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The heavyset Talon agent waddled into the roomy space station, rubbing his orb of fattened flesh that was slowly becoming his most prominent feature. He didn't know why he was here. He hadn't gotten any info from Winston and Junkrat last time, he didn't think he'd get any this time. The only reason he was here was just to keep up appearances. He made a half-hearted promise to hang out with the two fatsos at some point and he had gotten a call from them to have a “Saturday Binge”. He shouldn't have made that promise, he lamented, but he had nothing better to do since he was on “mandatory vacation”. So why not? Besides, it'd be a free meal.
As he made his way into the lobby, he was taken aback by the sight before him. Mountains upon mountains of food laid before him, creating hills of pizza and burgers and other fast food goodies, with valleys of sweet desserts and two-liter sodas. To say nothing of the two balls of living lard that seemed to have already started on their binge. Winston fisted burger after burger into his overeager mouth while Junkrat popped one mini cupcake after another, taking a swig of root beer every few cupcakes. Reaper could feel himself almost throw up at the sight, but it seemed like the were busy. This was his chance. He could leave and they wouldn't be the wiser. As he turned to leave, a loud growl emitted from Reaper's belly. Immediately, Winston and Junkrat turned to see their plump comrade and waved to them.
“Oi, Reaps!” Junkrat called, his mouth half-full. “Come on over, we just got started!” Reaper internally cursed his own stomach for betraying him. He had a light meal on the way here! Why was he still hungry?!
“Sorry I'm late,” Reaper replied, reluctantly walking over to the two of them and immediately sensing the heat emitting from them. He couldn't help but notice that they were glistening with sweat, no doubt from carrying such hefty frames. He sat beside Junkrat, who handed him an extra large pizza filled with toppings with it's crust stuffed with greasy cheese.
“Hope you're hungry,” Winston belched between bites. “There's *mrrph* plenty to eat!”
“I'm sure,” Reaper replied in feigned enthusiasm. He didn't intend to eat a lot. He already received more than enough warnings from Talon. However, he couldn't just NOT eat. That'd be way too suspicious. Winston may be immobile, but Reaper was slower and Winston could easily tackle him with that belly. Best to humor them for now.
As the day wore on, Reaper was assaulted with various articles of food and drink, as well as Junkrat and Winston's quips about each others progress on their weight gain. Reaper couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why would anyone want to be bigger?
“Betcha I can eat all of these chilli dogs before you finish those pizzas!” Junkrat challenged, which was met with a jolly laugh that created an avalanche of jiggles from the overly obese gorilla.
“Hahahah, you're on!” Winston replied, getting a head start with a hearty bite of a pizza slice.
Comments like this permeated the past few hours as he desperately tried to drown out these comments with his own chews and, much to his dismay, belches. He got the occasional comment about how he was “catching up with Junkrat”, which only fueled his self-conscious fueled eating frenzy. He didn't want to be fatter, but there was nothing to vent his frustrations on except the food in front of him. The worst part was that he could feel it. Every bite, every crumb, every gulp was adding more and more to his rotund frame. His shirt and shorts got tighter and tighter with each sinful pound. It made him sick. In contrast, Junkrat and Winston got off on getting fatter and it was that base desire that drove their gluttony. In no time at all, all that could be heard of the three were sickening belches, shallow gasps, and gurgling stomachs as they ate more and more.
As the day wore on, it was becoming apparent just how much Reaper had overeaten. He looked down and he shocked himself a how swollen and taut his belly became. It was desperately trying to digest the stupidly large amount of food that he had blindly consumed. He had to have eaten his own weight in food at this point. He looked over to see that all three of them had made a sizable dent in the mountains of food prepared. But they weren't quite done. Reaper tried to sit up to excuse himself. He needed to walk around. Something to ease his stomach. However, trying to do so placed an ungodly amount of pressure on his innards, forcing up a loud belch that forced him back down to the couch. Junkrat and Winston both followed up with their own monster belches as well. All three of them were drenched in sweat and exhausted. Every shallow breath was arduous. There was clearly not enough room for their lungs to properly expand. For Reaper, it was torture; for Winston and Junkrat however, it was heaven.
“Fuck… *buuuurrrrrp* me, mates. I don't… *buuurrrr* *hic* think I've eaten this much *wheeze* in one go…” Junkrat sighed painfully, just barely able to talk.
“Oof… *muuuuuurrrrph* Same here.... *buuuaaaarrrrph* I suppose… *uuurrrrrph* we should… take a break…” Winston replied, especially winded due to his weight.
“Thank… *guuurrph* God!” Reaper exhaled, feeling his partially digested meal travel up his esophagus a bit. “I think… *ugh* I'm gonna be sick…”
“Come on, Reaper… *muuurph* You've only eaten half as much as… *hic* James here and you're feeling sick? You've gotta work… *cough* *burrrp* on you're capacity.”
“Only half?!” Reaper exclaimed, nearly jolting up from his position before his gurgling stomach reminded him of why he was in this predicament in the first place. He fell back down, clutching his suffering stomach as he moaned in agony. Winston could only chuckle, while Junkrat placed his shoulder on Reaper supportively.
“Mind if I… *hic* rub yer belly to soothe the pain?” Reaper wanted to dismiss his offer, but a belly rub sounded heavenly right about now. He'd never live it down, but he could deal with a bit of wounded pride. Anything was better than this hell.
