“Who’s next?!”, Brigitte Lindholm proudly shouted to an overtly empty mess hall, her stomach taught and round as it was stuffed with an incredible amount of food.
 
What had been an average day at Overwatch HQ drastically turned ludicrous as the loudmouth cowgirl Ashe challenged the Swedish medic to an old-school eating contest.
 
Of course, Brigitte accepted, and within a couple of hours she herself had rounded up a literal mountain of food, all precariously balanced atop a dining room table.
 
At the sound of a gunshot, the two went at it, devouring meal after meal as their formerly trimmed figures were ruined by their rapid binging.
 
Ashe lost, of course; calling it quits after her stomach had reached the size of a ripe watermelon, the cowgirl wandered back to her bunk, hoping to sleep off the digestion process with a well-deserved food coma.
 
Brigitte, meanwhile, was still stuffing her mouth with food when she asked for another contender.
 
“I’ll do it.”, said the pink-haired Soviet woman Zarya, her muscular frame slamming down onto the chair opposite Brigitte with a *THUD*.
“Though I must warn you that I will NOT be going so easy on you, even in your current state of... embellishment.”
 
“No need!”, Brigitte replied, patting her rounded belly.
“I’ve got much more room than you think; I’ll be kicking your big behind in no time!”
 
“Alright...”, Zarya said in her thick Russian accent.
“You’re on!”
 
And so, the eating began, the two women shoving meal after meal down their throats and into their expanding stomachs, stuffing them to the absolute max with no signs of stopping. Not pizza, not sandwiches, not even chicken with the bones still inside; slowly the pyramid of food was whittled down as its contents disappeared past the now quite greasy lips of the two heroines. Eventually, the pyramid was almost gone leaving a humongous pizza between Brigitte and Zarya and their guts, both of which reached the floor with their heft and could easily contain their old “skinny” selves and then some. Realizing there was so little food left, the two reached for the pizza at the same time, pulling it in opposite directions and revealing that there was, indeed, more on the table.
 
Zarya stopped for a moment in awe of what she saw on the table; not food, but quite the opposite.
 
Her friends Lena Oxton and Hana Song (Tracer and D.Va, respectively), tied up and gagged. Well, Hana was gagged, at least; it was apparent Tracer had been attempting to chew through the cloth tied around her mouth, as she’d finished cutting through it with a final *CHOMP* just as she was being uncovered.
 
“Oh hey, girls!”, Tracer said in her chipper British accent.
“Thank goodness you found us; I thought we’d never get out of there!”
 
“What are you doing under food?”, Zarya asked.
 
“Dunno...”, Tracer said, shrugging her shoulders as best she could while being tied up.
“Brigitte must’ve been in a rush grabbing everything from the kitchen and grabbed us by mistake! Boy, you two have gotten big; whatcha been eating?”
 
“Oh, just about everything...”, Brigitte said, leaning her elbows on the table.
“Except for one thing...”
 
“What’s that?”, Tracer asked curiously.
 
“YOU!”, the medic said as she reached over her stomach and grabbed Tracer by the shoulders, quickly shoving her head into her maw to the shock of the two other women at the table. Despite the ridiculous amount of food that preceded her, Tracer easily slid down Brigitte’s throat, her form visibly pressed against the inside of the cramped stomach once her boots disappeared past the greedy girl’s lips. The pred licked her fingers before releasing a small *URP*.
 
“Well, go on, Zarya...”, Brigitte said calmly.
“I hope I haven’t raised the stakes on you TOO much; you did say you’d take it easy on me, so I figured I’d do the same. I’ve heard you’ve had much... LARGER women in the past, so little Hana here shouldn’t be TOO much trouble, right?”
 
Zarya looked down on the table, D.Va looking back into her eyes with fear and muffled cries of concern.
 
“I am sorry, little girl, but Mama Bear needs to win this for Mother Russia!”, Zarya said as she grabbed D.Va’s arms.
 
