Just as they got to the truck, they were once again intercepted. From behind came Tracer, now slightly gimped on mobility from the swap. The the way the wand worked meant that she was able to adapt to her new handicap quickly. That was not all however, as backup came in the form of a pink mech, flying in from the sky. Missiles came bursting out of it, raining down towards Junkrat, Roadhog and the hovertruck. Both Junkrat and Roadhog ran, Hog using his breather to tank some of the splash of the missiles. Behind them, the missiles landed on the truck, quickly disabling it.
"D.va one, bad guys zero!" D.va landed behind the two Australians. Tracer meanwhile was now directly ahead of them as well, cutting off any escape for the duo at the moment.
"Give it up, yer done!" Tracer shouted to the two.
"Hey, we're all mates here. Why so serious?" Junkrat laughed nervously. He raised his hands and slowly backed up to Roadhog.
"What now?" Roadhog grunted.
"Relax Roadhog, I, got a plan..." Junkrat whispered.
"What ya two whisperin' about? Drop yer weapons." Tracer demanded. Both her and Dva closed in on the two.
"What plan." Roadhog grunted again, the two clearly trapped.
"I'd say we've gotten ourselves in quite the pickle." Junkrat laughed.
"Give it up, its game over for you two!" Dva said.
"I agree... it'd need a miracle to for us to escape this one ay mate." Junkrat started.
"That's right." Tracer said, suspicious of whatever Junkrat was planning.
"Maybe when pigs fly..." Junkrat then activated the wand.
"Hmph!?" Roadhog made a surprised Roadhog noise as he suddenly felt his bodymass start shifting. He rapidly started shrinking, quickly losing his weight. That's not the only thing that he lost though, as his weapon seemed to start growing and enveloping him. His form soon became what seemed to be the polar opposite of his original body: a slender, petite female body. Vest and pants grew to hug his new lithe curves as a tight fitting bodysuit. Hair became loose. The tight body suit made him acutely aware that his big how sausage was missing, having been replaced by a tight Korean pussy. Though what was most noticeable was that he was now in the pilot seat of some sort of vehicle.
"What did you do?" Roadhog said, then completely surprised as his now high pitched, female voice.
"No time to explain, fly! Fly! Flyyyy!" Junkrat shouted, as he mounted the mech.
Roadhog, somehow instinctively knowing how to pilot the mech, immediately took off with the boosters. Dva threw a hook towards her former mech, not noticing she was suddenly an absolute unit of an Australian man. Unfortunately for her, the mech was already out of reach.
"Why did we try to corner someone that could fly?" Dva asked, voice muffled by the mask.
"I don't know..." Tracer replied. She looked at her peg leg, knowing it was swapped but for some reason, could not speak out about it.
"Mission failed, we'll get em next time." Dva said.
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