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| Authors Note: Hi! A double post is quite rare for me, but when I found this cosplay by Ms Dio Sixx, I couldn't resist writing a story for it. Here is her Instagram (www.instagram.com/dio.sixx/?hl… ) for those who want to support her in her cosplaying, and if you want to support my writing- well the watch button is right there in the top right corner (or somewhere close). Regardless, D.VA is going to be next in line as soon as I finish up the Genshin Impact x Kaa trilogy finale (poll to choose the lucky girl is open until tomorrow by the way!), and I hope you enjoy! |

In the surgical white hallways of an Overwatch base, a blonde woman in a long lab coat walks towards an unknown destination. Her heels clack on the metallic walls, ponytail bobbing behind a floating crown. Her general tension and the clipboard in her hands portrayed an air of professionalism, the woman charting a course in her head for her destination. An urgent message had come to her in the dead of the night, an amber alert that was more than enough to shake her out of her few minutes of sleep per day. If the text were to be believed, a new revolutionary piece of equipment for their agents had recently been pioneered: and she was chosen to oversee its use on the practice range.

Dr Angela Ziegler loathed what science had become thanks to war against the Omnics, in fact she just loathed violence in general. But when push came to shove, she knew what had to be done for the greater good.

The practice range had been cleared out, most of the target dummies shoved to one of the many closets and rooms just out of sight. As Dr Ziegler, or Mercy as most of her fellow operatives called her, rubbed her bleary eyes with her free hand- sighing to push out the remnants of her fatigue. But as soon as her vision returns to focus, she sees another shape vaguely lying atop a trio of metal boxes: a brown haired-girl wearing light blue T shirt and black stockings. A pair of white and pink headphones is wrapped around her neck, which she takes off as soon as she noticed the blonde doctor approaching her.

“M-Ms Song?”

“Huh, Doctor Ziegler?” The MEKA pilot questions innocently, not an ounce of tiredness in her voice. Her eyebags and pinkish sclera tell the doctor that Hana Song has been on one of her late-night gaming binges. Her brown hair is messy, with triangular Hiding her D.VA branded phone in one of her many pockets, the girl slips off the box- exaggeratedly stretching and cracking her back.

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I was called here- by the-gorilla.”

“You mean Winston?”

“Yup, got a text from his number.” As if to show proof, the girl shows Dr Ziegler her phone’s recent notification: one of which does indeed show that the amber alert alongside the gorilla’s name.

“So, what weapon are we testing?” Hana yawns lazily, “I warn you though- I’ve been grinding Minecraft for three hours building my Hardcore world’s second mansion, so my aim might be a bit off if we’re shooting.”

Dr Ziegler’s attention snaps towards a pair of what look like VR headsets, both of which are labelled with sticky notes. One with her name, and another with Hana’s. She picks one up, finding nothing out of the ordinary on the semi-transparent glass casing or plastic casing.

“It appears it is these two devices that we-“

“OH MY GOSH VR headsets!” Hana interrupts, snatching her own in a burst of energy, “I haven’t had one of these in months! God, I can’t wait to play with this bad boy- my aim is going to be legendary thanks to these babies!”

But as the brunette makes to put on her pair, they are snatched off by the taller woman.

“What? Why?!”

“These are military grade weapons Hana, not some video game accessory for you to take home.” Dr Ziegler explains, like a mother explaining to her child why she should not eat a pack of Doritos before bed.

“You have to be careful with these, especially since we’re the ones testing them first.”

The diva rolls her eyes, but does nothing more to protest. She was more than wise enough to know to avoid irking Mercy’s wrath, despite having just arrived a few days prior, stewing in silence as the doctor does one more routine inspection of the headset.

“Don’t touch.” She warns sternly, unlatching the harness at the back of her own pair and bringing the glass visor up to her face.

Everything it tinted much darker thanks to the black glass, and Dr Ziegler can only faintly make out the outline of Hana- arms crossed and tapping her slippers on the floor.

“Now where is ze on button for these?”

“Ah.”

A click causes the Overwatch logo to flash on the screen, and the symbol gradually fades to black. All Dr Ziegler sees now is a background gift of a spiral, black and white like those old hypnosis shams she used to criticize on television. It’s not distracting or helpful, it is simply- there.

