Of course she is.

An important rule in life is to never underestimate your enemy, especially if they are desperate and have nothing to lose. The moment Sombra had turned off the screen she knew widowmaker was as good as dead. Nobody could survive such a concentrated dose of brain melting neurotoxins. She had however not accounted for the power of her own creation, and widowmakers willingness to give up on her own intelligence forever.

Sombra had taken her sweet time heading towards the armoury. She wanted to ensure that most of the poisonous gas had dissipated after all. The entire walk over from one end of the base to the other was oh so satisfying. She even took the time to directly report her success to Moira hoping to gain even more respect. Unfortunately the highly positioned Talon leader seemed to have taken Sombras actions for granted at this point. Eliminating Widowmaker had been expected of her. She felt herself grow slightly annoyed. Not that it mattered much anyways, Talon was simply a tool she could use to grow her sphere of influence. One day she would control the entire organisation. Moira and widow were both simply obstacles, and one of them had already been dealt with.

Entering the armoury Sombra flashed her keycard to start opening the long corridor of multiple security doors, eventually she reached the final one, she peeked inside to see if widows lifeless body could be seen, but strangely enough there was nothing there. No matter, perhaps she had tried to escape elsewhere instead of the front door. Not like it mattered. She was dead anyways. Sombra flashed her keycard once more as the automatic door swung open with a swoosh. Stepping inside she looked around the armoury, still unable to locate widowmaker. She takes several steps deeper inside, until eventually she comes across where the bimbo rifle is held. It was still right where sombra had left it. Widow hadn't even picked it up before choking to death on poison? Odd. Perha-....

The latinas train of thought is suddenly interrupted as a powerful force brings her straight to the ground. Widowmaker had been clinging to the in the ceiling, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce, just like a spider would. Her huge round ass connected straight with Sombras face, pinning her to the ground and stunning her briefly from the impact. Widowmaker seized the opportunity to turn around and grab the latinas hands, taking off her gloves to remove her ability to hack.

- Soooombra! You came for me! Although it would be sooo hawt if you would also cum for me~
Widowmaker giggled at her own joke.

- I'm like sooo happy you didn't just leave me here all sad and alone...now I can like...help you be all yummy and fun too! Just like the gun tells me to!

Sombra rubbed her head with her free hand, what was going on? She had lost consciousness for a second or two and now she was suddenly backed up against a wall, pinned down by...widowmaker? She's alive? And her tits are so big they basically cover all of Sombras field of vision, two dark blue nipples staring her right in the face. Widowmaker tilts her face at sombra not replying, noticing how the latina was staring at her breasts.

- You like 'em? They're soo big now thanks to you! I'm so happy you made the gun. Now I can like...obey it and go make a bunch of happy lil' bimbos like me! Mnn...gawd i'm gonna cream myself just thinking about it~

Widowmaker was not jesting, her plumped up pussy was already wet, leaking her juices all over Sombras legs as the spider started to rub herself against them with her crotch. Sombra had no idea what to say as she started to come to it. Instead she instinctively moved her fingers in the motion recquired to hack only to find that she had already been disarmed. By a giggling bimbo? By widowmaker?! This was beyond humilating.

Widow giggled teasingly.
- Nuh uh! No like....doing the smart computer things for you! That would be no fun~

Sombra tried to push widow away, but with widows transformation, the french woman was much heavier and stronger. Sombra herself had never been a powerful fighter either way, relying not on strength but on her intellect and technological abilities. Realizing her efforts for futile it seemed only bargaining remained.
- Alright...you got me widow. Fair and square...I hope you're not mad at me then. Since I made you all nice and happy? Right?
Widowmaker takes a second or two to ponder this question.
- Uhm...yeah? Didn't I like...say so earlier?! I'm suuper fluffy and stuff now...
- Then you should let me go, as thanks.
- Uhm....nahhh...the gun says I should totez reward you instead~
- The gun? What are you on about?
- The happy rifle! The one I use to make people big and bouncy like me~ I can't believe I totally didn't just shoot myself with it when I totally zapped Tracer! Like seeing her transform was sooo hawt....I kinda wish it was me you know? But now that is me!

This was bad. Way worse than Sombra had imagined. Widow had been neutralized by her weapon...but had clearly managed to create some sort of worship for the bimbo rifle. She needed to put this idiotic bitch in line ASAP or potentially meet the same fate.
- Alright...what do you mean by 'reward'?
Sombra fully knew that it meant, but she was now instead trying to buy time, perhaps Moira or some grunts would show up and save her. She could not allow herself to be shot by that thing, not here and not now. She had come too far to have her own brain be turned to mush.

Widowmaker didn't immediately reply, she leaned over and grabbed the rifle from the pedestal it was placed on, this gave Sombra just the right moment to push herself free, causing Widowmaker to fall on her ass, gun in hand.

- Owie! Such a meanie!

Sombra scrambled on the floor reaching her gloves as she hastily equipped them. Turning around she faced widowmaker, who was now aiming the rifle straight at her. Sombra hastily did the usual motions with her fingers, disengaging the rifle by using the failsafe she had programmed in during its creation.

- Phew...its over widow. Give me the gun and I guess you'll get to live. As a personal cumdumpster of our troops of cou-...
A loud hum filled the room as a pink beam of pure energy fired from the gun, hitting Sombra straight in the chest.

- Uhm...I like totally told you! It's me and the gun now silly~ We totez don't take orders from suuuper annoying latina bitches, yanno?

Sombra staggered backwards, her back hitting the glass of the security door. She panted as she looked at Widowmaker in disbelief.

- Impossible...I...I made it! How could you....it's not....
She started laughing, not giggling like a bimbo, a straight up villainous laugh.
- Heh....hehhahah. I suppose we both became victims of our own doing huh? How like.....totally ironic...
- I lyke...guess? Don't really care cutie. Just wanna see your boobies grow big and fun!

