Author’s note: I’ve written plenty of smut heavily inspired or influenced by mainstream characters, but I’ve never written proper fan faction (be it smutty or otherwise). Although this story is starting as an Overwatch fanfiction I expect as it goes on that it will get progressively further from its starting point. But to begin with you should view this as set in a pornified, alternate version of the Overwatch world where the established lore/history is only inspiration, with nothing being “canon” for this story until it appears on page. Also expect the physical builds and personalities of established characters to be exaggerated/pornified and most likely altered to fit the story that takes shape.
After the Degeneracy Crisis, when the world had nearly turned against Overwatch for a second time, the remaining members of Overwatch had clung to the homey peace that Watchpoint Gibraltar had as both a base of operations and a home. Yes, it was a space that was haunted by the dark and perverse things that had happened during the Degeneracy Crisis, with constant reminders of their failures and the consequences of poor decisions they’d collectively made, but it was still THEIR space. It was a SAFE space. A PRIVATE space.
For a short time that had all ended. After the Degeneracy Crisis the remaining members of Overwatch knew they would HAVE to accept some kind of international government oversight if they were to continue. But none of them had expected that oversight to be so hands on.
The handful of weeks that Watchpoint Gibraltar had swarmed with representatives, soldiers, and politicians had been chaotic and stressful. There had been moments when the remaining members of Overwatch had little hope a deal would be reached, but even the most antagonistic representatives accepted they needed Overwatch more than ever.
Deals were made. Overwatch could continue. It was even acknowledged in writing that its reduced roster would need to grow, so the new charter that allowed Overwatch to act legally had clauses about bringing on new members. But it would all come with oversight; direct, in-person oversight. Watchpoint Gibraltar would no longer be a place where only members of Overwatch worked and lived. A new “support staff” would be present, helping facilitate (and overseeing) the actions of Overwatch.
Most, like the ones that would now take care of maintaining and flying the shuttle the team used, would blend seamlessly into the background. The men and women who were members of this sizable support crew had their own corner of Watchpoint Gibraltar with their own barracks, food facilities, and living space. This support staff, and the government official in charge of them, would need access to nearly all of Watchpoint.
The remaining members of Overwatch had made it clear they’d need at least part of the base to remain theirs and theirs alone. It had taken some negotiation, but an agreement had been ironed out. Overwatch would keep a corner of the base all to their own, with the members of the support staff (even the man in charge of them) not allowed to enter without permission. True, surveillance equipment had been installed, but it was supposed to be only usable in extreme emergencies.
With the new support staff installed things were finally growing less tense. The surviving members of Overwatch were getting used to their presence and accustomed to getting their help when they were called on missions. Most members of the team had even come to appreciate the help the staff provided.
The only point of friction that remained was the man in charge of them. The man who HAD been leading the setting up of this new oversight and “assistance” had been officious and picky, but a fierce supporter of Overwatch. In all the chaos the members of Overwatch had somehow missed he was only ever meant to be temporary. Once the operation was set up and things were working well he’d been recalled and replaced by someone new. Someone unknown.
This man, an American General named Brad Hermonn, had arrived and quickly taken to his office without even a casual meeting with the members of Overwatch. Then came the summons. Each member of the team was scheduled to come meet with him in private for an “in depth evaluation”.
These forthcoming evaluations had each member of Overwatch nervous. They’d all signed off on the agreement that gave this oversight body the power to reject new Overwatch members. After what had happened during the Degeneracy Crisis they’d even seen that as a good thing. What they’d thought little of, assuming it was something that would never be used, was the power to dismiss active members of Overwatch. Now, with the evaluations looming, they feared it was a power that might be used.
Mei was the first member of the remaining team to be called in for this mysterious evaluation. She was also the most anxious. Every other remaining member of the team had an established track record. Hana Song, their sole tank, had proved herself to be a competent hero long before she’d even joined Overwatch. Their two remaining support members, Angela Ziegler and Brigette Lindholm, had either been with the organization since its original version or had ties to those first members. And the other of the remaining DPS, Lena Oxton? She’d been the face of Overwatch for a significant amount of its history.
Mei hadn’t been the face of anything. She’d been a cheerful, creative, and optimistic but painfully shy climate scientist. Then came the disaster at Ecopoint Antarctica, leading to her becoming a woman displaced in time. That had led to her becoming a member of Overwatch and the team’s most unlikely hero.
She’d only just begun to get used to her new life when what would become known as the Degeneracy Crisis had begun. None of them had understood the dark and perverse things that were overtaking their lives. This dark event had left every member of Overwatch, along with all the “heroes” and “villains” closely associated with them, changed both mentally and physically.
