Widowmaker relaxed in her mansion, sleeping by the pool. Overwatch was such a hit she’s received enough money to live happily for the rest of her life. After a six years of relaxation (and overeating) Widowmaker received a call about another Overwatch game, being Overwatch 2.

”A SEQUEL!?”

Widowmaker got up from her lawn chair and slowly walked back and forth while on call

“Y- yes I should be available but-“

The recruiter hung up before she could finish

“Fuck.”

Widowmaker walked into her mansion, her walk more reminiscent of a waddle as he big meaty thighs rubbed together as she walked

“Maybe it’s not that bad!”

She stood in front of her huge mirror. She was easily upwards of 450 pounds, her belly hanging well in front of her. She tried to suck in her stomach but it didn’t really change at all.

“Shit.”