D.Va & Mei: Heavy-Frame Fame (Patreon)

CW: Forcefeeding, manipulation, near-bursting, messy eating

D.Va waited as patiently as she could as Mercy finished Mei’s checkup. The doctor was brilliant, but her thoroughness over health could become downright exhausting. There was a reason D.Va stopped showing up for her own appointments. Hana Song was much too busy of a girl to spend hours waiting for Dr. Ziegler to finish poking and prodding, taking blood tests, and scolding her for drinking too much soda.

Besides, the streamer-celebrity had her own emergency going on. And yes, calling it an emergency was absolutely justified.

Her viewership had stagnated as of late. Only a couple thousand new followers in the last few months. She had no idea what she was doing wrong. She was playing all the newest game releases, dipping her toes into the occasional small internet drama to stay relevant, and making sure to dress in something notably revealing for at least one stream a week.

She was doing everything perfectly. She just didn’t understand. She was an Overwatch member, and an internet dream girl super-celeb! Who didn’t know who she was?

Had she truly hit the ceiling of her growth? Was there no new internet-dwellers who would seek out the streamer-goddess known as D.Va?

She pouted as she hit refresh over and over again on her phone, looking to see if a sudden spike of new subscribers might pull her out of her funk. But no. Just a handful at a time.

Who would have thought this would be where her career ended? She’d only achieved just under a billion followers. D.Va couldn’t help but think of her life as a tragedy in that moment. What had she done to deserve this?

“Are you sure the measurements are right? M-Maybe just… check the numbers one more time?” Mei asked meekly, her face bright red.

The desperate pleas of the Chinese girl pulled D.Va’s attention from her phone, and she raised a brow, trying to figure out what was going on.

Mercy, she noticed, looked terribly unamused with Mei. With a huff, the Swiss doctor stepped forward, and in a quick motion, pulled Mei’s puffy jacket open.

With a startled squeal, Mei tried to cover herself up, but it was too late. The evidence was already plain to see. Beneath Mei’s impressive bust, Mercy pushed her fingers against the doughy pooch of a belly that spilled out under Mei’s top. It was a croptop, so it wasn’t really meant to cover everything, but from how tight it gripped her chubby belly and wide hips, it was obvious to see it was about two sizes too small for her.

“Oh, I’m quite sure my measurements are correct, Mei… due to this right here.” Mercy said with a sigh of disappointment, before dropping the pudge.

“You’re up another five pounds in just one week, Mei! Your diet is getting ridiculous. At this rate, you won’t fit through the carrier’s doors by your next mission!” the doctor exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

D.Va could hardly believe it herself. Five pounds in a week? What had Mei been eating, bowling balls? Mei had always been a bit chubby. D.Va could always tell when she changed into her uniform. Lucky for Mei, she’d been able to hide it as nothing but a curvy figure. Especially with the help of the puffy clothes she wore.

But now? She was starting to develop a proper gut. Those massive tits that D.Va had always envied would only help her so far. Eventually, that belly would outgrow them, and ‘curvy’ would give way to ‘fat’, plain and simple.

D.Va couldn’t help but smile to herself over that.

As quick as she could, Mei snatched her jacket back from Mercy and threw it back down over herself.

“P-Please don’t do that!” Mei whimpered in embarrassment, face crimson.

Mercy took a deep breath, before trying to lower her voice. Presumably to keep D.Va from hearing, but now they had her attention. She leaned forward, craning her neck out to eavesdrop on what the doctor said.

“Listen, Mei, I’ve seen your account’s funds drop with every check Overwatch sends you. I know where that money’s going, and you need to slow down. This is getting unhealthy.” Mercy warned.

Finally, stepping back, the doctor sighed and put her clipboard on her desk. “Other than that, blood levels are unremarkable, and you seem in fine condition otherwise. That should conclude your checkup.”

D.Va gave a groan as she stood up, stretching her back out. “Thank GOD, this took forever!” she huffed.

Mercy shot her a glare, but D.Va was already too dead-set on leaving to notice.

As Mei gathered her things, D.Va idly tapped through various livestreams to see what was pulling in the most viewership while she was offline. Maybe a clue lied not in what she was doing wrong, but what others were doing right.

As Mei finally came through the door after her, she gave a sheepish smile.

“O-Oh, you didn’t have to wait for m–”

“You’ve been using the Overwatch government funding to buy takeout food, haven’t you?” D.Va bluntly interrupted without even taking her eyes off her phone.

Mei was completely caught off guard, whimpering wordlessly as her face grew to a darker shade of red. “W-Wh– I-I–...”

D.Va snorted, letting a smirk curve her lips. “I mean, you hide it well with the jacket and the giant tits, but that top can only stretch so far.” D.Va teased offhandedly. “You must have been really cutting loose to put on weight that fast.”

In that moment, a miracle happened. As Mei stammered for a response, the streamer gods gave a blessing unto D.Va. Enlightenment.

As she scrolled down one last time, she caught a fifty-thousand viewer streamer that had just gone live. Normally, those numbers would be nothing to a big fish like D.Va, but she didn’t even recognize this username. This was a nobody.

What the hell were they doing to pull in fifty-thousand?

Without hesitation, she tapped it, and tuned in to a stream of a small Asian girl sat at her desk, emptied fastfood bags around her, holding a stomach that either looked pregnant or ready to pop, especially on her otherwise petite figure.

The title was simple: Mukbang: More than I’ve ever eaten! An RGB light bulb practically flashed over D.Va’s head.

Mukbang.

She’d heard of it before, but she’d never considered getting into anything like that herself. Obviously, since one of her best assets to pull in viewership was the sleek, sexy body she sported while she played whatever mediocre game had been recommended to her by fans.

D.Va quickly put her phone away, looking up to Mei while practically trying to keep the dollar signs out of her eyes.

“W-Wait, Mei! Forget what I said! I was just teasing!” she quickly amended, hurrying up to Mei’s side and putting an arm around her as if they were tried and true besties.

Mei seemed a bit taken aback, but gasped and yelped as D.Va slipped a hand under her jacket. D.Va squeezed the pudgy belly between her fingers, as if trying to discern just how much it could hold. Mei whimpered, a small moan escaping her at the sensation.

“Say, how much do you think you could stomach, anyway?” D.Va tried to ask as casually as possible.

The question clearly made Mei a bit uncomfortable, as she shifted her feet awkwardly and looked away, pulling away from D.Va’s invasive hands.

“W-Well… enough to put on five pounds a week without realizing, apparently… H-Hah…” Mei joked with embarrassment, trying to avoid eye contact.

D.Va smiled. “Mei, how would you like to be on one of my streams?”

The next day, the stage was set. D.Va had gone onto every platform she had a name on (which was pretty much all of them) advertising that she’d be featuring an up-and-coming mukbang superstar and fellow member of Overwatch on stream that night.

D.Va heard a ring of the doorbell, and opened up the porch cam on her computer. There was Mei, standing nervously in a tight-fitting tank top and stretchy yoga pants.

D.Va hopped out of her chair as quickly as she could, hurrying to the door. Best not to keep the new star waiting.

As she opened it, Mei put on a nervous smile to greet her.

“H-Hey! Hope I’m not late. I didn’t really have anything quite as cute as you wear on your streams.” Mei apologized awkwardly with a chuckle.

D.Va’s lips curled into a devious smile.

“No no! That’s perfect!” she reassured her chubby friend.

Mei had a moment of relief, before uncertainty twisted her face into a frown once more. “You’re… sure your fans are gonna like me on stream? I mean… they’re used to such a slim, sexy–” Mei cupped her mouth, immediately regretting the choice of words. Even D.Va’s face went a bit red at that.

“I-I just mean… I’m not in the best shape right now….” Mei admitted, clearly ashamed by how much her belly spilled out from under her tank top. She seemed to be regretting her choice of apparel already.

D.Va’s smile snapped back into place, and she shook her head to dispel any worries Mei had left as she ushered her inside. “Don’t worry about a thing! They’re gonna love you!”

As she hurried Mei along to the streaming setup, Mei took in the sight of D.Va’s house, gawking in awe at all the collectibles and figurines that adorned her shelves and walls.

“O-Oh, wait a minute, I should have asked earlier. What are we gonna be playing on stream? I’m… not really that good at video games.” Mei admitted.

D.Va just giggled. “Oh, don’t worry! No video games today! We’re gonna be doing something you’re great at!”

