Misato Katsuragi was taking an enormous shit.

Pllrrbbttt

"Mnm," mumbled the huge fat woman, sitting up in her hospital bed, as she defecated into her bedpan. She'd let Makoto, Aoba, and Maya know that she needed to poop about half an hour ago, and so Makoto had come in with her large bedpan, and placed it, accordingly, beneath her large bottom. Misato huffed a breath, and put a chubby hand to her immense fat chest. She was wearing a hospital gown the size of a large tent. "I'm... hff... getting a bit short of breath, Makoto," she mumbled lazily. "Please... hff... turn up my oxygen."

"Of course, Major," said Makoto, walking over to the digital panel that controlled Misato's oxygen supply. He tapped a few buttons, and the flow of oxygen into Misato's nasal cannula increased. She sighed pleasantly, smiling with her yellowed teeth.

Misato was an absolutely colossal woman. She had collapsed into incredible obesity in her "retirement" since the destruction of NERV, seeming to have an almost unstoppable appetite and a particular talent for putting on weight. According to the digital scale that weighed her in her bed, she currently clocked in at 615 kilograms. Well over half a standard ton. She was an immense blob, a giant puddle of fat. Her ass was three meters wide and oozed goopily into hefty, dimpled cheeks. Her legs were as big around as semi-truck tires, and they retained water as well, giving them a particularly bloated, inflated look. Her huge belly was bigger than a dinner table and could have fit a person inside it. Her breasts had bloated to massive sagging sacks bigger than beach balls. Her porcine face was flabby and oozing, with sagging jowls, a wide, bloated jawline, and a trio of fat chins, the third of which sagged between her breasts like the fat pouch on a cow.

Brrllbbtt

"Hmm hmm, such a nice shit," said Misato, jaundiced skin slightly yellowed, teeth yellowed from her poor dental hygiene. She'd eaten an immense lunch earlier in the day of Taco Bell and Pizza Hut, and what had not turned into fat was currently exiting her overloaded anus in the form of heavy, soft turds that were a waxy, yellowish-brown in color. Misato drummed her plump fingers on her belly. It did feel nice to get it all out of her guts.

Makoto, standing beside her, groaned in displeasure. Misato's poop absolutely stank. Of course it did, but he didn't think his shits were quite as rancid as hers. Given her terrible diet and poor health, he supposed it wasn't suprising that she took particularly awful dumps. Misato would poop about five or six times every day, and they'd always be huge loads, absolute mountains of feces that would pile up in the bedpan. Fortunately, she wasn't quite incontinent yet; she couldn't really hold it in but she could at least delay a bowel movement enough for someone to ready her bedpan between her mountainous butt cheeks. She had started to develop a tendency to shit the bed while she slept, though, and Makoto was worried that full fecal incontince wasn't far away for the fat wreck of a woman. He wasn't looking forward to that. That meant diapers, and Makoto was not looking forward to the chore of maneuvering her huge body to change them.

Plrrbbtttt

"Hoof," Misato said, putting her hands on her hips. "Big turd!" Sure enough, a huge, thick log was currently exiting her, an enormous python of poop. At the very least, Misato's guts actually worked. She had many health problems: diabetes, gout, high blood pressure. But at least she didn't get constipated. Though, Makoto reflected, maybe it would be better if she did. It would mean less work on his part, perhaps.

Plrbt!

"All done," said Misato, with a soft sigh and a smile. Her triple chins sloshed as she looked Makoto's way. "Well, Makoto, I'm all finished."

Makoto sighed, and moved around to the vast backside of the former NERV Operations Director. He removed the bedpan; the metal vat was full to the brim with disgusting, slimy, smelly turds. He went over to a large trash can and dumped the poop into it. Setting the bedpan aside, he then began to grab a copious number of baby wipes. He lifted the back of Misato's gown and began to wipe inside her ass crack, cleaning it diligently.

"Oooh, careful, Makoto!" Misato said with a laugh. "That tickles."

"Sure, sure, Major," said Makoto with a frown.

"Turn on the TV when you're done, I want to watch the Lakers game," said Misato. "Oh, and order me some Chinese food takeout, too. Go get the menu."

"Sure, sure, Major," said Makoto, gritting his teeth as he continued to wipe her huge ass.