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“Gaahhh… haaaahh… Roadie, mate… I… I think I'm gonna have a heart attack…” Those were the gasping cries of the once thinly criminal as he desperately tried to run what felt like his 100th lap around the course. In reality, it was only his tenth. Junkrat had been ordered to follow a strict exercise regimen until his health had improved. And one look at the man would explain why. What was once the literal definition of skin and bones was now a rotund blubbery mass that was even starting to put Roadhog, his training coach, to shame. However, unlike his partner in crime, Junkrat was clearly all blubber, squish, and softness. It was quite clear that the younger Australian didn't have the musculature to support so much weight as his belly was so front heavy that it was beginning to strain his back, a fact that Roadhog knew was going to cause problems in the long term. However, for as much as it felt like this routine was going to go on forever, a loud whistle signaled the light of salvation.

“Alright, that does it for the day,” Roadhog announced, causing the plump young man to fall to the ground face first in exhaustion. The larger companion simply shook his head, both in exasperation and amusement. He walked over to him and lended a hand to the tired Australian, pulling him up with an unexpected amount of force. Roadhog put his hands on his hips, taking stock at his “partner in crime”. “Jeez, Rat…I still can't believe what you've done to yourself. I mean, you're just so… FAT. How did you let this happen?”

“Hey! You ain't one to talk, mate! You see how big you are?” Junkrat retorted defensively, giving a solid poke to the larger man's belly. Roadhog responded with a hard slap to Junkrat's own rotund midsection, the force nearly sending Junkrat back to the ground.

“At least I have the muscle to support it all, kid. Or do I have to remind you of how you nearly threw out your back because of that stomach?”

“Rrrrgh, no ya don't…” Junkrat grumbled, adjusting his sweatpants as he felt his belly push down on the elastic waistband. The heft of belly reminded Junkrat just how heavy his gut truly was.

“Good,” Roadhog replied, grabbing his things as he headed back indoors. “In any case, were done for the day. I've gotta say, for the paltry amount of exercise you've done these past couple of weeks, you're recovering quite well.”

“Hmpf! Play it off all ya want, mate! I'll be a stud like you before ya know it!” Junkrat joked, punctuating his remark with a flew of his arms as if he had any muscle mass to speak of. However, the only thing flexing was the thick coat of dough surrounding his limbs. However, Roadhog could tell that there was indeed some muscle beginning to form buried deep under all the blubber. So the workouts were indeed working, however slowly.

“Yeah, sure you will,” Roadhog scoffed, half joking and half in an encouraging tone. “Now go shower up and take a breather. You're starting to stink up the place.” Junkrat spat out his tongue in response before following after him. The two when separate ways once Junkrat headed to the showers. He didn't want to admit it, but a cold shower sounded heavenly right about now.

After a good half hour, Junkrat had washed and dried himself off and slowly made his way out the shower. He slowly wrapped a towel around himself, but winced as he circled around the back feeling a dull pain in his lower back. His back pains hadn't completely subsided, but with his strength returning they were becoming less frequent. That said, he couldn't deny that as if to make up for that the rest of his body felt incredibly sore. Roadhog truly had been working him to the bone to get him back into some semblance of fighting shape, but it was clear that the process was a long and hard one. In fact, there were times where he wondered if it was truly worth it to torture himself like this, especially when there was no readily immediate result.

However, a small part of him had to admit that at least building up some strength would make his life much easier. Though of course, he couldn't deny the appeal of feeling so soft and squishy either. He often found some of the other members of Overwatch cuddling up to him to “use his belly like a pillow”, something he had often done with Roadhog. He stopped to get a good look at himself in the mirror, seeing just how big he truly was. His belly was round, bulbous and firm as if it was mocking the idea of gravity, but his movements revealed that it was a lot more jiggly and soft than it appeared. It would be no exaggeration to say that his belly was just like gelatin; soft and jiggly, but miraculously able to keep its shape. The thought of his belly being like jello made Junkrat chuckle inwardly, the slight convulsion of his chest causing his belly to shake. It was truly a pleasant feeling, one that did not want to give up.