“That'd be… *cough* *hic* *buuuurrrp* nice…”

Description

The heavyset Talon agent waddled into the roomy space station, rubbing his orb of fattened flesh that was slowly becoming his most prominent feature. He didn't know why he was here. He hadn't gotten any info from Winston and Junkrat last time, he didn't think he'd get any this time. The only reason he was here was just to keep up appearances. He made a half-hearted promise to hang out with the two fatsos at some point and he had gotten a call from them to have a “Saturday Binge”. He shouldn't have made that promise, he lamented, but he had nothing better to do since he was on “mandatory vacation”. So why not? Besides, it'd be a free meal.
As he made his way into the lobby, he was taken aback by the sight before him. Mountains upon mountains of food laid before him, creating hills of pizza and burgers and other fast food goodies, with valleys of sweet desserts and two-liter sodas. To say nothing of the two balls of living lard that seemed to have already started on their binge. Winston fisted burger after burger into his overeager mouth while Junkrat popped one mini cupcake after another, taking a swig of root beer every few cupcakes. Reaper could feel himself almost throw up at the sight, but it seemed like the were busy. This was his chance. He could leave and they wouldn't be the wiser. As he turned to leave, a loud growl emitted from Reaper's belly. Immediately, Winston and Junkrat turned to see their plump comrade and waved to them.
“Oi, Reaps!” Junkrat called, his mouth half-full. “Come on over, we just got started!” Reaper internally cursed his own stomach for betraying him. He had a light meal on the way here! Why was he still hungry?!
“Sorry I'm late,” Reaper replied, reluctantly walking over to the two of them and immediately sensing the heat emitting from them. He couldn't help but notice that they were glistening with sweat, no doubt from carrying such hefty frames. He sat beside Junkrat, who handed him an extra large pizza filled with toppings with it's crust stuffed with greasy cheese.
“Hope you're hungry,” Winston belched between bites. “There's *mrrph* plenty to eat!”
“I'm sure,” Reaper replied in feigned enthusiasm. He didn't intend to eat a lot. He already received more than enough warnings from Talon. However, he couldn't just NOT eat. That'd be way too suspicious. Winston may be immobile, but Reaper was slower and Winston could easily tackle him with that belly. Best to humor them for now.
As the day wore on, Reaper was assaulted with various articles of food and drink, as well as Junkrat and Winston's quips about each others progress on their weight gain. Reaper couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why would anyone want to be bigger?
“Betcha I can eat all of these chilli dogs before you finish those pizzas!” Junkrat challenged, which was met with a jolly laugh that created an avalanche of jiggles from the overly obese gorilla.
“Hahahah, you're on!” Winston replied, getting a head start with a hearty bite of a pizza slice.
Comments like this permeated the past few hours as he desperately tried to drown out these comments with his own chews and, much to his dismay, belches. He got the occasional comment about how he was “catching up with Junkrat”, which only fueled his self-conscious fueled eating frenzy. He didn't want to be fatter, but there was nothing to vent his frustrations on except the food in front of him. The worst part was that he could feel it. Every bite, every crumb, every gulp was adding more and more to his rotund frame. His shirt and shorts got tighter and tighter with each sinful pound. It made him sick. In contrast, Junkrat and Winston got off on getting fatter and it was that base desire that drove their gluttony. In no time at all, all that could be heard of the three were sickening belches, shallow gasps, and gurgling stomachs as they ate more and more.
As the day wore on, it was becoming apparent just how much Reaper had overeaten. He looked down and he shocked himself a how swollen and taut his belly became. It was desperately trying to digest the stupidly large amount of food that he had blindly consumed. He had to have eaten his own weight in food at this point. He looked over to see that all three of them had made a sizable dent in the mountains of food prepared. But they weren't quite done. Reaper tried to sit up to excuse himself. He needed to walk around. Something to ease his stomach. However, trying to do so placed an ungodly amount of pressure on his innards, forcing up a loud belch that forced him back down to the couch. Junkrat and Winston both followed up with their own monster belches as well. All three of them were drenched in sweat and exhausted. Every shallow breath was arduous. There was clearly not enough room for their lungs to properly expand. For Reaper, it was torture; for Winston and Junkrat however, it was heaven.
“Fuck… *buuuurrrrrp* me, mates. I don't… *buuurrrr* *hic* think I've eaten this much *wheeze* in one go…” Junkrat sighed painfully, just barely able to talk.
“Oof… *muuuuuurrrrph* Same here.... *buuuaaaarrrrph* I suppose… *uuurrrrrph* we should… take a break…” Winston replied, especially winded due to his weight.
“Thank… *guuurrph* God!” Reaper exhaled, feeling his partially digested meal travel up his esophagus a bit. “I think… *ugh* I'm gonna be sick…”
“Come on, Reaper… *muuurph* You've only eaten half as much as… *hic* James here and you're feeling sick? You've gotta work… *cough* *burrrp* on you're capacity.”
“Only half?!” Reaper exclaimed, nearly jolting up from his position before his gurgling stomach reminded him of why he was in this predicament in the first place. He fell back down, clutching his suffering stomach as he moaned in agony. Winston could only chuckle, while Junkrat placed his shoulder on Reaper supportively.
“Mind if I… *hic* rub yer belly to soothe the pain?” Reaper wanted to dismiss his offer, but a belly rub sounded heavenly right about now. He'd never live it down, but he could deal with a bit of wounded pride. Anything was better than this hell.
“That'd be… *cough* *hic* *buuuurrrp* nice…”