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– Death Note WG story –
(As serialized in Animexpansion forums)
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© by Me XD
Heavy Judgment
By Dr-Black-Jack
Chapter 1: “Plan”
“I have to kill her.”
A storm raged outside,
torrential rain rattled the windows. Peals of thunder crackled across the night
sky as bolts of lightning streaked through the darkness.
“She has outlived her usefulness.”
The city was shrouded
in shadows. A blackout had spread right across the entire area. Lightning
strikes were the only source of light, streaks of white over a dark canvas.
Each flash illuminated a tall apartment skyscraper, revealing the silhouette of
a man. With both hands behind his back, he stood tall as he peered out of the
glass window of his office. His neatly
combed brown hair and expensive suit signified his status. He was a man of
great power; a man to be both feared and respected. He was Light Yagami.
As a bored senior
school student, he had come across a weapon of great power. The Death Note was
a book with the power to kill whoever’s name was written within its pages. The
book was to be his tool for the establishment of a perfect world, a utopia free
of crime where he was God. “Kira,” as the public
referred to him, held the power of life and death in his very palms. He would
be the one to pass judgment on sinners as he saw fit.
“The punishment for
the defiance of a God is death.”
When a new power
rises, there will always be opposition. Super agent, code name “L”, had been a
constant thorn in his side and had to be eliminated. Through numerous
sacrifices, trials and obstacles, their battle of wits had been settled. L was
no more, and Light Yagami remained; Victorious.
It had been only a few
months since L’s demise. Light had moved in with his partner in crime, the
“second Kira”, Misa Amane.
A fashion model by
legal profession, she was Light’s devoted follower and would do anything for
him, even give her very life. Ever since “Kira”
punished her parent’s murderers, Misa had dedicated her existence to finding Kira to express her gratitude. Being rather ditzy by
nature, her constant affectionate antics irritated Light on occasions. By
coming into possession of a second Death Note, and the eyes with which she
could see the names and life span of anyone normal, Misa became Light’s puppet
on his path to world domination. She did not care. She willingly gave all to
him; mind, body and soul. He was free to manipulate her however he wished. All
that Misa ever wanted was Light to love her.
With L deceased, and Light’s
goal within his grasp, he had no more need of Misa. She was the only person
left who knew of Kira’s true identity and served as
the final shred of evidence left to be taken care of.
Light was no fool.
Cold, calculating and manipulative, he had to be careful and ensure that all
loose ends were taken care of. Her death was all that remained.
“She is a liability which
must be eliminated.”
Light flipped through a fashion magazine quickly, casually tossing it back onto
his desk. The desktop was littered with newspapers, fashion magazines and teen
magazines. All these articles of literature shared one common link; Misa Amane’s picture was on the front page of them.
“How am I to erase
someone as famous as her without the public catching on?”
He reclined on his office
chair, resting his elbow on the desk. He shut his eyes; his mind entered into deep
thought.
Her pictures were everywhere. On billboards, TV advertisements
and websites.
“Misa Misa”: fashion model and celebrity;
“How does one remove the
likes of her from the public eye without there being media uproar?”
Light mulled over the
conundrum for a while, twirling a ballpoint pen with his fingers. In an
instant, he was struck by what could only be described as demonic inspiration.
Out of the shadows of
the apartment stepped a ghastly, monstrous apparition. Crunching on a shiny
blood red apple, the shinigami Ryuuk
hovered over Light, his piercing yellow eyes staring down at the human.
“Whatcha you going to do Light?” Ryuuk asked, his
tongue sliding over his pointed teeth. The shinigami’s
silver ornaments and chains jangling from his waist and neck as he circled the
desk. With a sickening crunch, Ryuuk’s jagged teeth
sank into the fruit, juice splattered from his apple and landed on the table
top.
A crooked smirk
appeared on Light’s face as he eyed the shinigami’s
apple. He had come up with a plan.
“How
else would a model be removed Ryuuk? Through sheer weight gain of
course.”
The storm outside increased in intensity. Lightning
flashed repeatedly. Thunder roared with enough force to rattle the glass
windows of the entire complex. Light reached into his top right desk drawer and
drew out a small black leather bound notebook. The book slammed down on the
table as the pages flew open.
With a single fluid
movement, he raised his ballpoint pen over the lined white pages of the book.
