Femme Fatality(Widowmaker Tg) (Patreon)

Lucas awoke confused, his body suspended by an odd series of restraints and machines, the room still spinning as if he was suffering from a particularly bad hangover. Fuck what had he been doing? He wracked his brain for how he had ended up here, only remembering some argument on twitter with Talon after a simple joke tweet. "For such a secret organization you sure are prominent on social media." That had apparently pissed off whoever was in charge of the account, but they were a multinational terrorist group. He was just a random twitter shitposter. There was no way they would actually take the time out to get revenge on a small fry like him, even if he had ratioed them a few-

DING

"Good morning new recruit. You are designated as spare material personnel and shall be made to fill in a critical role for Talon."

Fuck. It was them. Why had he opened up his stupid mouth.

"I-I wasn't the only person making fun of you! C'mon please I won't tell anyone! Y-You can't just kidnap people you're breaking the law!"

There was a pause, only for the restraints to jerk him forwards, rotating his body to a series of cameras.

"As a new recruit, you should already know that Talon has no worries of any country's legal system. As a 'voluntary' member of the identity reassignment program, you will be changed into missing operative codename: WIDOWMAKER."

He stared at the speaker with a bit of concern, his mind racing as a series of tubes and devices were lowered down from the ceiling.

"H-Hey you're not serious about this? Please you have to have something better to do than to- EEK!" One of the lowered appendages had a pair of small scissors, the claw swiveling around as his pants and shirt were cut to shreds, his boxers joining them as he was left hanging naked.

"Recruit is ready for the process to begin. Administering serum in 3, 2, 1-"

A series of injections and tubes were lowered from the ceiling, his attempts to dodge fruitless given the bindings, the metal supports not even swinging as a purplish blue fluid glowed menacingly, a few pinpricks hitting his navel, nipples, ass and neck as the plungers depressed it all into his veins. A slight numbing chill spread from the different sites, giving Lucas a weird mix of chills and tingles, like someone was consistently brushing his skin all over. Given how badly Talon could treat people, he guessed it was a small blessing that it wasn't immediately painful. Actually, it kind of felt... nice?

"Uhhm wh-what are you nnmph s-stop this I don't- ahhh ahh?"

The feeling of stroking was only getting more intense now, his cock slowly rising, his mind confused as the most stimulating parts were in his nipples strangely. It felt alien, yet the process was kind of familiar to him, his niche fetish sending bits of descriptive texts to mind as sweat lightly dotted his body.

It was a building pleasure, his complaints devolving to confused pants as the stroking tingles around his nipples dived deeper, almost teasing the muscle behind it as the usually inert flesh puckered slightly. The pucker soon turned to hardness, but it was less a reaction to cold and more like his cock, the dull but building sensations driving gasps from his lips, the nipples themselves looking almost bruised as they swelled with arousal. They were purple now, and incredibly sensitive, his resistance flagging somewhat as his squirming turned less like someone trying to get out of a bind and more like the reactions of a nervous lover as their partner hit all their weak spots, the tingles worsening as he cooed. All the hairs stood up on his skin, his body trembling as one by one they fell to the floor, the chills growing unbearable as his hips thrust with need, the pleasure rising still. And with each patch of hairlessness came a further change, the smooth skin turning an unnatural shade of blue.

"Skin overstimulation commencing in 3...2...1-"

He audibly gasped as it hit zero, spots of sudden pleasure radiating over his body, each one followed by the hairs peeling away, moles and sun spots and other imperfections all forced out as the tightening clutch of his own skin blued in further patches. It was being done in a way where even the slight breeze of the ac system was enough to get him turned on, his body being charged to be easily teased at the slightest of provocations. There was little else to describe it as other than heavenly, but there was a conflicted realization at the changes, the blueish color with just a hint of purple making it obvious what was happening to him, his body trembling as the buzz was now firmly in the muscle underneath, his entire body feeling squeezed in a slightly too tight shell of perfection.

The clues were all in the announcement, Operation Widowmaker likely about making a twin, or perhaps replacing her. This was a terrifying proposition, of becoming someone else, especially someone of another gender which he had figured was happening from the truly novel sensations coming from his nipples. But surprisingly, Lucas was getting kind of excited, thrilled even. His heavy breathing barely hid it, the slow buzz diving deeper, feeling like an intense erotic massage of his entire body, his dick struggling as he tried holding back, hoping not to lose it too soon. It wasn't like he wanted to be replaced, but this had always secretly been a fetish of his, his spare cash generally funneled to art and stories of himself being turned into women. Of course, he usually had it be the girls of Overwatch, D.Va twinning him on a stream or Mercy healing more than just a minor injury as his character would give into the pleasure and fully embrace it. But Widowmaker? ...shit it might just be his nature as a sub kicking in, but he had to hide how horny this corruption was getting him in concept, sighing as a new round of changes hit.

Now he was in a conundrum. He assumed that Talon was doing this as a punishment of some sort, aiming to convert an annoying critic into a loyal soldier or whatever, but if he made it clear he was kind of into it, there was the very real possibility of them stopping it. No wait shouldn't he want to-

"Muscle reformation in 3...2...1-"

"H-AHhhh a-ahhh~!"

