Gendo Ikari
The Intellectual
BBW(mult), Fanfic, ~MWG - two opposite become roommates, and more)
(Author's note: I don't usually post my work on here, due to creative differences in the past, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to get more eyeballs. This is currently ongoing, I post them on my DA account first)
Chapter 1
Ritsuko played with her recently dyed blonde hair. She had gotten it done in preparation for today. Having lived all her life as a brunette she wanted a change. Change was good, here she was on campus now, in her dorm. It was already furnished, a couch in the main room, small kitchen on the side and a bunkbed in the corner. The bathroom and the shower was down the hall, a place she and a roommate she had yet to meet would have to share with the other students.
“Yes, us” Ritsuko puffed from a cigarette. She was smoking by the window, waiting for her roommate to arrive. She was late, she was supposed to be here an hour ago. Finally the door opened.
“Heello!” came the voice of Ritsuko’s roommate. Ritsuko turned to see her.
“Sorry I’m late, it was hard to find the right place!” the girl apologised, dragging her suitcases in. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a yellow tank top. She had long purple hair that was put into a ponytail.
She extended her hand to Ritsuko. “My name is Misato, Misato Katsuragi”.
Ritsuko shook her hand.
“Katsuragi? That name sounds familiar, I recall Mother bringing it up. My name is Ritsuko by the way, Ritsuko Akagi” she introduced herself to Misato. “
Whoa, Akagi as in the Akagi thats everywhere? Akagi labs, the Akagi building, and the Akagi dorms?” Misato exclaimed, having seen the name attached everywhere.
“Yeah, that would be my mother. She’s a major player in this school, but I don’t care about that” Ritsuko nodded but brushed it off.
“Well, starting today lets be the best of friends, okay?” Misato smiled at her, going over to the kitchen. Along with her luggage she had several bags of food. “I took the time to go and stock up for the dorm, thought one of us should, but I guess it did make me a bit late too”
Misato giggled as she pulled out what Ritsuko saw was mostly chips and chocolate and cookies and instant ramen as well as milk, eggs, and other bare essentials. As Misato took the time to put the stuff away Ritsuko took the time to observe Misato more, a trait she learned from her mother’s judgemental nature.
Ritsuko, who was dressed in a conservative looking black skirt and a blue blouse, wanting to make a good impression with a very proper image. It was indeed very off putting to Ritsuko to see Misato wear something so immodest. She looked at her from the side and saw she had a pot belly that jiggled and wiggled in her yellow top. She was also drawn to her large boobs, feeling envious as Ritsuko was a card carrying member of the itty bitty titty committee, but she shook her head.
All that junk, she thought, staring at Misato’s ass as she bent over in the fridge putting things in. Her rear was big and prominent, looking very appealing in daisy dukes that were very worn, the endings frayed.
Misato was very curvy, very filled out, Ritsuko thought, perhaps bordering on bonafide fatness. If she wasn’t careful she was going to be a victim of the freshmen 15, Ritsuko had to snicker at the thought as Misato pulled out a case of beer, putting it in the fridge.
“All settled in?” Ritsuko asked her.
Misato finished and closed the fridge “Yeah, but it’ll take a while for the beer to get cold, I bought it warm”
Misato had a pout on her face. Ritsuko felt a tinge of guilt, Misato had bought food and stocked up the dorm for what seemed like a week and she hadn’t contributed anything, she had been planning on going shopping later.
“Well, since it is, 3:30 I suppose we could go to the bar, get something to eat and maybe a drink” Ritsuko suggested. Misato lit up like a Christmas tree.
“You mean it? I could totally go for a beer!” Misato chirped.
“Sure, and I’ll tell you what, since you bought the food for the dorm, I’ll pay the tab” Ritsuko smiled and even complimented her for doing a good deed, although she herself wouldn’t touch any of that fattening junk with a ten foot pole.
“If you say so, heheh” Misato giggled “Although after tonight you might regret doing that, I kinda like to drink”.
Fiftenn minutes later they were at the bar.
“24 wings, a double bacon cheeseburger with ries and a pitcher of beer!” Misato ordered the calorie heavy, rich meal.
Ritsuko teased her “I see you’re taking advantage of my generous offer”.
Misato was grinning
“I told you you would regret it” she told her as the bartender got their pitcher and poured them each a glass. Misato already had the glass to her mouth, drinking the alcohol down like a fish in water. Ritsuko for her part wasn’t much of a drinker, taking little sips to savor it. She didnt want to get drunk, but still wanted to feel a buz, Misato looked like all she wanted was the buz.
“Ahhhhh!” Misato sighed, filling her glass back up, Ritsuko couldn’t believe how fast she had gone through that one glass.
“Well, tell me about yourself Ritsuko” Misato asked her, to which Ritsuko took a side glance at the TV.
“Oh, I don’t like talking about myself. What do you want to know exactly?” Ritsuko asked her as the buffalo wings and the salad Ritsuko had ordered came in.
“Don’t be silly, you can tell me eveything! I’ll tell you about me if you start” Misato told her, having a hungry happy expression at the collection of wings, starting right in, taking a plump little drumstick and putting it to her mouth, ripping the spicy meat right off.