The black ink from his pen raced across the crisp paper as he wrote in his
immaculate penmanship. Slick black inked kanji spread from word to word until
the message was complete.
Misa Amane. Heart Attack. Dies after her weight exceeds 300 pounds. From
this point on, she finds that she is always hungry. Anything that she eats is
almost immediately converted into fat. After becoming too fat for modeling, her
depression leads her to eat vast amounts of food. She dies in five days time at
Ryuuk’s eyes gleamed as the shinigami
read over Light’s note. Once a person’s name was written in the book, that
person would die. Notes could not be cancelled; the effect was permanent. Her
fate was sealed.
“No one will suspect
her disappearance if no one cares. Her death due to a heart attack won’t look
suspicious if she’s completely obese. Don’t you see Ryuuk?
I can’t lose.”
The shinigami grinned widely; things were about to become
interesting once again.
“Hyuuk
Hyuuk….Heh Heh Heh!.......AH
HAHAHAHAAHAHAH!”
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Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
Death by heart
attack, attributed to weight gain counts as a valid cause of death. The target
will not die of any other obesity related complications other than the heart
attack at the specified time.
体重増加に帰因する有効な死因として心臓発作による死は数える。ターゲットは指定時に心臓発作以外他のどの太りすぎの関連の複雑化のもダイス。
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Chapter 2: “Hunger”
“Misa! Misa are you up yet!”
Her long bleach blond
locks poked out of the bed sheets. The maroon fingernails of a petite feminine hand
drew the covers tighter over her head.
“Mmhmphh…..give me five more minutes….”
“Misa! Come on! We’re both going to be late if you
don’t hurry up!” Light’s impatient voice called down the hall.
With a small groan,
Misa flipped the covers off her face. She yawned widely as she rubbed the sleep
from her azure eyes. The bed sheets slid down her body as she slowly sat up,
revealing her lacy black nightgown. Her frilly silk corset was wrapped around
her trim waist. Half asleep with her eyes still shut, she straightened out the ruffled
black garter strips around the smooth, ivory white skin of her shoulders and thighs.
“It’s way too early
for this….Misa isn’t a morning person….” Misa thought.
She often referred to
herself in the third person in an attempt to be cute; a trait which Light found
rather childish and annoying.
The gothic beauty
stumbled out of her side of the bed, her hair an absolute mess. She shuffled
down the hallway, scratching her head and trying hard to suppress another yawn.
“So you’re really goin’ to do this eh?” Ryuuk
asked, a sick smile curling around his twisted black lips.
“It must be done, no
matter how painful it going to be for me….” Light sighed heavily under his
breath.
“Ohayo-Gozaimasu Light-kun! How are……..”
Misa paused in mid-sentence.
Light stood before her, a white apron wrapped around his long black formal
business pants. Her eyes shot open as she gasped.
“KAWAII!!!!!!!” Misa squealed deafeningly hard. “Light! You look so cute in that apron!”
She bounced on the
spot energetically, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Ungghh,” Light thought to himself.
He had been through
worse situations in the past; however, he had never experienced something so
embarrassing ever before.
“Hyuuk! Hyuuk! What a riot! The great and powerful Kira is blushing!” Ryuuk chuckled
to himself.
“Ohayo Ryuukie!” Misa cheerily greeted the shinigami
as she turned to face him.
Ryuuk gagged on his apple a little. “So I’m Ryuukie
now huh?”
“Mhm, Ohayo…” Ryuuk muttered,
as he floated through the apartment wall.
“Ugh, Light was right,
all that cutesy is rather sickening”
Light ignored the shinigami and smiled weakly. Being able to shift his
emotions and personality was a trait that he had trained from an early age.
“Ohayo Misa-chan. I made breakfast today,” Light responded in the
nicest voice he could muster.
“You made breakfast for me!? That’s so incredibly sweet Light-kun!”
Misa gave Light a kiss
on the cheek before skipping towards their dining table.
Their shared apartment
was a rather large one. It was finely furnished of modern Japanese design,
occupying one of the highest floors of the newest residential skyscrapers. It
was kept very neat and tidy, without a single thing out of place.
Misa flattened down
the hem of her nightgown as she took her seat.
The scent of sizzling bacon and eggs filled her senses. Misa began to salivate
as she eagerly anticipated the taste of what Light was about to serve her.