Ripples of energy surged through his body, caressing every muscle, squeezing every limb. It was a weird mix of condensing and atrophy, some bits losing mass like in his fingers, each one slimming as the waves crashed over and over in a few specific spots. His waist was especially affected, the muscle fibers spooling tighter, dragging his sides inwards. There were a few creaks of his bones, a slight bit of pain offset by the continuous pleasure of the changes as curves formed from flatness, his waist twisting as it didn't just turn svelte, but toned.

Lucas wasn't ready for the totality of the burning strength, the blueish flesh trembling as muscle groups shifted like continents drifting, the process slow and rewarding as a screen moved down in front of him. In the time it took for it to turn on, his core had refined itself to a diamond lined with soft fat, giving it an appealing look, not entirely feminine yet, but it made him look like a fit femboy, a clear line going from navel on up, the faint trace of a six pack hidden in the alluring smoothness of his core. There was a bit of discomfort as the pudgy softness he usually carried was pushed inwards, but this led to a satisfying fizzing as wisps of fat slithered up the net of muscles his core had become, lightly jabbing into his nipples as he gave a loud, horny shriek.

The tv turned on as a large tube with multiple pneumatics was lowered down, catching him off guard as a sudden suction popped it onto his cock, images of widowmaker and orders from Talon playing in a hypnogogic loop as the tube crawled up the entire length of his cock.

A series of buffers began to rub his cock from all sides, two rounded containers gripping his balls as they began to squeeze. This led to him going bug eyed with ecstasy, the constant flashing of Widowmaker images and orders flashing by as his shaft warmed to the point where he could feel it almost melting, his cries devolving to wordless blabbering as a small pneumatic piston shoved a beaded end into his shaft. It was so much pleasure it sounded more like a cough or a punch to the gut than enjoyment, Lucas confused, as this was normally the last thing to occur, but he could feel it beginning to shift, the flesh jiggling, hairless and tender as the buffers and pistons plunged inwards, the one inside his dick suddenly spearing his prostate as he bucked in place, screaming as he came.

His eyes glazed slightly, the irises yellowing as information barraged his mind, the experience of it even better than what his fantasies had conjured up, Lucas unable to want it to stop as the buzzing plunger shoved once more into his prostate, warping it, the thick cum vacuumed up as he watched it fill up the tube, a few fluids bubbling in through side tubes as it made a circular path, each new funnel straining it, clearing it, his cum clear halfway through the loop, then mauve, a few more side mixes turning it a neon purple like the stuff that had started it all as his balls clenched, the cupping wringing them dry as he gave hot, dry puffs of ecstasy. It was when the machine was certain he had been drained that the plunger end fucking his innards opened a small hole, the neon concoction spraying over his insides as Lucas's voice cracked from the sensations, his innards melting under the hot transformative bath of fluids as his prostate warped and molded to the intense fucking of the tube, one final squeeze popping it to a womb as the entire device took advantage of the mushy innards and pushed on his quivering, melting cock.

There was always that point in the stories he read where there would be a mind break, Lucas always imagining what sort of unholy pleasure it would take to make someone give in like that. He didn't need to imagine much anymore as the first length of cock was pressurized, unfolding inside as the pneumatics stirred and shaped his innards, a voice repeating now from the sides, "You are Widowmaker. You love to serve Talon. You are-"

Now there were a few issues with this type of brainwashing. Firstly, Lucas was screaming so loud he could barely hear any of the commands and orders being issued, his thoughts less about subservience and more along the lines of, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH GAWD OH FUCK OH HOLY GOD FUCKING SHIT-" than anything intended. Secondly, while his eyes initially bugged out at the pleasure, they were fluttering and winching shut, missing most of the subliminals meant to condition him. Of course, this was lost on both parties, Lucas enjoying the ungodly amounts of pleasure coursing through him as the fluid was changing him at the genetic level, cords of muscle pulling on his cock while the tube pushed, double fucking the same spot as the piston shoved his cock inside with its own presses.

There was a wet slurp as his balls popped inside, a harsh tearing noise opening up his newly formed lips as that removed the last piece of leverage his cock had, one final push shoving it fully inside as a clear, silky fluid gushed down his thighs. Well, "his" wasn't all that applicable anymore, his thin, slender body twisting as she could feel something clamp her tip down into a clit, Lucas's pussy quivering as the tube finished its push, now in the shape of a large dildo as it pushed inside, not even giving her a chance to recover as it plunged into the newly fashioned sex, fucking it roughly while cumming out more transformative shots of neon fluid.

"OOOOOOHHHHH~!"