“So what if I'm a little bigger?” Junkrat said to no one in particular as he continued to admire his size. “Aside from me back, it ain't hurtin’ nobody. So I think I can afford to treat meself every now and again. Speakin’ of which…” Just the mere thought of food got his stomach rumbling, crying out for sustenance. He had wanted to take some time to work on his prosthetic leg, but his stomach made the decision of what he should do next.

After getting himself dressed, he shuffled his way out of his quarters and down to the kicthens. He was wearing one of his trusty cargo shorts, the largest he had. The elastic was close to being completely shot, and his button and zipper were straining to contain his mass. Not helping matters was the issue of his belt, which had grown considerably tighter in recent months. He figured that both his pants and belt wouldn't last much longer, but they would have to make due for now. After a good few minutes of walking, Junkrat had arrived at his destination, his belly now growling loudly for food. He rummaged through the cupparts and the pantries to find something to sate his hunger, but he couldn't quite find anything appetizing. That is, until he stumbled across something in the fridge. An extra large pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra cheese. Barely even touched, too! In fact, it appeared to be still warm and only about two or three slices were eaten out of it. Not caring for whoever claimed it, Junkrat quickly pulled the box out, revealing another tempting treat. A strawberry shortcake! Junkrat had a devilishly strong sweet tooth, so seeing this treat was like heaven to him! He grabbed the two delicious articles of food and set them on a nearby table, only returning to the fridge to grab himself some orange soda. Upon returning, he sat himself down, shuffling in his seat as he felt the armrests squeeze into his doughy middle, and proceeded to go to town.

The warmth of the saucy pizza perfectly complimented the sweetness of the cake, causing him to alternate between the two with a slice of pizza in one hand and a slice of cake in the other. Upon finishing both handfuls, he would take a swig of orange soda, the bubbly carbonated sensation giving him goosebumps. He continued this for the next few minutes, not even realizing just how tight his pants and belt were against his slowly bloating belly. However, he got about halfway through both the pizza and shortcake before slouching back in his chair, letting out a massive belch to make for more room. Junkrat continued on, finally feeling the full effects of his meal, his fleshy middle straining his waistband with each sinful pound. He was even feeling how full he was getting, now having to belch in between a few bites. Not helping him was the carbonation of the soda filling up his belly, making him much more gassy than he probably should be. But for whatever reason, he was determined to finish his feast despite being way past full.

So after about an hour, with a loud belch and a proud smack to his belly, Junkrat had claimed victory over the meal. He once again leaned back in his chair, sighing as he allowed his meal to settle for a moment. He found that he quickly lost his breath as he did so, feeling unusually exhausted despite doing nothing but eating for the past hour. After giving himself a moment to rest up, he slowly got up to clean up after himself. It took him a moment to squeeze himself out of his chair, he was surprised he didn't break it with how heavy he felt. As he finally stood up straight, he briefly lost balance as the weight of his meal made itself known. His pants were obscenely tight now, as if begging to be ripped off. Junkrat looked down at himself, noticing how bloated he looked. He whistled to himself as he took stock at how much he ate. After cleaning up his mess, and fiddling with his belt a bit, he slowly waddled back to his quarters, closing the door behind him. As soon as he made a step forward into the privacy of his room, he let out a deep guttural belch, one that clearly was in storage for a while.

“Hooly-dooly…” Junkrat sighed, a grin creeping upon his face as he hefted his massive belly to let out anymore gas. Only after a few more belches and practically ripping off his belt did Junkrat finally make his way to his bed, only to be caught off-guard by his pants button popping off of him and the bottoms splitting down the middle. A wash of embarrassment came over the portly Australian, which was quickly replaced with a wave of pride. He happily flopped onto the bed, his belly jutting into the air and wobbling with the newly given freedom. He proceeded to playfully jiggle and smack his belly, humming a tune as he did so.