“Well? See anything?” Hana barbs impatiently, eager to try the headsets on for herself.

The doctor ignores the clearly upset gamer, resisting the urge to call her out for her bratty behavior. But then, the spirals slowly solidify: eventually completely obscuring her view of the outside.

"What is this?”

Dr Ziegler mutters, blinking rapidly in confusion. Her curiosity gets the best of her, and the doctor looks deeper into the slowly rotating spirals. She swears she feels an odd electrical current on the sides of her head, but those sensations are quickly pushed aside as the doctor begins to hear whispers. Feminine voices being funneled directly into her ears, ones that had a distinct yet mysterious accent. Clearly, her scientific mind puts together, this is some form of experimental hypnotherapy. Weighing her options, the blonde decides to play along- seeing as if Winston approved it, then she could probably trust his judgment on the matter.

But only for a minute, Angela promises herself, then she would take the visor off and be done. She begins counting the seconds in German, an easy exercise to stimulate her brain and one she often used to stay awake during long nights like this.

Angela barely reaches 30 before her mind wanders.

The whispers become clearer, and this time Angela can make out the words. “Submit”. “Docile”. “Dumb”. She finds it somewhat demeaning that the hypnotherapist chose to include “bimbo” in her audio file, but that brief outrage is easily smothered by a sudden wave of pleasure.

A memory comes to her, of her first patient at the hospital. The woman had just powered through a minor surgery, and the doctor was supervising her in-between visits from her worried family. It was then that she learned that nitrous oxide was a powerful tool, easily capable of reducing someone to a blabbering mess in the right concentrations. Of course, no technology could do that but Angela couldn’t help but liken that to her own experiences at the moment. How absurd was the idea that a doctor like her, and an operative for Overwatch, could fall for such a simple trap?

Little did she know, those would be her last real thoughts.

“Are you ok Dr Ziegler? You look a bit- off. And not in a good way.”

The doctor tries to speak, but her lips seal back up when the voice in her head shushes her: which the woman obeys without thinking.

“Whatever, I’m going back.”

After waving her hands in front of the doctor to make sure no verbal punishment was coming, Hana Song leaves the training room- eager to try out her new toy.

Not that Angela knew. Or cared for that matter.

Her mind was completely gone.

Yes. Angela did sound off, she agreed. Normally, she would have begun to panic by now- but the black and white ocean before her was oddly relaxing. Angela had been working longer hours lately, with all their recent operations, and it had been wearing on the woman even though she hated to admit it. Relaxing was a fantasy to her, but the visor promised her otherwise. Her thoughts trailed off in her own mind as she continued to stare – blanker and emptier by the second. Within the visor, her gray blue eyes were still glued to the flashing lights: mind having left her brain a long time ago. All the blonde was now was a shell, had Hana been here she would have been able to pose Angela as she pleased. Her hand was rising up to try and turn off the visor in one last bid of resistance- but it froze in midair.

Then dropped down, limply slapping the side of her sizeable rear end.. In about 1 minute and 30 seconds, the brilliant doctor was turned into a pile of drooling mush

“Good job.” The feminine voice is sultry and mature, and it’s everything Angela could have ever wanted in a lover. At least, that’s what her addled mind thinks.

“You like this don’t you?” it asks her directly, and the woman struggles to find a response.

“..I-I duh….” Angela slurs out from within the dense mental fog clouding her every word, “I….Luv this…..”

“Kneel.”

Angela’s long muscular legs buck as she lets out a gasp of a moan. The sudden reaction rings alarm bells in her head, but the whispers are too loud and too alluring. She falls to the ground, helpless.

"Now sit, and roll over! Be a good puppy for mommy!"

The voice commands, and she obeys. The once proud doctor lets out another muffled "yes" and procedes to land flat on her ass, the impact cushioned by her coat and pants. She lays flat on her belly, limbs sticking up as if she were a puppy. She even sticks out her tongue, further lost in her new fantasy of being the pet of another. Any thoughts in her head became barks, any words that escaped her mouth became pants for attention. Mercy was at the mercy of another, her mind unable to process anything outside of obedience.

