Ever find it curious how the Overwatch gym equipment isn’t exactly made for the target demographic? Like why aren’t cycling machines made to handle 500+ pounds? Why do don’t treadmills have a waddle speed setting? Why don’t exercise belts coming in XXXXXXXL?
(Point is we need some gym failure)
Lena woke up in a groggy state, rubbing the back of her head as if she had landed quite a fall.
As she stood up and looked around, she found herself in what seemed to be some sort of gym, although not one that she particularly remembered.
“Are you lost, Miss Oxton?” A clotted figure said, walking towards the woman
“A little bit, uh, where am I? Do you work here? I don’t remember how I even got here.”
“Oh, poor girl. This is your favorite place, remember? Or have you truly forgotten about me? I'm the one that allows all of this to happen~” the figure said with a soft laugh.
“Oh, I’m sorry for I appear to have hit my head quite harshly. Lovely place you got here though, everything looks top notch!” Lena said, with a big smirk in her face “Do you know where the exit is?”
“I do, but before you leave, why don’t you use any of the machines? You seem to be in top-tier shape, I would love to see how someone like you uses this equipment”
The British woman thought about it for a moment. This was definitely bizarre, however, the figure gave out an air of confidence, like something familiar, and besides, she could always go for a good workout.
“Uh, sure, I can hop on the treadmills for a bit” Tracer said while flexing her arm, walking down to the nearest treadmill and turning it on at the highest setting. She was keeping up like it was a walk in the park, she even seemed a little bit bored
“You know maybe you should consider adding an even higher difficulty?”
“My, you really are such a fit and slim woman. Here, how about a little candy, just for your effort”
“Awwww, thank you!” The woman said with a joyful smile before eating the candy whole… she started to feel a bit weird though. If she looked down, she would have seen that her belly suddenly bulged forward, now she was sporting a little pot belly, her pants feeling a bit tighter, as the top part of her bottom was now showing off slightly. The longer she kept walking on the treadmill, the larger she appeared to be.
“N-Nothing, just that, maybe this difficulty just take a little to kick in” She said with an awkward smile, clearly struggling to keep up.
“Oh, it’s ok dear, I think you showed you’re more than capable enough. How about lifting some weights?”
“Y-Yeah, that could be a good change of pace” Tracer said as she gladly turned off the machine and walked towards the weights, feeling a little clumsy thanks to the new weight.
She picked up the 50 pound bells and did her best to lift them, they were a bit heavy but she was managing.
“Oh bravo bravo, so incredible! Here, how you show me some more, I would love to see you push your limits”
“I… I suppose I can give you a little show” The woman said as she put down the weights and grabbed onto some heavier ones, this one weighing at least 75 pounds
And much like before, the longer she kept pushing the up, the more her body started to expand, her belly now peeking under her shirt, now having become a full-on gut, dangling against her thighs. The button of her pants shot out, letting more of her gut break free; her massive thighs now pushing against each other, as her backside had grown enough that her more-than-tight pants were barely covering half of her bottom, showing off her little underwear.
Her face had grown, no longer sporting its previous factions, not to mention her arms having lost all their previous definition, now sporting a pair of bingowings that made it harder to put her arms against her side.
“This is getting kind of -huff- heavy” she said as she tried to lift the weights again, but they simply wouldn’t budge. She had to use her entire body to move them, and even then, she simply couldn’t hold them, she practically fell just trying to do it.
She moved her way down the list of weights, until she finally could lift the 8 pounds ones, yet only for a moment, as her arms quickly started to shake and ache.
“Oh, you must have tired yourself out with the other ones. How about something simple, some squats?”
“Y-Yeah, squats” She put down the weights and got into position. She was already struggling a little, her legs shaking as she could barely make it down, however, she was slowly doing some.
“Majestic form, I could record this and show it to aspiring bodybuilders. Go on, let's see how in shape you are~”
“I-I don’t know if I-” She was caught off as she suddenly started doing the squads at alarming speeds, almost like her body had moved on its own. She felt proud of herself at first, before her short breaths turned into some heavy breathing, her body expanding again.
Her belly surged out all the way to her knees, now almost three full rolls of blubber, her shirt looking more like a bra rather than anything else. Her arms were thicker than some people’s entire bodies, her arm flab dangling so far down that it could almost reach her second belly roll.
Her ass surged forward like a tidal wave, blowing out her pants in an instant, tearing them to shreds as her thighs merged all the way to her knees, she was sporting a shelf so massive that it cold an entire meal, filled with cellulite giving it delicious texture as it quaked and wobbled with her breathing alone.
As she was about to do another squad, she quickly found that the heft of her bottom had simply grown too much, this one dragged her down to the floor, causing her to let out a guttural belch, although giving her a chance to finally catch her breath.
“My, Lena, what happened to you? I guess we have to do a little check up” The figure said in a mocking tone before a scale appeared in front of them.
A group of ghostly hands appeared from behind the ex-athlete, pushing her up, not before taking the chance to knead and smack her lumpy bottom.
Lena nodded as she brushed off the sweat off her brow, stepping on the scale before this one simply cracked
“Oh dear, looks like someone has been a bit greedy. Don’t worry though, we will just have to put you on a diet” The figure said, taking great delight in the effort it took for the British girl to move towards her, smacking against the other machines with her colossal hips. She put a belt around her belly as the machine started vibrating.
“My my, the machine says your muscle levels are on the negatives, no wonder you’re so out of shape. But don’t worry, this should help you lose weight!"
Tracer didn’t even answer, simply following along like this was now second nature for her. Suddenly her body surged outwards again, her belly now almost hitting the floor, her booty shooting out to the point that she could fill an entire single couch with each cheek, her underwear shredding to pieces as the floor slightly cracked under her, it was a miracle she was still on her feet.
"Now who's a good little porker?"
"I... I'm a good fatty" Lena said as she moved and rolled around in her bed at least as much as she could with such a massive doughy body. It appeared she was having some kind of bad dream, or perhaps a vision of what her inner self knew was the real her.
