Misato Katsuragi was gorging herself on dessert.

"Mmm," she hummed in pleasure, forking another bite of pie into her mouth. "Mrm," she burbled, and reached her fork for a bite of cake. "Umm, nom nom," she warbled, forking up a bite of cheesecake.

The huge fat woman, sitting up in her hospital bed, had her large tray rolled up to arm's reach, raised to a height where it passed over her belly. Currently a chocolate lover's delight was laid out across the tray: there was a chocolate fudge cake, a chocolate cream pie, and a chocolate cheesecake. A whole cake, a whole pie, and a whole cheesecake, all for Misato. And she was decadently eating them all, one bite at a time.

"Mm, nmm," she mumbled in pleasure, swallowing another bite.

The former Operations Director of NERV was a colossal hunk of fat flesh. She currently tipped the scales at 613 kilograms, over 1,300 standard pounds. She billowed in a swell of obese bulk, so fat she needed an industrial-strength bed to hold her weight. She was wearing a seafoam green hospital gown as big as a tent, and it swathed her pulchritude exorbitantly, showing off the sheer size of her.

Her piggish face was large and sagged with fat. It resembled a gourd, her lower face wider than her upper face, from her billowing cheeks to her bloated, oozing jowls to her sagging trio of chins. Her third chin, the biggest and heaviest, oozed between her colossal breasts. They were massive, sagging sacks of lard, parting from each other in the middle of her lardy chest. They sagged down the slope of her belly. Misato's gut was enormous, whalish, a sea of lard, so big it would have dragged along the ground if it were possible for her to stand up. She had already fed it a large breakfast, a large mid-morning snack, and a large lunch. Misato liked her meals big. It was how she, herself, had gotten big.

Her huge thighs spread wide to make room for her gut, but they were so thick that even so her belly had to roll over the expanse of her thighs and hips. Her thighs sagged over he knees and led to her plump calves. Of course her arms were fat, too, huge ham-sized bloats of lard that sloshed as she moved her arm to fork up bite after bite of decadent sweetness. Her feet and her hands were fat; her toes and her fingers were chubby.

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"Mmm, that needed to come out," mumbled Misato in between bites. She had farted from between her enormous butt cheeks. Her ass was about three meters wide and swelled behind her in a colossal shelf of blubber. Her jelly-like folds of back fat were visible through her gown, and tumbled down to the base of her spine, where they rested on the shelf of her butt.

She was as big as a livestock animal. A stupendous fat load. It was dizzying how big she'd eaten herself.

Misato slurped up some of her Coca-Cola. She'd had a large Coke left over from when she'd ordered Burger King for lunch, and she'd kept it around to drink with her dessert. She did love sugar on top of sugar. Right now the behemoth woman was on a dizzying sugar high, racing with pleasure through her overloaded innards. It was part of why she'd become diabetic. Soon Maya or Aoba would be coming in with her insulin shot, which she took twice daily. She hoped they didn't come in before she was finished, though. She hated it when her treats were interrupted.

Eating and eating and eating. Minutes passed, and Misato slowly but surely plowed through her feast of desserts. She loved chocolate. She couldn't get enough of it. One of the reasons she'd gotten so fat is because when she had escaped from the wreckage of NERV she'd made a pledge to herself never to deny herself any pleasures, ever again. She'd spent way too much time sacrificing for the good of the human race, or the pilots, or whatever. Now she'd grown vain and selfish and only wanted to please herself. So she had embarked on a journey through food that had led her to her current state, and her current size.

"Major, did you want me to give you your insulin shot now?" asked Shigeru Aoba, coming into the room. Shigeru Aoba, Maya Ibuki, and Makoto Hyuga had all fled NERV with Misato. One thing had led to another, and the end result had been Misato using the funds she'd come into to pay for Aoba, Maya, and Makoto to stay on as her caretakers. She certainly couldn't survive without them. She was way too fat, and had way too many health issues. And she paid well. So they put up with her, despite all three of them largely being disgusted with her.

"Mmm, num num, not yet, Aoba," said Misato, opening her mouth to receive a bite of pie. The chocolate and whipped cream got smeared some on her lips. She swallowed. "I think I'll want it after I'm done with my treat."

"Which should be soon, right?" asked Aoba.

"Well, actually," and Misato licked her lips, and rubbed her colossal gut. "I think I am feeling a bit less-than-full. I will need something to top me off." She smacked her lips. "Go to the fridge and get that banana cake. I'll be eating that, too."

Aoba grimaced. "Sure thing, Major," he said, and walked off.

Misato ate another bite of cake. "Num num num," she burbled fatly. "Cake and pie and cake and pie, all for all for me." And she resumed her chocolate feast.