Zarya Has a Bad Streaming Experience

“Smile, gordita,” Sombra teased, looking away from the camera for a moment to smirk at Zarya, “The stream’s about to start, and you want to look good in front of the world now, don’t you?”
Zarya smouldered, eyes burning beneath her strong brow as she did her best to smite the cocky hacker with the fury of her gaze alone. Only a few days ago it would have been so trivial to get to her feet, to grab the smaller girl with both hands and to break her in half. Today though…
She didn’t know exactly what Talon had been pumping into her these past days – some sickening mix of chemicals and double cream, from the taste – but its effects had been drastic and immediate. She’d woken up the morning after her capture in a body that felt so different that she doubted for a moment that it was even hers. It was heavy and swollen, the powerful muscles she’d spent so long cultivating, shaping over years in the gym like a sculptor, suddenly buried under layers and cushions of thick, yielding fat. Her midsection in particular had suffered, her perfect abs obliterated by a bulging pot-belly which completely buried the definition she’d spent so long crafting. She’d only really accepted that this flabby, overindulged body as her own was when she’d raised an arm and seen the jagged 512 tattoo on her shoulder, now faded and stretched out of shape by new fat softening what had once been pure muscle and bone.

And that had been after only one day. Now, with nearly a week’s worth of the infernal fattening liquid inside her…

“Stream is live in five, four-” Sombra began counting down, and Zarya stared into the blinking red light on the camera with a sick feeling in her stomach – and not just from the force-feeding, “three, two, one – live.”
The light on the camera turned green, and at once the image of Zarya, bloated and sagging and slumped on a lumpy old couch, was appearing on countless televisions, computer monitors and just about anything else that had an internet connection and hackable software the world over. The entirety of her pale, naked bulk was on full display for tens of millions of eyes, barely even recognisable as a human form.

“Good evening,” Sombra stepped into shot, her form obfuscated on the stream by a shifting mass of pixels, her voice distorted beyond recognition, “Some among you may recognise the shape on the couch as former athlete Aleksandra Zaryanova. She didn’t think that Talon was a threat. She has learned her lesson.”
As Sombra spoke, Zarya strained against the restraints that kept her arms pinned behind her, what musculature that still existed beneath the flabby folds flexing and struggling, and for a moment she thought she felt the metal cuffs begin to bend.
“This is what’s left of your best and brightest,” Sombra continued, turning towards Zarya with a grin, “This was once a great example of Russian might, and in only a week we turned it into a soft, useless heap of fat! This is the example we have chosen, and if you do not comply with our demands we will not hesitate to-”

With a sudden roar, Zarya heaved, and with a crack the cuffs burst apart, her entire body jiggling with the sudden explosion of movement. Before Sombra could react, Zarya heaved herself to her feet and lunged at the smug little hacker, furious beyond words, the rage of a Russian bear burning inside of her as she ripped the tiny girl limb from limb.
Well, that was the idea anyway, but the absurd amount of fat clinging to her body made moving feel like swimming through syrup, every movement sluggish and exhausting. Sombra danced easily away from her clutching hands with a laugh and Zarya almost tumbled over as her momentum continued to drag her forwards, sweat pouring down her pasty face as she managed to turn and grab again at her infuriating foe.
Sombra just ducked under Zarya’s fat, grasping fingers though, slipping aside like a matador dodging a bull, even giving her a mocking tap on the nose as the fat Russian thundered past, all sweat and wheezing and fury.
“Boop,” she smirked, turning to the camera as Zarya’s exhaustion caught up with her and she slumped to her knees in the background, belly pouring down her legs and brushing against the floor as she gasped and groaned and tried unsuccessfully to catch her breath. “Well, that’s embarrassing! I don’t know why we even bothered restraining her, really – at her size, she’s hardly a danger. Unless you’re a plate of pierogi, anyway!”

Her face flushing red with anger and humiliation, Zarya tried desperately to heave herself to her feet, but even her powerful muscles couldn’t leverage so much sheer bulk. She was paralysed inside her own flabby, a useless heap of sweaty, jiggling fat, trying and failing to get to her feet as the entire world watched.
“I’ll be honest, this is getting pretty sad, so let’s wrap this up,” Sombra shook her head in faux disappointment, “You’ll be receiving our demands, we’re not to be trifled with, blah blah blah. As for this, uh… thing,” she gestured to Zarya’s quivering backside, obviously enjoying herself immensely, “We’ll let it go free. Take it as a lasting warning of what we’re willing to do.”
And with that the light on the camera flickered back to red, and the two women were left alone as the eyes of the world turned away once again.
“I wasn’t lying, you’re free to go. We’ll be long gone before you can lead anyone back here,” Sombra told her, “That’s assuming that you can actually get to your feet anyway. Hmm… just think of it like weightlifting, only the weights you’re lifting are your own blubbery body, and you’re also an embarrassing disgrace to your nation.”
Zarya wheezed and puffed, sweat dripping from her nose onto the dirty warehouse floor. After a moment though, she managed to summon up enough breath to gasp out a sentence.
“I’ll- I’ll come back for you… I’ll lose all this… and I’ll come back to kill you…” she promised, even as her vision blurred with exhaustion. Sombra didn’t seem intimidated though. If anything, she just seemed amused.
“Lose it all? Oh, poor gordita… I’m afraid that that’s not going to happen. I’m sorry, but the methods we used to get you fat so quickly aren’t exactly reversible. This is your body now. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

And at once all the rage left Zarya’s body and she slumped down flat onto the floor, trying not to cry as her belly and breasts pancaked out beneath her.