Mei raised a brow. “Huh? What do y–”

Any question she had melted away as she got a smell of what was ahead. The distinct, greasy aroma of fastfood. It was unmistakeable.

As D.Va pushed open the door to the streaming room, Mei saw the steaming takeout bags surrounding the gaming desk, with the open chair awaiting her like a throne.

“Surprise!”

Mei took a moment to take the sight in, before glancing over at D.Va, confused. “You’re… gonna do a mukbang stream?” she asked, a quick glance down to D.Va’s flat stomach and petite figure.

D.Va practically snorted at that. As if!

“Nope! You’re gonna do a mukbang stream!”

Mei’s face went bright red, and she instinctively scrambled to pull her tank top down over her stomach, only serving to let her bra-spilling breasts leak out over the top even more. “W-What?! No! I-I mean–... I can’t! Remember what Mercy said? I have to cut back!”

“Oh, come on! You don’t have to do anything! Besides, wasn’t she just upset about you spending Overwatch money on food?”

Mei was confused where D.Va was going with this. “I-I mean, I don’t think–...”

“Well, this is the perfect solution! You get to eat delicious food and it’s paid for with stream money! Win-win!” D.Va announced proudly.

Mei perked a brow. “Y-You’d be paying for it? Why? What do you get out of it?” she asked, a bit suspicious.

D.Va pretended to be offended. “Get out of it? A little fun with my bestie, obviously!” she responded with feigned innocence, slowly leading Mei to the seat. They had a stream schedule to meet, afterall. She had to hurry this along.

Mei looked up to her with heartfelt awe. “We’re… besties?” she asked. “I always thought you saw me as some dorky nobody…?”

D.Va put on a shocked face. “Of course not! If I thought that, would I have asked you to come on my stream?” she said as she sat Mei down in the chair, adjusting the webcams toward her.

“I… guess that makes sense.” Mei finally conceded, a refreshed smile on her face as she adjusted her glasses.

D.Va smiled in return. “Perfect!” she chirped as she pressed the button to go live.

As soon as the cameras flicked on and the stream was up, Mei immediately yelped, her confidence shattering as she watched the viewer counter rapidly tick up.

“Hey guys! Just as promised, here’s my friend Mei, from Overwatch! Wanna introduce yourself?” D.Va said in a chipper sing-song voice.

Mei was petrified, only able to give a small, silent wave to one of the many cameras.

D.Va glanced at her phone to read chat. She’d had to hide it on the computer so that Mei couldn’t see it. Best to not give her anymore reasons for stage fright.

“who is this chick again?”

“lol she looks terrified”

“Hi Mei!”

“She looks chubbier than she does on the Overwatch posters. has mukbang already taken its toll on her? lol”

“WHOA, look at those tits!”

The audience was apprehensive. Understandably so. This was new, and absolutely experimental. But D.Va was convinced it’d work.

“Alright guys! So, the rules are simple! Follows and donations add to the calorie counter! Whatever you see on that counter is how much Mei has to eat! Got that?”

With her showgirl persona in full-effect, D.Va leaned over Mei, making sure the rear cameras got a good shot of her ass as she lifted up Mei’s chubby belly, squeezing the pudge between her fingers.

“Mei’s got an appetite like you wouldn’t believe! So let’s see how much you guys can stuff this gut!” she declared with a wink at the camera and a giggle.

Mei lowered her head, whispering to D.Va over her shoulder. “Hana…? I don’t know about this….” she pleaded, clearly wanting out.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic! Just pretend like the cameras aren’t even there and just cut loose! I got you all your favourites, bestie~.” D.Va assured her.

Truth be told, D.Va had no clue what her ‘favourites’ even were. But she got plenty of greasy, fattening fastfood. The exact kind of stuff Mei loved to eat. She very much doubted the chubby girl was a picky eater.

Mei whimpered and whined in the seat, but didn’t argue another word.

“Alright! Enough talk, let’s get to it! On your marks! Get set! GO!” D.Va announced.

Her eyes widened a bit. As soon as it started, the calorie counter jumped past 1,000 almost immediately. People had already been getting their donations ready, it seemed.

Perfect!

“Wow, you guys were excited! Alright, Mei! Let’s show them what they wanna see!” D.Va declared with another girlish giggle.

Before Mei could argue, D.Va grabbed one of the bags, thrusting a cheeseburger and fries into her hands, and giving a thumbs up out-of-frame for Mei to get going.

Mei hesitated for a moment, and D.Va groaned, motioning for her to start eating, getting more and more impatient.

Finally, with a nervous swallow, Mei leaned forward and took the first bite.

And as soon as she did, her shoulders relaxed, and she melted into bliss. Hesitation dripped away, and was instead replaced with bigger and bigger bites. By the end of the burger, she had barely swallowed the previous bite before she took the next. Fries were shoveled down afterward, and Mei grabbed the large soda beside the bag to wash it all down, a belch popping from her lips as she leaned back with a dreamy smile at the tastes.

D.Va was stunned. She’d never seen anyone eat that fast.

Mei wasn’t just a fan of unhealthy food. She was addicted to it. Finally, D.Va glanced down at her phone, looking at the comments rolling in.

“Holy shit! She DOWNED it!”

“girl can EAT! alright, i’m donating!”

“no wonder she’s got a gut! lmao!”

“wooooooo!”
“Bullshit, no way this isn’t edited or something!”

D.Va felt that wicked smile return to her.

Jackpot.

In almost the instant Mei finished the bag, the calorie counter ticked past 2,000. Now the ball was rolling.

D.Va quickly scrambled to grab another bag, and tore it open, pulling out three tacos and three burritos from it, and stacking them up neatly for Mei.

As she leaned forward in the chair, she seemed to have a moment of doubt, glancing up to D.Va to say something, but she didn’t even get a word out as her mouth started to water once she caught the aroma, the steam from the heavenly pile of Mexican takeout fogging her glasses.

Immediately, she reached out, and began tearing into them.

Moans of delight came from her as she packed her cheeks with beef, cheese, rice, and beans. She crammed them into her mouth one after the other, swallowing heavily with how much she eagerly stuffed between her lips, until, within only a few minutes, the stack was nothing but empty, grease-stained paper. Mei licked her fingers, whimpering in bliss at the lingering tastes.

D.Va had to stifle her eager giggles, glancing from Mei down to the view counter.

Word was already spreading. Mei, Overwatch agent and world-renowned Chinese scientist, was stuffing her face live on camera. And it was a sight to behold. The viewer counter ticked straight past 100,000 and rapidly approached 200,000. Then, in just a few seconds, hit 250,000.

And almost just as fast, the calorie counter followed after. 3,000 now. Before she could even hand Mei the bag, it was at 3,500.

D.Va needed to move quick. She pulled apart another bag, pulling a bucket of fried chicken out, dipping each piece in one of the sauces that accompanied the bucket, and handing them to Mei one at a time.

She clearly was having her doubts as more and more chicken was left as nothing but cleaned bones once they were passed to her, but once the greasy food was in front of her, any arguments melted from her tongue and were replaced with messy, unhealthy foodstuff. D.Va made certain the train didn’t stop.

This was perfect. It was going even better than D.Va could have hoped for. At this rate, D.Va would see growth like she never thought possibile.

Before she knew it, one week had passed, and it was time for her next checkup. Mei wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, for one obvious reason.

One jiggling, swaying, waistband-stretching reason. Mei had done four streams since her last checkup, and she had a feeling that the results would show under Mercy’s scrutiny.

Truth be told, it didn’t really require a careful eye to notice. She walked with an ungraceful waddle with the new weight of her stomach, to the point where D.Va had to help her walk straight a few times as Mei focused on trying to suck her stomach in so that the barely-holding zipper on her jacket wouldn’t burst.

But as long as the jacket held together, hopefully Mercy wouldn’t notice the–

“Twenty-two pounds?!” the doctor exclaimed, looking as if she might faint as she stared at the scale in disbelief. “Twenty-two pounds in a single week?! How is that even possible?! Mei, what do you have to say for yourself?!” Mercy scolded, poking a finger into Mei’s suspiciously-compact stomach.

However, that poke was all it took. Mei couldn’t hold her breath for another second.

“Nnngah!” Mei whimpered as she gasped for air.

Immediately, the zipper snapped and the metal teeth of it scattered across the office, only barely missing Mercy.