Ever since her parent’s passing, Misa had never had someone cook for her
before. Light’s small gesture of thoughtfulness filled her with old memories of
the past. She smiled as she wiped a tear from her eye; she was happy.
“Here you go, eat up!”
Light slid two slices
of crispy bacon and an over-easy omelet onto her plate. She dug into the meal
with gusto, her knife and fork moving back and forth over the meal.
“Mmm,
this is really great Light. You’re a really good cook.”
“Yeah, glad you like it. Here, have some more.”
“I need to fatten her up before the end of the
five day period.” Light
thought to himself as he piled her plate with more food.
Misa was touched by Light’s act of kindness towards her. She could feel her
heart tense up as her wild imagination began to set in. It was rare that Light
would ever pay attention to her and she savored every chance she could get.
“Thank you so very much Light! I can tell that you’re really starting to fall
in love with me now!”
Five strips of bacon,
six eggs and four slices of buttered toast later, Misa was
absolutely stuffed.
“Ooof,
Light-kun, I don’t think that I can eat another bite…”
“It’s not enough, I need her to eat more if
she’s going to gain enough weight in time. I’ll have to use my secret weapon.”
“Aww really? That’s too bad Misa-chan. I was about to give
you my special French toast.”
Light tipped his
frying pan towards her, revealing two slices of fried toast, with kanji scorch
marks reading “Light & Misa” underneath a love umbrella.
A bead of sweat formed on the side of Misa’s face as
she grinned nervously. She was full to bursting, but she just could not say no
to Light.
“Well I suppose I can
have a little bit more……”
She continued to eat, pushing past the pain of her gut. Her stomach was bloated
and bulged through her silk nightgown.
“Ugh..I
think I’m going to be sick…But it’s for Light…so I’ll do my best….”
Forkful after painful
forkful, Misa continued to eat. With a loud groan from both her and her stomach
she finished up. She put both hands on her stuffed gut and massaged her enlarged
abdomen.
“I did it!” she thought to herself.
“I’m glad that you ate
everything. You really liked the food didn’t you?” Light commented as he
cleared the table.
“Yeah, it was really good…*urgh*…You’re the best Light-kun,”
“Well then, I’ll be
sure to make you something special every day.”
“Stuffing her past her regular capacity should
allow her to be able to eat more next time. Enjoy your last meals; they’re to
die for…”
“Say, Misa-chan, you’ve got a photo shoot today right?” Light
inquired.
“Mhm,
that’s right. It’s for a big time fashion magazine. They want to put Misa on
the cover of their latest issue.” Misa
huffed as she reclined on her chair, balancing on two of the wooden legs. Her one
hand hung down as she continued to rub her belly with the other. “But I don’t
think I’m going to fit into any of their clothes if you keep feeding me like
this.”
“Modeling takes stamina. You certainly have to be at your best if you’re going
to do well. After all, your health is important to me.” Light bluffed. He knew
that she would focus on any phrase where he mentioned that she was important.
“Oooh
Light! You do care about me!” Misa squealed again, her eyes narrowed to small
semi circles; pushed by her cheeks as she grinned widely.
“I’ve got to keep this act up if I don’t want
Misa to suspect me. In five days, however, none of this will matter,” Light thought darkly to himself.
“Alright, why don’t
you go get changed and I’ll drop you off on my way to the university.”
Misa was way ahead of him. Forgetting her fullness, Misa leapt from her seat
and dashed to their bedroom.
“Whatever you say Light-kun! I’ll be sure to put on
something nice and sexy for you!”
She merrily replied.
“Hey Light, you do
know that if she doesn’t reach her target weight in time the death note will be
ineffective. The death note makes it possible for a normal human to put on
weight that quickly, but if she doesn’t eat, then it’s rather pointless.”
Light turned to see
the shinigami’s face down at him from within the
apartment wall. “Yeah I know. I’ve already planned ahead so just sit back and enjoy
the show Ryuuk.”
Misa stepped from
their room, sporting her usual black gothic Lolita outfit. Her dark miniskirt fluttered
as she bounded towards Light.
“I’m ready Light!
Let’s get going!”
She wrapped herself
around Light’s arm and nuzzled his sleeve with her cheek.
Light sighed as he
opened the front door of the apartment.
