Another day, another match she wasn’t participating in. As per usual was the case of Symmetra. It’s well known within the Overwatch community that she’s been consistently one of the lowest picked heroes since the game’s inception. There were sparks of interest like the additions of the Photon Barrier and Shield Generation and the overhaul of her abilities. But once the novelty wore off, it was back to the status quo. While everyone else was busy competing, Symmetra confined herself to her room. If neither the other members nor the players had no need for her services, then her time was better suited tending to her personal projects.
“No, no, the dimensions are all off again,” Symmetra fumed, mulling her holographic model. The past several days working her project had brought nothing but stress and irritation. On occasions, she could hear her colleagues eagerly chatting about their next match as they passed by her room; upon every occurrence, it brought a frown to Symmetra’s visage.
Although she doesn’t show it around the other members, it irked Symmetra to great lengths. She’s proven herself as a valuable asset on several occasions, but as new heroes were added and the meta constantly changed, she was pushed aside for the changing tides. It made her feel frustrated, inadequate, and underappreciated.
“Let them amuse themselves. My work is of higher importance than partaking in trivial matches,” She muttered bitterly as she finished her model. “Perfection.” She claimed before the model broke apart and collapse. An error message flashed on the screen, indicating the uneven dimensions of several parts. Symmetra remained rigid in her chair and stared blankly at the blinking message. Her hands clenched into fists as her frustration climaxed. With a stomp of her heel, the light-bending heroine stormed out of her room.
She walked about aimlessly in the headquarters. The clinking of her heels echoing throughout the empty hallways irritated Symmetra as it reminded her of her isolation. Ironically, the loneliness did put her at ease; it brought a sense of order and peace when the headquarters wasn’t overrun by such disruptive heroes.
Eventually, her meandering led her to the mess hall. The scent of freshly-made food triggered a very audible growl from her stomach; locking herself in her room doesn’t leave much time for breakfast. For once, she was grateful that everyone was away for a match. Grabbing a tray, Symmetra paused at the self-serving tables. Normally she picked her usual selection for lunch, but with her irritable mood, that wouldn’t cut it today. She wanted something much more filling. A quick survey confirmed the mess hall was empty save herself.
“Good, last thing I need is someone watching,” Symmetra said. She placed as much food as she could on her tray before seating herself at a table. It was a daunting task placed before her not to mention excessive and a bit childish. But at this point, she didn’t care as long as it helps to vent her frustration. Besides, it’s not like anyone will see her, or even care for that matter.
She started off with the salads: potato salad, tuna salad, and fruit salad. Then came the plateful of wraps with dipping sauce. She could taste the crunchy chicken, black beans, lettuce, and tomato all encompassed by melted cheese.
“Not bad, the dip is a nice touch as well,” Symmetra said, dipping another wrap into the sauce. As she continued eating, her stomach slowly bulged forward.
Once the last wrap was finished, she moved to the pasta dishes. She worked her way through the cheesy, gooey baked ziti, swallowed the rich taste of carbonara, and savored the creamy flavor of chicken fettuccine alfredo. In fact, the dishes left such an impression she went back for seconds. She moaned upon finishing her second helpings, grimacing at her belly’s soreness.
“Oooooohh… that was not a wise decision,” Symmetra bemoaned, stroking her belly. Her dress now has a prominent protrusion jutting from her midriff. The double serving of cheese, meat, and heavy cream from the pasta dishes filled her stomach to the brim as it digested. On top of that, she still had uneaten meals on the tray. But Symmetra remained undeterred; letting a mere stomachache defeat her would only add to her self-pity. As she reached for the next plate, her belly released a startling gurgle.
“*BOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!*”
The Indian heroine produced a deep, raucous belch. She uncharacteristically paid it no mind, noticing she doesn’t feel as full as before. Pressing her belly, another rambunctious belch was emitted while the fullness sensation dissipated even more. Symmetra sighed contently at the relief, partially for the receding pain but mostly due to the fact now she has more room to fill her stomach.
Resuming her feast of self-pity, the young woman consumed the remaining dishes. The progress was an arduous and lengthy one for someone who doesn’t eat copious amounts of food. But she powered through nonetheless, swallowing mouthful after mouthful into her stomach. Groans and rumbles sounded off from her ailing organ only to be exceeded by her unruly burps. As much she despised spewing vulgar eructations, the relief they provided was a much-appreciated necessity.
Meanwhile, her already swollen belly continued expanding. It cried out to its owner as it strained to expand for the inflow of food and the gas bubbling inside. Symmetra winced and moaned when sharp pangs periodically coursed through her belly. She gingerly rubbed her belly to soothe it, her hands feeling the vibrations of her stomach’s rumblings. This only further agitated the overtaxed stomach as evident by its louder gurgling, causing the heroine to unleash a series of boisterous, violent belches.
“*BBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!* *OORRRRRPPPPPPP!* *OOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!* *BLLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!*”
What was half a minute of nonstop belching felt like an eternity for Symmetra. She cradled her belly as she belched like an unabashed slob. Each monstrous burp that exploded from her mouth was heard throughout the mess hall, sending the table, chairs, tray, and plates around her in a frantic tremble. Even covering her mouth to muffle the noise proved futile against the overwhelming potency of her belches. When her stomach simmered down and the belches ended, Symmetra sat limp in her chair and utterly exhausted. Her lips were numb to the touch, her bloated stomach groaned and throbbed in seething pain, and her head was pounding with a splitting headache. Despite this, she still reached out for her utensils.
“Just need to… hold out… a little longer. Too close… to stop now,” she grumbled wearily, rubbing her bloated belly as she finished the last of her meals. For every food she polished off, a raucous belch would quickly follow, causing moans and more stomach pains for the Indian woman. With a drop of her fork clinking to the last empty plate, Symmetra exhaled before releasing another noisy belch. She cradled her big belly as it protruded a solid foot from her waist. The heavy and overtaxed belly continued voicing its complaints at her, angry gurgles and burbles vibrating on her lap.
“Why did I ever think this was a reasonable idea? Now I’m left with this blob of a gut and I don’t feel the slightest bit better. Just lethargic and humiliated.” Symmetra berated herself, disgusted with her behavior.
“*BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP PPPPPPPGGGGGGGG!!!*”
After hearing her latest mammoth of a burp echoed in the mess hall, Symmetra gave a defeated sigh. “And gassy. …Very gassy.”
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