“Well, if you insist I suppose I’ll indulge you” Ritsuko smirked at Misato digging in, Misato was a little bit too happy and talkative, at least this way her big mouth was closed.
“Naoko Akagi is my mother, I was home schooled up till now, always had a tutor. All my friends were older people, scientists and doctors mostly. It was somewhat of a boring life to be honest” Ritsuko explained.
Misato was listening, even though it looked like she was engrossed in her food, fiddling with the flat pieces, eating the chicken that was between the bones. It actually made a lot of sense, why she was so prudish in dress and why she was so awkward.
“Last year I guess I learned all I could from my tutors, there wasn’t anything more, so I enrolled here. I want to join up with my mother, she is working on something that will revolutionize the world, and I want to help her with that. Thats all she talks about, her work” Ritsuko went on, before being cut off from the belch from Misato.
“Ooof, that was a big one” Misato moans a bit, smacking her lips of the spicy sauce that coated it. “Don’t worry I was paying attention” she reassured her new friend.
Ritsuko was amused by her new friend as her eyes lit up as her burger and fries came in.
“Oh wow this is big” she took a huge bite, ketchup and mustard falling out of the back ontop her yellow top, she would then take some of the french fries and dip them in the collection of buffalo sauce, plopping them into her mouth.
“Well I told you about me, what about you Misato? Whats Misato Katsuragi like?” Ritsuko asked her.
“Wellph ye shee” Misato talked with her mouth full before Ritsuko stopped her.
“Manners Misato, chew and swallow before speaking” Ritsuko told her “I can’t understand you”.
“Sorry” Misato swallowed and began to talk. “Well, my father was also a scientist.. When I was six my mom and dad both died in an accident and I was put in a foster family.”
Misato paused to take couple more big bites of her burger, this time mayo dripped out of the back collecting on the rainbow of stains that was now being collected on her chest. “They were alright I guess, treated me as one of their own. My foster mom and I had some issues as I got older, mostly over my figure.”
Misato took a sip of beer.
“She was always saying I was getting fat when I was just developing curves, you know?” Misato chatted away as Ritsuko looked over the feast before Misato.
“Misato, you do realise what you’re eating is really fatty, don’t you?” Ritsuko asked her. Misato grew a naughty little smirk
“I know! I’m on my own and I can eat whatever I want!”. She giggled dipping a wing in rich creamy ranch, getting it nice and covered. “Four years on her diet, her telling me what to do, what to eat, hearing ‘Oh Misato, you’re getting fat!’ ‘Oh Misato, that will only make your thighs bigger’, well yoiu know what? Maybe I like my body? I’m not fat, I’m curvy and I am a big girl who should be able to eat ever I want!”
She then picked up the little cup of ranch and tipped it into her mouth, drinking it up. Ritsuko couldn’t believe how much of a ravenous glutton Misato was. College was going to absolutely destroy her curvy figure, she was going to balloon and become a fat girl.
Ritsuko felt a shiver run down her spine and for the life of her couldn’t explain the tingle that was going on in her crotch, she reached for her glass and took a big sig, drinking the beer down and filling her glass full.
“T-Thats quite the statement, you sound like a free spirit Misato” Ritsuko gulped. The idea of someone growing enormously fat on purpose raced through her head and she found herself drinking more beer as she got very hot under her skirt.
The girls talked and talked, Misato finishing the burger and was still working on her fries. Her shirt had become a rainbow of stains, red stains, yellow stains, white stains, all mixing together. Misato’s mouth was smeared with sauces as well. They talked and drank well into the evening, Misato was now starting to get tipsy, giggling and laughing. As the sun set the crowd got lively.
Misato belched once more, sounding like it could match any frat boy’s, her breath smelling of food and beer.
“Are you still hungry?” Ritsuko asked her, Misato having added a basket of onion rings to their tab, the pitcher of beer almost empty.
“Nahhhhh” Misato slurred before her eyes lit up.
“Oooh! Karoke!” Misato scooted off the stool. Ritsuko bit her lip as she watched Misato’s ass jiggle getting off.
“Misato, come back you’re drunk!” she called out as Misato got on the stage as the video started.
“Dis is mah favorite song!” She announced on the live mic.
Misato began to sing.
Badly.
“SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!” a rowdy patron shouted to the slurring and stumbly Misato.
“If you insist boys” Misato grinned, lifting up her top. Ritsuko’s jaw dropped as she saw it happened. Misato wore no bra. Her pot belly stuck out and she wiggled it about, being so full it didn’t jiggle nearly as much. Misato had two very ripe melons, they were perky and shook from left to rght as Misato shook her jelly.
Ritsuko’s sexual experiences had been very few. She knew about sex and read about it and even watched a bit of it, but she had never done the deed herself. She got up on the stage and pulled down Misato’s shirt, causing a string of boos.
“Come on Misato, we’re going home” Ritsuko told her as she helped Misato out.
“MMmphh” Misato moaned as she was helped, being clearly unable to walk straight.
Back in the dorm Misato took her top off and fell back on the couch.
“That was sooo HOT!” she cried, rubbing her big bloated belly.
“You were very popular” Ritsuko said dryly, not wanting to sound harsh, this was their first night together, she could bring it up in the morning.
