Widowmaker’s Slobby Animal Shot (WIP PREVIEW)

WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN: Various Female Overwatch Characters  Anthro Animal TF, Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting

In order to  fulfill Moira’s curiosity, Widowmaker is tasked with  shooting several  members of Overwatch with mutagenic darts. From atop  her perch, she gets  to watch the chaos unfold as each woman injected  turns into an obese,  animal woman that can only focus on their base  instincts to eat and  release the pungent gas from their bodies.

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   Widowmaker had seen her fair share of combat. The blue-skinned sniper purposefully volunteered for multiple, dangerous missions for the sake of accomplishing Talon’s goals. A single glimpse of her body clad in its purple suit was usually all her targets saw before they met their end. In spite of all of this, even she was a bit nervous to answer Moira’s call to meet her in the lab.

   Passing through the metal doors, Widowmaker found Moira seated at her desk. The red haired woman greeted the sniper with an eerie smile hidden behind her steepled fingers. The various tubes sticking out of her black coat and the metallic eye over her face were fitting with her role as a geneticist. Even if the woman was supposed to be working alongside her, that didn’t mean Widowmaker was any less suspicious of the various “experiments” Moira was so fond of.

   “Thank you for coming in today,” Moira said, gesturing towards a chair in front of the desk.

   “Get straight to the point,” Widowmaker replied, continuing to stand.

   “Straight to the point,” Moira repeated back as she got up from her seat. “Well, that’s what I get for trying to be casual. At least we can move things along quickly then.”

   “Why did you call me here?”

   With a grin, Moira reached beneath her desk to produce a dart gun. Loaded into the weapon was a strange, pulsating vial with a brownish tint to it. Picking up the gun, Moira caressed it like it was her own child.

   “This,” Moira began, holding up the weapon, “is the culmination of many sleepless nights of research. It is a genetic splicer serum. I’ve created it using a mix of human DNA, the genetics of various animals, and a couple of… additive I threw in just for the fun of it.”

   “The fun of it?” Widowmaker asked, warily eyeing the strange liquid. “What exactly are you planning to do with-“

   Widowmaker was interrupted by the sound of the door behind her opening up. Managing to see Moira swiftly store the splicer behind her back, she turned around to see Sombra stroll into the room. Clad in her purple jacket, the hacker slid her nails through her wavy hair before waving to her comrades.

   “Hola,” Sombra said as she strolled up to the desk. “Didn’t see you as much of a tech expert, Widowmaker.”

   “She is here for another purpose,” Moira explained. “I’ll continue the discussion with her after you’ve finished fixing my computer.”

   Sombra let out an annoyed sigh as she rounded Moira’s desk. “I’m a hacking genius and you’re using me for IT work?”

   “I know it’s a bit below your pay grade, but it’s a very important task,” Moira replied, stealthily gesturing for Widowmaker to remain silent.

   “Important my ass,” Sombra said, rapidly tapping her fingers against the keyboard. “Everything here seems to be fine. What kind of problem were you having anyway?”

   “The lack of a way to demonstrate my latest invention. Until now.”

   Realizing what was going on, Sombra was a little too slow to avoid Moira shooting the serum into her back. Stumbling away from the desk, the hacker reached out towards where she had been hit. Coming away with leftover drops of the brown liquid dripping from her fingertips, she gritted her teeth as she glared at the smiling scientist.

   “I knew it,” Sombra said, pulling out her machine gun and aiming it at Moira. “It was only a matter of time until you went completely loco on us. I’ll be doing Talon a favor by filling you full of-HEE HAAAWWWWW!”

   The brey accompanied a shudder going through Sombra’s body. Her attempt to figure out what was going on was interrupted by the maniacal laughter coming from Moira. Taking aim with her gun, her barrage of bullets went far off of their mark as her hands began to morph. Dropping her weapon to the ground, she let out another, distressed HEE HAW as she saw her fingers merge together to form hoof-like digits.

   “What did you do to her?” Widowmaker asked, watching as Sombra developed a set of buck teeth and her ears became long and floppy.

   “I gave her a dose of a gene splicer I made specifically for her,” Moira explained, intently observing the tuft of black fur at the tip of Sombra’s new tail. “Although, I’m disappointed that the other effects haven’t… ah, there it is.”

   Glancing over to where Moira’s finger was pointing allowed Widowmaker to see Sombra’s jacket burst open to make way for her grey, furred gut to bulge out and sink between her legs. Though the hacker tried to remain standing upon her hooved feet, it was all for nought as she was brought slamming to the ground thanks to the burden of her ass cheeks tripling in size. Hitting the floor, another brey escaped her lips; the sound much more fitting for the elongated, grey furred, donkey face she had gained.

   “Hmm,” Moira hummed, walking around the dumbfounded donkey girl as the rest of her clothes fell off of her obese body. “I didn’t intend for the form to be so bottom heavy, but I’ll call that a happy accident.”

   “I call it a HEE HAWWW death sentence for you,” Sombra replied back. “Mark my words, you’ll pay for this you-“

   Moira shoving her hand into Sombra’s gut interrupted the hacker by forcing a loud belch from her lips. Harder presses into the belly stirred up the donkey woman’s digestion even further to produce a rippling PHHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT that flicked around her tail. As the gas seeped into Sombra’s nostrils, the anger in her eyes faded away to be replaced with a different kind of sensation.

   Tongue hanging out of her open mouth, Sombra parted her legs to slip her hoof fingers between her thick thighs. With no regard to who was watching, she proceeded to vigorously rub against her plump vagina. Losing herself to her own lust, she freely let loose a cacophony of breys, burps, and farts as she continued to masturbate.

   “I see the aphrodisiacs are working as intended,” Moira commented as she rejoined Widowmaker. “They make me all the more hopeful for the field tests.” Reaching into her pocket, she produced a small case. Opening up the container revealed a wide assortment of differently colored vials similar to the one that had been injected into Sombra. “Overwatch is holding a training session next week. I’ll send you the coordinates of the location. I assume you know what to do.”

   Glancing between Moira and the sight of donkey Sombra reaching her gaseous climax, Widowmaker accepted the box. “Of course,” she said, making her way out of the room just before a series of breys gave way to her teammate’s second round of self-pleasure.