“This is going to be a long five days”
Misa felt something
odd with her skirt; it didn’t seem to cover as far down her leg as it used to. A
chill as a gust blew in from the open door. She tugged the edge of her underpants.
A small crease of fat appeared on her exposed thigh as the elastic snapped back
into place.
Her expansion had
already begun.
“Yeah that’s it! Work
it Misa! You’re doin’ great!”
Misa lay on the edge
of a purple cushion, the back of her right hand on her forehead as she
re-enacted a swooning woman, fainting in the dry heat of summer.
“The camera loves you
baby yeah!”
She flipped onto her
side and stared down as if casually reading a magazine on a lazy Sunday
afternoon. The fabric of her dress sunk into the small trench her forming love
handles. Numerous flashes from a camera shutter could be heard as the
photographer changed his shooting angle.
The photo studio was
her realm. She was the goddess of the modeling industry; everyone just had to
get a piece of Misa Misa. However, things were about
to change.
From the dark recesses
of the corporate lounge room, shadowy figures in corporate suits lurked.
“Hmm, the Japanese public is getting bored of her image”
“Yes, her popularity
is declining. The gothic style just doesn’t capture the audience’s attention as
much as it used to.”
“She’s getting rather
plump don’t you think?”
“True, true. Perhaps one of us should have a talk with
her?”
*PCHIISS* The sound of an opening soft drink can could be heard from
the studio lobby. Misa raised the can her delicate pink lips as she began to
drink. In less than twenty seconds, she had emptied the entire can.
“AH! Modeling is such
tiring work! Those lights are so bright and hot.”
She fell back on the
couch with a soft thud, her blond twin ponytails bobbing as she landed.
“Ooooh,
I wonder what Light-kun is doing right now….”
A soft creek could be
heard as the sound of footsteps echoed through out the empty lobby. A large
group of men in corporate suits strode across the marble floor towards where
Misa was relaxing in the sofa.
The young model eyed
the men as she tried to put on her cutest expression and pose.
“Um, if you want me to
do a job you’ll have to speak to my manager first….” She said in a small voice.
A dark haired woman in
a business suit stepped from behind the group of men.
“Oh,
hiya manager! How’s it going?” Misa greeted in her usual energetic manner.
The dark haired woman
adjusted her rectangular spectacles.
“Miss Amane. We’re both busy people so I’ll cut right to the
chase; you’re getting fat.”
Misa laughed as she
munched on a cookie from the vending machine. Crumbs spilt down her chest and
onto her skirt.
“That’s a good one! You know I haven’t put on a single kilo since my first
audition.”
“Oh haven’t you?”
Misa’s manager snapped her fingers. One of the suited
men produced a small electronic scale from his briefcase.
“Let’s just see how
much you weigh then?”
Misa shrugged as she
gently stepped on the scale, still munching on her cookie. The red LED numbers flicker
to life on the display.
“43.2Kgs
She swallowed the
remains of the cookie, the chocolate dough sliding past her tounge.
“43.3Kgs”
“What! That’s not
right. Your scale is broken!”
Her manager just simply shook her head.
“Misa, you’re no longer a teenager. You can’t just eat anything you want and
not expect to gain weight you know.
“B-But…I-I…What…” Misa stutters.
Ignoring her
incoherent babbling, her manager continued.
“In response to your
weight gain, you are hereby banned from the modeling for us until you lose some
weight. Bring yourself down to around 32 kilos and then we’ll talk.”
“But that’s 4 kilos
less than my original weight!” Misa objected.
“Well, yes. The
industry demands its models be as thin as can be. Besides, I always thought you
looked rather fat back then anyway. Toodles.”
“This is not happening to me…”
Misa fell to her
knees, still standing on the scale. Her eyes glanced down as the red LED
numbers changed again.
“43.4”
“STOP IT! IT’S NOT TRUE!!!”
*CRUNCH!*
With a single stomp of
her heel, she struck the scale. The numbers flickered for a moment before the
display faded black.
The ex-model grabbed
her bag, her numerous gothic key chains and knickknacks jangling as she bolted
for front door. Tears flowed freely down her pale cheeks as she barrowed
through the revolving glass doors of the building. She ran as fast as she could
down the granite steps, her vision obscured by her tears.
With a sudden thump,
she slammed into a person who was headed towards the building.
“Go…Gomenasai….”
