Overwatch. A game the entire video game community knows at least of. Briefly taking over the world for two whole years. It was clear how much passion and care went into it. Each character design was stellar, with the foundation of a fantastic world, and a hopeful story with promises of more lore down the line. Not to mention a thriving porn scene. It was absolutely too big to fail.

Well, it did. Its death march was slow and gradual. Languishing in limbo, as the developers promised a sequel that would deliver on something everyone was craving. Story, lore, and world building. It was exciting, but for three years, the original game sat, as it bled players.

Eventually, the sequel came out and to no one's surprise... It was the same game, just with worse monetization. Not only that, but the whole reason the game was made was now scrapped. Learning of this, many considered the game truly beyond saving.

I, however, had some sliver of hope. Overwatch came out when I was in high school and I took to it immediately. Absolutely in love with everything about it. Because of this hardcore admiration, I stuck with the game through its highs and many, many lows.

Hearing this news, at the curent age of twenty four, was heartbreaking, to say the least. Sure, it was free to play, but it was hemorrhaging players constantly. It was hard to watch. Especially with how in love I was with the characters! All of them so memorable, with all the women being extremely sexy as well probably helped. I was determined to stick with it till the end.

Tonight should've been no different. I hopped onto my computer, booted up the game, and got ready to play. Except... I got a cutscene. One I had never seen before. It was talking about how the world was falling into chaos, evil was rising, and justice needed to rise up to stop it. Since more people were losing hope and leaving, things were more dire than ever.

That's where I was supposed to come in. To pick a hero and join the fight, yet was odd was... I could only pick one of the ladies. No complaints here, but I was excited. Finally, new stuff to play!

I picked my hero, then felt a sharp pain, and collapsed. Only to wake up somewhere else. Coming to, I was surrounded by some people and robots, asking me if I was okay. Yet, they all acted like they knew of me. They kept calling me the name of the hero I picked, yet looking myself over... I was still me, unaware that I wouldn't be me for much longer, as trickles of memories of their lives steadily invaded my mind, while my body started to reshape itself towards their body.

This has to be a dream, right? I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal, but wait. This is normal... isn't it?

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Hello, everybody. Obviously, been playing a lot of Overwatch and came up with this dumb little thing. Like the prompt says... The game is dying, so it sucks in my adult character to help pad out numbers. Slowly changing them to become the hero she chose and forget her old life.

This is pretty open ended, taking place in the world with canon characters. I imagined my partner being a GM, however, they could play either a female hero or maybe another player that's going through the same thing.

As for who I'd like to become, Mei or Junker Queen. Yet, everyone else is on the table. I was also thinking that my character could actually become a futa version or meet up with a futa version of one of the heroines.

Hell, the transformation bit could be nixed entirely to just make it an OC x Canon character deal. Like I said, I wanted to keep it fairly open ended. Hope I delivered on that. Bottom line, though. Lesbian Overwatch stuff.

I just require at least a paragraph per response and basic knowledge of the world of Overwatch.

Kinks can be discussed, limits are set in stone. No underage, true feral, gore, vore, blood, abuse, vomit, spitplay, food play, feet, choking, none of that stuff.

So, anyways, hope to hear from yall