Sombra tooked herself into D.Va’s bed, and started cradling her stomach with her hands, hoping to wake up to curves larger than the gamer’s who was currently stewing away in her gut. But even while she was ready to sleep, she was forced to open her eyes as a yellow light beamed through her eyelids.
“Wha-NO! THAT PIECE OF TECH STILL NEEDS TO BE TESTED BEFORE IT’S USED!” Sombra yelled out while trying to yank off a bracelet from her wrist. It had been given to her by Moira to deliver it to another Talan research facility for further testing, as the device was designed to forcefully fuse a pred and their prey together instead of digesting them. This is something that’s known to sometimes happen naturally when you eat someone, but It’s chance of happening is completely random. Moira was hoping this device would increase this chance to 100%, but so far all It’s done in testing is switch the position of the predator and prey, hence why Sombra was so frantic to remove it.
As the light settled down though, Sombra didn’t find herself within D.Va’s stomach, as she was still nicely tooked in her bed. “Wooh, I was worried for a minute there chica, but you’re still all mine- What!?” Sombra said smugly to D.Va before realizing her stomach was completely flat. “That’s not possible! Where did she go- AHHH!” Sombra yelled to no one in particular, but she was interrupted by a stinging sensation that enveloped her whole body. She quickly throw D.Va’s blanket off her and stared at her body, which was shockingly lightening in It’s pigment. “Oh, now you decide to work, you piece of junk- HAAAAH” but she was cut off again as her chest, backside, and thighs started to rapidly put on pounds. After all, all that gamer meat has to go somewhere.
As Sombra was receiving the curves she wanted, her mind was also flooded with memories of playing and mastering League of Legends, Warcraft, and StarCraft, all the experience necessary to pilot a MEKA, and all the responsibilities that come with being a hero- “I don’t need this shit! We were just supposed to fuse bodies, not minds! What the hell is happening?!”
What Moira hadn’t told Sombra was this device’s primary purpose was to steal information directly from the minds anyone Talan deems necessary, but it’s just supposed to give the the consumer access to the consumee’s memories, not combine their minds. But I guess that’s just one of the kinks in the device that hadn’t been programmed out yet.
After a few minutes of this, Sombra, or well what was originally Sombra, had finished their transformation. “Euh, what happened to me? Last thing I remember is being eaten by someone, or wait, no I ate them? It’s all so fuzzy” As ??? stumped around the room they were in, they noticed a mirror in one of the corners of the room and finally got a full view of themselves. “Oh lord, my tits are gigantic! And so is my ass! Each breast and cheek is easily bigger than my head! And my thighs are so thick and plump! Woah, and my skin is so much lighter! Or darker? Why can’t I remember what color my skin was?”
As ??? thought about all these questions, a knock came at the door followed by a voice “Wake up D.Va! Winston isn’t taking no for an answer this time of you missing out on training!” The British voice startled ???, as she quickly made her way to the door to open it. Instead of grabbing the doors key card though to open It, she just instinctively hacked it open with her hand. “Alright D.Va, lets head to training- Oh god!” Said the young Overwatch operative, Tracer, as the door opened, and instead of seeing her gamer teammate ready for training, she saw on absolute bombshell of a women who was completely naked. If she wasn’t already see someone she almost certainly would’ve asked her out. “Erm, hi. Err, sorry for interrupting you and D.Va from- ahem, whatever it was you were doing together, It’s just that my boss called her to do some training”
As Tracer said this she got the most severe sense déjà vu while looking at the hot women, as if she recognized her from somewhere, even though she was sure she didn’t. “D.Va? Is that me? No, I’m not D.Va, I’m Som- Va? It’s that my name? Somva?” The women said in a daze. Tracer, noticing how delirious the women was said “Hey are you alright? Do you need to sit down for a minute? You seem confused.” So Tracer helped Somva back into D.Va’s room and started talking with her about where she came from and where D.Va is.
From what Tracer could decipher, Somva remembers coming to this room being eaten or eating someone, then everything is foggy. Obviously this is completely nonsensical to Tracer, but she doesn’t say that. “Alright, so you can’t fully remember how or why you got here, and you don’t really remember who you are, is that right?” “Yeah, that sounds about right. God, I’ve just been having so much trouble thinking because of how hungry I am” Somva said while staring directly at Tracer’s plush lower half. But she wasn’t the only one who was hungry. Having to stare at this naked bombshell for so long got Tracer’s stomach rumbling like it never had before. But she couldn’t just eat such a defenseless and confused women just because she was hungry, she was a proud member of Overwatch! She was supposed to help people, not hurt them!
…Gurgle
Right?…