Misato licked her lips “I ate like a total PIG and the guys all liked me!”
Misato titled her head back, thrusting her belly out. Ritsuko was half tempted to rub it, but fought it.
“You don’t say” Ritsuko muttered.
“Guys loooove meat, they love currves” she slurred as she rested her eyes.
Soon she was falling asleep. Ritsuko put a little blanket over her, to keep her decent and sat down in the chair watching her. She didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. Why was Misato turning her on? What was the key? Was it her weight? Her gluttony? She only watched porn with girls and boys. She didn’t think she was a lesbian.
At least, not yet…
Chapter 2
The next morning Ritsuko woke up. Misato was in the kitchen working at the stove. Ritsuko caught Misato’s eye.
“Hey Rits!” Misato waved over.
Ritsuko scooted up in the chair she had slept in.
“Morning Misato.” she yawned,
Misato came around back “I made some eggs! It’s usually my post drinking binge meal”
Misato gave Ritsuko a plate.
Ritsuko looked down at it. It looked absolutely bad. It was burnt in some parts, the yellow of the scrambled eggs looked more like a golden bronze. She looked up and saw Misato eating it without any problem. Ritsuko remembered something like this from her home schooling days, how monkeys would watch the other monkeys eat berries to see if they were poisonous, monkey see monkey do, she put a bit of egg into her mouth.
To say it was bad would be an understatement. She could feel the egg shells inside it. Never before had she felt the perfect storm of something both undercooked and overcooked. Hot and burnt on the outside, cold on the inside. And Misato was downing them all.
“Very...good” Ritsuko struggled to say, not wanting to hurt Misato’s feelings.
Wanting to change the subject, she decided to bring up last night.
“About yesterday…” Ritsuko tentatively brought it up.
Misato shook her head.
“It’s alright, I had a little too much to drink” she waved her hand dismissively “I tend to to do that, everyone has their vices, I mean look at you and your cigarettes!”
She pointed at the pack that was on the table. Ritsuko chuckled.
“I do like my cigarettes. But I don’t smoke a whole pack a day. Lets go a little easy on the boose, alright? We do have to study” she tried to reason with Misato.
“Alright, yeah, you’re right about that. Besides bar hopping is brutal on my wallet” Misato sighed, patting her pocket on her sweats. Ritsuko had to snort at that, she had to pick up that large tab last night. Still though, as she watched Misato sitting on the couch she had to imagine those loose sweats getting tight and her shirt with the university logo straining to hold in her boobs and belly. Ritsuko shook her head, she had to divert her mind to something else.
“Say Misato, there is something we have to take care of” Ritsuko changed the subject.
“Take care of what?” Misato asked, not sure what Ritsuko was up to.
“Since we’re going to be roommates we need to set up some chores” Ritsuko informed her, causing Misato to moan.
“Awww, do we have to? I had to do chores all time back home!” Misato complained loudly.
Ritsuko nodded “We have to, we can’t just let the dorm go to pot. Look, it’ll be okay, we’ll divide them. Rock Paper Scissors for the month, at the end of the month we’ll play again for the next month. How does that sound?” she offered her.
“Alright, sure! I’m game!” Misato extended her hand.
Misato turned out to be extremly lucky. Misato kept on winning at rock, paper, scissors. As they looked at the little chart they made Misato grinned.
“I totally beat you” she crowed. Ritsuko grumbled, she had indeed been beaten, there was some weeks in the month where she did all the work. There was some benefit to this arrangement though: cooking. Now she wouldn’t have to swallow Misato’s cooking and could now control Misato’s eating habits.
She should have taken the opportunity to throw out all the junk food Misato had brought into the dorm, but she felt compelled to keep it. If anything, she felt tempted to make her bigger. Just a tiny bit, she reasoned. Just to see what it would look like. If she looked this good as voluptuous as she did now she realy did wonder what 20 pounds would do to her looks.
From that day forward Ritsuko and Misato started their tenure as roommates. They quickly became very good friends despite being opposites. Indeed Ritsuko found Misato to be inhumanly lazy in regards to her studying while
Ritsuko never missed a class. Misato was more of a slob than Ritsuko realised, her part of the dorm was a total pig sty that Ritsuko insisted she clean up. When she told Ritsuko she was going to cut loose and eat what she wanted, she really meant it, having become a glutton, never eating anything light, almost always having something in her hand to nibble on. Ritsuko hypothesized that this was Misato’s way of rebelling, based on what Misato had told her about the conflict she had with her foster mother.
It had been almost three weeks since they started rooming together. Ritsuko entered the dorm and saw Misato lounging around on the couch in just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. She blushed for a moment, seeing how tight Misato’s black thong panties had become. Misato’s legs looked much bigger, rounded out and thicker.
A bag of chips was leaning by her side, the opening resting on her jelly rolls, spilling over the band of her panties. Her shirt was looking tight, the bottom part of her belly was poking out just bit. Her breasts looked like they had increased in cup size, stretching the logo a bit. Her arms were rounder and the sleeves looked as if they were cutting in. Her face had started to lose definition, becoming softer and rounder.
“You’re home early,” she eclared.
