June 2022 Sketches

Roadhog tries out a new combat mode and Tadano starts living the easy life- a pair of fatty fellas courtesy of Onibologna and Lunalknight. Enjoy!

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Roadhog didn't know what to make of this new match system. A type of wrestling where he wasn't even allowed any weapons? No blood? No death cage matches? What was this sumo wrestling nonsense? He was about ready to quit- but then he heard about what the training was like. So much food, all he could possibly want to eat- well, now they were talking his language. After mulling it over, he decided he would play their game. So he gave it his all- and he gorged himself every day for weeks, each one like it was going to be his last. The mercenary, already a thickly built and rotund man, practically inflated with how much food he stuffed into his steadily growing gut.

He was now far wider than he was tall; and at over seven feet tall, he was a practical mammoth. His chunky legs, thick as tires, bounded off one another, wobbling with each heavy, plodding step. His tank of a gut churned and bounced, spilling over the only miwashi he could find that fit him. It was something he even took some pride in; the sheer amount of food he could pack away in that immense keg he carried around was staggering. His puffed up chest rested atop the crest of his belly, softer, but still powerful beneath the thick layers of flab- the same could be said for his arms. Under the fat, sheer, raw muscle could be felt, enough to bury any poor sod that tried to crack a joke about his size. Maybe Sumo wrestling wasn't such a bad gig after all- Roadhog was ready to crush anyone who thought they could match him.

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Tadano had spent his life trying to revolutionize the tech world and make things easier for everyone- the donkey had invented apps and devices that provided convenience and comfort for every part of life. But, it would be irresponsible to simply mass produce all the items he had invented if he didn't understand the full impact they could have. So, he decided to test them all on himself- soon, Tadano's entire life was automated. Any food he wanted could be summoned with a quick voice command, all his deliveries were automated, advanced algorithms could predict the music, shows, and video games he would want to enjoy, and so far they had an accuracy of 76%- a little more tweaking, and that would be ready to market by next year. So far, Tadano was pleased with his work. He barely had to do anything- but his appetite did seem to be a bit out of control.

The donkey wasn't unaware of his weight gain. He had ballooned into four times the donkey he used to be; his pale purple fur was stretched thin over a soft, bulbous gut as big as a boulder, shoving away his hoodie and shirt- it would refuse to be contained, loudly grumbling for its next optimized meal. He had become soft all over- his round, blubbery thighs jiggled with each step, his overly ripe rear spilled out of his sweatpants, and his once toned chest had plumped up to a pair of overstuffed pillows. But the strangest thing was, Tadano didn't necessarily care. Isn't this what he had been working towards? He was comfortable, no one could deny that, and had time to do anything he wanted. He made a note- this was a huge success. He'd start marketing all his apps by the next quarter.