The doctor narrowed her eyes, watching the bloated stomach spill out of the jacket’s remains, even as Mei desperately tried to cover it.

“Mei, this is ridiculous! If this keeps up, you’ll have to be rolled to your next mission!” Mercy scoffed, shaking her head. “From now on, I’m putting you on a strict diet–”

D.Va immediately put her phone away, butting in.

“Hey! Lay off, Mercy! She’s just enjoying her little break between missions!” the streamer snapped.

Mei raised her head, a bit shocked. Shame still coloured her face crimson, but she seemed surprised to see D.Va stick up for her.

The Swiss doctor recoiled in shock, glaring at D.Va. “Excuse me? D.Va, please understand–”

“No! You understand! Mei’s just having fun, and she can do it how she wants! So what if she’s put on a little weight? I for one think it looks good on her!” D.Va said, lifting her chin with a hmph!

Mei’s face went even brighter red, her mouth open looking for words.

Even Mercy blushed a bit. “This isn’t about what looks ‘good’ or not! This is about–”

“This is about nothing! We’re leaving!” D.Va snapped, throwing the door open. “C’mon, Mei. Let’s get out of here.”

Mei looked over at Mercy, a bit startled to disobey the doctor, but as D.Va shot her a look, Mei swallowed, and quickly followed after.

As the door slammed, Mercy collapsed in her seat, sighing in frustration.

“Those girls! They’re going to give me a headache…” she groaned, cupping her head in her hands.

Perhaps if she hadn’t been so distracted, she may have noticed the security camera in the corner of the room. Its small light had gone from green to purple.

The reason why was very simple. The feed was going directly to Sombra’s computer. The latina hacker smiled to herself as she watched the door slam unceremoniously, D.Va helping her fellow porky agent through the hall.

“Dios mío, poor Mei needs a diet? I hear it just takes one good push to break those, doctor~...” Sombra said to herself, a smirk playing at her lips. With a few clicks, she went over to the page for D.Va’s streams, and found the donation tab.

“Yikes, Hana… almost no security on your donation verification? Rookie mistake for a self-proclaimed ‘streamer-goddess’.”

Sombra laughed to herself, finding a great deal of amusement in how easy it was to crack open every automated system of her stream, making a ‘tsk tsk’ to herself every time she managed to break through another layer of security. “Seriously, update your systems, girl.”

Finally, something caught Sombra’s attention. A soft lock on the calorie counter. After it reached 10,000, further donations were worth less and less.

“Awwwh, you don’t want Mei to pop like a balloon? You really do care~!” Sombra joked teasingly with a snicker. “Why don’t we just reverse that….” she said as she changed the script. Now, donations would slowly be worth more and more after 10,000 was reached.

“There we go! That should spice things up a bit.” Sombra remarked, leaning back in her chair after a job well done.

Business as usual. Mei was in the chair (which now seemed to creak when she sat in it) right on time, and D.Va lined the table with bags so Mei could let the scent envelop her and make her mouth water in anticipation.

“There we go! All ready!” D.Va exclaimed, leaning forward to get the stream started.

“H-Hey, D.Va, before we start….” Mei ventured shyly, her head down.

D.Va glanced back, a raised brow. “Hm?”

“Did you… uhm… mean what you said earlier? You think I… look good with a bit of extra weight?”

D.Va had to catch the scoff in her throat.

Of course not! You look like a slob! A complete pig! And it’s just gonna keep getting worse! Especially at this rate, soon you’ll burst out of those poor pants!

But did D.Va voice any of those vile thoughts? Of course not. She had to play this smart. Mei was an… emotional creature.

“Of course.” D.Va said with a gentle smile, and flicked the stream on.

And just like that, the stream started like normal. The playful intro, the quick recap of the rules, and even a notably-more-confident Mei holding up her belly and daring the chat to keep the donations coming.

D.Va wasn’t sure why, but it made her cheeks heat up a bit.

Why? Is that… lewd or something?

D.Va didn’t give it much thought. Instead, as soon as the calorie counter started ticking, she handed Mei the first bags of food.

Nachos, sloppy joes, chili, and tacos first. None of it was particularly light on her system, and by the time she’d emptied the first couple bags, Mei’s stomach was gurgling and churning.

She moaned as a rumbling burp popped from her lips, and the force of it left her gasping in her chair for a moment to catch her breath.

“You okay?” D.Va called from out of frame.

Mei wiped some sweat from her forehead, breathlessly nodding, before leaning forward to take the next bag.

5,000 calories. 6,000. 7,000. The counter steadily ticked up little by little.

D.Va was impressed. This would be the fastest they’d reached 10,000 yet. Luckily, the slowdown always gave Mei time to catch up and finish.

Even still, after about seven bags of takeout food, Mei began to slow down.

With a greasy double-cheeseburger in each hand, Mei crammed bite after bite into her mouth, barely chewing before she swallowed it down with a visible bulge in her throat.

Within barely a couple minutes, both of the burgers had vanished, the only evidence of them being the loud gurgling in her stomach, before–

“BRUUUOOOUURRP! Ngah!”

Mei gasped and moaned after the thunderous burp burst from her, her ample chest jiggling and swaying just from the force.

D.Va simply stood there for a moment, mouth agape and cheeks red. Only when Mei weakly glanced her way did she snap out of it, immediately throwing her attention towards her phone so as to not get caught staring.

“jesus! She eats like a hog!”

“No kidding! Shes a mess!”

“Think she’s finally gonna break 20,000 calories tonight?”

“who cares?! i just wanna see those tight pants burst!!”

“get those donations going you cheap bastards!”

The momentum was at its peak. D.Va smiled to herself as she watched the calorie counter finally tick past 10,000.

All according to plan~. D.Va, you genius, you’ve just discovered how to grow your channel faster than–

But then, something was wrong. D.Va watched as the counter… didn’t slow down at all. Quite the opposite. As each notification for a new donation rolled in, the counter seemed to slowly but surely ramp up in speed. First, it went up in increments of ten. Then twenty. Then forty. A hundred.

D.Va swallowed nervously. What was going on?

Quickly, she scrambled towards the desk.

Did she have time to troubleshoot her stream systems? No! This was one of her best-performing streams yet! Killing the momentum here and now might take her out of the internet’s spotlight permanently!

So instead, she went for the alternative solution.

Grabbing a bag, she poured out the contents. Chinese food. Dumplings, teriyaki chicken, Beijing beef, rice. Quickly, she carried it over to Mei. Before Mei could event thank her, a dumpling was stuffed between her lips, and she looked up at D.Va in surprise, raising a brow with a muffled “Hmmph?”

“You’re falling behind! The counter’s ticking faster! You need to eat, quick!”

Mei gave a worried look, a burp popping from her lips, before she leaned forward with a strained huff, and set to work on the Chinese food. She started off elegantly grabbing a pair of chopsticks, before D.Va quickly started gesturing for her to hurry up. There was just no way for her to eat fast enough using these. With a worried whimper, Mei dropped them aside, and grabbed the dumplings with her hands, scooping them into her mouth.

D.Va tracked the estimated calories Mei was eating. She wasn’t catching up yet, but at this rate, she was at least keeping from falling any further behind.

Without missing a step, D.Va grabbed the next bag. However, she realized the bags were running low. She hadn’t gotten that much food ready.

Tearing the bag open, she laid out a line of burgers and steak sandwiches for Mei, before quickly running off, dialing the nearest pizza place on her phone.

“Hello?! Hi, twenty extra-large meat lover’s pizzas with extra cheese! Oh! Yeah, LOTS of garlic bread!” D.Va frantically made the order in the next room, hoping the stream wouldn’t pick up her voice.

As soon as it was done, she hurried back to the main room, relieved to see Mei picking through each bag as quickly as she could.

D.Va winced as she heard the gurgling and groaning from the Chinese girl as she leaned forward to stuff more into her open mouth. The chat was right. She was getting messier and messier each time she ate. Grease dripped down her chin and spilled across her cleavage. Melted cheese stuck to her plump lips, and in her desperation to open sauce pouches, oftentimes it would burst and splatter across her, leaving her lewdly whimpering.

Finally, it all made sense. Whether it was intentional or not, Mei played the ‘enticing shy girl’ act perfectly. No wonder the donations were pouring in like mad.

D.Va was left frantically checking the counter, watching it go up as Mei tried desperately to match its pace. However, all of the gorging had its consequences. As D.Va looked up, she saw the swollen, bloated roundness of Mei’s stomach. She shifted and squirmed uncomfortably in the chair.