Although she knew the other remaining members of Overwatch were still struggling with everything that had happened to them Mei felt she’d been most affected. For a time she’d shed most of her shyness, embracing being a hero and using her scientific skills to make the world a better place. The Degeneracy Crisis, and the role she’d played in it along with how deeply it had physically changed her, had left her shaken. Although still effective when on missions she’d regressed out of the field, becoming more painfully shy and FAR more closed off than she’d ever been.
As Mei stood outside General Hermonn’s office she fidgeted anxiously, feeling nervous about everything. She was convinced that her being called in first was a sign the American had already decided she needed to be kicked off the team. The idea HORRIFIED her. Overwatch had become her home and her family. And now that the family had become a fractured, broken version of itself she needed it even more. And without them? How could she manage without their help to deal with the way the Degeneracy Crisis had changed her both as a person AND her body?
The idea of being forced to leave Overwatch made her hug herself and shiver in fear. She was left wishing she’d brought Snowball with her for emotional support, then quickly changed her mind. Even Snowball had been changed by the Degeneracy Crisis. If there was even a chance her dismissal wasn’t predetermined not having to explain the small floating robot’s irreversible alterations during the Degeneracy Crisis could only help.
Her thoughts of how her once sweet and innocent little robot partner had been deeply changed were interrupted by an alarming buzzing sound. The red light above General Hermonn’s door turned green as the formally locked door hissed open.
“Okay, deep breaths,” Mei muttered anxiously to herself. She took a long, deep breath in then did her best to perk up and look confident. “We can do this,” she declared more loudly before forcing an anxious smile and making her way uncertainly into the man’s office.
She’d barely had the chance to take in the large office and the unsettlingly stern looking American man sitting behind the intimidating desk when the door behind her hissed closed. There was another buzzing sound as the door locked, startling her and making her squeak in surprised alarm. The unheroic and painfully cute sound left her embarrassed and even more self-conscious.
“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, averting her eyes and hugging herself. In that moment, aware her shy embarrassment was on full display and painfully feeling this man’s appraising glare on her, she was glad she’d shown up in the outfit that had served as her “costume” since her first mission with Overwatch.
Before the Degeneracy Crisis, and the physical changes it had led Mei to undergo, it wasn’t something she would ever be willing to wear for long at the base. It was too heavy and hot for the temperature here, even inside where the climate was controlled. But now, AFTER the physical changes, the parka-like costume was something she felt she needed when others outside of the remaining members of Overwatch could see her. She’d even had the outfit altered to make it fluffier and form-hiding, allowing her to keep the changes to her figure hidden.
“There’s no need to be sorry,” General Hermonn told her with what Mei assumed the imposing American thought was a reassuring smile. Even if the man’s kind smile was sincere, which she had a hard time believing, she couldn’t imagine the gruff, older man ever seeming kind or reassuring to her.
He was a big man, but even in his uniform she could tell that what had once been hard muscle when he’d been younger was turning to softness as he advanced in age. The general had a face that made it hard to imagine him as anything but a military man, square and unpleasantly masculine to her eyes. The overly masculine look was completed with a long out of fashion, overly groomed mustache and big, bushy mutton chops.
A retired general who refused to be put out to pasture, Mei thought, remembering the words Angela Zeigler had used when she’d learned who their new government overseer would be. They all feared that he was one of the old guard who had felt betrayed by Overwatch when it had first been disbanded. They feared he wasn’t a supporter of Overwatch and had been brought in to keep a closer eye on them than they’d been promised.
“You needn’t be so anxious,” he went on, that same unconvincing smile plastered on his face. “I suspect you and your teammates might fear I’ve been sent here to keep a tighter leash on you all than was implied,” he added, echoing the thoughts Mei had been having. “That’s not what I’m here. See,” he said, steepling his fingers and leaning forward with sudden intense fire in his eyes, “you might say I’ve become Overwatch’s biggest fan, at least since the Degeneracy Crisis. I’ve been privy to intelligence reports detailing EVERYTHING that happened during, and since, that crisis. I’m here because I understand WHAT’S happened to you, your teammates, and all your former associates.”
The revelation left Mei even more distraught. She pulled back, almost bumping into the closed door behind her as she sunk down into her costume to try to disappear. She couldn’t bring herself to look up and meet the man’s eyes. What if she saw they were on her body, searching for signs of the changes to her figure?
“Here, this will help put you at ease,” the General told her. A steady, rhythmic clicking sound that echoed oddly through the room forced Mei to look up.
