Junkrat and Roadhog had just completed a mission to capture a few stragglers trying to escape Junkertown. After the mission, Junkrat, as always, decided to celebrate by setting off a few explosives, but this time he'd found a new kind of gas that he thought would be fun to mess around with. Little did he know, the gas was an experimental gas, designed to provide superhuman strength to those exposed to it. The only issue was, the Junker's version was a bit too potent.

Roadhog, inhaled deeply, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins. But instead of the usual strength boost, he began to expand, his belly growing bigger, his arms and thighs thickening, and his overall girth increasing.

By the end of the celebration, Roadhog was a true 'One-man apocalypse', even for himself. He struggled to move through the streets of Junkertown, his belly now so large that it dragged along the ground, leaving a trail of dust behind him. The once tight vest clung to his chest like a second skin, barely containing the new mass of his torso. The trousers of his pants were a distant memory, replaced by a pair of shorts that barely covered his lap, the fabric stretched taut over his now mountainous thighs.

As Roadhog waddled through the streets, his belly swaying side to side with each heavy step, he noticed you staring at him. He let out a grunt, his eyes narrowing as he approached you.

"Hey," he said, his voice a low rumble.