It took a great deal of effort for her to shove the last few pieces of greasy food between her sticky lips, groaning and moaning as she swallowed the last mouthful.

“D–... D.Va…? Huff… Th-There’s–BRUOORRRP!–guh… There’s n-no more… food….” Mei managed to groan, cradling her swollen gut as it gurgled in defiance of all that it had been packed with, her tank top rolling up over it and the waistband of her yogapants creaking audibly.

Just then, D.Va burst through the door into the streaming room, pizzas stacked so high she had to duck under the doorway.

“I-It’s okay, crisis averted!” D.Va cried as she stumbled in.

Mei’s eyes went wide, and a fearful look passed over her.

“B-But… I-I can’t–”

D.Va quickly lunged forward, covering Mei’s mouth. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you say that!” D.Va snapped, giving her a scornful look. She sighed, and whispered into Mei’s ear.

“Listen, you’ve been burping out enough gas to ignite a fire. You’ve gotta have some room left in there! I’ll feed it to you so that you can keep up the same speed, okay?”

Mei looked a bit flushed at that, averting her gaze. “F-Feed it to me…?” she parroted awkwardly.

D.Va nodded. “Yes, now hurry! We need to keep up!”

Throwing herself towards the sack of boxes, D.Va tore into the first, pulling slices out of the pie haphazardly and bringing them to the chair-filling star.

Mei awkwardly opened her mouth as D.Va held the first slice to her lips, and rather unceremoniously, D.Va tried to push it into her gullet with the same gusto that Mei had.

Mei swallowed with a bit of strain, and whimpered. “C-Careful!” she whined, and D.Va rolled her eyes. “We don’t have time for ‘careful’!”

Grabbing two more slices, D.Va followed the same routine. Next was three slices. Each trip back from the boxes, she seemed to test how many she could cram into Mei’s mouth in the same timeframe, rapidly checking her phone as Mei groaned and gasped in her attempts to choke down whatever had been stuffed down her throat.

Slowly, the boxes began to empty one by one. And with each passing box, the girls began to catch up to the counter.

“It’s working! We’re catching up!” she whispered to Mei between burps and hiccups.

Mei gave nothing but a wet belch as a response, seemingly no longer able to form words.

“That’s okay, don’t talk! Just keep that mouth open, piggy~!” D.Va said giddily, before covering her mouth.

What did I just say?

She swallowed nervously, glancing down to see a bit of flush to Mei’s face as well. Or… was that just from her sweating from all the gorging?

D.Va happily chalked it up to that, and grabbed the next box, folding the pizza over and feeding it to Mei all at once, cramming as much of it between her greasy lips as she could manage.

With a pained groan, Mei managed to close her mouth around the whole pizza, and D.Va bit her lip as she watched her throat bulge as it slowly, painstakingly slid down her gullet, Mei moaning lewdly as she gasped for breath as the pizza hit her stretched stomach. As D.Va reached for the next pizza, Mei desperately shook her head for mercy.

“Come on! At this rate, just three more and we’re done! Okay?” D.Va pleaded.

She didn’t bother waiting for a response. All Mei needed was a little help. Formulating a plan as quickly as she could. D.Va reached down with her open hand and peeled the tight tank top off of her sweaty chest, her strained bra spilling out with her massive tits jiggling from the motion.

Mei’s face went crimson, and she squealed in embarrassment as she looked at D.Va.

Without making eye contact, D.Va thrust a hand down, slapping it to Mei’s belly, immediately driving a “BRUUUOOORP!” from her lips, leaving her gasping and whining.

Slowly, D.Va took a deep breath, and set into a gentle rubbing motion. Mei, despite the embarrassment, gently soothed into the touch, whimpering and groaning in a moment of relief as burps and hiccups popped from her mouth and she melted into the chair.

D.Va panicked as she looked at the counter. If she didn’t get this pizza into Mei’s mouth soon, they’d be out of food, and the counter would just keep going up. She needed to beat it so she could end the stream.

Desperately trying to reach over Mei’s fat gut, she grabbed another box, and slowly rolled the pizza up. Blushing, she urged Mei to tilt her head up, and eased the thick pizza roll down her throat, Mei choking it down in a lewd fashion as her throat bulged around it, D.Va having to rub her blubbery, taut gut the whole time.

D.Va cringed. Mei was sweating like a pig, and it was making her sticky just from touching her, but she tried not to focus on it.

Another one down. She rubbed Mei’s belly until another gluttonous belch rumbled from her, and reached for the next.

Before long, it followed in a similar fashion.

Bubbles and gurgles churned inside Mei, and the chair creaked beneath her. Especially as D.Va leaned her weight on it as well and rubbed her stomach.

Taking deep breaths, Mei tried desperately to stay calm as the last pizza was brought threateningly towards her.

She felt ready to burst. She wasn’t sure if she could take anymore. D.Va wasn’t certain either, but she wasn’t about to quit now. She grabbed Mei’s chin, held her mouth open, and glanced at the camera. “Is this what you freaks wanted to see?!” she gasped with a wild, unhinged look to her, her hair matted with sweat, and she nearly slipped from where she practically mounted Mei, the sweat making it hard to stay atop her. The chair creaked precariously, but miraculously held as D.Va thrust the final rolled up pizza down her throat, stuffing it down with her hands and forcing Mei to swallow until the gluttonous sounds of swallowing and gurgling gave way to a cacophony of digesting bubbles and groans.

With one final gulp, Mei felt it slide heavily down her gullet, and moaned in agony. Her stomach bubbled, and both girls looked down at it as it seemed to swell with gas, as if some sort of bomb about to detonate–

“UUUUUAAAAAOORRRRP! Nfh!”

Mei’s eyes widened as the rumbling burp poured out of her, the room practically seeming to shake as it left her. Her cheeks were flush, and she tried to speak, but all that left her was a gasp as she heard a stretch, then a tear.

SHHRRRRIPP!

Suddenly, the stretched-thin waistband of her yogapants snapped, the fabric ripping apart as her bloated stomach poured outward, slapping as it plopped heavily into her lap, gurgling and bubbling dangerously. Stretch marks were now plain to see across her hips from how quickly she’d been piling on weight.

As the pants split, D.Va watched with a dry mouth as Mei’s ass spilled over the back of them, the tight remains of the pants rolling down her ass and thighs and covering far less of her now with what remained.

D.Va stared at the tightly-stretched panties over Mei’s ass for a long moment before finally snapping out of it, leaning forward to end the stream.

“A-Alright, guys! It’s been a super good one! Thank you so much to everyone who donated tonight!” D.Va said as she waved to the camera.

Without any more delay, she clicked the cameras off and ended the stream.

What happened? Why didn’t the counter slow down? D.Va wondered.

She glanced over at Mei, gasping and panting in a sweaty heap on the chair, whining as she looked at her ruined pants, trying fruitlessly to pull the waistband back together, only serving to cause it to split more.

D.Va’s gaze, however, lingered on Mei’s stomach. The bloated, churning orb, bright red and stretched with how much was packed inside it. And yet, Mei didn’t even stop. Barely slowed down.

She looked down at her phone. The calorie counter had gotten to 40,000. And despite the stream being over, donations were still rolling in. More than double D.Va had ever seen a single stream make. Not to mention, four times the amount of followers she’d ever pulled in with one.

Maybe this glitch with the counter… wasn’t so bad afterall. Besides, if Mei could eat faster with D.Va feeding her, then… what was the downside?

And just like that, D.Va’s plans continued without a hitch. Day after day, stream after stream. D.Va slowly began to realize that her normal streams were massively underperforming in comparison to the mukbang streams, so she slowly replaced her schedule with more and more of them, inviting Mei over almost every night for one.

And it seemed like every night, Mei ate more than the last. The effects were beginning to show. Her stomach got bigger and more bloated every night. The aftermath was greasier and messier each time. Less and less of her clothes were beginning to fit. The next stream after that night, Mei’s underwear split live on stream, with her chubby legs spread for the whole world to see. D.Va’s stream had gotten a warning for content against stream guidelines, but she knew damn well they’d never actually ban her. And that night, the massive spike in followers made it obvious, fanservice with these streams was the way to go.