"Good girl!"

"Now stand up, and let me feel you."

Her breathing grows heavier as the woman staggers in place, The good doctor stands up straighter, hanging on to every word with a clear devotion. Now it’s as if invisible hands are running down her neck, and little does Angela know that this is due to the application of light controlled shocks to her brain. Shocks that also have the side effect of utterly deep-frying it, and Angela leans forward- chest jiggling as she slobbers all over the training room floor.

“Now senorita,” the voice appears to come from everywhere now, “do Mistress a favor and walk back to your room.”

“Arms out please, I’m a sucker for dumb blondes.”

"yes...."

"A little more energy please?" A sudden zap causes Mercy to giggle and moan at the same time, biting her lip as she sways to and fro. Finding her footing, the woman sticks out her arms mindlessly- smiling widely at the stimulation. "I want you to be a bimbo, got that?"

"Ok missy!"

Angela, pulled by invisible strings, obeys every command- walking to the door after bumping into it more times than her mistress would like to admit. Next time, she would spend longer on the induction and less on the shocks.

The next morning, Angela Ziegler was found in her office: drooling vacantly over her private laptop. In-between her exposed breasts was a note with a crudely drawn skull, one similar to the trademark of infamous hacker Sombra. On her device was several megabytes of restricted classified data, although the amount of that was outweighed by the numerous nude and compromising photos taken of the doctor by herself. Her lab coat and sweater had been removed and thrown aside in-between photographs, with most being of the doctor nude and "pleasuring" herself. Unfortunately, Angela was unhelpful due to the fact that several hours after the incident- she could only communicate in barks. Even after, it took a full brainwash to clean out the installed "bimbo personality" in her mind and give her back her normal self.

Security footage had shown her walk back to her room from the training hands arms outstretched, bumping into several objects as she does so. Her expression was a typical "ahegao", eyes crossed and tongue held out. She had remained in this expression until awoken later by other operatives.

The "visor" purported to have "hypnotized" her was nowhere to be seen, along with another female operative by the name of Hana Song- last seen entering her room with a black object.

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| Authors Note: Hi! A double post is quite rare for me, but when I found this cosplay by Ms Dio Sixx, I couldn't resist writing a story for it. Here is her Instagram (www.instagram.com/dio.sixx/?hl… ) for those who want to support her in her cosplaying, and if you want to support my writing- well the watch button is right there in the top right corner (or somewhere close). Regardless, D.VA is going to be next in line as soon as I finish up the Genshin Impact x Kaa trilogy finale (poll to choose the lucky girl is open until tomorrow by the way!), and I hope you enjoy! |

In the surgical white hallways of an Overwatch base, a blonde woman in a long lab coat walks towards an unknown destination. Her heels clack on the metallic walls, ponytail bobbing behind a floating crown. Her general tension and the clipboard in her hands portrayed an air of professionalism, the woman charting a course in her head for her destination. An urgent message had come to her in the dead of the night, an amber alert that was more than enough to shake her out of her few minutes of sleep per day. If the text were to be believed, a new revolutionary piece of equipment for their agents had recently been pioneered: and she was chosen to oversee its use on the practice range.

Dr Angela Ziegler loathed what science had become thanks to war against the Omnics, in fact she just loathed violence in general. But when push came to shove, she knew what had to be done for the greater good.

The practice range had been cleared out, most of the target dummies shoved to one of the many closets and rooms just out of sight. As Dr Ziegler, or Mercy as most of her fellow operatives called her, rubbed her bleary eyes with her free hand- sighing to push out the remnants of her fatigue. But as soon as her vision returns to focus, she sees another shape vaguely lying atop a trio of metal boxes: a brown haired-girl wearing light blue T shirt and black stockings. A pair of white and pink headphones is wrapped around her neck, which she takes off as soon as she noticed the blonde doctor approaching her.

“M-Ms Song?”

“Huh, Doctor Ziegler?” The MEKA pilot questions innocently, not an ounce of tiredness in her voice. Her eyebags and pinkish sclera tell the doctor that Hana Song has been on one of her late-night gaming binges. Her brown hair is messy, with triangular Hiding her D.VA branded phone in one of her many pockets, the girl slips off the box- exaggeratedly stretching and cracking her back.

