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Quentin was a big Overwatch fan and it was his go-to game whenever he had free time to play games. He loved most of the characters, Cassidy, D.va, Ashe, and even Tracer, but there was one character he truly disliked.

That character was Mercy. Quentin absolutely hated her. He hated how she played, the people who actually played her, and even things like her design and voice, everything about her annoyed him and he wanted as little to do with her as possible.

He always talked trash to teammates and opponents alike for playing her, which only makes his fate all the more ironic. One day while playing Overwatch, Quentin was thinking about which character he was going to play when he passed over Mercy.

He stopped for a minute to look at her and once again say how awful she was to his teammates. That’s when a massive electromagnetic pulse device went off in Quentin’s hometown and was really close to his house.

Strangely it caused everything in his house to spew bolts of electricity, and the one from Quentin’s TerraGame system hit him right in the head, causing him to fall to the floor and pass out, when Quentin woke up, she was met with quite the surprise.

That was because she was standing in what looked exactly like overwatch’s loading hub, the one you see while waiting to get into a match. Looking around she found four very familiar people standing around her.

Reaper and Venture were to her right and Reinhardt and Juno were to her left. They all looked like they were pulled out of the game itself. It was so cool to see, Quentin wanted to run over to them and talk to them but she found herself unable to move.

Only her head could move, and the rest of her body was frozen in place. Quentin was worried and confused about what was going on with her. She then looked down at herself to see if she could figure it out, and she was met with news that was worse than death to her.

That news wasn't the fact that she now had boobs and the body of a woman, but it was about the woman she now found herself as. She was wearing a mech suit that was all too familiar to her, and one she’d never be caught dead if she could help it.

Quentin was somehow inside overwatch as her least favorite character Mercy. Quentin looked up and prayed this was just a dream, a nightmare and she’d soon wake up back in her room and hopefully as a guy again.

She hoped it would happen soon, but it seemed whatever was going on, was about to continue. She was instantly teleported to one of the maps where the battles take place, and after a few seconds of waiting all the characters around her started moving and shooting.

She was included in that, though she wasn't intentionally running around and jumping over walls, it seemed her body wasn’t under her control, as if someone else was controlling her and deciding what she should do.

That became more apparent as she watched herself run around and play as the worst Mercy she’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. The person controlling her wasn’t even playing support, they were running around aimlessly looking for enemies.

That only left her and the entire team vulnerable, and Quentin was quickly eliminated, and soon after her team was as well. If Quentin had been playing on a team with this person, she’d have been on her mic telling her off and calling her a noob.

That was what happened when Quentin was teleported back to the starting zone and waited for the next round to start, but strangely the comment went about them being annoyed, but about how hot Quentin, or more like Mercy was.

They said things like wanting to get her out of that mech suit, and about how big her ass was, even how if she were real they’d totally ask her out. Then they started pretending to ask her out, thinking whoever was controlling her wasn't listening and not knowing Quentin was inside her.

Quentin was very embarrassed, but it likely didn’t show since she still really had no control over the body she was in. The only things she could do was watch, listen, and feel everything from how tight her suit was, how her body parts bounced around, and when bullets hit her.

She could also strangely feel the lack of something. That being her male member that used to dangle down between her legs. It was so strange not to have, and even stranger to feel what replaced it. It was also really annoying not to be able to at least look at it.

The next match started before they could make any more comments or hit on her further, and Quentin once again found the person controlling her either had never played a game like this before, or was a total idiot, or perhaps purposely sabotaging her team.

Quentin honestly thought all Mercy mains were bad players, but the one controlling her sure took the cake. Quentin hated that she was somehow trapped inside the worst character in the game, but more than that, the thing she hated the most was losing and bad players.

That match ended in a loss like the first one, and it was all thanks to Quentin’s player who failed their entire team because they wanted to charge the enemies instead of doing her job and supporting the team.

After that match the other seemed to have disconnected as Quentin found herself back in the main hub, but with no characters around her like before. Some time passed and Quentin was starting to panic because if this were a dream she would have surely woken up by now.

The alternative was pretty bad though, and it meant that she was actually trapped in overwatch, and she was actually inside the body of Mercy and she was completely unable to control herself or her actions.

Quentin thinks for a moment and remembers the EMP going off, she wasn’t sure how, but it had to have struck her and transported her brain into the game, and into Mercy who was on the screen at the time.

Of all the characters, why did it have to be Mercy and not someone cool like Reaper and Lifeweaver, hell even any other woman from the game would have been better, but no, it had to be her least favorite character. She looked up, was this some divine punishment for hating her so much?

Quentin was stuck as this blonde bimbo. With her curvy body, big butt, large chest, mech armor, and mech wings, and worst of all, that voice she finds so annoying was now coming out of her mouth, and she wasn’t even speaking the words she wanted.

It was all just the things Mercy said in the game. Before Quentin could continue to feel bad for herself and question fate, a new team started to appear. A new tank character, two damaged characters, and another support appeared around her.

Like before she was teleported to a battle map, and waited for the first round to start. Also like before, the players controlling the other characters noticed there was a Mercy on their team and ran over to her.

One crouched down and walked his character right into Quentin’s ass, while another stared down at her breasts. Quentin was once again horribly embarrassed, as she could feel the guy behind her touching her all while she was forced to watch the one in front of her stare at her chest.

They hit on her a bit, then started talking to each other about very sexual things they’d like to do to her. Then the topic of skins came about, and they started talking about which one was the best for Mercy.

That got Quentin even more embarrassed, what if her player decided to put her in one? There were so many, and if she could feel the mech suit, surely she’d be able to feel all the other ones, and to be honest she didn’t mind the mech suit, but there were a few suits she’d rather never have to wear.

After another horrible match where her player proceeded to revive non one and only heal someone once, Quentin found herself once again sitting in the main hub, but this time there were no characters waiting to load in next to her.

Quentin thought it was weird, that was until her outfit changed and she realized her player was in the shop browsing costumes for her. Quentin watched as she changed colors a few times, then as her clothes changed entirely to the Devil Mercy costume.

Then it quickly changed to the Witch Mercy costume, and then it finally stopped on the costume she feared wearing the most, the Lifeguard Mercy costume. A lot of her body was suddenly exposed, from his upper thighs down to her feet, and her entire waist.

She was also wearing a super tight red top. She could feel every inch of her chest being squeezed. Then there was the bottom, which tightly hugged her butt and made her lack of manhood much more noticeable.

Being trapped as Mercy was bad enough, she didn’t need to be running around half naked drawing even more attention from male players. Quentin suddenly returned to the main hub but was still wearing the lifeguard outfit, which meant the player bought it and was going to use it.

So she’d really be running around getting shot like this, all while the horny players hit on her and perv on her. All the while she was controlled by the worst Mercy, perhaps the worst overwatch player in the world. All of this was an insult to her and her previously impressive stats in the game.

Quentin was so annoyed, if hell did exist this would be how they tortured her, by making her Mercy and putting her in one of her sexiest skins. Quentin had no idea what he did to deserve this fate, but now she’s at the mercy of Mercy, and she has no idea what to do about it.