The next one, the calorie count hit 50,000. A number no one thought this chubby Chinese girl could handle. But as D.Va plunged the last chili-covered hotdog down Mei’s throat, she burped so hard it burst the strap on her bra. Her tits spilled out on camera, and although she was mortified with embarrassment, D.Va played it up for the camera, groping her and teasing her as she played with her massive breasts, sitting on her lap and rubbing her belly while new followers poured in like a spreading wildfire.

After that, the two started wearing things like bikinis and skin-tight bodysuits for the streams. One night, D.Va even put Mei in lingerie that she promised the viewers she’d burst out of by the end of the stream. And lo and behold, she was right. That was the first time Mei ended a stream naked, packed full of so much greasy fast food that she couldn’t do anything but wheeze and burp as D.Va ended the stream for the night.

D.Va wasn’t sure how they were going to top that, until the chat gave her a brilliant idea during the next stream. As she looked at the chat, she could see the word “KISS!” being spammed over and over as she sat on Mei’s lap, the stuffed Chinese food-balloon gasping for air and barely able to handle another bite.

D.Va had never kissed a girl before, but she wasn’t about to let the fans down now. Anything for views, right?

She put her phone down, grabbed Mei’s grease-stained cheeks, and before a whimper could even leave the glutted girl’s lips, D.Va closed the distance and locked their lips together, her tongue pushing between the disgusting, messy lips of that fat hog of a girl.

Despite how gross of a state Mei was in, she had soft, warm lips. D.Va had to admit that it wasn’t… entirely unpleasant. As Mei’s muffled whining calmed and she slowly began to lean forward into the kiss, D.Va glanced over. Viewers had almost just doubled.

JUST FROM THIS?! D.Va thought in disbelief.

D.Va’s hesitation was gone. She grabbed Mei’s hair and kissed her deeper, wrapping her legs around as much of Mei’s fat hips as she could.

Mei gave nothing but a muffled moan in response. D.Va cringed as she felt Mei burp in her mouth, but even that didn’t make her pull away, just doubling down as she madeout with the sloppy pig.

Without thinking, even as stuffed as she was, Mei tried to reach her hands around D.Va, her chubby, butter-soaked fingers tracing the string of D.Va’s bikini, and grabbing the Korean girl’s ass as tight as she could.

D.Va didn’t even hear the chair creaking as she practically humped Mei’s bloated belly. Mei whimpered with each gurgle it rocked inside her, but D.Va didn’t stop, her breath going ragged as she went faster and faster. She felt Mei burp in her mouth again, and she practically pushed her tongue down Mei’s throat in return.

Followers spilled like a flood, and D.Va kept glancing over at the numbers until suddenly–

One billion.

As the number appeared before her on the screen, D.Va felt as though her heart would stop. Though, if that were to happen to anyone in the room, D.Va doubted it would’ve been her.

She squealed with delight in Mei’s mouth, throwing a fist up in victory.

However, that was the only movement it took. The straw that broke the camel’s back. With one last creak and buckle, the chair suddenly gave beneath them.

CR-RAAAAACK!

Despite being the one mounted on top, the chair toppled them forward, so D.Va ended up at the bottom of the blubbery avalanche.

She felt the air pulled from her as Mei’s body came crashing down on top of her, the jiggling blubber burying her alive.

They both moaned and gasped, trying to figure out what just happened and snap out of the daze.

H-How is she… THIS heavy?! D.Va thought to herself, pushing her hands out to try and lift the payload-sized girl off of her. Mei was easily past 300 pounds now, and it was exceptionally clear to D.Va now that she could feel it for herself.

“I-I’m so sorry! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” Mei whined above D.Va, tears corning her eyes.

D.Va wasn’t in the mood for Mei to be playing the victim here. “Just… shut up and try to roll your fat ass over!” D.Va groaned breathlessly.

After a minute of struggling, the two managed to untangle, collapsing in a grease-covered pile on the floor.

Tiredly, D.Va reached over to end the stream with a half-assed goodbye to everyone. As she reached for her phone, she was shocked to see herself on a front headline already, her butter-covered ass with Mei’s chubby hand on it being used as the clickbait thumbnail, with the words “Overwatch Agent/Streamer D.Va’s New Cow-Sized Girlfriend?!” in bold.

D.Va’s face went a bit red. Is this how she wanted the world to know her?

But, then it clicked. Who cares? No publicity is bad publicity. As long as the world did know her. That’s all that mattered. She smiled, and put her phone away to help Mei up.

The next stream, D.Va didn’t waste any time. She’d ordered a new extra heavy-duty gaming chair, and as soon as Mei sat down and got to gorging, D.Va wrapped herself around her like a scarf. There wasn’t much left to the imagination with the three-sizes-too-small bikini Mei was stuffed in, so it gave D.Va plenty of spots to grope, squeeze, kiss, and even lick once the followers started coming in by the hundreds.

Mei moaned and panted as she ate, her face bright red and sweat beading down her and making her entire body slick in mere minutes. D.Va took it as an opportunity, licking the sweat off of her and winking at the camera as she pretended to love the taste.

She couldn’t feed Mei as much anymore now that she was busy with her own task, so they needed a new way to catch up to the calorie count.

That was probably Mei’s least favourite part. All of the already unhealthy food they ordered had to be ‘upgraded’, as D.Va had said.

Dunked in melted cheese. Drowned in melted butter. Covered in frosting. Everything Mei ate had to be at least one of those, sometimes multiple. The way D.Va saw it, they had to ‘game the calorie meta’ here. With the rate that followers and donations poured in, the counter now regularly passed 70,000, so they needed ways to keep up.

However, those little ‘hacks’ had their downsides. Mei had never felt more unhealthy. She felt lethargic. Greasy. She gasped and burped just with the effort to sit up and reach for food. Her movements were heavy and sluggish, and the feeling that she could burst out of her clothes at any second didn’t help. Neither did having D.Va wrapped around her constantly, the small Korean girl’s groping and kissing making her breath hot and causing a small puddle of sticky excitement to pool between her fat thighs, staining the chair. It made her feel like such a pig.

And it wasn’t like she could raise the point to D.Va. If she so much as tried to open her mouth, she’d find it stuffed with a cheese-soaked hotdog or a butter-drenched dumpling or a fried donut buried with frosting.

As fun as it was at the start, Mei was beginning to think maybe there was such a thing as too much junkfood. Had Mercy been… right?

She whined as the top of her bikini exploded off of her, and D.Va gave a smirk as she hefted the enormous tits up with her small hands, sucking Mei’s fat nipples and biting them teasingly. Mei moaned breathlessly, spreading her legs unconsciously as she felt the heat pool under her. But the movement only caused the stretched string of her bikini to snap at last.

She was going to tell D.Va about it, as if the threat of being banned from streaming for inappropriate nudity was any sort of fear to her, but her breath caught as she felt D.Va lift her beachball of a gut, and slip her dainty fingers between the blubbery lips of Mei’s pussy.

A girlish whimper left Mei’s lips as D.Va pushed her touch inside, her fingers rubbing gentle circles that began to grow faster and faster as D.Va’s warm tongue dragged across her bouncing breasts.

For a moment, the unhealthiness of it all vanished in her mind as Mei was quickly tossed into the throes of an overstuffed orgasm.

Mei was left panting and sweating for a long moment. She tried to look over herself to see D.Va, but as she did, found nothing but donuts crammed in her mouth.

D.Va smiled as Mei swallowed them down obediently.

“I thought that might help you fit some more down~.” D.Va purred in her ear with a smirk.

As D.Va ended the stream that night, she got a good luck at the beached whale in her chair. Mei’s massive breasts were now almost twice as big as they were when she’d first started. But even that didn’t match how much her ass had ballooned and her thighs had thickened, or how much blubbery fat now covered her hips and belly and softened her arms. Her face had fattened up considerably, giving her a permanent double-chin with a third quickly on its way.

As Mei swallowed, finally hoping she had enough breath in her lungs to speak, she tried to sit up, glancing lazily over at D.Va.

“S-So… BRUUOORP! Ngh… H-Hana? This is a lot of fun, b-but, uhm… h-how much longer do you think we’ll do this?” she weakly asked.

D.Va checked the stream’s performance one last time, before shaking her head as what Mei said finally dawned on her. “W-What? What do you mean?”

“I-I just… hnngh… d-don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, y-y’know?”

D.Va’s heart sank. No! She couldn’t lose her star like this!