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I was called here- by the-gorilla.”

“You mean Winston?”

“Yup, got a text from his number.” As if to show proof, the girl shows Dr Ziegler her phone’s recent notification: one of which does indeed show that the amber alert alongside the gorilla’s name.

“So, what weapon are we testing?” Hana yawns lazily, “I warn you though- I’ve been grinding Minecraft for three hours building my Hardcore world’s second mansion, so my aim might be a bit off if we’re shooting.”

Dr Ziegler’s attention snaps towards a pair of what look like VR headsets, both of which are labelled with sticky notes. One with her name, and another with Hana’s. She picks one up, finding nothing out of the ordinary on the semi-transparent glass casing or plastic casing.

“It appears it is these two devices that we-“

“OH MY GOSH VR headsets!” Hana interrupts, snatching her own in a burst of energy, “I haven’t had one of these in months! God, I can’t wait to play with this bad boy- my aim is going to be legendary thanks to these babies!”

But as the brunette makes to put on her pair, they are snatched off by the taller woman.

“What? Why?!”

“These are military grade weapons Hana, not some video game accessory for you to take home.” Dr Ziegler explains, like a mother explaining to her child why she should not eat a pack of Doritos before bed.

“You have to be careful with these, especially since we’re the ones testing them first.”

The diva rolls her eyes, but does nothing more to protest. She was more than wise enough to know to avoid irking Mercy’s wrath, despite having just arrived a few days prior, stewing in silence as the doctor does one more routine inspection of the headset.

“Don’t touch.” She warns sternly, unlatching the harness at the back of her own pair and bringing the glass visor up to her face.

Everything it tinted much darker thanks to the black glass, and Dr Ziegler can only faintly make out the outline of Hana- arms crossed and tapping her slippers on the floor.

“Now where is ze on button for these?”

“Ah.”

A click causes the Overwatch logo to flash on the screen, and the symbol gradually fades to black. All Dr Ziegler sees now is a background gift of a spiral, black and white like those old hypnosis shams she used to criticize on television. It’s not distracting or helpful, it is simply- there.

“Well? See anything?” Hana barbs impatiently, eager to try the headsets on for herself.

The doctor ignores the clearly upset gamer, resisting the urge to call her out for her bratty behavior. But then, the spirals slowly solidify: eventually completely obscuring her view of the outside.

"What is this?”

Dr Ziegler mutters, blinking rapidly in confusion. Her curiosity gets the best of her, and the doctor looks deeper into the slowly rotating spirals. She swears she feels an odd electrical current on the sides of her head, but those sensations are quickly pushed aside as the doctor begins to hear whispers. Feminine voices being funneled directly into her ears, ones that had a distinct yet mysterious accent. Clearly, her scientific mind puts together, this is some form of experimental hypnotherapy. Weighing her options, the blonde decides to play along- seeing as if Winston approved it, then she could probably trust his judgment on the matter.

But only for a minute, Angela promises herself, then she would take the visor off and be done. She begins counting the seconds in German, an easy exercise to stimulate her brain and one she often used to stay awake during long nights like this.

Angela barely reaches 30 before her mind wanders.

The whispers become clearer, and this time Angela can make out the words. “Submit”. “Docile”. “Dumb”. She finds it somewhat demeaning that the hypnotherapist chose to include “bimbo” in her audio file, but that brief outrage is easily smothered by a sudden wave of pleasure.

A memory comes to her, of her first patient at the hospital. The woman had just powered through a minor surgery, and the doctor was supervising her in-between visits from her worried family. It was then that she learned that nitrous oxide was a powerful tool, easily capable of reducing someone to a blabbering mess in the right concentrations. Of course, no technology could do that but Angela couldn’t help but liken that to her own experiences at the moment. How absurd was the idea that a doctor like her, and an operative for Overwatch, could fall for such a simple trap?

Little did she know, those would be her last real thoughts.

“Are you ok Dr Ziegler? You look a bit- off. And not in a good way.”

The doctor tries to speak, but her lips seal back up when the voice in her head shushes her: which the woman obeys without thinking.

