“Wow, you have blimped up,” Asuka observed, nonchalantly as she passed by the Major, as though it wasn’t a huge deal. To Misato Katsuragi, she had been certain the scarlet haired lady would be startled by the massive transformation she had undergone. Did someone warn her about her gain? Well, if they had, they had forgotten to acknowledge the fiery German’s metamorphosis to her.
Granted, Asuka was significantly lighter than Misato. Perhaps close to 85 pounds less, maybe even a hundred. However, even a hundred pounds less than 250 was still a significant increase. Asuka had developed an hour glass figure of sorts, with her bloated hips sticking out, her butt jiggling with each individual step of her rather porky thighs. While her stomach did roll over the lips of her jeans, her breasts were ginormous. They were still perky, thankfully, but, if Misato was not mistaken, were probably either large C-cups or small D-cups. Asuka’s face had grown round, as had her arms, which rounded out into ten pudgy digits.
“So, looks like you cleaned up a lot here,” Asuka observed, paying neither of their gains any mind at first.
“Uh, yeah, there was a lot of stuff that happened, and, uh, yeah, stuff, and—”
“Something bothering you?” Asuka asked, glancing over, confused toward her clearly flustered former major.
“Oh, uh, not really,” Misato replied, trying to sound off-handed, but coming off more as startled, unsettled, even mildly panicked, “It’s just that— uh, heehee, how to say it? –You know, you sorta, no offense or anything, but, uh—”
“Oh,” Asuka’s round face fell, eyes narrowed into mild slits as she walked away, shaking her head, “Don’t worry. That’s just what happens when you start to tour America for a couple months. Culture shock and all that. Ya know, I never realized how easy it was to gain weight when there was a McDonalds on every corner. Not like I like that shit anymore. I don’t think I could ever go to a fast food place ever again.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s greasy and gross, that’s why,” Asuka mumbled, “Took awhile to realize that, but damn! After binging on all that junk, you start to get real sick of it, ya know?”
Misato actually hadn’t reached that point yet, but, not to feel like a total pig of any kind, she nodded and agreed with the girl. This satisfied the German, as she then proceeded to take a seat on the nearest sofa, the furniture groaning under her weight, not so much because she was heavy so much because Misato had damaged the legs whenever she placed her own butt on the cushions.
“Just out of mild curiosity how did you put on weight?”
“Oh, well, boredom, lots of junk food, Kaji wanted to experiment—these things just kinda happen.”
“Yeah, I guess—KAJI EXPERIMENTING!? With what, dare I ask?!” Asuka stammered, her cherubic face now as red as her hair.
Misato blushed before continuing, “Oh, just to see if it felt better.”
“If WHAT felt better? No, wait, don’t tell me! I already know!” Asuka sighed, “Hey, Misato, how is Kaji,m anyway?”
“Oh, he’s fine.”
“Okay. Hey, do you know how…”
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