The Korean gamer let out one final scream of protest before, just like all the food that came before her, she was shoved down the throat of the Russian bodybuilder. Just like Brigitte did with Tracer, Zarya had little to no trouble swallowing the petite girl and sending her squirming and pleading for help deeper and deeper into her until, finally, D.Va was gone, her form not visible from the outside as it was buried in the sea of half-eaten food that surrounded it.
 
“I shall remember you ALWAYS on my waistline, comrade...”, Zarya said as she rubbed over her enormous stomach and released a masculine *BUORP* from within her throat.
“So, the food is gone; what does Zarya win?”
 
“Oh, I’m SO glad you asked...”, her rival replied.
 
And with that, Brigitte leapt across the table with surprising agility and stuffed Zarya’s head in her maw. Before the Russian could process what had happened, her arms were already being pinned to her sides as her fellow hero worked her way down her muscular figure. Even her gargantuan stomach proved to be no match for the truly superior pred, the Swiss woman easily sliding over it just as she would any other regular snack. Finally
 
“I always did prefer my food STUFFED!”, the medic said with a fiendish giggle as she rubbed her humongous belly. A tremendous-
 
*BEEEUUURRRP*
 
-escaped from between her lips as the process of digestion began. With three heroes and almost half a ton of food soon to be melting away in her stomach, Brigitte thought about the gains she would get, and she knew just who to use them on first...
 
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Ashe laid in her cot, eyes closed and still trying to recover from losing the eating contest she’d joined earlier. Her stomach was still large, comparable to a basketball in size as it jutted out from her midsection. On the bright side, her chest did get quite the increase from the upsize in calories, a steady D-cup growing behind her tight leather vest. Still, that didn’t quite resolve the discomfort she felt in her stomach, so she laid on her cot in misery until...
 
“Oh, cowgirl!”, came a familiar voice from beside her.
“I wasn’t through with you yet...”
 
“Huh?”, Ashe said as she opened her eyes, finding that the usual view she had of the ceiling was blocked by two large shadows; she turned to her side and saw that her view of the room was also blocked, only this time by a rather curvy figure.
 
“What the hell?!” was all the cowgirl managed to get out before the large shadow above came down upon her, it’s surface warm and surprisingly soft. What Ashe couldn’t see in the vast was that she was actually being smothered by Brigitte’s chest; the medic hummed with delight as she felt her prey slowly disappear into her cleavage, only making her breasts that much larger as their prey was churned away into milk inside of them.
 
After the meal she’d made out of Zarya, Brigitte had managed to digest the food in her stomach with frightening speed in order to finish her earlier exchange with Ashe.
Her legs had gotten too big to keep in her armor, so she’d had to declothe, revealing her thick thighs, three-foot-wide hips, and basketball-sized butt cheeks that could easily be used as a small table if one were brave enough.
Her stomach had returned to its previously flat state, even keeping the impeccably chiseled abs that she’d had before her massive caloric intake.
Finally was her breasts, now upgraded to the size of yoga balls now that they were finished consuming the poor cowgirl; the Swiss girl hefted her boobs up into her arms, jiggling them about as if they were water balloons as milk steadily began to leak from her engorged nipples and drip onto the floor.
 
“Well, would you look at that...”, Brigitte said to herself as she leaned forward and sucked on her own breast for a moment, swallowing at least a couple liters of warm, silky breast milk before stopping; she could easily continue her drinking for hours.
“Looks like you’ve made ME the cow girl, ha ha!”
 
In the span of only a couple hours, she’d become an absolute alpha among the Overwatch team; a pred among preds and an absolutely gorgeous woman to boot, sure to gain the attention of anyone and everyone as soon as she walked into a room, including fellow medic Mercy, who had just walked into the room to check on the previously ill Ashe.
 
“Brigitte?”, the doctor asked.
“Are you alright? Why aren’t you wearing anything?”
 
A smile crept up on Brigitte’s face.
 
Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if she were the ONLY woman on the team...