Ritsuko raised an eyebrow, kind of surprised to see her. Usually Misato returned a bit later in the day, usually with food in hand. Misato looked up, a bit of grease coated her lips, swallowing what she was eating before saying “I skipped class today”.
Ritsuko had a shocked expression on her face “You skipped class? Why?”
“I just didn’t feel like it” Misato scratched her stomach.
Ritsuko rolled her eyes
“You’re going to miss stuff” she lectured Misato, to which Misato shoved more chips in before getting up.
“I’ll read the material and go back on the mid-term” Misato dismissed the lecture, finishing the bag of chips with a hearty belch. She got up and went to the kitchen, Ritsuko getting a good look at Misato’s butt as she went. In her black thong panties her cheeks were exposed. Misato already had a shapely heart shaped rump to begin with, but now it had a bit of a jiggle to it as she moved, the bottom half ripping in time with the back of her thighs. Ritsuko felt herself heating up inside as she stared at the meaty rump, Misato digging into the fridge.
Misato finally turned, her shirt riding up over her belly a bit as she faced Ritsuko. She had a case of beer bottles in hand.
“Since you’re here, why don’t we have a drink?” Misato giggled, bringing the bottles back to the couch where Ritsuko had sat down. Ritsuko decided she should indulge her friend a bit.
“Sure, why not” Ritsuko smiled, twisting open a bottle. She tried to take a big swig but couldn’t match Misato who was a pro at it. Never the less Ritsuko was getting tipsy, although Misato had already reached the state.
“So Ritsuko” Misato drunkenly grinned. “You ever been with anyone?”
Ritsuko stammered a bit “S-s-sure I have!” she tried to build a response.
“PHahaha! You’re so full of crap Rits!” Misato shot her down, laughing at the total virgin compared to her experiences.
“I have too been with someone! There was this one guy, and-” Ritsuko tried to rebound but was cut off by Misato telling her “You’re left hand doesn’t count!”.
“At least I’m not blowing up like a balloon. You’re getting fat Misato” Ritsuko shot back, before swooning a bit, having had to say that made her head spin in pleasure.
Misato snorted.
“I’m not fat, I’m just curvy!” she retorted. Taking another drink Ritsuko started to giggle
“Oh no? What about this?” she poked Misato’s bum.
“Guys like a girl with junk in the trunk” Misato countered, sticking out her tongue. Ritsuko bit her lip feeling a little bit braver as she scooted over, patting her belly
“What about this? Is this for belly dancing? Do guys like a girls with a meaty belly” Ritsuko started to poke it., teasing her As she was poking, a fart snuck out of Misato.
They both stopped and started laughing.
“Very sexy Misato” Ritsuko said sarcastically, ticking the bottom of Misato’s belly.
“I’m a real woman, I don’t pretend to be any person’s ideal but my own” Misato stuck her tongue out at her
“Thats the reality, girls pass gas just like everyone else” she acknowledged what had just happened. “And guys do like a girl with a pot belly.”
Misato tipped back her belly, chugging and chugging Ritsuko watched as the belly swelled before her eys. Misato started to slur
“Peeple like meat on bones, HIC” she hiccupped.
Ritsuko could only smile. Misato was a mess of a woman, so completely devoted to hedonism. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, it was exciting and different, this slob pig for a roommate. Ritsuko was drunk now and put her hands all over Misato’s pot belly.
“You’re right Misato” she slurred “You got such currrves. I’m jealous!”
Ritsujo rubbed Misato’s belly all over, jiggling it in her hand.
“MMMppph” Misato grunted, tipping another bottle in her mouth as the girls drank the day away.
Meanwhile deep underground was the project known as Gehirn. In her lab sat Dr. Naoko Akagi. She was reading a letter sent from Ritsuko. In the letter Ritsuko had requested a loan for a few books.
“I really wish she wouldn’t ask for money” Naoko put the letter down “I’ll write her back later, I don’t have time for her nonsense”
Naoko was in one of her moods, being confined underground was affecting her, she chalked it up to a lack of seeing the sun.
Just then the door opened and her partner came in, Yui Ikari.
“Hello Naoko” she cheerfully greeted her. Yui was as sweet as sugar and overly optimistic, something that annoyed the cranky Naoko to no end. She was also in a blissful marriage to the head of the project Gendo Ikari, the two having recently given birth. She was carrying with her a box of doughnuts which she was snacking from.
“Still at it? You know you’re long past eating for two” Naoko sniped at Yui, who didn’t catch the snide comment. Yui was a fat young mother. During her pregnancy she had snacked and eaten and grazed through all 9 months, having put on 72 pounds overall, tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Her double chinned chubby face blushed
“I just can’t help myself, it’s just become a habit!” she giggled, rubbing her big belly under her clothes. She crossed her thicker legs that jiggled in her skirt
“I’m sure Gendo won’t mind a few extra pounds” she said optimistically.
She took a few big bites of her doughnut before taking two out.
“Here you go, just wanted to bring this for you. You forget to eat sometimes and thats no good for either of us” Yui told her, gving a friendly pat on her shoulder, leaving the box next to her before leaving. Yui waddled out past the hall where she met up with her husband.
“Hello Mr. Rokubungi” Yui rose on her toes to kiss her taller husband.
