D.va, Bouncy Bubblegum Gamer Girl

Widowmaker was not quite sure why her orders had been to not only let Mercy and Tracer go after neutralizing them, but to aid them in teleporting back to the Overwatch headquarters after upgrading Mercy's Caduceus staff with Sombras technology. With access to Tracers technology could Talon not simply deconstruct it and find a way to open up a backdoor straight into their HQ and destroy it from within? Moira however had scoffed at such a stupid suggestion. Talon already had a weapon powerful enough to win their war in the bimbo rifle. Furthermore they could use Overwatch's weakness against them, their compassion. Every major member neutralized this way would become an assett to Talon, draining their enemies resources by creating a faint hope of rescue. Widowmaker wasn't sure though. Overwatch still had plenty of engineers and capable individuals who might potentially reverse engineer the bimbonic powers, giving Mercy access to them was a mistake.

- Relax bluey. My technology's changes are irreversible. I've seen to it. Upgrading Mercy's staff was the right move.
Sombra teased, clearly enjoying how she was getting underneath Widow's skin.

- There are plenty of other ways of irreversibly neutralizing targets. Whats wrong with the good old sniper bullet to the head? And giving our enemy a direct copy of our weapon? What if they use it against us?!
Widow bit back, not giving up so easily.

Moira however spoke up, calm and commanding. Tired of this conversation as it was going in circles.

- Enough. Both of you. Sombras technology will be used since it creates casualties. In war, a wounded enemy is a greater drain on an enemys resources than a dead one. Widow, you've seen for yourself how Tracer helped us gain access to Mercy. We are turning their heroes against them. Mercy will use the staff on her colleagues and friends, and even if they manage to confiscate it Sombra has ensure the technology will selft destruct at the push of a button, it is also a much weaker version that will require a longer exposure time to have an effect. This weapon has changed everything, and unless you want to be changed with it...I suggest you fall in line and do as you are commanded.

Widow fell silent, brooding as the meeting ended. The next target had already been decided and she wasn't even going to be the one to do the job. A korean streamer turned mech pilot. Part of her couldn't wait to find out exactly how Mercy's upgraded staff would 'sluttify' Hana, although she would never admit that openly to the others. Still, she was more than annoyed. She was considering more and more to use the rifle on Moira and Sombra instead. To show those stuck up bitches how good their treasured weapon supposedly was. But how could she be sure they had not also created some sort of counterweapon or shield? It would be foolish for someone to make such a powerful thing without any way of protecting themselves...right?

D.va was a new recruit in Overwatch. Through her time in MEKA she had gained a lot of experience defending her country against null sector. But nothing had prepared her for this. On a routine mission Hana had managed to gain a few cuts and bruises, despite remaining in the safety of her mech. Routine protocol was to head to the nearest medical lab for a shot of antibiotics in case of infection. For some reason though D.va had been told to report to Doctor Ziegler. This was weird. Usually such a small procedure could be done by a lower level doctor, or even a simple nurse. As the automatic doors to Mercy's labs opened up, Hana was met with a sight she couldn't even have dreamed up.

Someone that looked and sounded a lot like Tracer was bent over, naked except for her teleportation device, having their ass manually stuffed with a long surgigal dildo by a blonde huge titted woman dressed in what could only be described as a porno version of a nurse outfit. The 'nurses' areola were barely visible from the massive cleavage that revealed the soft pale skin of their tits.

- Like...see what I mean tracer? With a phat ass like yours you should learn to love taking stuff up the butt!

The brit obeyed between strained moans. Grunting as her asshole was stretched by the doctor.
- gnnfff...y-yes doctor! You like...t-totally hahnn...k-know whats best!

- M-Mercy?! Tracer?!
Diva couldn't believe her eyes. What was going on. Had someone hacked her mech and had somehow managed to incept her into some sort of virtual reality as a form of torture?
- Hana!

Tracer exclaimed giddily, she quickly popped off of the dildo Mercy was administering, her usual peppyness having been turned up several notches as she instantly teleported right next to D.va hugging her tightly. The korean felt incredibly awkward as she was squished into Lena's mostly nude form, her skintight suit not giving her much protection from the feeling of Tracers curves.