The General had activated a metronome sitting on his desk. She’d noticed it when first entering but not recognized it for what it was. She’d thought it was only a bit of high-tech decoration or maybe some kind of award he was showing off. Now that he’d set the device going she found the repetitive, rhythmic clicking both soothing AND hypnotic as she found herself staring at its swinging pendulum.
It took her a few moments to think she understood why the device was so incredibly soothing. The rhythmic clicking wasn’t coming from just the device on the desk. Speakers hidden in the large office walls were amplifying or echoing the calming rhythmic clicks. The lights were subtly changing as well, dimming or pulsing with the clicks. And was there something else? Some other faint sounds being played? Calming music maybe? Or whispers, so quiet her conscious mind couldn’t recognize the words being said?
“Just relax,” the General said, the smile on his face growing wide as he leaned back in his chair. He looked pleased, as though he’d just seen a risky feint on the battlefield work out better than hoped. “Relax and let the sounds and lights soothe you,” he went on, making his voice firm but calm.
“Let the trance you’re sinking into overtake you,” he told her. “You won’t be able to fight it; we’ve ensured that. See, AFTER the Degeneracy Crisis we knew we’d need to keep better control of you ‘heroes’. So in the aftermath, when you were all working with other scientists to stabilize the disastrous enhancements you’d all foolishly taken that caused so many problems, we ensured safety measures were put in place. Things done to your bodies and minds you weren’t aware of far beyond the stabilizing of your enhancements and all those ‘unfortunate’ side effects that left you all so changed.”
Mei whimpered, knowing something was wrong but struggling to understand. Something bad was happening, something being done to her mind… Something leaving her helpless. Forcing her to become so calm she felt displaced from her body. The calming waves were washing over her, pressing “her” down, and leaving only something less than her at the surface. A blank, empty-minded vessel that needed instructions and commands. The real her there, aware, but unable to do more than watch and experience the world through a strange fog that left her strangely displaced from both her body AND mind.
There was a long silence where Mei was left to sink deep into the trance she was being put into. The real her, deep down, disconnected, and temporarily only slightly aware of the world, was left unsure how much time had passed before the General spoke again. Was it only a minute she’d been left standing there, vacant eyed and staring into nothing? Or had she remained that way for hours? The drool leaking from the side of her mouth suggested the time couldn’t have been only a minute.
Eventually the General spoke, sounding excited but uncertain. “Are you feeling calm now? Are you feeling… obedient?”
May felt and heard herself answer. “Yes, General.” The words felt strange coming from her mouth, like it hadn’t been HER that had spoken them. And her voice had sounded so odd… Her Chinese accent suddenly thicker, as though she was speaking from a more primal place.
“You are eager to obey? To be a good girl and do what you are told?”
The question disturbed Mei. “Yes, General,” she heard herself say, her answer unsettling her even more. What was happening to her? What was being done to her!?
“You will remain in this obedient state until you leave this office,” the General told her in a firm, domineering tone. “Nothing I say or do will wake you from it. Understand?”
Mei felt herself nod slowly, the head motion causing a bit more drool to leak out the side of her mouth.
“And this is VERY important. When you DO leave this office and wake from this trance you will not consciously remember anything that has transpired. Instead, you will remember a boring evaluation where the two of us went over your history and developed the beginning of a respectful work relationship. You will have only positive thoughts about me and the men and women who now work to support Overwatch. Understand?”
“Yes, General,” Mei heard herself say.
As the words left her mouth she felt a deeply disturbing wave of warmth run through her mind. She felt the man’s commands soaking into her mind, becoming reality. The nightmare feeling left her heart pounding. This man would have total control over her! Be able to put whatever he wanted into her mind, and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop it!
“There’s a good girl. With that out of the way the REAL evaluation can begin. Mei, you are going to take your costume off. Slowly, as though teasing me. You’re going to gradually reveal your figure to me. I’ve seen both photos AND video recordings of what happened to your body after the changes the enhancements caused, but seeing it in person… I want to savor this moment. And I want to see the distaste on your face as you’re forced to share your new body with me.”
For a moment Mei thought she would be able to fight the compulsion to do as she’d been told. Her hands had risen to open her bulky, fluffy costume, then stopped. Her hands had shaken for a time as sweat began to form on her forehead. She’d looked up, a few moments of defiance in her eyes as she met the lecherous old General’s disturbingly hungry eyes.
Then the moment of defiance broke. She averted her eyes, no longer able to stomach the predatory look in his eyes, and started to take off her costume to reveal her body.
