to use some cheap toy of a gun to...turn people into sluts. Secondly she had to watch said sluts carry out her job for her, rending her useless. Thirdly, and most egregious of all of her grievances, she had been clearly one upped by Sombra. There was something about that hacking latina bitch that she simply could not stand. Unfortunately for widowmaker, she was about to find out just how badly she had been outmaneuvered.

Walking down the hallway Widow headed straight for the armory, using a keycard to open several doors that are only accessible to high ranking members of the organization. Her mind was racing and her heart pumped fast. All she had to do was get a gold of that stupid rifle. If it was in her hands one more time she could shoot anyone who dared enter her line of sight. She could easily fight her way to Sombra and get the better of her. She knew it was not perhaps the most well thought out plan but she was desperate. If this weapon was as powerful as it seemed, there might be no need of her skills as an assassin anymore. The fear of being made obsolete infuriated her. She had spent years being molded into the perfect weapon. She was not going to let it all end now. Like predicted however, Sombra had put up a bunch of failsafes.

The moment Widow walked into the restricted section of the armoury, where Talons experimental prototypes were held, the door locked shut behind her and Sombra showed up on one of her signature screens.

- Oh bluey~ I'm dissappointed in you. Did you really think it would be that easy to simply waltz into the armoury and grab the weapon? Did you really expect no resistance? Well. I suppose it doesn't matter much in the end anyways. Moira has already marked you as obsolete. Your days as an assassin are over. Nobody needs violence and murder anymore to bend the world to our will. We have covert operations, hacking and of course the prototype now. I've blocked your only escape route and i'm filling the chamber with a deadly neurotoxin. Have fun!

Widow cursed herself as Sombras screen shut off. The french woman tried to force the door open, but to no avail. Behind her she heard a bunch of gas starting to seep into the room. It really was now or never, she had to make a split second decision. She might be trapped here...but she did still have access to one thing that Sombra wasn't counting on. The bimbo rifle. Opening the case where it was stashed whilst holding her breath, (something she was very good at doing for extended periods of time thanks to her sniper training) widow took out the rifle and pointed it straight at herself. During these last couple days she had been slightly curious to find out exactly how the rifle would alter her. If her real self couldn't find a way out of this situation then perhaps her bimbo version could. And if she couldn't...well then at least she'd die happy and dumb. She wasn't quite sure if that was preferable or not, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. After a couple seconds of mourning her last moments of sound mind, Widowmaker pulls the trigger, instantly clouding her world in darkness.

The bimbo rifle is calibrated to dispense a powerful beam of energy at great distances. This means that firing it at close range increases its effectiveness. Firing it straight to the temple as widow had done...lets simply say that it obliterated her poor brain. Luckily for her neurotoxins work by inhibiting brain function, but with not much going on upstairs the former ballerina seemed to have survived. Opening her eyes widowmaker looked around. The world was still the same as she had left it. She was in the armoury, rifle laying on the floor beside her. It was cute. She loved the rifle. It was like a best friend to her. It had made her so happy. Empty. Ready to be filled with the worlds love. Ready to fill the world with her love. She picked it up. Muscle memory kicked in as she stood up. She still knew how to operate it, somehow. She looked down at herself, admiring every part of her body. She stood on two pairs of platonic high heels, making herself significantly taller. How she was managing to balance on them was anyones guess. Her tight bodysuit was broken in all the right places. Heaving h-cup tits swinging from side to side, bursting out of the suit. Downstairs her pussy had plumped up, engorged and dripping wetness down onto the floor. Fuck she could masturbate so badly right now. Behind widow, her ass was causing her tights to creak and groan, with a simple flex of her toned thighs the leggings broke, making her now titanic booty break free of its constraints. Her dark blue hair seemed to have kept its hue, except for a single deep purple highlight which hung down in front of her left eye. The rest of her hair was still neatly tied up in a ponytail behind her, having gained even more length as it almost reached the floor. Her visor was still on her head, although it had changed colours becoming a lighter blue. Each of the red foci had also become the same purple as the highlight in her hair. Her nails had also grown significantly longer, becoming gaudy and fake, completely black with a white spider web pattern on each of them. Finally the femme fatale licked her lips. A deep purple glittery lipstick covered her new cock sucking pillows, inviting anyone daring enough to stick something inside.

With rifle in hand Widowmaker felt truly complete. She let out the lewdest of moans, feeling the power of Sombras invention coarsing through her. It was as if she had partly fused with the weapon. Its will was her will. And it wanted her to create. To grow. To change. Anyone who came in her way would be blessed with true beauty and happiness. This fundamental truth hammered its way into widows empty head, sinking deeper and deeper inside whilst the neurotoxin slowly dissipated from the room. She stood there for minutes, patiently waiting, until the last of the toxins had disappeared. As if on cue widows brain suddenly kicked into gear, allowing itself to become once more. Perhaps it was the gun that had given her the all clear. Who knows. It didn't matter. What mattered was her immediate reaction to her new reality. Her brain was now working on overdrive instead. That being said there was clearly not much higher thought going on, but there was a lot of them. Thousands of lewd thoughs, ideas and pornographic memories shooting around in her skull that she wanted to realize.

- Ohhh fuckkk.....like why did this little spider not do this eaaarlier! I'm like...busting out all over~ Mnnn fuck! So yummy! My head is like...full of happy pink clouds and I looove it! Gawd I hope Sombra is on her way to liike...stop me so I can totally shoot her too and then mnnnffffuck her sooo hard. I'm gonna like eat her pussy into next week!