“Ya know what?” Junkrat said to no one in particular. “Maybe ‘'Chunkrat’ ain't a bad nickname after all…”

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“Gaahhh… haaaahh… Roadie, mate… I… I think I'm gonna have a heart attack…” Those were the gasping cries of the once thinly criminal as he desperately tried to run what felt like his 100th lap around the course. In reality, it was only his tenth. Junkrat had been ordered to follow a strict exercise regimen until his health had improved. And one look at the man would explain why. What was once the literal definition of skin and bones was now a rotund blubbery mass that was even starting to put Roadhog, his training coach, to shame. However, unlike his partner in crime, Junkrat was clearly all blubber, squish, and softness. It was quite clear that the younger Australian didn't have the musculature to support so much weight as his belly was so front heavy that it was beginning to strain his back, a fact that Roadhog knew was going to cause problems in the long term. However, for as much as it felt like this routine was going to go on forever, a loud whistle signaled the light of salvation.

“Alright, that does it for the day,” Roadhog announced, causing the plump young man to fall to the ground face first in exhaustion. The larger companion simply shook his head, both in exasperation and amusement. He walked over to him and lended a hand to the tired Australian, pulling him up with an unexpected amount of force. Roadhog put his hands on his hips, taking stock at his “partner in crime”. “Jeez, Rat…I still can't believe what you've done to yourself. I mean, you're just so… FAT. How did you let this happen?”

“Hey! You ain't one to talk, mate! You see how big you are?” Junkrat retorted defensively, giving a solid poke to the larger man's belly. Roadhog responded with a hard slap to Junkrat's own rotund midsection, the force nearly sending Junkrat back to the ground.

“At least I have the muscle to support it all, kid. Or do I have to remind you of how you nearly threw out your back because of that stomach?”

“Rrrrgh, no ya don't…” Junkrat grumbled, adjusting his sweatpants as he felt his belly push down on the elastic waistband. The heft of belly reminded Junkrat just how heavy his gut truly was.

“Good,” Roadhog replied, grabbing his things as he headed back indoors. “In any case, were done for the day. I've gotta say, for the paltry amount of exercise you've done these past couple of weeks, you're recovering quite well.”

“Hmpf! Play it off all ya want, mate! I'll be a stud like you before ya know it!” Junkrat joked, punctuating his remark with a flew of his arms as if he had any muscle mass to speak of. However, the only thing flexing was the thick coat of dough surrounding his limbs. However, Roadhog could tell that there was indeed some muscle beginning to form buried deep under all the blubber. So the workouts were indeed working, however slowly.

“Yeah, sure you will,” Roadhog scoffed, half joking and half in an encouraging tone. “Now go shower up and take a breather. You're starting to stink up the place.” Junkrat spat out his tongue in response before following after him. The two when separate ways once Junkrat headed to the showers. He didn't want to admit it, but a cold shower sounded heavenly right about now.

After a good half hour, Junkrat had washed and dried himself off and slowly made his way out the shower. He slowly wrapped a towel around himself, but winced as he circled around the back feeling a dull pain in his lower back. His back pains hadn't completely subsided, but with his strength returning they were becoming less frequent. That said, he couldn't deny that as if to make up for that the rest of his body felt incredibly sore. Roadhog truly had been working him to the bone to get him back into some semblance of fighting shape, but it was clear that the process was a long and hard one. In fact, there were times where he wondered if it was truly worth it to torture himself like this, especially when there was no readily immediate result.

However, a small part of him had to admit that at least building up some strength would make his life much easier. Though of course, he couldn't deny the appeal of feeling so soft and squishy either. He often found some of the other members of Overwatch cuddling up to him to “use his belly like a pillow”, something he had often done with Roadhog. He stopped to get a good look at himself in the mirror, seeing just how big he truly was. His belly was round, bulbous and firm as if it was mocking the idea of gravity, but his movements revealed that it was a lot more jiggly and soft than it appeared. It would be no exaggeration to say that his belly was just like gelatin; soft and jiggly, but miraculously able to keep its shape. The thought of his belly being like jello made Junkrat chuckle inwardly, the slight convulsion of his chest causing his belly to shake. It was truly a pleasant feeling, one that did not want to give up.