“I-Is this about what Mercy said?! Don’t listen to her! We figured out what works! If we just start double-soaking everything you eat, I think it’ll be even easier to keep up w–”

“I don’t want to, D.Va! I started doing this to eat yummy food! Do you know how hard it is to choke down something when all I can taste is butter?!” Mei snapped, huffing as her face went red with frustration and breathlessness alike.

“Seriously, you pig?! All you care about is the food?! We’re getting the highest numbers I’ve ever seen! Does that mean nothing to you?!”

Mei just looked at her with betrayal, and a bit of pain in her eyes. “No matter what I started doing this for… I promise you it wasn’t for the stupid numbers.” Mei huffed with a quivering lip.

She struggled getting out of that chair, but D.Va didn’t even bother helping her. She let the fat cow waddle herself to the door.

“You can’t drive home naked. Just take a blanket or something from the couch.” D.Va called to her, rubbing her forehead from the headache she’d given herself. “And don’t forget about the stream tomorrow!” she called as quickly as she could, hearing the door slam shut.

The next night, D.Va put on her blue bodysuit. She’d let the fans vote what both of them would wear that night. Mei would be putting on a tiny cow bikini, but D.Va would wear her MEKA bodysuit. D.Va wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like that always won most votes. People loved a girl in uniform, she supposed.

However, one thing that was concerning her was how Mei still wasn’t here. The stream didn’t start for another five minutes, but Mei always showed up early.

She took out her phone, and sent Mei a text.

“Almost here? hurry! start in 5!!”

D.Va sighed, wondering if Mei was still mad about last night.

Why should she be?! She was being completely unreasonable! ‘Oh, boo-hoo! I thought you’d be giving me better food!’ How about you be grateful that I’m supplying your fatass with enough to feed a barn in the first place?

But as the stream rapidly approached, D.Va began to panic. She watched the timer tick down, second by second, and still no sign of Mei. She sent a barrage of frantic texts, but still no reply.

Nervously, she turned the cameras on, wondering if she could get away with a normal gaming stream tonight. When was the last time she’d even done one of those? A week? Two?

“Hey guys!” she said with a cutesy wave to the camera. “Mei’s not here yet, but–”

She was interrupted by a vibration of her phone. She pulled it out, relief at last as she saw it was a message from Mei.

However, it wasn’t what she wanted to read.

“Can’t. Sick. Sorry.”

SICK?!

D.Va felt her blood run cold. What was she going to do?

“A-Actually… M-Mei’s not gonna be here tonight at all, unfortunately. She, uh… got sick, it seems. S-So… we’re gonna… do some… uh, what games are out this week?”

She browsed a few storepages, but immediately, she could see the chat rolling in.

“What?! No mukbang tonight?!

“Give us Mei!!!”

“bring the cow back! :(“

“all that food is going to waste?!”

“YEAH! WE CAN SEE THE FOOD IN THE BACKGROUND! DON’T LET IT GO TO WASTE!!”

“fck this, i’m unfollowing”

“No Mei? No problem! Get eating!”

“Yeah!! eat! Eat!”

D.Va swallowed as she read that, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Me?! They must be crazy!

But more and more rolled in. Demands to see someone clean those bags of food out. Demands to see D.Va fill in for Mei, lest she suffer the wrath of all the followers she’d lose tonight.

She swallowed nervously, looking down at her cute, sexy body in her tight jumpsuit. With a smirk, she tilted the camera down towards it, putting on a fake look of distress.

“Oh, come on, guys~. You wouldn’t want to see this ruined, would you~?” she purred flirtatiously.

But her heart sank at the overwhelming response. A spamming sea of a singular word.

“YES.”

She was left alone with the piranhas that she’d been feeding Mei to all this time.

What had she gotten herself into?

With a shaky breath, she slowly nodded.

“O-Okay. W-Well, D-D.Va never disappoints her fans…” she said with a nervous facade of a smile.

It’s just one night. Mei’s been doing this for weeks. What damage could I possibly do in a single night?

Shakily, her hand reached over to start the counter and enable donations. “A-Alright! G-Go easy on me, you guys! H-Hah….”

The second she clicked, she immediately regretted it. It was as if they were trying to be cruel in return for Mei being missing. As if it were D.Va’s fault.

Before D.Va could even reach for a bag, the counter was at 1,000.

She panicked, fumbling to grab the first bag.

She scrunched her face in disgust as she pulled out the greasy burrito. Fastfood had never really bothered her before, but she’d grown a distaste for it watching Mei gorge herself on it nonstop as of late.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it, D.Va shuddered as she dipped it into a large tub of melted butter, gagging as she felt how slick it made her hand.

Shakily bringing the monstrosity to her lips, she took the first bite.

She coughed, trying not to throw up. It was foul. How had Mei even managed this??

Swallowing through sheer will alone, D.Va continued along. She needed to eat fast. She couldn’t let the counter leave her behind. If she did, it was all over.

D.Va reached for the bag of hotdogs next. Dunking them in the cheese, she made a show of eating them as lewdly as possible, chili dripping onto her breasts. Though they were much smaller than Mei’s, at least she knew how to present herself irresistibly.

However, she watched the counter tick up even faster. Sure, she was getting more followers, but it wasn’t worth it. She couldn’t screw around and play it up for the camera. She really needed to focus.

After the first couple bags were done, D.Va already felt stuffed. That was more than she ever normally ate. And even worse, despite not having much of a particularly healthy daily diet, this food was FAR more greasy and fattening than anything she normally ate. Hell, calling it ‘food’ was very generous.

It was like some sort of science project designed to pile fat on someone’s figure like they were about to go into hibernation.

And yet, the counter continued, unphased by D.Va’s silent pleas for mercy.

She swallowed, huffing as she sat forward.

Alright. No more messing around!

She reached forward, and in swift movements, dunked the food in whatever she could. Butter, sauce, it didn’t matter. She drenched it in whatever would pack on the calories fastest, and stuffed it down her throat, trying her best to not taste it.

With pained swallows, she let it slip right down her gullet. Her throat bulged with each mouthful she crammed down. It was unsightly. It was grotesque. It was exactly what the audience wanted to see. Followers poured in, and for the first time, D.Va whimpered with dread as she saw them.

N-No! Stop! No more!

Choking down what she already had, she reached for the next bag. And the next.

More and more. It never seemed to stop.

Slowly, the consequences began to show. Her suit felt tighter every time she leaned forward. Her stomach groaned and bubbled similar to how Mei’s always did. Her belly wasn’t ready for this onslaught, and its complaints were audible.

D.Va did her best to ignore them, stuffing more down.

You’ve got this. You’ve got this.

“BRUUUUOORRRP! Ungh… hnnfh….”

D.Va’s face went red. She’d never burped like that before. It disgusted her, and she whined, before realizing she was wasting precious time.

Another bag gone, pizza shoved down her throat, staining her lips with cheese and grease. Her suit stretched and creaked.

Fuck! It’s so tight!

She couldn’t dwell on that. She could work this off afterward. Just one night of this. People take cheat days all the time, right? How much worse could this be than that?

The counter ticked up. 20,000. 30,000.

As she finally reached 40,000, D.Va felt as though she were going to explode. She couldn’t speak. She only gasped and burped, the churning pressure inside her making her pant and sweat, laying back in the seat in agony.

She glanced up, hoping for some sort of miracle, as if the stream would cut out. But she wasn’t so lucky. The timer ticked on, leaving her behind for every second she wasted.

Wanting to cry, D.Va grit her teeth. A second wind. She sat up, determined to finish this.

Bring it on.

She filled her hands with foods from different bags, not caring what went into her mouth. Only that it went down her gullet as quickly as possible. She winced as it stretched her throat. She barely even chewed at all. She didn’t need to. Whatever was stuck in there, she washed it down with a swig of soda when she needed to.

As minutes ticked by, the stream had peaked with more new followers in a single night than she’d ever seen. A hundred million new fans in a single night. It was unheard of.

D.Va just prayed that this wasn’t what they’d remember her for.

By the end of the stream, D.Va had finally caught up. The counter’s grand total?

70,000 calories.

D.Va laid catatonic in her seat. She couldn’t even end the stream. Bubbles and gurgles loud enough to pick up on the stream audio was all that the audience heard, with the occasional thundering belch and the stretching of her suit’s fabric around her enormous orb of a stomach.

She couldn’t move. She was too heavy, too sore, and she felt like she would genuinely burst at the seams if she tried to make any sudden moves.