Misa looked up to see
who she had bumped into; her gaze met that of Light Yagami.
“LIGHT-KUN!”
She buried her face
into his shoulder as her wrapped her in an embrace.
“Whoa, she’s pretty
upset Light. What do you suppose happened to her?” Ryuuk
asked as the shinigami floated overhead.
“What’s wrong Misa-chan? Why are you crying like that?” Light asked; a look of
concern on his normally quite serious face.
Misa looked up at him, her eyes were puffy and her dark mascara had run.
“Oh
Light….they…they…*Huck*….They fired me and said I was fat!”
“Excellent, everything is going as planned.
It’s a well known fact that the modeling industry has a strict weight policy,
however, I had not anticipated that she would be banned so soon.”
Light took her by the
shoulders and set her aside from his embrace.
“Hey Misa-chan, cheer up alright. I’ll just write their names in the
death note and set everything straight.”
Misa wiped her eyes on
her black silk sleeve, her face full of hope.
“You really mean that Light! You’d help me out and save my career?”
Light simply nodded.
“Of course I will.
Just leave everything to me.”
Her eyes filled with
joy. This was the second time that Kira had rescued
her. Misa could feel her heart swell with love for Light. He was her knight in
shining armor.
She was unsure how to
feel at that moment. Did things go well that day or did they not?
Modeling had always
been her single best talent. She had never considered herself to be intelligent,
nor athletic, nor even artistic. All she had ever been was beautiful, and the
very notion of her being called fat had damaged to her pride.
Light, on the other hand, had never paid her much attention until that day. His
random acts of kindness meant more to her than anything as she so desperately
desired his affection.
Her thoughts of the
day swirled through her mind. Lost in a tempest of contemplation; Light’s
kindness against the loss of her career.
Out of the blue, Misa
heard a phrase that she had longed to hear ever since she met Light two years
ago. She had made up her mind; it was the best day of her life.
“Say Misa, how about
we go out for dinner tomorrow night? Just the two of us.”
Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
If an individual is to die from an obesity related
cause, their bodies will adjust to allow them to gain the required amount of
weight within the specified time frame, provided that they consume the
equivalent amount of food required for the weight gain.
個人が体重増加の関連原因がもとで死ぬべきならそれらが指定時間枠内の重量の必須体重増加に必要な食糧の同等の量を消費すれば量を得ることを可能にするためにボディは調節する。
If they do not reach the required weight in time, then the death note is
rendered ineffective.
それらが時間の必須の重量に達しなければ、死のノートは非効果的される。
Chapter 3: “Eat”
Day 2
“Hurray! A date with
Light-kun! Misa hit the jackpot!”
Misa moved quickly
between the two racks of clothes in her walk-in wardrobe.
“What to wear? What to wear? Misa can’t decide!”
After much deliberation, Misa emerged in a low cut black and gold Chinese dress
with what could only be described as a “gothic touch.” She admired herself in
her full sized vanity mirror.
During the day, she
felt as if she had done nothing but eat. She recalled nothing but a constant
flow of absentminded snacking from as soon as her feet had hit the floor that
morning. She could not explain it, but as of recently, she had always felt
hungry for some reason. Now close to the 120 pound mark, her love handles were
more fully pronounced. A lot of her weight was concentrated around her hips and
lower waist, giving her a slight pear shaped appearance.
“This is a little tight”
Misa struck a few
poses as she playfully stuck her tongue out at her reflection.
“You’ve grown in the
last few years haven’t you? It’s probably because Light-kun treats you so well”
She ran her slightly
chubby hands down her even chubbier stomach, trying to flatten what she could. Her
shapely thighs could not be completely concealed by the dress. Pale flesh
peeked between the gaps along the side.
“After tonight, you’re
going on a diet girl.” Misa scolded herself.
Her constricted
waistline was girdled by the presence of a corset which displaced her belly fat
towards her breasts and lower regions. She enjoyed the look of her new bust
line.
“Maybe I should get
breast implants later on. These do look rather nice.”
She pushed her chest a little, trying to center her cleavage down the
opening of the outfit.
“There! No man could resist these. Light-kun is as good as mine!”
“Table for two?”
The waiter escorted
Light and Misa along the soft navy carpet of the restaurant floor. Tall pastel
marble pillars lined the entrance; crimson banners fluttering down the sides of
the stony surface. The faded yellow flames of the ornamental braziers provided
an ambient atmosphere, casting faint shadows along the walls.
