As a fan of Overwatch, Ash was always one to go for the more healer based classes. Tank, DPS and support were always fun to play with, but nothing really had the personal rewards attached to it than being able to keep your teammates alive up until your victory. Healers were always the core of a successful team.
He was slumped in his chair, with snacks and drinks to his side ready for this marathon of games, jumping from one to the next, needing to build up all the loot boxes up that he could before the seasons changed again.
During a regular game, he was going through his normal duties of following either the tank or main DPS of the team, making sure they could stick around the point to win. However, something seemed to go wrong, as every character froze in place, but he still had control over Mercy, being able to wader around the map undisturbed. He was thinking it was just a bit of lag, expecting to be knocked out when it came to catch back up. That did not happen though.
Mercy appeared to take control, seeming just like another glitch, but pointed right towards the screen. Ash looked confused wondering what was going on, so he stood up to check on the console, but a flash of healing energy shot though the screen right into his chest, pushing him back into his chair.
“I’m just going to fix you up,” the familiar voice of Mercy said, going away from her standard voice lines. With wide eyes, the warm energy flowed into his chest, filling his whole body with a sense of warmness and perkiness.
His clothes began to shimmer and shift, forming into familiar looking armour pieces that his body didn’t exactly fit just yet. His back cracked, as she arched into the changing outfit feeling himself shrink a couple inches. His hips popped out, clinking against the side of the panels, filling them out as his rear began to balloon out into two firm cushions softly pressing against it.
His legs and arms slendered out as they became toned and feminine, as his belly began to shrink down, losing the flab to fit snuggly in the costume. His shoulders became less broad as his chest began to push out with each pant, filling out the two cups in the chest armour nicely. His crotch disappeared, shifting with a slight slip.
He sat there panicky, unable to move as the beam continued to shoot into him. His neck thinned out as the beam began to aim higher, towards his face. It rounded out as his face grew softer and feminine with wide perky eyes wanting to bring calmness to everyone.
His hair grew out slightly, turning blonde down the side of his head as the beam shot directly into his forehead. His eyes twitched as if something was being downloading. All the thought and memories of Mercy began to take over, as a smile quickly began to spread across the soft cheeks. She stood out of the chair and stood tall. Two wings attached to her back as a halo phased into existence above.
The smile was strong, as she reached to her side to pick up her staff.
The mercy was still on screen looking in a similar state of glee.
“Good, now go heal the world,” she said, as the new Mercy got ready to do exactly that.