Misato Katsuragi's plump chins oozed as she smiled. "Maya, Maya, did my McDonald's get delivered yet?"

The doorbell rang.

"That'll be it right now, Major," said Maya Ibuki, smiling gently at the immense woman in bed. "Let me go get it."

"Oh, boy, oh, boy, I'm starving," said Misato, wiggling her chubby fingers. The flab on her upper arms rippled as her hands moved. Maya left the doorway, and the only noise now was the soft beeping of Misato's machines.

The former director of operations of NERV sat up in her hospital bed. She was as fat as a livestock animal, absurdly so. In other parts of the world, Asuka was fat and Shinji was fatter, but Misato outweighed them both. She tipped the scales at a mammoth 612 kilograms, well over half a standard ton of fattened woman. She was immobile, and had been for some time, confined to her bed, wearing a soft baby blue hospital gown as big as a large tent.

Her pretty face had been rendered hoggish by all her flab, her immense cheeks bloating out and then sagging down into hefty jowls that oozed down and out from her mouth, giving her permanent dimples. She had three hefty chins, billows of fat that had completely swallowed her neck, and the third one was heavy and bulging and it sagged down her front like a goiter. Her arms were immense in size, bags of blubber that sagged over her elbows to meet her hefty forearms.

Her breasts and butt, once so impressive, had become elephantine. Her breasts were the size of deflated beach balls and billowed saggily down her front. They lolled to either side of her immense belly, an ocean of blubber; Misato's gut had no rolls, just one mighty slope that jutted in front of her so far she couldn't reach the furthest edge of it. It parted into a cleft at its furthest extent, giving her a 'front butt' dimpled with cellulite. Meanwhile, in the back, her gigantic ass was the size of a loveseat and sagged baggily in two huge, dumpy cheeks like beanbag chairs. Her legs were bigger than tree trunks; in addition to their lard, they retained a lot of water, which gave them an inflated look. Her plump calves sagged over her ankles and met her fat feet; red splotches were visible around both her ankles, evidence of her gout.

Gout, water retention--these were just a few of her health issues. She currently breathed with the assistance of oxygen, a nasal cannula hooked into her nose running to a constant supply of oxygen to make her feel good. She had an IV hooked up to a morphine drip to tame the bouts of pain she sometimes felt from the sheer burden of her immense size. Her skin was yellowed, slightly, from jaundice, and on top of all that she had Type 2 Diabetes; among the many things Maya did for her was regularly supply her with insulin shots.

Maya walked back into the room holding a gigantic bag of McDonald's. "Here you go, Major, let me get your tray." She wheeled a large tray forward, raised to pass over the bed until it leveled with Misato's reach. It had to be high enough to get past her belly, too.

"Oh, goody goody, yum yum," said Misato, licking her fat lips. "Maya, Maya, turn my oxygen up a little, I don't want to get out of breath when I'm eating."

Maya set the huge bag of food on the bed. As she then went to increase Misato's oxygen supply, Misato reached into the bag with a greedy gleam in her brown eyes. She grabbed the carton of a McChicken sandwich. She popped the top open. She took the sandwich out. She took a bite.

"Ohgm," mumbled the huge fat woman. "Sho good." She began to eat at speed. In barely five minutes the McChicken was gone, and she reached back into the bag again.

McChickens. Big Macs. Filets-O-Fish. Quarter Pounders With Cheese. Boxes of nuggets by the tens and twenties. Carton after carton of fries, fries, fries. Misato Katsuragi consumed it all. She ate. She ate. She ate and ate and ate and ate and ate. Her face became greasy as she stuffed it with the fattening slop; she had spots of acne on her yellowed face, a product of her horrible diet.

Maya stood at her beside and watched the behemoth consume. A carefully neutral expression was on her face. She looked like she wanted to say something. She looked like she wanted to say a lot of things. But she merely stood there, silently, as Misato ate enough food for a large family.

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT

"Urp, 'scuse me," mumbled Misato as she farted loudly. Maya wrinkled her nose; Misato's fart smelled terrible. They usually did.

Finally, there was one last french fry left. Misato looked at it lovingly. She smiled with her yellowed teeth. And she grabbed it up, and popped it in her mouth. Her big chins sloshed as she chewed. She swallowed.

And her feast was done.

"Buuuuuurrrp," she belched. "Ahhhh," she sighed. She affectionately patted her belly. "Now that hit the spot."

"Here, Major, hold still," said Maya. She had a damp cloth, and she began to wipe the grease and food stains off Misato's fat face.

"Ooof, burp!, that's such a good feeling," mumbled Misato. She yawned. "Wew, I am gonna need a nap after that. Maya, Maya, get me my blanket, and turn down the temperature."

"I'll get your bedpan too, Major," said Maya. "In case you tinkle while you're asleep."

Misato blinked heavily and yawned again. "That's... mmnmm... that's a good idea... but I might shit too..." Misato laid back against the raised portion of her bed. She was blinking heavily. Maya returned with her blanket and tenderly covered the immense body of the fattened woman. Misato's eyes drifted closed. "I might need... might need.... Zzzzzzzzzz"

And the huge fat lady was out like a light. She napped a lot these days; her obesity and diabetes had rendered her practically narcoleptic.

Maya stared at the vast body of Misato, snoring heavily away as her life support systems beeped softly. She shook her head. "What a mess."

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Pub: 30 Aug 2025 05:29 UTC

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