- I'm like...sooo excited you're here! Look at my boobies! They're way bigger right? And my ass! See! I bet it can take like...the biggest dildo up it sooo hard~
The brit gave Hana no rest, no time to try and analyze what was going on as Tracer started posing right in front of her teasingly. Meanwhile Mercy simply looked upon the two, her motherly instincts letting her take the back seat for now as she started preparing something in the background...[[[[
](http://lab.D.va)](http://lab.D.va)](http://lab.D.va)](http://lab.D.va)D.va finally spoke up after Tracer had given her a proper showing of her enhanced body.

- Tracer...this isn't you! What happened? You've been...changed...mentally! Physically! You need help!
Tracer shook her head with a sassy look on her face.
- Nuhh! I feel like totez amazeballs! I have like....no sad thoughts evurr...and head is all fluffy and fun...and my body is all yummy and hawt...and I cum like aaaaalll the time!
This conversation was going nowhere and was clearly beyond Hana's expertise. If she wasn't stuck in some virtual reality hacked into her mech by an enemy, then Overwatch HQ was compromised and she needed to inform someone as soon as possible.
- That is great Tracer...but uhh....I just remember I need to go check on my mech. It took a bit of damage in my last skirmish, I obviously want it working in top form!

Unfortunately for Hana, Tracers endless bimbo energy had let Mercy work freely without being disturbed. The distraction was complete. In an instant Tracer grabbed onto D.va's slender arm, she was surprisingly powerful and refused to let go as Hana tried to free herself.

- Oh come oooon Hana-pooo...you're like sooo boring! Can't you stay and have fuun with Tracy~
- Let me go Lena! You're being controlled! I need to get help!
Tracer did look a little sad as Hana replied. She didn't want to hurt anyone, right as she looked ready to let D.va go, Mercy swooped in and stuck a syringe filled with an unknown cocktail of chemicals straight into Hana's outstretched arm.
- I'm afraid I can't like...let you do that Hana! The doctor totally insists you stay~
The chemicals worked instantly, a potent poison that attacked Hana's nervous system. She went to open her mouth and protest, to pull away her arm and run, but all she managed to do before losing consciousness was to mutter a cry of confusion.
- Wha-..but....why?
D.vas eyes flickered as the world went dark and her body limp.

Light rushed into her eyes. Confusion. Where was she? Had it all been a dream? Hana tried to move an arm but found that she couldn't. Same went for her legs. Was she strapped into her mech? No...her mech at least let her move her limbs, even if it sometimes was a tight fit depending on the model. As she blinked her confusion away, her blurry vision slowly sharpened as she could make out two voices arguing.

- But Ziggy....this is like totally mean! What if Hana doesn't like...wanna do this?
- Oh Lena. I am the doctor am I not? My job is to like...admini-...admuon-....give patients their medicine! And my opinion is that Hana is like...all sad and boring without hers.
- But didn't the uhm...bad people give you the medicine? You know those bad ones that always try to be mean and stuff?

- I suppose they did...but they did the same to you! And are you sad right now?
Tracer shook her head.
- Aren't you like completley full of happy pink clouds all the time like me?
Tracer nodded her head.
- Would you uhm....want to go back to being like worried all the time and have small tits and ass?
Tracer shook her head.
- So what is like...wrong? Those people told us to like...shoot her with my staff and then Hana can be fun and yummy like us! As a doctor I have totally diag...digano-...seen that she has a bad case of sad brain! The only cure is to blast all that sad away!
- I suppose that like...makes sense Ziggy...
- Good! Then lets totally begin~

Hana struggled against her restraints, the conversation in the background not her current focus. It was already clear to her that she was about to be in for a bad time should she not find a way to escape and she doubted that bargaining was going to help either. Before her she now saw what looked like Mercy's caduceues staff, mounted onto some sort metal frame, pointing straight at her. There was a pink glow concentrating inside of it, clearly building up power as a low hum filled the room. Hana continued to struggle, but there was not much she could do. Feelings of fear and dread overcame her. Bad feelings. Sad feelings. This was the last time Hana songs brain would allow such a silly thing to exist. A warm stream of pink energy begun to flow from Mercys staff, straight into Diva's body, encasing her fully in it. The sensation that filled her was indescribable. It was as if every nerve and pore of her body opened up at the same time, expelling every toxin that she had stored throughout her relatively short life, and then absorbed all that pink gooey warm goodness that was Mercy's staff. She felt safe, as if wrapped in a warm blanket by a loved one, relaxed, calm. Everything was going to be alright.