“It’s Mr. Ikari now” Gendo told her tubby wife. .
(Author's note: I don't usually post my work on here, due to creative differences in the past, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to get more eyeballs. This is currently ongoing, I post them on my DA account first)
College Days
By Frank Castle
By Frank Castle
Chapter 1
Ritsuko played with her recently dyed blonde hair. She had gotten it done in preparation for today. Having lived all her life as a brunette she wanted a change. Change was good, here she was on campus now, in her dorm. It was already furnished, a couch in the main room, small kitchen on the side and a bunkbed in the corner. The bathroom and the shower was down the hall, a place she and a roommate she had yet to meet would have to share with the other students.
“Yes, us” Ritsuko puffed from a cigarette. She was smoking by the window, waiting for her roommate to arrive. She was late, she was supposed to be here an hour ago. Finally the door opened.
“Heello!” came the voice of Ritsuko’s roommate. Ritsuko turned to see her.
“Sorry I’m late, it was hard to find the right place!” the girl apologised, dragging her suitcases in. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a yellow tank top. She had long purple hair that was put into a ponytail.
She extended her hand to Ritsuko. “My name is Misato, Misato Katsuragi”.
Ritsuko shook her hand.
“Katsuragi? That name sounds familiar, I recall Mother bringing it up. My name is Ritsuko by the way, Ritsuko Akagi” she introduced herself to Misato. “
Whoa, Akagi as in the Akagi thats everywhere? Akagi labs, the Akagi building, and the Akagi dorms?” Misato exclaimed, having seen the name attached everywhere.
“Yeah, that would be my mother. She’s a major player in this school, but I don’t care about that” Ritsuko nodded but brushed it off.
“Well, starting today lets be the best of friends, okay?” Misato smiled at her, going over to the kitchen. Along with her luggage she had several bags of food. “I took the time to go and stock up for the dorm, thought one of us should, but I guess it did make me a bit late too”
Misato giggled as she pulled out what Ritsuko saw was mostly chips and chocolate and cookies and instant ramen as well as milk, eggs, and other bare essentials. As Misato took the time to put the stuff away Ritsuko took the time to observe Misato more, a trait she learned from her mother’s judgemental nature.
Ritsuko, who was dressed in a conservative looking black skirt and a blue blouse, wanting to make a good impression with a very proper image. It was indeed very off putting to Ritsuko to see Misato wear something so immodest. She looked at her from the side and saw she had a pot belly that jiggled and wiggled in her yellow top. She was also drawn to her large boobs, feeling envious as Ritsuko was a card carrying member of the itty bitty titty committee, but she shook her head.
All that junk, she thought, staring at Misato’s ass as she bent over in the fridge putting things in. Her rear was big and prominent, looking very appealing in daisy dukes that were very worn, the endings frayed.
Misato was very curvy, very filled out, Ritsuko thought, perhaps bordering on bonafide fatness. If she wasn’t careful she was going to be a victim of the freshmen 15, Ritsuko had to snicker at the thought as Misato pulled out a case of beer, putting it in the fridge.
“All settled in?” Ritsuko asked her.
Misato finished and closed the fridge “Yeah, but it’ll take a while for the beer to get cold, I bought it warm”
Misato had a pout on her face. Ritsuko felt a tinge of guilt, Misato had bought food and stocked up the dorm for what seemed like a week and she hadn’t contributed anything, she had been planning on going shopping later.
“Well, since it is, 3:30 I suppose we could go to the bar, get something to eat and maybe a drink” Ritsuko suggested. Misato lit up like a Christmas tree.
“You mean it? I could totally go for a beer!” Misato chirped.
“Sure, and I’ll tell you what, since you bought the food for the dorm, I’ll pay the tab” Ritsuko smiled and even complimented her for doing a good deed, although she herself wouldn’t touch any of that fattening junk with a ten foot pole.
“If you say so, heheh” Misato giggled “Although after tonight you might regret doing that, I kinda like to drink”.
Fiftenn minutes later they were at the bar.
“24 wings, a double bacon cheeseburger with ries and a pitcher of beer!” Misato ordered the calorie heavy, rich meal.
Ritsuko teased her “I see you’re taking advantage of my generous offer”.
Misato was grinning
“I told you you would regret it” she told her as the bartender got their pitcher and poured them each a glass. Misato already had the glass to her mouth, drinking the alcohol down like a fish in water. Ritsuko for her part wasn’t much of a drinker, taking little sips to savor it. She didnt want to get drunk, but still wanted to feel a buz, Misato looked like all she wanted was the buz.
“Ahhhhh!” Misato sighed, filling her glass back up, Ritsuko couldn’t believe how fast she had gone through that one glass.
“Well, tell me about yourself Ritsuko” Misato asked her, to which Ritsuko took a side glance at the TV.
“Oh, I don’t like talking about myself. What do you want to know exactly?” Ritsuko asked her as the buffalo wings and the salad Ritsuko had ordered came in.
“Don’t be silly, you can tell me eveything! I’ll tell you about me if you start” Misato told her, having a hungry happy expression at the collection of wings, starting right in, taking a plump little drumstick and putting it to her mouth, ripping the spicy meat right off.