Mei had always been a curvy girl, even after her soft life as a climate scientist had ended and she’d lost some of that softness when she became an ice gun-wielding hero. Then came what would later be recognized as the Degeneracy Crisis. The enhancements members of Overwatch had created, taken, then had stolen and heavily modified and used by many of their foes. And THEN came the unintended and at times extreme side effects.
A little stronger, faster, and tougher like they’d hoped? Yup. Even smarter and quicker of wit? Just as they’d hoped, at least when everything in their mind was working right.
But it came at a cost. A super-charged libido, with maddening desires that could lead to making reckless decisions. The changes to her now super-charged libido were something Mei was still struggling to adjust to, but at least those changes hadn’t driven her insane like had happened to some of her former teammates and foes.
It was what had happened to her body that she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to fully adjust to. Yes, compared to some she’d come through mostly the same. But even though she could feel thankful it hadn’t been worse, what physical changes she HAD gone through felt almost unendurably extreme to her.
She’d always been a curvy girl and always had more than a pleasant handful on her chest. That had lessened a bit as she’d taken to being a hero and lost some of her former softness. But now? Now her body was thicker and softer than it had ever been, with the most feminine of her curves exaggerated to cartoonish proportions that left her deeply ashamed.
As Mei stripped out of her costume she was forced to reveal her body in a way she’d refused to do since it had changed so drastically. Even with the lack of control she had over her actions she kept her eyes averted, not able to stomach seeing how the General might be looking at her body. Judging her thick softness. Eyes zeroing in on her massively enlarged breasts. She didn’t want to see what would be in his eyes, whether it be disgust at their new unwieldy size, or lust for what she felt were hugely gross masses of heavy fat hanging from her chest.
“Seeing them in pictures just doesn’t do them justice,” the General said, his voice a soft almost-whisper of reverence. “Each tit has to be, what, almost double the size of your head now?”
Mei’s cheeks burned with barely endurable embarrassment at the comment. Making it worse was her inability to tell if the man had made the comment as a cruel-hearted exaggeration, if to his eyes it felt like a truthful observation, or if it WAS true.
“Don’t stop,” he told her when Mei, the embarrassment overpowering the command to expose herself, temporarily won out. “All of your clothes off. I haven’t quite decided what I’m going to do to fully ‘evaluate’ you, but I know I want free access to every delicious inch of your thick, soft body and those huge, fat, heavy tits.”
As Mei returned to stripping off her clothing the General went on. “No wonder you’ve altered your costume to hide your figure. I’m sure you have feelings about the new general thickness, but it’s got to be those over-sized breasts that have left you feeling the need to hide the changes.”
After a thoughtful pause he added, “I don’t blame you. Speaking as a military man whose job is now at least partially ensuring the public continues to support Overwatch it’s a change I would probably have insisted on. We can’t have one of the heroes protecting the world running around with tits that pornographically oversized. No one would take you seriously, and some would be left wondering how you could be effective in the field lugging around a pair of four-gallon jugs on your chest.”
Mei winced at the humiliating words as though she’d been slapped.
The General responded with a cruel, amused laugh. “Lord, I’m going to love tormenting you women. Oh, in public and when we’re having to play pretend about what’s REALLY going on here I’ll be perfectly respectful and never let on how I really feel about women. But in moments like this, when I’m in full control and can reveal my true self and indulge in all my whims? You’ll find out what I really think of women.
“I understand the need to keep heroes like you around. The world DOES need Overwatch more than ever, even if it IS just to protect it from the mistakes Overwatch made during the Degeneracy Crisis. But I hate that we need you, so let’s just say I plan on taking out my frustrations, and hatred of women, on you all in private moments like this.
“But it’s more of that. I’m a military man, a man many thought past his prime. When those enhancements started going around I was one of the military men who took a supposedly diluted version, hoping to prolong my usefulness as a military man. Men like me didn’t undergo the kind of effects you and your associates underwent, but we HAVE been changed. But you’ll find out in time…”
Mei let the last of her clothing drop to the floor. She kept her eyes lowered and her head turned to the side, unwilling to see the way the General was looking at her. Her heart was pounding. She was fully exposed, her body on full display. She was helpless, knowing she would have to follow any command given to her. And then there was the stomach churning knowledge that no matter what this vile man made her do he’d get away with all of it. The moment he sent her out of his office she’d forget everything that had happened and have her memories replaced.
“So, what to do first? How to begin our ‘evaluation’ now that you’re ready and served up like a delicious, mouthwatering carnal meal waiting to be devoured?”
What happens next now that Mei is exposed and helpless? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
For the near future what should the story’s focus/theme/scale be?
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