The Carnival (Sombra) - An Overwatch Weight Gain

    Sombra crawled out of an old, rusty shaft on the top of a mountain. The fresh air was sending shivers down the woman's spine, while she looked down to the square in the bottom of the mountain. There was something down there, that caused it to be much more flashy and noisy than usual. She didn't know what was going on since she was on a mission in the past week. She heard about a small festival, that was about to happen, but, since she just moved in into her new hideout, she didn't know about. It was fairly big, since it not only covered the entire square but the small streets around it, covering them with various booths and many people. A few teenagers were sitting on the edge of the stone platform around the square.
   
    -Well, podría usar una caminata.
    
    She jumped down onto a rooftop, then slowly crept down on the wall, 'till she found an unlocked window. She jumped in, luckily found herself in a bedroom, opened the wardrobe and grabbed a black blouse and a blue trouser. They were slightly loose on her, but that didn't matter since she wouldn't use them for long. Before leaving, she grabbed a backpack, where she stuffed her cloak, then she jumped out of the window, landing with a somersault. Nobody was around, so nobody saw her little stunt, which left her a little disappointed. The street, which she was walking down towards the square and ultimately, her hideout, had a few people walking around, eating various pastries, eclairs, donuts and other foods while carrying a plastic bag, possibly filled with more food.
    By these signs, she already assumed that this was something like a food carnival. When she was stationed in America, she saw a lot of these and, well, they really did a number on her figure. Those were the hardest times in her career, but the best ones by far. Even then, she still needed to do her job. And the flab that she collected over time was in her way, so that had to go, sadly. It wasn't too much, just a bigger cup size and a slightly more jiggly butt and it didn't make her life harder, but that extra weight was still dragging her down a bit.
    As she got closer, the smell of various sweet and salty pastries appeared and got stronger and stronger, confirming her theory about the carnival's purpose. Steam was flooding out of the booths, while people were either eating or paying for the food that was about to be consumed by them with much delight. She marked the first place in the line as her destination, which surprisingly didn't have any line. As she got closer, it became obvious for her why nobody wanted to eat there. Next to the booth was a small area where people could sit down and eat the products that this place sold. But now, instead of many people squishing together on the benches, there was only one truly immense woman, sitting there, stuffing her face with a seemingly endless stack of pastries, that Sombra didn't recognize yet. The woman's blonde hair was sticking to her skull from the sweat, while her clothes were straining around her body. Sombra looked at the omnic in the front with a confused face.

    -Who is this?

    -Frankly, I don't know. I'm in the night shift and she always comes here in the morning. Joe said she's some sort of celebrity, however, he didn't tell me who exactly. I only know what to give her.

    -And what is it?

    -Well, we sell eclairs and Joe said that I should give her as much as she wanted.

    -And what's in them? Eso es lo que le pedí, pero lo que sea.

    -Okay okay. They have our famous quadruple filling, which she eats right now. They also have the extra chocolate topping, with heavy cream mixed in.

    -Um... And it's that adictivo?

    -No, of course not. I'm sure it's the thing that Joe puts in it. They are not even close to being this fattening, too. The carnival only opened at the start of the week and that's not enough time for a human to put this much weight on.

    -Bueno. What about that "quadruple filling"?

    -Oh, you want one? Well, it's your lucky day. It's the last day and every shop has to give a free sample to everyone. Would you like one?

    -Si, gracias.

    The omnic turned around, facing towards the ovens. He grabbed a chunk of dough, kneaded it into a cylinder and filled it with cream. Then he poured chocolate on top of it and put it in one of the ovens. One moment later, the eclair was done and handed to Sombra. It was dripping with cream, staining her gloves instantly. When she took a bite from it, its contents sprayed across her face, shocking her for a moment. She wiped it off, then licked it down from her fingers, bought two other thanked the omnic and continued on her way. Or more like, tried to.
    Before she could move too far, the guy in the next booth already shouted "FREE SAMPLES" into her ear, which she found an irresistible offer, so she turned to face towards him. This one was selling donuts and was actually a representative of the food company, Addonut. The counter was filled with various doughnuts, like yeast donuts, cake donuts, churros and even the Italian bomboloni.

    -Muestras gratis, you say...

    -Yes, ma'am! You can take whichever you want!

    -Well, if you say so... I'll take that!

    -A cake donut? Be vary, they are really delicious and really filling!

    -I heahd abou- *gulp* -about them. Whoa, esto es realmente bueno! I'll buy a dozen.
   
    -A dozen?! Well, it's your body, your business.

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    -Free samples! Free samples!

    -Hey, I heard something like, "free samples", if you know what I mean.