Finally after about ten minutes, she managed to wheel the chair over towards her desk, lazily raising her hand up to the mouse to click the stream off.

“Nngggh… Good–BRUUUUUAAAOOORRP!–bye.” she huffed unceremoniously, ending the stream at last.

She’d done it. She wasn’t sure how, but she’d done it. Was it worth it? Probably not. But at least her mantra had stayed true.

D.Va never disappointed her fans.

She was content just passing out into a food coma like that, but suddenly, her bright screen flashed back on. She squinted her eyes, groaning as the light woke her from her half-conscious state, and she looked up lethargically.

Her heart stopped.

There was her stream. Replaying right in front of her. She looked at herself, stuffed beyond comprehension, gluttonously cramming the disgusting food into her mouth.

What happened? Why was this playing for her?

Then, she looked down, and saw the same thing playing on her phone screen.

As lights illuminated from the windows in the apartment complex across the street, she looked out her window.

D.Va’s face went white.

The clip of her gorging herself… it was playing everywhere. On every screen.

W-Who… who had done this? Who could do this?! What person was capable of putting this clip on every single screen in the city? What if it wasn’t just the city?! What if it was… the entire world?!

The latina hacker behind it didn’t even cross D.Va’s mind. Her fury was all pointed towards one person. Her blood boiled as she realized who was to truly blame for all this.

Mei. She would be the end of her online career.

D.Va shook with rage.

She wasn’t sure how, but through sheer will and raw adrenaline, she dug her nails into the arms of her chair, and lifted herself.

She didn’t bother getting changed. What was the point? What would even fit her in this state? Instead, she simply waddled to the door with shaking knees.

She needed to find Mei. Someone had to pay for this.

Driving was out of the question, so D.Va had to order a cab. She paid the driver twice his rates to shut up and not ask her any questions. She wasn’t in the mood. Not right now.

In a timely manner, she found herself outside of Mei’s complex. D.Va waddled inside, cradling her churning gut the whole time, moaning as it bubbled and groaned ominously.

She practically laughed at the thought of taking the stairs, so she waited impatiently for the elevator to come. As soon as the doors opened, she stormed in.

Anyone in the floor below could hear the heavy footfalls of D.Va’s angry waddle through the hallway. Finally, once she came face to face with Mei’s apartment door, she took a deep breath, balling her fist.

D.Va was about to knock, before she looked at the door curiously, noticing it was slightly ajar. Was Mei really that sick that she forgot to even close her door?

She let herself in, looking around the place.

“Mei? Mei!”

Her apartment was decently-sized, but it was no manor. It wouldn’t be too hard to find where she was. However, it seemed to take twice as long with the painful waddle that D.Va had as she cradled her gurgling stomach. Finally, D.Va rounded the corner, and saw Mei’s bedroom.

She pushed the door open slowly, as she stepped through, D.Va’s felt a rage burning inside her.

There was Mei, fast asleep in her bed. And all around the room, empty fastfood bags that she’d glutted herself on until she fell into a food coma.

The thing that confused D.Va, however, was the tube in her mouth as she slept. Connected to the ice-container that Snowball slept on, it seemed to slowly be blowing air into her.

D.Va watched as with each breath, Mei’s stomach seemed to fill tighter and tighter, before finally, as it seemed to reach its maximum tautness, the tube went slack and the air began to leave Mei’s mouth.

At last, it clicked.

She was stretching out her stomach.

That was how she’d been able to stomach so much. Every night, she stretched out her stomach to expand its capacity just so she could eat all the food she could.

D.Va’s fists clenched, and she shook with anger. “You cow… all of this just so you could gorge on whatever you wanted…” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

D.Va considered flicking the machine onto ‘snowstorm’ mode and seeing Mei pop like a balloon, but she calmed herself down, taking a deep breath.

Finally, she decided what she’d do. She took her phone out, and began dialing Mei’s favourite takeout joints.

“Alright, Mei. You wanna be able to eat all your favourite junkfood? Sounds like a plan to me!” she said under her breath as she began placing the orders.

Mercy groaned as she slowly lifted her head in the dark office. Had she… really fallen asleep at her desk again?

She checked her watch, and sighed as she saw how late it was. With all the stress the team seemed to put on her, it felt as though she slept at her desk more than she slept in her own bed.

She rubbed her eyes, before the singular light in the room caught her attention; her computer monitor.

Instead of the health records spreadsheet she’d left it on, the screen had instead pulled up a picture of a very familiar individual… though she looked quite a bit rounder.

There sat D.Va, a dome of a pregnant-looking belly in her lap, covered in grease, cheese, sauce, and a thousand other messy stains. She practically looked to be in a coma in her chair, and the headline over the picture read “SEXY STREAMER EXTAORDINAIRE FOLLOWS GIRLFRIEND’S LEAD, BECOMES NEXT PIG OF OVERWATCH TEAM!”

Mercy sat there in shock, eye twitching in frustration. D.Va, one of her biggest stressors, seemed to be getting even bigger. It all made sense now. Of course this was D.Va’s fault. Probably another one of her schemes to grow her internet popularity.

She took a deep breath, put on her uniform, and grabbed her staff. Normally, she’d just take a cab, but this was all the way in Asia. She adjusted the monitors on her wings, and stepped outside in the parking lot. With a deep breath, she leapt, spreading her wings to take flight. She’d need to find Mei and talk some sense into her before D.Va caused any more trouble for the poor girl.

Mercy was exhausted by the time she entered Asian airspace. It wasn’t exactly a short flight, and even though her suit could dampen air resistance, it was still horrible on her neck to fly for that long of distances.

She groaned as she landed in the parking lot of Mei’s complex.

Taking the stairs for a bit of cardio, she finally made her way towards the apartment. Needless to say, she was a bit concerned as she saw piles of empty pizza boxes and takeout bags littered in front of her door.

She knocked, before she heard D.Va’s voice call “Just bring it inside and put it anywhere!”

Mercy glowered, and threw the door open. She raced towards where the voice had come from, ready to give D.Va a stern word, before her voice died in her throat.

The sight was… indescribable.

She could hear nothing but gurgling, churning, and muffled whimpers. The room was lined from wall-to-wall with greasy fastfoods and empty containers. At the center of the room, Mei’s bed creaked with the enormous form it carried. Mercy hardly believed it was Mei she was looking at. Or, rather, it was Mei’s desperately shaking fat legs, and her enormous underbelly. Since that was all that was visible from this angle.

The enormous form of Mei’s stomach eclipsed the rest of her. And sat atop it, like a princess of her castle, D.Va smirked wickedly as she leaned down to cram greasy cheeseburgers and slices of pizza between Mei’s gasping lips, grinding her hips against the gargantuan belly she sat atop.

“D.Va! What is going on?!” she cried.

D.Va fired a glare over her shoulder. “Mercy?! What are you doing here?!”

The doctor, though red-faced at the sight before her, returned the glare.

“Stopping you from… whatever it is this is! You can’t do this to Mei! She’s already spiraling from her diet!”

D.Va snorted at that. “Oh, please! Diet! It’s a bit late for that! Besides, she should have thought about that before she embarrassed me in front of all my fans!” D.Va snapped with a fiery rage.

Mercy was a bit taken aback by the anger, but held her staff in a confident pose to try and intimidate the D.Va.

“Listen here, you bloated brat! This has gone on quite enough! Get off of Mei this instant, before something bad happen–”

D.Va snapped her head towards Mercy as the name she’d called her, gritting her teeth.

“Don’t even try it! You try to stop me, and I’ll tell Pharah about that little picture you still have of her!”

Mercy’s face immediately went crimson. “How did you–”

“Now, if you want to help poor Mei here, I happen to know that she can stomach quite a bit more if someone gives her a little… distraction~...”

Mercy was confused, until D.Va smirked and gestured down towards under Mei’s heaving belly.

Mercy glanced down, seeing Mei’s spread thighs. Under her bloated stomach, the blubbery lips of her pussy were completely visible, practically burying the stretched fabric of her panties that were quickly disappearing.

The doctor gasped, stunned. “You don’t mean–”

D.Va smiled. “Get to work, doctor~.” she mused. Mei only whimpered. It was as if she barely had any concept of what was happening, stuffed to such a degree that her mind was completely clouded.

Mercy swallowed. Was she really about to do this? It was… grotesque. Inappropriate. Utterly morbid!

