This choice: Tired and well-fed, Symmetra succumbs to a food coma. • Go Back...Chapter #19Arguing With My Bloated, Burping Self by: Little King   As much as Symmetra wanted to wallow in her despair, but her body had other plans. All the food she had eaten began affecting her as she slowly began nodding off. With a meager burp, she drifted off to sleep.
~~~
Symmetra found herself in the same position before dozing off. Expect there was no tray with plates on the table and she didn’t have her stomach protruding from her dress.
“*boooorrrrppp!* Pardon me.”
Turning to the source of the burp, she spotted a woman eating alone. Symmetra rose from her seat and walked to the unknown woman. “Who are you?” she asked.
The mystery woman dropped her fork midst eating and faced Symmetra, causing the heroine to step back in confusion. “Judging by your reaction, I assume you have your answer,” she replied as she stood up.
It was clear as day for Symmetra. Standing before her was the spitting image of Satya Vaswani, Symmetra herself. Well, except for one glaring difference: the gut she lost was added to her double’s waist. She winced in disgust. As if I needed a reminder of my recent actions in my own dream. This corpulent version of myself is nothing more than a mere mockery.
“*BBBWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!*”
A booming belch provided by the big-bellied doppelganger snapped Symmetra out of her thoughts as she was encompassed by a cloud of burp gas. She began gagging and coughing upon smelling the fumes; a mixture of meat, cheese, and stomach acid all combine into a repugnant odor. By the time the belch ended, and the gas cloud dissipated, she was on her knees, wheezing heavily to get clean air in her lungs. She gave her doppelganger a perplexed look, urging for a response.
“To think you would call me a mockery of yourself when this is your real-world appearance,” the double stated, gesturing to her stuffed bulging belly. “How moronic are you?’
“…How can you—”
“Hear your thoughts? Simple: I’m a manifestation of your subconscious. Therefore, as we’re one of the same, I can read your thoughts and vice versa. I’m aware this might sound perplexing at first, but there is a reason for my presence and my appearance.”
Before she could continue further, a rather rambunctious growl emitted from the doppelganger’s stomach. Symmetra was visibly horrified by the thunderous angry snarl but was more appalled by watching the wailing gut thrashed about like some savage beast trying to break open its cage. The vibrations it generated caused the dress to flutter, fully exposing the brown protrusion in its frenzied glory to the heroine.
Meanwhile, Symmetra’s double was rather calm at the ordeal. If anything, she seemed slightly miffed as she pouted her lips. Wrapping her arms, she kept a tight grip on her belly. “Settle down. You’re making a spectacle of yourself,” she chastised. Her belly lashed out with a fierce rumble, emitting another belch from its owner. “The longer you continue this childish outburst, the longer you go without food. Make your decision.”
What sounded like a begrudging howl, the rampaging belly obeyed and gradually quiet down to a more stable state. “A wise choice,” the double smirked, pleased with her stomach’s compliance before speaking to the speechless Symmetra. “If you’re done gawking, pick yourself up and join me at the table. There’s much to discuss,” she said as she resumed eating.
Immediately Symmetra’s visage contorted into a glare; being belittled by a bloated caricature of herself was the last thing she needed in her dream. Sitting next to her subconscious, she resumed their conversation. “What did you want to discuss?” she asked.
“This drastic direction you recently took,” the double said via telepathy as she wolfed down her food.
“Which is?”
“Must I spell it out?” the double shook and slapped her belly to emphasize her point. “Gorging yourself with reckless abandon to combat your growing depression.”
“I was more preoccupied with my project than worrying about nourishment. You should know that’s a tendency of mine. It’s natural I would consume a slightly larger lunch portion,” Symmetra retorted. “And I’m not depressed. Aside from you, I have no issues regarding my situation.”
“*OOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!*”< br />
The doppelganger responded with another obnoxiously loud belch cloud. The air was contaminated with a green haze as her belch roared with the volume akin to a semi truck’s horn. Luckily for Symmetra, the smell didn’t stink to high heaven, unlike the previous belch cloud.
“Pardon me. Seems your insufficient reasoning upset my poor my tummy,” gibed the doppelganger while rubbing said tummy.
“It is necessary that you burp like a banshee? It’s repugnant,” Symmetra asked.
“I see no issue in that when you accomplished a similar feat as well,” the double answered. “But we’re getting off-topic. You say you’re not depressed yet you elected to stop participating in matches, isolated yourself from your colleagues, and remained sheltered in your room. Care to explain why?”
“No, there’s nothing to explain. Especially not towards my voracious oversized subconscious who acts superior to her host.”
For a while, neither woman spoke a word. Symmetra crossed her arms and gave an irritated sigh, mulling how much longer this dream would last. She glanced at her doppelganger and frowned. The larger double has continued shoving food down her throat and hasn’t slowed down at all. No dish was safe as they were devoured by the greedy double, filling her already swollen belly. Symmetra could see the enlarged stomach expand while hearing its noisy gurgles and burbles.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, the heroine looked away in disgust. She would make certain she doesn’t have a similar fate. Should be simple for someone like herself.
“I’m not so sure.”
Symmetra’s head immediately snapped back to her doppelganger.
“That wasn’t meant as an insult. I just have concerns is all,” the double explained.
“Keep your inputs to yourself,” Symmetra hissed.
“Very well,” the double complied with a heavy sigh. Grabbing her two last dishes, she brought the platefuls of fried noodles to her face before cramming everything in her mouth. With bulging cheeks, she managed to swallow the mouthful of food, causing her belly to jut out. “Exquisite,” she complimented as she let out a hearty belch, patting and rubbing her stuffed belly.
“If you’re done enjoying yourself, can we finish up here?” Symmetra asked.
“I suppose so, any more discussions would prove fruitless. For now, we’ll see how you’ll handle your issues.”
*GRRRRRRRROOOOOWWWWWWWWWGGGGGGG!*
The doppelganger gazed down at her stomach as it released a disturbing bellow. Forceful as it was loud, its intense rumble caused ripples throughout the enlarged stomach as it wobbled. Showing little concern, she gingerly rubbed her stomach.
“But before that, I’ll share with you a parting gift.”
Before Symmetra had a chance to ask, her eyes snapped wide open as her stomach emitted a similar grumble to her double’s. Her stomach began inflating rapidly as an unpleasant pressure fostered from within. “Wh-What is the meaning of this?!” she growled, her stomach rivaling the size of her double’s.
“As I said, I’m sharing a parting gift,” the doppelganger repeated with a smile as another belly-rippling roar echoed from her gut. “It’s ready. Until next time.”
After the farewell, both Symmetras felt their bodies tense up. Something tremendous was coming and neither one could stop. As the original groaned in pain while the double waited with content…,
“*BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPP!*”
“*BWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH!*”
They simultaneously belched out two massive explosions. Their deafening burps brought an earthquake to the mess hall, violently shaking the facility. The green haze above became more pronounced as the women continue spewing their monstrous belches. The haze gradually spread out and became denser while the putrid odor of digested food permeated throughout, effectively turning the mess hall into a makeshift gas chamber. Sure enough, the facility was covered in a thick green cloud as the two Symmetras were enveloped by their gas; only the sounds of their echoing burps indicated their existence.
~~~
Symmetra woke up with a startling gasp. Midst her sudden movement, her belly bumped against the table, dislodging a crass burp. She then turned right and spotted no sight of her doppelganger, only a push-in chair. The heroine breathed a sigh of relief; she was back in the real world, away from the craziness of her mind. However, that relief turned to unease when she realized someone was standing before her.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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