Stealing Tracer's life had certainly been a thrill so far, but Genji was very curious about how far he could push this magical little device that had let him do so. He looked down at his current body, a nice one to be sure, but there was no reason he couldn't make some... improvements. With his newfound super speed, he dashed over to one of Overwatch's containment cells, a very specific prisoner in mind that he wanted to borrow some traits from. After clearing things with security easily, he pokes his head around a corner to see the deadly french assassin, Widowmaker, sitting idly but angrily in her prison. Feeling cheeky and overconfident, Genji steps out with a grin, the wand still behind his back.
Widowmaker hissed something angrily at him in french, but Genji wasnt paying attention to that, his eyes were... lower. With a lick of his lips, the wand activated, and without missing a beat in her continued barrage of insults, the french assassin had just gotten considerably shorter. Genji ran a hand down his new, even shapelier legs with a perverse smile, gaining a look of confusion from the prisoner. Before she could speak any further, he blew her a kiss and activated Tracer's recall, being back in the hallway within a moment.
Now alone, his hand moved down to his ass for a feel. "Blimey, that's more like it!" He said with a giggle, giving his new rear end a tight squeeze. Tracer may have had a nice set of legs and ass, but not THIS nice.
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