“Whatever, I’m going back.”

After waving her hands in front of the doctor to make sure no verbal punishment was coming, Hana Song leaves the training room- eager to try out her new toy.

Not that Angela knew. Or cared for that matter.

Her mind was completely gone.

Yes. Angela did sound off, she agreed. Normally, she would have begun to panic by now- but the black and white ocean before her was oddly relaxing. Angela had been working longer hours lately, with all their recent operations, and it had been wearing on the woman even though she hated to admit it. Relaxing was a fantasy to her, but the visor promised her otherwise. Her thoughts trailed off in her own mind as she continued to stare – blanker and emptier by the second. Within the visor, her gray blue eyes were still glued to the flashing lights: mind having left her brain a long time ago. All the blonde was now was a shell, had Hana been here she would have been able to pose Angela as she pleased. Her hand was rising up to try and turn off the visor in one last bid of resistance- but it froze in midair.

Then dropped down, limply slapping the side of her sizeable rear end.. In about 1 minute and 30 seconds, the brilliant doctor was turned into a pile of drooling mush

“Good job.” The feminine voice is sultry and mature, and it’s everything Angela could have ever wanted in a lover. At least, that’s what her addled mind thinks.

“You like this don’t you?” it asks her directly, and the woman struggles to find a response.

“..I-I duh….” Angela slurs out from within the dense mental fog clouding her every word, “I….Luv this…..”

“Kneel.”

Angela’s long muscular legs buck as she lets out a gasp of a moan. The sudden reaction rings alarm bells in her head, but the whispers are too loud and too alluring. She falls to the ground, helpless.

"Now sit, and roll over! Be a good puppy for mommy!"

The voice commands, and she obeys. The once proud doctor lets out another muffled "yes" and procedes to land flat on her ass, the impact cushioned by her coat and pants. She lays flat on her belly, limbs sticking up as if she were a puppy. She even sticks out her tongue, further lost in her new fantasy of being the pet of another. Any thoughts in her head became barks, any words that escaped her mouth became pants for attention. Mercy was at the mercy of another, her mind unable to process anything outside of obedience.

"Good girl!"

"Now stand up, and let me feel you."

Her breathing grows heavier as the woman staggers in place, The good doctor stands up straighter, hanging on to every word with a clear devotion. Now it’s as if invisible hands are running down her neck, and little does Angela know that this is due to the application of light controlled shocks to her brain. Shocks that also have the side effect of utterly deep-frying it, and Angela leans forward- chest jiggling as she slobbers all over the training room floor.

“Now senorita,” the voice appears to come from everywhere now, “do Mistress a favor and walk back to your room.”

“Arms out please, I’m a sucker for dumb blondes.”

"yes...."

"A little more energy please?" A sudden zap causes Mercy to giggle and moan at the same time, biting her lip as she sways to and fro. Finding her footing, the woman sticks out her arms mindlessly- smiling widely at the stimulation. "I want you to be a bimbo, got that?"

"Ok missy!"

Angela, pulled by invisible strings, obeys every command- walking to the door after bumping into it more times than her mistress would like to admit. Next time, she would spend longer on the induction and less on the shocks.

The next morning, Angela Ziegler was found in her office: drooling vacantly over her private laptop. In-between her exposed breasts was a note with a crudely drawn skull, one similar to the trademark of infamous hacker Sombra. On her device was several megabytes of restricted classified data, although the amount of that was outweighed by the numerous nude and compromising photos taken of the doctor by herself. Her lab coat and sweater had been removed and thrown aside in-between photographs, with most being of the doctor nude and "pleasuring" herself. Unfortunately, Angela was unhelpful due to the fact that several hours after the incident- she could only communicate in barks. Even after, it took a full brainwash to clean out the installed "bimbo personality" in her mind and give her back her normal self.

Security footage had shown her walk back to her room from the training hands arms outstretched, bumping into several objects as she does so. Her expression was a typical "ahegao", eyes crossed and tongue held out. She had remained in this expression until awoken later by other operatives.

The "visor" purported to have "hypnotized" her was nowhere to be seen, along with another female operative by the name of Hana Song- last seen entering her room with a black object.