Her moans had a husky quality to them now, her eyes gleaming yellow as they slanted in ecstasy, her lips thick and purple as her facial contortions continued to reshape her features, the pleasurable, numbing tingles of the formula making it all feel like an intense deep tissue massage as her cheeks rounded down, her features softening to an alluring set that would be called elegant if they weren't currently drooling and shrieking away. She could feel the fluid splurting, a rush of ecstasy spreading far deeper than the massive plastic shaft could dive, power washing/fucking away her masculinity as the rough discharges spilled into her cheeks. Her ass had never been all that excitable before this, but now she was growing addicted to the internal spanking happening, the cheeks jiggling as they swelled with thick, sloshy fluid, firming to fat as every bounce made her thrust harder into the dildo, her thighs trying to clench, but they were spread open for the device to continue its fucking, unyielding as the splurts drained down into their tensing forms.

"HNNNGH!!!"

The barrage of orgasms kept her body clenched, her thighs thickening with every jostle, swelling as her hands and feet clenched, her body trying to cope with the tsunami of unrelenting fucking as her still male mind was drowning in the waves. There were a few crunches lost under her screams, her hands and feet pulling into themselves, stretching as they gained the subtle curves that marked them for femininity, some of the spare juices painting her rounded nails a glossy purple. Two more tubes lowered, slight suction audible as they pushed forwards, the intense dildo fucking plowing deeper as the fluid was now aimed upwards, scratching the roof of her pussy, siphoning upwards, caressing every muscle in her core as the tubes latched onto her plump nipples as she experienced a true full body fucking by the machine.

"YES YES YESSS~!"

Lucas screamed it as her hair spread down in sweaty black locks, feeling the suction tease every square inch of her nipples as liquid diverted at the muscle line of her core, thrumming under her perked nips as fat forced them to stretch. Her already tight skin pulled even firmer, not a hint of slack anywhere as two slivers of plastic poked and pressed her nipples, her cum too much to fully absorb as it spilled along the metal floor. Conveniently, she was screaming yes right as the Talon operator was checking her mental conditioning, questions of, "Are you Widowmaker? Do you serve Talon? Are we your masters?" accidentally answered as Lucas cummed her brains out.

Not literally, though it was close, her firmed up breasts surging to a fuller size, the strong expulsions of fluid draining as her brain was pickled in the serum. Of course, thinking she had fully given in with her desperate, continual screams of yes meant the dildo was withdrawing, Lucas's brain only soaking in the effects for a brief period as her moans split between English and French, combat and sniping tactics along with seduction techniques flitting about, but it was just an add on and not the full replacement it was meant to. There was also some submissive elements pounded into her grey matter, but it was so vague it just added to her already subby horniness she was feeling, her final moan one of disappointment as she gasped, her pussy leaking as she almost begged for them to put it back in. The dildo gave a final shake as if hearing her thoughts, but instead of ramming back in, it squirted out a gooey mix of pink black and purple, the goo firming into her suit as she was lowered to the floor, the bindings released.

"Mmph sh-shit uuuugh..."

She leaned against a table, thrusting against it, trying to pleasure herself but her fingers were far too small, her needy moans interrupted as orders were blared out from the monitor.

A month later and Amélie Lacroix had just taken her shot, happy with her work as she checked out of her hotel, the weapons manufacturer currently lacking a head five streets down from where she had taken her shot as she readied her report to Mercy. It had been a lot better ever since she had defected, the mental conditioning long removed though her skills remained, a great tool to make up for the harm she had done. Still, she was thankful she even had the chance to amend her actions whether she was brainwashed or not, leaving the hotel as she expected the rest of the night to be easy, surprised to find herself face to face with... herself.

"Mmm~ th-thank god you're ohh h-here I've been av-v-voiding Talon agents for days now. P-Please I need heeeehlp."

"...uh..."

It was her, albeit a bit bustier, her face flushed a dark purple, her thighs slick and her uniform her old one, but tattered, her breasts partially exposed. Her manner of speaking was also eerily similar to her own, just very very aroused as she squirmed about, every movement seductive and needy. Most people would be stunned for a while, but all Amélie could do was sneer in disgust.

"This is what they did with my diagnostic data?! Beurk! Those perverts!"

Lucas paused a second, not wanting to admit it was her own perversion fueling the brunt of it, sheepishly nodding along while rubbing at her exposed crotch. If she could she would have hidden how horny she was seeing the original, but given her state of undress it made her erect nipples and leaking clit very visible.

"Mmm~ yeah those dreadful perverts needed a replacement for you. S-Surprisingly they just took my word that the conditioning had w-worked since I could hit the targets. B-But if you could escape I f-fiiigured you could undo-"

She paused her clone, shaking her head, only the mental conditioning undoable, unsure how they even turned someone into her.

"Ah..."

Lucas looked down for a second, but quickly stared up, her flush even stronger as she asked, "W-Well could you get me in contact with Ohhhverwatch? I could use some help..."

She left the kind of help she was really hoping for out of her ask as the original sighed, a clear contempt for her horniness visible as she began calling, dragging her down a side alley to avoid any eyes. Lucas had always idolized Overwatch, but she had a different concern in mind as she imagined all the trained hunks there, that fucking from before shifting her preferences severely as she couldn't wait to get a taste of Genji's sword and some of the others involved. And since she still knew where the current Talon headquarters were she'd get her revenge soon. Well, revenge was honestly secondary. She just hoped they'd let her keep that lovely machine once the rubble had cleared…