“Well, if you insist I suppose I’ll indulge you” Ritsuko smirked at Misato digging in, Misato was a little bit too happy and talkative, at least this way her big mouth was closed.
“Naoko Akagi is my mother, I was home schooled up till now, always had a tutor. All my friends were older people, scientists and doctors mostly. It was somewhat of a boring life to be honest” Ritsuko explained.
Misato was listening, even though it looked like she was engrossed in her food, fiddling with the flat pieces, eating the chicken that was between the bones. It actually made a lot of sense, why she was so prudish in dress and why she was so awkward.
“Last year I guess I learned all I could from my tutors, there wasn’t anything more, so I enrolled here. I want to join up with my mother, she is working on something that will revolutionize the world, and I want to help her with that. Thats all she talks about, her work” Ritsuko went on, before being cut off from the belch from Misato.
“Ooof, that was a big one” Misato moans a bit, smacking her lips of the spicy sauce that coated it. “Don’t worry I was paying attention” she reassured her new friend.
Ritsuko was amused by her new friend as her eyes lit up as her burger and fries came in.
“Oh wow this is big” she took a huge bite, ketchup and mustard falling out of the back ontop her yellow top, she would then take some of the french fries and dip them in the collection of buffalo sauce, plopping them into her mouth.
“Well I told you about me, what about you Misato? Whats Misato Katsuragi like?” Ritsuko asked her.
“Wellph ye shee” Misato talked with her mouth full before Ritsuko stopped her.
“Manners Misato, chew and swallow before speaking” Ritsuko told her “I can’t understand you”.
“Sorry” Misato swallowed and began to talk. “Well, my father was also a scientist.. When I was six my mom and dad both died in an accident and I was put in a foster family.”
Misato paused to take couple more big bites of her burger, this time mayo dripped out of the back collecting on the rainbow of stains that was now being collected on her chest. “They were alright I guess, treated me as one of their own. My foster mom and I had some issues as I got older, mostly over my figure.”
Misato took a sip of beer.
“She was always saying I was getting fat when I was just developing curves, you know?” Misato chatted away as Ritsuko looked over the feast before Misato.
“Misato, you do realise what you’re eating is really fatty, don’t you?” Ritsuko asked her. Misato grew a naughty little smirk
“I know! I’m on my own and I can eat whatever I want!”. She giggled dipping a wing in rich creamy ranch, getting it nice and covered. “Four years on her diet, her telling me what to do, what to eat, hearing ‘Oh Misato, you’re getting fat!’ ‘Oh Misato, that will only make your thighs bigger’, well yoiu know what? Maybe I like my body? I’m not fat, I’m curvy and I am a big girl who should be able to eat ever I want!”
She then picked up the little cup of ranch and tipped it into her mouth, drinking it up. Ritsuko couldn’t believe how much of a ravenous glutton Misato was. College was going to absolutely destroy her curvy figure, she was going to balloon and become a fat girl.
Ritsuko felt a shiver run down her spine and for the life of her couldn’t explain the tingle that was going on in her crotch, she reached for her glass and took a big sig, drinking the beer down and filling her glass full.
“T-Thats quite the statement, you sound like a free spirit Misato” Ritsuko gulped. The idea of someone growing enormously fat on purpose raced through her head and she found herself drinking more beer as she got very hot under her skirt.
The girls talked and talked, Misato finishing the burger and was still working on her fries. Her shirt had become a rainbow of stains, red stains, yellow stains, white stains, all mixing together. Misato’s mouth was smeared with sauces as well. They talked and drank well into the evening, Misato was now starting to get tipsy, giggling and laughing. As the sun set the crowd got lively.
Misato belched once more, sounding like it could match any frat boy’s, her breath smelling of food and beer.
“Are you still hungry?” Ritsuko asked her, Misato having added a basket of onion rings to their tab, the pitcher of beer almost empty.
“Nahhhhh” Misato slurred before her eyes lit up.
“Oooh! Karoke!” Misato scooted off the stool. Ritsuko bit her lip as she watched Misato’s ass jiggle getting off.
“Misato, come back you’re drunk!” she called out as Misato got on the stage as the video started.
“Dis is mah favorite song!” She announced on the live mic.
Misato began to sing.
Badly.
“SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!” a rowdy patron shouted to the slurring and stumbly Misato.
“If you insist boys” Misato grinned, lifting up her top. Ritsuko’s jaw dropped as she saw it happened. Misato wore no bra. Her pot belly stuck out and she wiggled it about, being so full it didn’t jiggle nearly as much. Misato had two very ripe melons, they were perky and shook from left to rght as Misato shook her jelly.
Ritsuko’s sexual experiences had been very few. She knew about sex and read about it and even watched a bit of it, but she had never done the deed herself. She got up on the stage and pulled down Misato’s shirt, causing a string of boos.
“Come on Misato, we’re going home” Ritsuko told her as she helped Misato out.
“MMmphh” Misato moaned as she was helped, being clearly unable to walk straight.
Back in the dorm Misato took her top off and fell back on the couch.
“That was sooo HOT!” she cried, rubbing her big bloated belly.
“You were very popular” Ritsuko said dryly, not wanting to sound harsh, this was their first night together, she could bring it up in the morning.
Misato licked her lips “I ate like a total PIG and the guys all liked me!”