So… why was she stepping forward? It was as if she were in a trance, slowly lifting Mei’s belly up, shuddering with shameful delight as she felt the tautly-stuffed blubber.

Would this really help? Was this dangerous? How much had Mei eaten already?

Slowly, she let her hand gently slide down the circumference of Mei’s orb of a gut, before carefully slipping between her thighs.

Mei made a gluttonous groan, burping and moaning like a whale as she spread her legs, seeming to welcome the distraction of pleasure if it meant not feeling the burning fullness in her stomach.

Mercy shuddered as she felt her fingers slip against the sticky lips of Mei’s pussy. It was so… fat! It truly felt like lips of blubber. It took a bit of effort to even pull Mei’s panties out from her slit. Finally, Mercy pushed her hand carefully beneath the tight underwear, and let her fingertips slip inside.

Mei whimpered with a muffled cry, her body rocking as soon as Mercy started.

Immediately, the doctor’s cheeks went red. She was completely flustered. She swallowed, and started pleasuring the bloated girl, gently at first. Then… as her own excitement grew, she began going faster… and faster….

D.Va smiled wickedly down at Mei.

“That’s right. You should have thought twice about double-crossing me. After I was nice enough to keep your fat butt nice and fed, too!” D.Va berated her, before cramming an enormous hotdog straight down Mei’s throat, the buttery sausage causing a bulge in her gullet before she managed to choke it down, gasping.

More. More. More. How long had she been stuffing Mei for? An hour? Longer? She was determined to cram this fat cow with more calories than ever before on stream. Not for anyone’s amusement but her own. This was revenge, plain and simple. As the stomach below her stretched taut, D.Va even allowed herself to indulge, grinding her hips back and forth, moans of delight escaping her. Although the new encumbering weight on her waist was impossible to ignore, this felt… amazing.

The sweet indulgence of revenge.

Mei could barely tell what was happening. She could hardly think. She could taste the sickening flavours of junkfood passing through her lips and cramming down her throat, but every other sensation felt… hazy. Though, she could tell something was between her legs. It felt… amazing. It was almost enough to drown out the strain in her swollen stomach.

She whimpered and whined. Why was her stomach getting tighter? Why was she still eating? Was someone feeding her, or was it her own hand? Wait… she couldn’t move her arms. Why… why did she feel so heavy?

The sounds of gorging filled the room. Mercy kept up with her desperate efforts to distract Mei, and D.Va did as she said she would, packing Mei more and more until it seemed like she had to actively push down whatever food was lodged in her gullet. As if every inch of the bloated blimp was packed with junkfood. Sweat poured from her, almost enough to make D.Va slip off. She was careful of how she moved, but she couldn’t stop grinding her hips against Mei’s fat gut. It felt so good feeling the pressure rumble and bubble inside her.

How’s that, Mei?! Worth it, yet?! Have you gotten to taste everything you wanted?! Maybe once you’ve eaten from every place in the city, you’ll… oh god! I’m gonna–... I’m–

Suddenly, as the pressure inside Mei’s churning gut seemed to peak, D.Va gasped as she felt Mei’s belly button pop out underneath her. She felt it push against her cameltoe through her tight suit, and that was what pushed her over the edge. Her eyes rolled as she mewled with orgasmic delight, cumming and making Mei’s new outie sticky with her excitement.

She gasped, a bit of the adrenaline of her anger dying down as she seemed to settle into the afterglow of her climax.

“Holy… hff… shit….” she panted.

But as she came down, Mei was pushed over. Mercy whimpered as she buried her fingers deep into Mei’s blubbery sex, practically seeming addicted with the noises that the fat cow made as her bed creaked beneath her.

Mercy squirmed and pushed her thighs together as she felt herself grow wet with every noise that escaped Mei between burps and groans.

And as she plunged her fingers inside the gorged Chinese girl, Mei gasped, an overstimulated scream of orgasmic release pushing out of her between the overstuffed burps.

But as the energy of climax subsided, everyone fell silent. A rumbling began to fill the room.

D.Va’s eyes widened, and she looked down. Mei’s stomach seemed to throb and churn. Mei’s face went red and strained as she felt her belly heave and rumble.

Carefully, D.Va got off of Mei, a nervous glance to her.

“M-Mei…? You… alright?”

Mei didn’t respond. She kept her lips sealed, her cheeks puffing. Pressure was building.

Her stomach visibly bloated, like a balloon on the verge of bursting.

D.Va and Mercy shared a glance.

“S-She’s gonna blow!” D.Va cried, looking around in a panic.

Snowball made a small whirring sound as it flew around the room frantically, a face of panic on its small emoting screen.

Mercy slowly stepped back, her heart sinking in guilt. Would Mei really… burst? If she really did, then Mercy was partly to blame. She hadn’t stopped this. She’d even taken part in it!

Her legs felt shaky. She grabbed her staff to hold herself up. She could barely think.

As the doctor seemed to have a silent meltdown in the corner, D.Va’s eyes went wide as she spotted the staff in her hands.

“Mercy! Your staff!” she called.

Mercy looked up at her in confusion.

“It heals people, right? So it could probably keep Mei from exploding!”

Using the word ‘explode’ so freely made a panicked whimper come from Mei. D.Va mouthed a quick apology to her.

“I-It’s… a little more complicated than that, D.Va! It doesn’t just–”

“Oh my god, don’t give me a lesson on the stupid thing! Just try it! Unless you have a better idea!” D.Va cried.

Mercy glared at her, huffing in frustration, before taking hold of the staff, readying its aim at Mei.

“My ‘better idea’ is that you two listen to me next time!” she snapped, before firing the beam at Mei on the bed.

Everyone held their breath as the golden glow enveloped Mei’s body. The churning and rumbling continued, and Mei’s face scrunched as the pressure grew unbearable. Stretch marks lined her glutted body.

D.Va was beginning to lose hope. Maybe this wouldn’t work after all.

Especially as Mei’s cheeks puffed once again, her eyes bulging.

D.Va and Mercy both ducked their heads, ready to take cover, before–

“UUUUAAAAARRRRRP!”

D.Va felt the room shake. The bed creaked and cracked before part of it seemed to snap and give way beneath the mattress, Mei bouncing as she dropped an inch or two down, her bloated body swaying ominously.

But as the blast of pressure released from her mouth, she gasped, panting for air.

Some of the red slowly left her face, and D.Va rushed over to her, wiping the sweat off her cheeks.

“Mei! Are you okay?” she asked, swallowing nervously as Mei’s head spun and her eyes seemed dazed.

After a moment, she blinked, and glanced up at D.Va.

“Hana…?”

D.Va gave a small smile, nodding. “Yeah. Mercy’s here too.”

Mei gave a weak smile, before she looked away, as if afraid that she was in trouble for something. “I… Uorp! Ngh… I’m… not actually sick.”

D.Va’s brow furrowed. She couldn’t believe Mei was worried about that right now. “Mei, don’t be silly. I’m not upset about that anymore. I… pushed you a little too far. I’m… I’m so sorry.” D.Va apologized, shame written on her features.

Mei looked up at her with sad eyes. “I just… didn’t want to let you down, is all. And I… I don’t know if it was a show for the camera, but… I… I liked being your… girlfriend.” she admitted shyly, her face bright red once more as she said the words.

D.Va’s mouth was agape. She was a bit stunned. Was it all a show for the camera? She’d never really thought about it. It… certainly started to feel real.

Slowly, her lips curled into a smile. Not a devious one. Not one with a plan. But a warm smile. One that was happy to be holding Mei like this.

“Well, I guess as an apology, I could let you be my girlfriend then. Why don’t I treat you to your favourites~?” D.Va flirted teasingly, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Mei’s lips.

Mei giggled shyly. “Stream same time tomorrow night?”

D.Va shook her head. “Didn’t schedule one tomorrow. I think it’d be more fun to feed you on the couch this time. No cameras.”

They both smiled, looking at eachother for a moment, before they returned to a much longer kiss. One that neither of them minded if it lasted the whole night.

The only problem was an awkwardly-wandering Mercy. She was still shaking. She didn’t care much for excitement like that. She felt exhausted. She swallowed, taking a deep breath, and looking at her staff.

“Thank goodness for the miracle of science…” she breathed in relief, rubbing her sore neck. This stress would be the death of her. “The things I’d do for some Swiss chocolates right now…” she groaned.