Sombra looked down at her outfit, she knew what was coming, but nothing could prepare her for how fucking good it feels. Every neuron fired in her brain, screaming for help as they popped one by one, replaced by the empty space of pink mist. Fluffy cotton candy and sugary sweetness filling her head.
- woah....so dizzy...so fizzy! Heh....you're funny Widow...can't believe I like....lost to you! Mnnff...so warm...need to make some room!

Sombra was the first bimbo to willingly undress herself. All the others had simply let the expansion break their clothes for them. But the Latina was now standing completely naked, still her regular self, letting Widowmaker see the transformation of her entire body from scatch.
- Sooo much better! Gawd....just get it over with now....make me nice and big so I don't have to think anymore!
The power of the gun obliged. There was no stopping it. Like usual it started with the chest, especially since that is where the beam of energy had hit Sombra. The latinas breasts started to tingle, instead of slowly growing however they seemed to buldge outwards in spurts. Jiggling and wobbling. Each time Sombra looked on with a wide grin, moaning along.
- Mnnff...woah....ahhh....b-bigger! Another one! Guhh...w-widooooww how big are they gonna geeet?!

The answer was, not quite as big as widows. In fact her tits grew to fairly average size, for someone who had been hit with the rifle that is. A moderate pair of E-cups that hung firmly with two pert nipples. The colour of her skin didn't seem to change at all. Her lovely chocolate hue seemed to have been deemed acceptable by the gun. At least based on what it was planning to do with her. The biggest change instead came to her booty. Much like tracer, her ass expanded outwards to almost comical size. She could sit on a spiked mattress and not feel a thing with such padding. Widowmaker giggled as she walked up and gave the badonkadonk a teasing smack.

- Lookatcha! Now you're like...the big booty latina you were totally supposed to be!
Sombra only moaned in response, feeling the tingle of her phat ass wobbling back and forth. Meanwhile the hacker seemed to strangely lose some height. Most of the other bimbos had either gained some or stayed the same. The gun seemed to be determined to turn Sombra into a proper shortstack. This was further confirmed when she looked down at her thighs. Before she had considered herself lucky to have a thighgap, but now...her hips were so wide that it would be impossible not to have her inner thighs smack against each other when she walked. This problem was further exacurbated by the fact that her pussy plumped itself up as if someone had pumped it in a vaccuum. Her clit stood right up, like a flad that was begging for attention. Widowmaker pounced on such vulnerability, walking behind Sombra and flicking her bean teasingly.

The latina yelped in response. It was too sensitive!
- Ahh! Widdooow! c-careful! My pussy like...so alive! Gotta be nice!
- Awww...don't be scared Sommy~ It just needs some like...training and it'll be super happy when played with!

Widow gave it another flick, sending another almost painful tingle through Sombras body. Clearly whatever vestigial part of widowmakers brain that remained wanted to punish Sombra a little for what happened earlier. Sombra whinced in response, complaining.

- But like...I wanted my transformation to feel gooood! My brain go bye bye...thought it was like....gonna make me cummies all over!
Despite her initial tease widowmaker did not have the heart to fully deny Sombra. After all her mission was to create happy giggling bimbos. And so she started to be more careful, gently massaging Sombras clit with one finger whilst her other hand started fingerfucking her pussy. Widow leaned in with a smile.
- Lyke...better?
Sombra moaned happily in response.
- O.M.G so much better! I'm like...burning up! Wanna cum so bad~

Whilst sombra was about to experience her first mind melting bimbo orgasm her changes continued without fault. What was left was her lips, gaining a little bit of extra plumpness, but not too much. Enough to be able to kiss well and perhaps suck a cock or two. Unlike widow however her lips were clearly not made to be some sort of cock devouring machine. Instead her stomach seemed to grow fitter, more toned as well as her arms and legs. A surprising amount of muscle built her up underneath her curves. Something she would need for the new lifestyle the bimbo rifle had in mind for her. The make-up on her face remained mostly the same, although it bleached slightly in tone to match her new hair. Sombra who already had purple and pink highlights instead had her base colour become a nice strawberry blonde. That slight hint of red helped show her old murderous side, even if the new Sombra was not particularly harmful. All thoughts of evil and world domination were slowly being replaced with servitude and dancing, specifically using poles. She pictured herself an entertainer with her new body, sliding up and down a long steel pole whilst to tease others.

- Oh god...Widow...I feel it....its happening...my memories are....i'm like not gonna be able to go back!
- I know right? And the moment you let go you're gonna cum the hardest you ever have!
- Oh fuck oh fuck....i'm cumming....i'm gonna...
One last part of sombra tried to hold on, perhaps as a single fuck you to widowmaker, but it was impossible. It simply felt too good. Widowmakers fingers worked her pussy into submission, sending a powerful spike of pure pleasure into her brain. That final moment of ecstacy snuffed out the final remnant of Sombras old self, allowing all of the new memories to flood in and take their place. Sombra was, and always had been a big booty Latina pole dance, who used her phat ass and wide hips to entice her enemies into submission. With this single new truth Sombra came harder than ever before, squirting her juices all over Widowmaker and the armoury floor.
- Gawwwwwd! Cummmm! So gewwwd~
Widow giggles happily, proud of her creation as she stops masturbating sombra and instead starts clapping.
- Yayyy! Sommy came so much! You're like all done now~ No more bad stupid brain! New happy fun time!
Sombra continued to ride the waves of her afterglow for a minute or two, resetting as widow gave her a bunch of compliments. She felt good, and she had made widow so happy and proud! What a day. She only hopes that every future day from here on would be just as good!