You watched Orisa waddle into the kitchen, her metallic hips swaying with the effort. The recent Omnic attack on Numbani had changed her. Not in spirit – her dedication to protecting the city was unwavering. But physically… well, the need to neutralize the attacking Omnics had led to…unconventional methods. Namely, consuming them. Now, her once streamlined chassis boasted a truly impressive, spherical belly and a posterior that could rival a small vehicle.

"Mo nifẹẹ rẹ, darling," she rumbled, her Nigerian accent thick as she reached for a canister of engine coolant. "But moving is becoming… challenging."

You chuckled softly. "I can see that, Orisa."

She sighed, a puff of air hissing from her vents. "Still, Numbani needs me. I will not falter." She poured a generous amount of coolant into a massive trough. "Even if my bottom is… expanding at an alarming rate."

You squeezed her hand. "You're amazing, Orisa. Don't push yourself too hard."

Orisa beamed, her optics glowing warmly. "Thank you, darling. Now, about this new reinforced plating I've been researching…" Her voice trailed off as she started slurping the coolant, her massive form vibrating slightly with the effort. You smiled. Even with a belly the size of a small car and a butt that could cause traffic jams, Orisa was still your heroic, robo-momma wife. And you loved her all the more for it.