The calm did not last for long however as the warm snug feeling kept building, building into something different. A tingle ran down her skin tight suit, stretching and groaning as it creaked and strained. Hana felt herself grow hotter by the second, warm, horny? Fuck...it felt as if she hadn't masturbated in years. Why was she so goddamn horny all of a sudden? The gamers tits started straining against her suit painfully, begging for release. It came in the form of her zipper breaking as her breasts bounced out of their restraints. Filled with bimbo goodness that would make anyone jealous.
- Oh my gawd....fuck....I....mnnn....

She was unable to contain herself from moaning out loud. Voicing just how good this feels.

- See Tracey~ Told you she would like....cum her brains out!

Tracer wasn't paying any attention to the doctor, she was too entranced by watching D.va transform. One hand groping her breasts whilst the other started to play with her pussy. Mercy rolled her eyes. Sure it was hot and she wouldn't mind jilling out to Hana losing her brains too, but Ziegler still had at least a little bit of proffessionality left inside of her. Someone had to ensure the medicine was administered properly and without complications after all.

- Youngsters...living life in the like...fast lane~

Diva felt her priorities shift in real time. At first, despite how relaxed and horny she was feeling, she tried to resist her mind being altered. She noticed her memories being altered, change to fit a new narrative. For each one that disappeared the process became a little easier, a little faster. And although she had at first morned losing the sense of her old self, there was in time nothing left to mourn or be mourned. A wide smile and peppy energy filled Hana as her mind was flooded with memories of her new past. Slutty late night gaming streams, cosplay conventions, baiting simps for donations. She was an expert so called 'booby streamer' using her feminine whiles and body to extract money off of people on the internet. She had been banned from multiple platforms as her decent into lewdity had progressed, eventually finding herself exclusively streaming on straight up porn sites. Despite all of this she still had a large dedicated fanbase, which was the main reason for why she somehow had ended up being invited onto the Overwatch team.

Hana continued to moan as she had her eyes closed for a couple minutes now, masturbating with both hands until she reached a climax. With a satisfied sigh whilst riding the afterglow she opened her eyes with a wide smile, at which point Mercy turned off her staff, figuring the transformation complete.

- How are you uhm....feeling Hana? Did the doctor do good?

D.va sat up on the hospital bed as the restraints seemed to automatically open, freeing her. She studied her new self, A set of E cup breasts bulged out of her suit. Her stomach had been flattened even more, removing any excess weight gained from snacking on doritos or drinking mountain dew in her years. Her hip to waist ratio was to die for and her lips had gained some significant plump. She turned around and slapped her own ass too, feeling a new enhanced jiggle. Finally her hair had been changed into a spectrum of bright rainbow neon colours without any pink to be seen. It hung in front of her face, covering one eye unless she moved it to the side. all in all she was unmistakenly a new member of the Overwatch bimbo division. She was however more well rounded compared to her two allies. Whereas Mercy was particularly gifted in the breast department and Tracer had the butt to challenge any shortstack latina, Diva was simply curvy in all the right places without going overboard.

Between blowing large pink bubbles of gum (where had that come from?) Diva exclaimed, full of energy.

- Ohmigod! Ziegler! I'm like sooo sorry about earlier...I was in total bitch mode. I was like...totally harassed by a fan earlier today and it put me in such a sour moood! I shouldn't have uhm...let it go out on you!

Mercy smiled happily back. Her job was done and she was satisfied.
- Awww...don't worry hun. The doctor is always happy to like...help! Like I uhm...always say. Gotta turn that frown upside down!

Widowmaker groaned loudly. Mercy never says that! This weapon was ridiculous...yet clearly more powerful than she was expecting. Whilst watching the transformation she had pulled up the internet and checked several feeds. Sure she was not a master hacker, but it was not hard to locate d.va's streams in the news. Banned for showing her breasts live on stream. Fucked 100 fans in a row to break a record. Sold her own bathwater. This was bad...if Sombras technology was capable of rewriting reality itself, who knows what could happen. Widow simply hoped that she would end up on the winning side.