“So what if I'm a little bigger?” Junkrat said to no one in particular as he continued to admire his size. “Aside from me back, it ain't hurtin’ nobody. So I think I can afford to treat meself every now and again. Speakin’ of which…” Just the mere thought of food got his stomach rumbling, crying out for sustenance. He had wanted to take some time to work on his prosthetic leg, but his stomach made the decision of what he should do next.

After getting himself dressed, he shuffled his way out of his quarters and down to the kicthens. He was wearing one of his trusty cargo shorts, the largest he had. The elastic was close to being completely shot, and his button and zipper were straining to contain his mass. Not helping matters was the issue of his belt, which had grown considerably tighter in recent months. He figured that both his pants and belt wouldn't last much longer, but they would have to make due for now. After a good few minutes of walking, Junkrat had arrived at his destination, his belly now growling loudly for food. He rummaged through the cupparts and the pantries to find something to sate his hunger, but he couldn't quite find anything appetizing. That is, until he stumbled across something in the fridge. An extra large pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra cheese. Barely even touched, too! In fact, it appeared to be still warm and only about two or three slices were eaten out of it. Not caring for whoever claimed it, Junkrat quickly pulled the box out, revealing another tempting treat. A strawberry shortcake! Junkrat had a devilishly strong sweet tooth, so seeing this treat was like heaven to him! He grabbed the two delicious articles of food and set them on a nearby table, only returning to the fridge to grab himself some orange soda. Upon returning, he sat himself down, shuffling in his seat as he felt the armrests squeeze into his doughy middle, and proceeded to go to town.

The warmth of the saucy pizza perfectly complimented the sweetness of the cake, causing him to alternate between the two with a slice of pizza in one hand and a slice of cake in the other. Upon finishing both handfuls, he would take a swig of orange soda, the bubbly carbonated sensation giving him goosebumps. He continued this for the next few minutes, not even realizing just how tight his pants and belt were against his slowly bloating belly. However, he got about halfway through both the pizza and shortcake before slouching back in his chair, letting out a massive belch to make for more room. Junkrat continued on, finally feeling the full effects of his meal, his fleshy middle straining his waistband with each sinful pound. He was even feeling how full he was getting, now having to belch in between a few bites. Not helping him was the carbonation of the soda filling up his belly, making him much more gassy than he probably should be. But for whatever reason, he was determined to finish his feast despite being way past full.

So after about an hour, with a loud belch and a proud smack to his belly, Junkrat had claimed victory over the meal. He once again leaned back in his chair, sighing as he allowed his meal to settle for a moment. He found that he quickly lost his breath as he did so, feeling unusually exhausted despite doing nothing but eating for the past hour. After giving himself a moment to rest up, he slowly got up to clean up after himself. It took him a moment to squeeze himself out of his chair, he was surprised he didn't break it with how heavy he felt. As he finally stood up straight, he briefly lost balance as the weight of his meal made itself known. His pants were obscenely tight now, as if begging to be ripped off. Junkrat looked down at himself, noticing how bloated he looked. He whistled to himself as he took stock at how much he ate. After cleaning up his mess, and fiddling with his belt a bit, he slowly waddled back to his quarters, closing the door behind him. As soon as he made a step forward into the privacy of his room, he let out a deep guttural belch, one that clearly was in storage for a while.

“Hooly-dooly…” Junkrat sighed, a grin creeping upon his face as he hefted his massive belly to let out anymore gas. Only after a few more belches and practically ripping off his belt did Junkrat finally make his way to his bed, only to be caught off-guard by his pants button popping off of him and the bottoms splitting down the middle. A wash of embarrassment came over the portly Australian, which was quickly replaced with a wave of pride. He happily flopped onto the bed, his belly jutting into the air and wobbling with the newly given freedom. He proceeded to playfully jiggle and smack his belly, humming a tune as he did so.

“Ya know what?” Junkrat said to no one in particular. “Maybe ‘'Chunkrat’ ain't a bad nickname after all…”