Misato titled her head back, thrusting her belly out. Ritsuko was half tempted to rub it, but fought it.
“You don’t say” Ritsuko muttered.
“Guys loooove meat, they love currves” she slurred as she rested her eyes.
Soon she was falling asleep. Ritsuko put a little blanket over her, to keep her decent and sat down in the chair watching her. She didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. Why was Misato turning her on? What was the key? Was it her weight? Her gluttony? She only watched porn with girls and boys. She didn’t think she was a lesbian.
At least, not yet…
Chapter 2
The next morning Ritsuko woke up. Misato was in the kitchen working at the stove. Ritsuko caught Misato’s eye.
“Hey Rits!” Misato waved over.
Ritsuko scooted up in the chair she had slept in.
“Morning Misato.” she yawned,
Misato came around back “I made some eggs! It’s usually my post drinking binge meal”
Misato gave Ritsuko a plate.
Ritsuko looked down at it. It looked absolutely bad. It was burnt in some parts, the yellow of the scrambled eggs looked more like a golden bronze. She looked up and saw Misato eating it without any problem. Ritsuko remembered something like this from her home schooling days, how monkeys would watch the other monkeys eat berries to see if they were poisonous, monkey see monkey do, she put a bit of egg into her mouth.
To say it was bad would be an understatement. She could feel the egg shells inside it. Never before had she felt the perfect storm of something both undercooked and overcooked. Hot and burnt on the outside, cold on the inside. And Misato was downing them all.
“Very...good” Ritsuko struggled to say, not wanting to hurt Misato’s feelings.
Wanting to change the subject, she decided to bring up last night.
“About yesterday…” Ritsuko tentatively brought it up.
Misato shook her head.
“It’s alright, I had a little too much to drink” she waved her hand dismissively “I tend to to do that, everyone has their vices, I mean look at you and your cigarettes!”
She pointed at the pack that was on the table. Ritsuko chuckled.
“I do like my cigarettes. But I don’t smoke a whole pack a day. Lets go a little easy on the boose, alright? We do have to study” she tried to reason with Misato.
“Alright, yeah, you’re right about that. Besides bar hopping is brutal on my wallet” Misato sighed, patting her pocket on her sweats. Ritsuko had to snort at that, she had to pick up that large tab last night. Still though, as she watched Misato sitting on the couch she had to imagine those loose sweats getting tight and her shirt with the university logo straining to hold in her boobs and belly. Ritsuko shook her head, she had to divert her mind to something else.
“Say Misato, there is something we have to take care of” Ritsuko changed the subject.
“Take care of what?” Misato asked, not sure what Ritsuko was up to.
“Since we’re going to be roommates we need to set up some chores” Ritsuko informed her, causing Misato to moan.
“Awww, do we have to? I had to do chores all time back home!” Misato complained loudly.
Ritsuko nodded “We have to, we can’t just let the dorm go to pot. Look, it’ll be okay, we’ll divide them. Rock Paper Scissors for the month, at the end of the month we’ll play again for the next month. How does that sound?” she offered her.
“Alright, sure! I’m game!” Misato extended her hand.
Misato turned out to be extremly lucky. Misato kept on winning at rock, paper, scissors. As they looked at the little chart they made Misato grinned.
“I totally beat you” she crowed. Ritsuko grumbled, she had indeed been beaten, there was some weeks in the month where she did all the work. There was some benefit to this arrangement though: cooking. Now she wouldn’t have to swallow Misato’s cooking and could now control Misato’s eating habits.
She should have taken the opportunity to throw out all the junk food Misato had brought into the dorm, but she felt compelled to keep it. If anything, she felt tempted to make her bigger. Just a tiny bit, she reasoned. Just to see what it would look like. If she looked this good as voluptuous as she did now she realy did wonder what 20 pounds would do to her looks.
From that day forward Ritsuko and Misato started their tenure as roommates. They quickly became very good friends despite being opposites. Indeed Ritsuko found Misato to be inhumanly lazy in regards to her studying while
Ritsuko never missed a class. Misato was more of a slob than Ritsuko realised, her part of the dorm was a total pig sty that Ritsuko insisted she clean up. When she told Ritsuko she was going to cut loose and eat what she wanted, she really meant it, having become a glutton, never eating anything light, almost always having something in her hand to nibble on. Ritsuko hypothesized that this was Misato’s way of rebelling, based on what Misato had told her about the conflict she had with her foster mother.
It had been almost three weeks since they started rooming together. Ritsuko entered the dorm and saw Misato lounging around on the couch in just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. She blushed for a moment, seeing how tight Misato’s black thong panties had become. Misato’s legs looked much bigger, rounded out and thicker.
A bag of chips was leaning by her side, the opening resting on her jelly rolls, spilling over the band of her panties. Her shirt was looking tight, the bottom part of her belly was poking out just bit. Her breasts looked like they had increased in cup size, stretching the logo a bit. Her arms were rounder and the sleeves looked as if they were cutting in. Her face had started to lose definition, becoming softer and rounder.
“You’re home early,” she eclared.
Ritsuko raised an eyebrow, kind of surprised to see her. Usually Misato returned a bit later in the day, usually with food in hand. Misato looked up, a bit of grease coated her lips, swallowing what she was eating before saying “I skipped class today”.
