Ritsuko pushed the platter of food alongside the table. Steaks, hamburgers, loaded baked potatoes, fried chicken, it was overflowing. "Here you go, Pilot Soryu," she said.

"Buuuurrrp," belched Asuka, her turgid belly oozing out in front of her. "Ohh, Dr. Akagi, I'm getting... hic," she hiccuped, and put a plump hand to her foodstained mouth, "I'm getting kind of, a little..."

FRRRRTT!!!

"A little full," said Asuka, wincing somewhat at the enormous fart from her vast backside.

Asuka was as fat as a pig. She was almost naked, wearing only a bra and panties; Ritsuko had advised her to wear nothing else during their feeding sessions because Asuka was liable to grow several centimeters in girth all over her body during the really heavy stuffing, due to both the quantity of food and the cocktail of NERV-powered supplements and chemicals Ritsuko was pouring into her. Her huge, pale body spread turgid and bloated across the soft couch Ritsuko had procured for her. Asuka had a fat pig's face, with a sagging pair of chins and swollen, fat cheeks. Her breasts had taken a large bulk of the calories Ritsuko had poured into her, bloating into large, fat hooters that gave her impressive cleavage when she wore t-shirts these days. Her arms were hefty and soft, pale white bags of lard that sloshed as she moved them.

Her breasts splayed bountifully atop her large, fat belly. Asuka was very much an apple shape, with huge breasts and a huge gut, too. She had a booming belly, a huge fat blob of a gut, that had long since sagged over her pubic area and currently hung down almost to her knees. Those knees sat amid fat, saggy thighs; though an apple, Asuka still had some portly legs, her thighs touching midway down towards those aforementioned knees. Her fat legs sagged into oozing, hamlike calves, lardy bags of flab that were close to sagging over the tops of her ankles.

Prrrbbttt

"Mmm, I keep tooting," mumbled Asuka with a blush on her porcine face. She had a large, fat bottom. Her hefty butt cheeks often swallowed up her panties and gave her a monstrous wedgie; she was constantly asking Ritsuko to pull her underwear out of her crack. At Ritsuko's advice, Asuka had worn large-seated panties, real granny panties that gave her ample backside plenty of coverage. But still... those darn wedgies.

Frrrbbbtt

"Ohh, Dr. Akagi, I keep farting so much," mumbled Asuka. "And I'm so full..."

"It's merely a side effect of the digestive stimulants I've given you," said Ritsuko, coming in close. She tenderly rubbed Asuka's upper arm, thrilled at how the soft, fat skin sagged against her touch. "You won't feel so full soon enough, which means you need to keep eating."

Asuka turned her head and eyed the platter of food.

Ggrrgglll

Her belly groaned.

"I am... mmm, num num, I am a bit peckish," said Asuka. "Those appetite enhancers you've given me... they're really kicking in." Drool began to seep out from her lips, oozing between her double chins and down her dimpled jowls.

"You have to get fatter, of course," said Ritsuko. "You have to get fatter for Mr. Kaji."

"Ohh, yes, yes," said Asuka, her fat face flushing bright red. "Ohh, Mr. Kaji, finding out he likes bigger girls... it makes perfect sense why he never paid attention to me!"

FRRRTTT!!

"I've just been too skinny!"

"You have, Pilot Soryu," said Ritsuko. "And if you get fat enough, he'll love you for sure. He'll definitely abandon Misato for you... if you're fat enough."

"Ohh, Mr. Kaji... my love... my precious..." Asuka sloshed in place on her cushioned seat. Her plump hand drifted down towards her crotch. But she couldn't reach under her belly. Frustrated, she reached her hands up to her huge nipples and began to play with them.

Ritsuko smirked devilishly. She had also been slipping Asuka aphrodisiacs, but she hadn't told the Second Child that. The Second Child was being injected with a lot of things right now that Ritsuko wasn't telling her about. Ritsuko bit her lip in delight. Such a fine little toy Soryu had become. And to think, she hadn't even expected it. She'd been planning to start trying out her fetishes on Ikari's son, when the Second Child had come to her unexpectedly with the delusional idea that Ryoji somehow liked fatter women. Asuka had begged Ritsuko to 'make me fat so Kaji likes me!'. It was like a gazelle asking a lion for help. Ritsuko had barely been able to hide her perverted glee. But hid it she had.

Frrrtttttt

Hid it she had, and Asuka seemed to trust her completely. A trust Ritsuko was, of course, abusing.

Frrrrrrrrr-pllrrbttt!!

"Oh," moaned Asuka, fat face contorting in a funny expression. "Oh, Dr. Akagi, I pooped my panties!"

Ritsuko turned aside from Asuka and grinned deviously. She glanced back to the ass of the Second Child. Sure enough, her large granny panties had bulged outwards with a heavy, dark mass visible through their white fabric. Ritsuko had been pumping Asuka full of digestive stimulants, ostensibly to speed the metabolism of all the food she ate into fat. But she'd loaded Asuka up with laxatives and stool softeners, too, because if there was one thing Ritsuko liked even more than fatties, it was fatties messing themselves.

"Aww, that's fine, Pilot Soryu," said Ritsuko. "You know it's just natural."

"That's true," said Asuka, fat face oozing into a smile. "You've said that! It's natural to be a little poopy when you're putting on this much weight!"

Ritsuko smiled gently and kindly at Asuka. She had been psychologically manipulating Asuka into thinking a lack of bowel control was natural, an ordinary consequence of getting this fat. Asuka had shat herself multiple times now in Ritsuko's company, and Ritsuko was convinced she could convert the Second Child into total fecal incontinence. She'd already 'casually' mentioned diapers to Asuka. Asuka had been repulsed. But that was several months and over 50 kilograms ago, not to mention several pantypoops. She could imagine Asuka's resistance to bariatric diapers softening along with her body and her stool.

"It doesn't feel too uncomfortable, does it?" Ritsuko asked.

"I don't think so... not when we're in private, with nobody to see," said Asuka.

"Because, of course, you've got all this food... and I'm sure with that bowel movement you've made some room..."

grrmbbll

Asuka licked her lips.

"Oh, yes, Dr. Akagi! I'm actually really peckish all of a sudden." She turned, and wiggled her plump fingers. She patted her large, fat tummy. "You'd better go ahead and feed me all of that! I can change into clean panties when I'm done!"

Ritsuko smiled gently. She set all the food, plate by plate, onto the table. Asuka grabbed a large hunk of fried chicken and took a big bite. Grease oozed and dribbled down her flabby chins. Some of it spattered onto the large, pale slope of her gut. She then grabbed a fork and knife and started to cut large bites of the steak, swimming in butter, off so she could pop them into her mouth.

Ritsuko stepped back a bit. She could admire her work better at a bit of a distance. Asuka was probably around 160 kilograms at this point. She'd tripled her weight since she'd come to Ritsuko for 'help.' But Ritsuko could envision so much more.

Plrbt!

"Oop, just a bit more poop!" said Asuka. She swallowed another bite. She smiled. "Mr. Kaji is going to absolutely love me when I'm big enough!"

Ritsuko's long-nailed fingers drifted down towards her crotch.

"Oh, someone is going to love you when you're big enough, you foolish girl," she said, softly and huskily.