    -Yes, miss, what can I get you?

    -I would like a... hmmm... ah, what are those?

    -These? These are called strudels!

    -I would like one.

    -Which one? We have some with cottage cheese, apples, poppy, cherries-

    -Manzanas? I'll take that.

    -Soo? How is it?

    -Oh, its *gulp* its delicious! I'll buy four!

    -Four apple strudels coming right up!

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    -Free sampl- Ah ma'am, I can see that you want a free sample from our delicious cinnamon rolls! Come here, get one!

    -No *burp* I-I think this is enou-

    -Come on! Please! Don't leave us here like that!

    -F-fine... *gulp* Oh, estos son como el cielo! I'll buy, I don't know, six, maybe?

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    -Miss, come here! Take a free sample from our famous cheesecake!

    -*huff* O-okay...*huff* just...*puff* wait...*huff* no...*buurp* c-could you... feed it to me? My hands are pretty...*huff* full.

    -Yeah, I can see that! Open wideeeee!

    -Hmff! Hmffff! *BUUUUURRRPPP* Wh-why did you fed the WHOLE... *huff* THING to me?!

    -Calm down. Now, do you want to buy anything?

    -W-well, why not? I'll buy two.

    -Great! I'll pack them in.

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    Sombra finally got out of the mass of people that were still roaming around in the carnival. Her huge, distended belly sloshing left and right, causing her not only stomach aches but back pain, too. The blouse's buttons already popped off, but luckily for her, she was still wearing her black and purple tracksuit, which was still covering her entire body. It still outlined her belly pretty much, but so did every other piece of clothing in her current state. Creams and sweet sauces smeared all across her cheeks and hands. She was holding plastic bag in her hands, rested on her inner elbow and larger bags even swung over her shoulder.
    She walked up to a double door, knocked three times simultaneously, then once again and the door immediately opened. She slowly carried herself in, put down the bags on a nearby dinner table, then closed the door with a magnetic lock. The apartment was small but very compact, with the bedroom and the kitchen fused together, while the bathroom was in another room. The whole place was centered around the computer in the middle, with many built-in wires connecting to various home appliances, like the fridge, the microwave, the oven and the small welding machine next to the computer. The room was colored in the colors black and purple, just how she liked it, but to earn it, she had to sacrifice some contacts, since it was not Sombra, who paid for these. It was still Talon that set up her new hideouts after old's location become known to enemies or after they blow up, which was actually what happened to her last one.
    She sat down on her couch, which faced towards her computer, typed something down on the keyboard that was installed into the sofa, which caused the PC to start up, open a browser and open one of the many sites that pirated movies. A film started, but that didn't matter to Sombra since she was already asleep. Her immense belly forced her legs apart, gurgling and sloshing, digesting the food in it.

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    10 Hours Later

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    The sun was sneaking through the curtains that were supposed to block it out, failing miserably. Light shining into the somewhat small room, dimming the other light sources. Large bags covering the kitchen counter, like rocks a beach's otherwise sandy surface. The air was fairly cold, just above the temperature that would make people sick. The large screen, placed on the wall, parallel to the door, was still playing a movie, but of course, not the one originally intended to, however, the sound was muted completely, allowing the woman on the couch to sleep. Speaking of which.
    She was still wearing the tracksuit, however, it was clear, that it was not her size anymore. Her huge bust tore a large hole in the top of it, granting a great view of her cleavage. Her meaty thighs spread out on the sofa, not too much, but they were definitely large, compared to her old ones. Her waist was truly a breathtaking sight if she walked, with a large jiggly bubble, but that was not "tested out" for now. She had a hint of fat on her stomach, but she was broader on the sides, giving her an even "wider" body shape. Her arms have developed bingo wings, while the only place where she didn't gain any significant weight was her face, which just looked a bit fuller than normal.
    Sombra finally awoke, immediately noticing her recent change when she stretched out her arms and felt their increased weight. She looked downwards, seeing her large breasts and her fat legs, a small smile appeared on her face. The sight really satisfied her, as she cupped up her left breast with one hand, slowly pushing it out of the tracksuit. As she succeeded in doing so, she started fondling it, while walking to the kitchen counter. As she looked up from her business, straight at the plastic bags, her subtle smile became a happy grin, as she looked into a random bag and pulled out a pack of donuts. The box felt heavy, especially with her newfound flab. She put it down on the arm of the sofa after she walked back to it, and opened the pack. She picked out one with chocolate glaze, took a bite in it, then wiped her mouth with the tracksuit's sleeve. She quickly stuffed the rest in her mouth, before eating another one, now with vanilla filling. After she ate the whole pack, she went back to the counter and took out a whole apple pie. She ate all of it, with her bare hands, then started searching for something else.
    This went on for a while, before she sat down in her computer's chair, satisfied. Her belly was nowhere near as big as last night, but it was certainly large, sticking out at least eleven inches in front of her. She started massaging it while groaning from the fullness. After a couple of minutes, she eventually stopped, mostly because she found no relief in the action, and turned her attention to the monitor in front of her. She closed the browser and opened a notification in the bottom left corner. It showed a message, it's sender named "Base 51", which sent the following:

    "agent-2976, agent-36 is supposed to be at your location, ready for the next mission"

    She replied to it as:

    "she is not here. and im not really ready for action."

    The answer immediately came, showing that there was someone on the other end right now:

    "interesting. get ready for action, while we find the missing agent."

    "understood."

    With that, Sombra closed the message and walked up to her wardrobe. She pushed a button on its side, which resulted in the opening of the large furniture. She squeezed herself into it, the doors closed and the elevator shot downwards. When it arrived, it opened into a short hallway, with three doors on the way, one on each side and one in the end.  She slowly dragged herself out of the tiny space, and after a little stretching, she went into the room on the left. Its insides could be described as a large walk-in wardrobe, with a variety of clothes hung up on the hangers, from simple jeans and shirts, pajamas, to elegant costumes and dresses. There was, of course, the section where her tracksuits and cloaks were stored. She walked up to that part of the room and chose a full deep purple bodysuit. Since even Sombra herself knew that it was impossible for her to get into it by her own force, she brought up the hologram of a small keyboard, typed something in, that made the mechanic arms on the ceiling, to slide to her position on their railings. They grabbed her arms, lifted her up in the air and stuffed her inside the suit. It was a painful process, tearing the same holes into the suit as before, but now other ones, too, since it was a rapid and forced stretch. Tears appeared on the sides of her lower body, fat poking out the holes.
    She rubbed her backside since it received a lot of friction from the latex tracksuit. That rubbing quickly turned into groping, just showing how much Sombra loved her new body. She immediately came to her senses, as her thoughts drifted back to what she was supposed to do. She quickly picked up her cloak and wrapped herself in it, straining the belt to connect the two ends. After the magnetic locks connected, she slowly left the room and stepped into the one on the other side. This was an armory, with mostly small, compact pistols and SMGs, but there were some larger ones stored there, mostly for decoration, since her job had nothing to do with heavy weapons. She picked up a silenced pistol from the top shelf on the left, took four magazines and left the room, heading towards the end of the hallway.
    Inside was a moderately large room, with nothing in it, except a terminal on the left side of the door. She turned it on and selected a menu point "Castillo Mountain: Night". In the moment she pushed the "start" button, the room started shaking and a little platform under her lifted her up to the ceiling. It quickly changed colors, so it resembled a rooftop and the other parts of the room changed in that style, expanding the space around her until it was quite large and resembled a little house.
    She started running towards the edge of the rooftop, but she lost her momentum pretty quickly, as she slowed down to a jogging speed. When she actually reached the edge, she bent down, hands on her knees, huffing, and puffing.

    -Mierda, bien, puedo hacer esto. 

    She jumped off, landing hard on the house below her. There was a guy equipped with light armor and an automatic battle rifle. Sombra quickly turned her stealth on, trying to get behind the guy quietly, but her heavy footsteps and heavy breathing probably got his attention, because he turned around, aiming down sights, trying to find her. This was before she could get behind him, so she had no chance for a silent takedown. She pulled out the pistol, aiming at him, but he noticed her first and was able to land a few shots in her before she could kill him. The simulation immediately ended, when the bullets hit her, the whole room turned back to its original, boring grey color. The platforms slowly crept back to their original places, leaving her on the ground, breathing heavily. The woman stood back up, walked back to the armory, placed the pistol back to its place and went back to her hideout with the elevator.
    She was down there only for an hour or so, but it was already in the early afternoon, so she decided to not do anything until she receives another message. Which was not that long, since one was already waiting for her. She sat back into the chair and opened it.

    "we have run into some problems, youre not getting into any missions for the next few days."

    "what problems?"

    "agent-36 is not in the right condition for any mission right now."

    "understood."

    With that, Sombra leaned back in the chair, hands behind her head, looking at the ceiling, she started to think about what will she do now. Considering her available choices, she chose to stay at home, watching movies while binge eating. Before anything else, she got herself a few bags of tortillas and two bottles of coke, then put in a long movie. Why did she chose to eat chips instead of the trendemous amount of pastries and dessert on her counter?

    She had other plans for those.