Ritsuko had a shocked expression on her face “You skipped class? Why?”
“I just didn’t feel like it” Misato scratched her stomach.
Ritsuko rolled her eyes
“You’re going to miss stuff” she lectured Misato, to which Misato shoved more chips in before getting up.
“I’ll read the material and go back on the mid-term” Misato dismissed the lecture, finishing the bag of chips with a hearty belch. She got up and went to the kitchen, Ritsuko getting a good look at Misato’s butt as she went. In her black thong panties her cheeks were exposed. Misato already had a shapely heart shaped rump to begin with, but now it had a bit of a jiggle to it as she moved, the bottom half ripping in time with the back of her thighs. Ritsuko felt herself heating up inside as she stared at the meaty rump, Misato digging into the fridge.
Misato finally turned, her shirt riding up over her belly a bit as she faced Ritsuko. She had a case of beer bottles in hand.
“Since you’re here, why don’t we have a drink?” Misato giggled, bringing the bottles back to the couch where Ritsuko had sat down. Ritsuko decided she should indulge her friend a bit.
“Sure, why not” Ritsuko smiled, twisting open a bottle. She tried to take a big swig but couldn’t match Misato who was a pro at it. Never the less Ritsuko was getting tipsy, although Misato had already reached the state.
“So Ritsuko” Misato drunkenly grinned. “You ever been with anyone?”
Ritsuko stammered a bit “S-s-sure I have!” she tried to build a response.
“PHahaha! You’re so full of crap Rits!” Misato shot her down, laughing at the total virgin compared to her experiences.
“I have too been with someone! There was this one guy, and-” Ritsuko tried to rebound but was cut off by Misato telling her “You’re left hand doesn’t count!”.
“At least I’m not blowing up like a balloon. You’re getting fat Misato” Ritsuko shot back, before swooning a bit, having had to say that made her head spin in pleasure.
Misato snorted.
“I’m not fat, I’m just curvy!” she retorted. Taking another drink Ritsuko started to giggle
“Oh no? What about this?” she poked Misato’s bum.
“Guys like a girl with junk in the trunk” Misato countered, sticking out her tongue. Ritsuko bit her lip feeling a little bit braver as she scooted over, patting her belly
“What about this? Is this for belly dancing? Do guys like a girls with a meaty belly” Ritsuko started to poke it., teasing her As she was poking, a fart snuck out of Misato.
They both stopped and started laughing.
“Very sexy Misato” Ritsuko said sarcastically, ticking the bottom of Misato’s belly.
“I’m a real woman, I don’t pretend to be any person’s ideal but my own” Misato stuck her tongue out at her
“Thats the reality, girls pass gas just like everyone else” she acknowledged what had just happened. “And guys do like a girl with a pot belly.”
Misato tipped back her belly, chugging and chugging Ritsuko watched as the belly swelled before her eys. Misato started to slur
“Peeple like meat on bones, HIC” she hiccupped.
Ritsuko could only smile. Misato was a mess of a woman, so completely devoted to hedonism. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, it was exciting and different, this slob pig for a roommate. Ritsuko was drunk now and put her hands all over Misato’s pot belly.
“You’re right Misato” she slurred “You got such currrves. I’m jealous!”
Ritsujo rubbed Misato’s belly all over, jiggling it in her hand.
“MMMppph” Misato grunted, tipping another bottle in her mouth as the girls drank the day away.
Meanwhile deep underground was the project known as Gehirn. In her lab sat Dr. Naoko Akagi. She was reading a letter sent from Ritsuko. In the letter Ritsuko had requested a loan for a few books.
“I really wish she wouldn’t ask for money” Naoko put the letter down “I’ll write her back later, I don’t have time for her nonsense”
Naoko was in one of her moods, being confined underground was affecting her, she chalked it up to a lack of seeing the sun.
Just then the door opened and her partner came in, Yui Ikari.
“Hello Naoko” she cheerfully greeted her. Yui was as sweet as sugar and overly optimistic, something that annoyed the cranky Naoko to no end. She was also in a blissful marriage to the head of the project Gendo Ikari, the two having recently given birth. She was carrying with her a box of doughnuts which she was snacking from.
“Still at it? You know you’re long past eating for two” Naoko sniped at Yui, who didn’t catch the snide comment. Yui was a fat young mother. During her pregnancy she had snacked and eaten and grazed through all 9 months, having put on 72 pounds overall, tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Her double chinned chubby face blushed
“I just can’t help myself, it’s just become a habit!” she giggled, rubbing her big belly under her clothes. She crossed her thicker legs that jiggled in her skirt
“I’m sure Gendo won’t mind a few extra pounds” she said optimistically.
She took a few big bites of her doughnut before taking two out.
“Here you go, just wanted to bring this for you. You forget to eat sometimes and thats no good for either of us” Yui told her, gving a friendly pat on her shoulder, leaving the box next to her before leaving. Yui waddled out past the hall where she met up with her husband.
“Hello Mr. Rokubungi” Yui rose on her toes to kiss her taller husband.
“It’s Mr. Ikari now” Gendo told her tubby wife. .
