Patreon Prompt 47

Prompt: Running low on health, Ashe manages to find a stray breather can on the ground that Roadhog dropped. Assuming she can also heal herself by huffing it, her body faces some side effects from the gas that makes her a lot like the piggish man.

   Gritting her teeth as a bullet grazed her arm, Ashe ducked behind cover. While the rest of her team could keep the enemy busy, she wasn’t going to be in any state to help them at this rate. Doubtful she could even make it back to base, she surveyed the area in hopes of finding something that could help her.

   A gust of wind blew aside her white hair and rolled over a familiar canister towards her feet. Picking up the can, she could smell the tell-tale odor of the piggish Road Hog all over it. Recalling that it was one of the breather cans the obese man used to heal himself, she weighed her options. Feeling her body wince from her bullet wound helped along her decision process.

   Putting the canister to her mouth, she took a deep breath. Forcing herself to suck up the vapors like her life depended on it did little to lessen the stench of the canister. While she felt her skin prickle and her wound begin to heal up, she knew that she was going to need a lot more. Wrapping her lips around the canister she sucked out every last ounce she could get.

   Ashe was forced to drop the canister as her body began to shake. Her lithe form rapidly packed on thick, blubbery fat that tore apart her clothing. The wounds across her arms had been swallowed up by her bulky fat, the pudgy limbs flailing about as she got used to their added heft. Waddling about and cringing at the feeling of her wobbling butt cheeks and her sagging breasts, she was stopped by the loud popping noise that accompanied her belly button becoming an outie to better fit her beer keg-like belly. On par with Roadhog’s girth, Ashe let out a groan. Slowly shuffling her way back towards the base, she hoped that her added weight would be enough to block any incoming fire.