Shigeru Aoba walked into the bedroom. "Major, it's time for your insulin shot."
"Buuuurrrp," belched Misato Katsuragi, tongue lolling out. Having burped, she raised the enormous, 2 liter bottle of Dr. Pepper back to her lips, and resumed drinking. "Glug... glug... glug... glug..." she guzzled the sweet, high-fructose-corn-syrup-filled beverage down. Her fat chins billowed as she drank and drank.
Misato was an enormous blob. A stupendously fat woman, she currently clocked in at 616 kilograms of useless blubber. At well over half a ton in the English system, she was completely immobile, trapped in her hospital bed by her own enormous weight. Her face was fat and hoggish, bloated with three hefty chins and billowing fat cheeks that made her look like a livestock animal. She had huge arms with sagging bags of fat that folded over her elbows. Her boobs were gigantic, bigger than beach balls, oozing sags that lacked all perk or form. They rolled over to either side of the enormous slope of her gut. Misato had a huge belly that swelled in front of her; Aoba himself could have sat comfortably inside it. Just an immense ocean of lard, barely contained by the green, tent-sized hospital gown that she wore.
Frrrrtttt
The fart leaked out of her gigantic ass. Misato had a massive butt, wider than a sofa, two huge cheeks bigger than beanbag chairs that billowed in cellulite-dimpled swells jutting behind her. From her buttocks forward, her thighs were bigger around than truck tires, and sagged like jelly as they spread wide to make room for her belly. They led to her hamlike calves, and her soft, fat feet.
"Glug... glug... glug...." Misato continued to chug soda. Until, finally, she was done. "BUUAAARRRPPP!!" she belched loudly. She smacked her lips. She breathed in heavily, greedily sucking oxygen through the tube in her nose. Misato had a nasal cannula constantly delivering a fresh supply of oxygen to her. She was too fat, and too weak, to fill her lungs without it. Putting a plump hand to her enormous chest, she turned her fat head to Aoba and smiled. "Oh, Aoba, yes, yes, my shot." She reached forward as far over her belly as she could reach, and grabbed at her gown. "Come on, come on, just get it over with." And she pulled the gown back.
The turgid swell of Misato's gut presented itself like a bag of pudding. Her belly button was deep and dark. Her frontmost belly split into a 'front butt' of two wattles of fat. Her skin was yellowed with jaundice. That was just one of her many health problems. Another was, expectedly, that she had Type 2 Diabetes, hence the need for regular shots of insulin.
Aoba grimaced. Misato stank. She smelled putrid, and it got stronger as he approached her gelatinous bulk. The front of her gut had a happy trail of purple hair that was ratty and soft and tucked under her belly, where of course it made the journey through dark flab to her useless pubic area. Aoba had had to dig through that rancid blubber to pleasure Misato sexually when she wanted a dildo or a wand. He thanked God that he hadn't had to stick his own penis into those terrible innards. Makoto had. Aoba wondered how he withstood it.
Fat, of course, was an optimum place to insert insulin, so Aoba found a particularly soft and blubbery segment of her belly and stuck the needle in. Misato mumbled incoherently as the life-saving concotion was inserted into her. He wondered how much feeling she actually had at this furthest extreme of her body. She hadn't started to lose feeling in her extremities yet, but she had mentioned faint numbness in her chubby toes from time to time. A reminder that, no matter how much she spent on caretakers and equipment to stay alive, she was slowly killing herself with endless food and drink.
BRRRFFFFTTTTT
"Ahhh," sighed Misato, as she farted hugely. Aoba gagged at the terrible stench. "I needed that to come out. My guts have been rumbly all day, ever since I ate all that pizza." She giggled. "You're probably going to need to be in here in an hour or two with my bedpan, assuming Maya hasn't come to relieve you yet."
Putting her gown back in place atop her gut, Aoba drew back. "Anything else I can get you, Major?"
"Oooh," Misato wiggled her fat fingers. She smiled with yellowed teeth. She smacked her plump lips. "I gotta have something sweet. Go get one of the cakes from the fridge and bring it in here. I'm absolutely peckish."
Aoba turned for the door. When she couldn't see him any more, he rolled his eyes. It was incredible how committed she was to eating herself to death. He was almost impressed.
"Oh, and Aoba?"
He turned. She hoisted the empty bottle of Dr. Pepper into the air, while her other hand patted her belly.
"Get me more soda."