Widowmaker looked into Sombra’s room, a dark filthy mess, illuminated solely by various computer screens, windows left open full of random stuff. From dirt on the President of Portugal ongoing affair, to a hacked version of the a very popular MMO, bots grinding away for the best loot. Sombra seemed to have eyes on the whole world from the screens in her room, thing was she wasn’t there taking it all in like she used to do. Recently she started spending a lot more time in the kitchen due to her “condition”. Amélie walked towards the kitchen, a bit annoyed at two things in particular. One being that Sombra clearly wasn’t at her station researching her given task. The second being her damn sweater, it kept riding up her gravid mid-section. At 9 months pregnant she started to find it harder to fit into her older clothes, up until a sudden growth spurt, she had been fitting relatively fine into her pre-pregnancy clothes; now a turtleneck that used to fit a bit loosely on her was unable to cover almost half of her round figure. She couldn’t quite reach to see her underbelly unless in front of a mirror, but new perfectly well that it was in full view of all due to the nice cool draft she felt on her bare underbelly.

She felt quite crude exposing her belly like that, while simultaneously not giving a shit; she was too pregnant to care and really didn’t have anything else to wear. She waddled at a quick pace to the kitchen, pulling down on her sweater, trying to cover up her bump but to no avail. She also hated the fact that even when wearing a black sweater her belly button poked through. She walked into the kitchen immediately spotting her huge bellied teammate, surrounded by various snacks that she had been gobbling down.

Even though she saw Sombra almost every day, it always both astonished and annoyed her how huge and round her belly had grown and how she never seemed to cover herself up. It also irked her how nonchalant Sombra seemed to be while pregnant with triplets, apart from developing a waddle and constantly eating, Sombra seemed pretty indifferent to her condition. She never complained about being so huge or tired, in fact, she never really seemed to really acknowledge that she was pregnant unless directly asked about it. A stranger could ask her if she had any kids and Sombra would respond with a simple “No”, completely ignoring her 60-inch waistline full of a bunch of brats kicking up a storm with her insides. It wasn’t like she was a denial or anything, Amélie had caught Sombra multiple times subconsciously caressing her belly, or lying on the sofa in the common room rubbing, shifting and prodding her belly so she could feel the babies move, she just seemed to not really care. Unlike Sombra, Widowmaker felt great discomfort in her pregnancy, she was constantly exhausted and out of breath and could not even imagine her stomach growing larger, yet she still had another month and a half to go. She exercised and tried to keep a good diet, yet was rapidly gaining weight in her breasts and thighs. She had even gone as far as rubbing belly lotion to her tummy every night to avoid stretch marks, yet this morning she started to see some starting to appear. Quite honestly, she was jealous of Sombra’s ability to not take care of herself and continue on just fine, as well as her ability to eat junk food non-stop and seemed to only gain weight in her belly.

She approached Sombra as she was leaning against a kitchen counter, resting her phone on her gargantuan stomach, with a muffin in her left hand. She couldn’t help but stare in awe/disgust at Sombra’s exposed midsection. It was a large, round and soft looking caramel orb of flesh. She had perfect skin despite her hugeness, and the only noteworthy features on her planet sized gut was her large soft bellybutton, which had popped out and stretched to the point where it seemed like it was going to disappear into the sea of perfect caramel skin after another couple weeks of growing. Beneath her navel a long dark line had appeared, from belly button to pubic bone, Amélie was glad that at least she had not developed a “Linea Nigra” on her stomach. As she took her final steps towards the hacker, she saw movement underneath that large round mound of flesh. At first, she though that it was just Sombra’s belly slowly growing and shrinking with each of her breathes but quickly noticed movement from further within. Even though Windowmaker found herself to be in her 3rd trimester of her own pregnancy, it still weirded her out to see the baby movement through the skin.

“I thought I’d find you and your freakish stomach here eating and lazing around as always. Why don't you go and cover up a bit? No one wants to see your gut hanging out.” Amélie said in a snarky tone, she thought it was kind of indecent to be exposed like that, plus it was already like 1’ o clock and Sombra was still in pajamas.

Sombra took a quick glance at Widowmaker to see a very pregnant woman practically popping out of her own clothes, then returned to her phone and said. “Oh, calm down vieja! What would be the point anyways? Nothing fits me anymore, and I'm quite proud of my belly for your info. You try being 8 months preggo with triplets with no stretch marks. Plus, you’re not doing too well covering up either barrigona.”

Widowmaker felt a wave of anger and embarrassment wash over her as she, suddenly was very aware of her underbelly and exposure to everyone. She grabbed her torso with her right arm, in the process she stretched the sweater even further over her belly and breasts feeling even more self-conscious, like she was about to pop out of her clothes. She raised her voice in a defensive tone and said “Well at least I'm trying, unlike some gluttonous cow in front of me!”

Sombra might have been just a little bit self-conscious about Amélie’s comment but was too amused by seeing the supposed emotionless sniper, be so flustered over a simple observation. Knowing well that Widowmaker wanted to get a reaction out of her, she decided to turn it on her by showing no reaction and doing something specifically to piss her off. “It’s not my fault that I'm always hungry, blame it on these punks. Jeje, ahora donde están esos pastelitos, me muero de hambre!” Sombra said non-nonchalantly while picking up a fresh packet of cupcakes.

She looked Widowmaker in the eyes as she continued to scarf down the two cupcakes, letting out a hearty belch after finishing. Slapping her belly, she exclaims “BUURP!! That hit the spot didn’t it guys, jeje.” Before Sombra’s belly could even stop jiggling from the slap, Widowmaker had barged out of the room in anger over Sombra’s general rudeness. “Jajaja, oh come on Amélie, you know I like teasing you!” Sombra said, but Widowmaker had stormed off too far to hear her at this point.

Sombra’s stomach had become an uneasy ocean of squirming and kicking, she wasn’t sure if it was the slap (it didn’t feel too hard when she did it but it was pretty loud) or maybe they heard the commotion outside. Sombra put her phone on the counter and grabbed her belly with both hands and began to lift it as if to alleviate weight and squeezed it. While caressing and rubbing her belly she said as if talking to her unborn babies “I should probably go and apologize to her later. I know what she is going through after all.” Sombra thought about it and let out a long sigh, she grabbed her phone again, resting it atop her personal shelf and continued to open up another bag of chips.

To be continued...maybe...

I’ve been working on this piece forever but just got really busy with classes and work and only recently got a chance to finish it. I originally was only going to write a short story, but got carried away like always. When I first started to draw on DeviantArt I told myself that I was NOT going to draw any Overwatch characters, but overtime I stopped playing the game and bada-bing bada-boom, I decided to be a degenerate and do it anyways. Originally it wasn’t even going to be Overwatch related, but half way through the drawing process I suddenly thought “This would make a perfect Widowmaker and Sombra” and here we are. I’m really glad with how the characters came out, I think that Widowmaker could’ve used a little more work and the background is meh, but I fucking love how Sombra came out. She also happens to be my favorite OW character. Mexican cyberpunk hacker? ssshhiid that’s basically me but far less skilled and I spend all my time shitposting instead of being productive. Any criticism is welcome.

I also recently reached 500 watchers and wanted to draw a celebration drawing so leave your suggestions and ideas below. Hope you enjoy!

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