The grand wooden doors
to the main dining hall were swung open to reveal one of the most luxurious and
majestic bistros she had ever laid eyes on. A fine crystal chandelier hung from
the center of the room, with an extensive bar and grill along the side of the
room. A soft, relaxing melody washed over the establishment as the restaurant
pianist played a tune on the full sized ebony grand piano. Misa laughed as she
stared in wonder at the numerous colored fish which swam around in the large
display tank.
The clinking of
glassware could be heard as numerous well dressed couples toasted each other.
They laughed as they sipped expensive champagne, gazing into each others eyes
from across their candle lit tables. She was on a romantic date with Light at a
high-class restaurant and could not be happier.
“Do you like it?”
Light asked.
“Definitely! Misa’s the luckiest
girl in the world right now! Thank you Light-kun!!!”
She embraced the
sleeve of his tuxedo and rested her head on his shoulder, her blond locks
complementing his dark suit.
“By the way, where’s Ryuuk?” Misa asked inquisitively. This was the first time
in a long while that she had not seen Light and the Shinigami
together in one room.
“I told him to go move around the city for a while. This is a date just between
you and me.”
Light pulls her a chair;
she bowed politely as she took her seat. The sides of her thick thighs were now
clearly visible as the gaps of her dress parted. Misa gingerly played with the
edge of her napkin as she gently laid it across her lap.
“What would you like
to have?”
She picked up the
laminated menu in front of her and quickly scanned over what was available.
“I think I would like to have the beef stroganoff…….oh and the egg rolls look
good…..oh and I’ve just got to try the roast chicken….oh and maybe I’ll…..”
She’s got a good appetite. Not long now until
she becomes officially fat…
Light chuckled as he motioned
her to put down her menu.
“Hah ha, you must be really hungry huh Misa-chan.
Here, why not take the buffet. You can eat as much as you like that way.”
“Ooh, but isn’t that
too expensive?”
“Nonsense! Just enjoy yourself.”
Light handed her a
large dinner plate and pointed her in the direction of the buffet tables. Drawn
by the strong scent of food, Misa lurched from her seat. She began to salivate
heavily as the intoxicating aroma of fine cuisine fills her senses. She rushes
back and forth between all the different foods, unable to decide which she
liked best.
Upon returning back to
the table, her plates piled high with various dishes, Misa noticed that Light’s
chair was empty.
“Oh! Misa can’t eat without Light-kun!” she pouted.
Her stomach gave off a
loud rumble as she looked longingly at her food.
“I’m so hungry….but I
can’t be rude by starting without him…”
Misa let her mind
wander, trying of something to take her mind off eating.
“I’ll just go freshen
up in the bathroom. Besides, you’re always supposed to wash your hands before
you eat.”
Misa reluctantly stood
from her table, and made her way to the bathroom. Her womanly hips swung from
side to side in an almost hypnotic manner.
She pushed past the
door and approached the white ceramic sink basin. The entire bathroom was
empty, not a single sound could be heard. Misa opened the faucet as the sound
of cool water echoed through out the room. She looked down and began to soap
her hands, paying careful attention to scrub around her jewelry.
As she lifted her head
to inspect her facial makeup, a pair of gloved hands wrapped a rag around her
mouth. Misa’s eyes grew wide as she began to panic,
drawing in deep breaths of the rag. It was chloroform. Her eyes grew heavy as
she began to lose consciousness. Everything went black.
“W-Where am I……what’s
going on?”
Misa groggily lifted
her head and viewed her surroundings. She was in a small dark room with padded
white walls. The ceiling was lit by 4 bulbs and the floor was ashen stone. Her
vision was still blurred, but she could identify two large suited men standing
before her. They were the security guards that had been with her manager the
day before.
“There’s no use in struggling; you’re not going anywhere,” said one of the men
in a gruff voice.
Misa realized that she
was lying on a steel framed table; her wrists were firmly bound with leather
straps. Realizing her situation, she began to struggle against her bonds, but
to no avail.
She looked back at her
captors. Using her shinigami eyes she could read
their names and lifespans. “Mathew Patterson and
Daniel Cartwright”
“Why are you doing
this to me? I’m already banned from modeling until I lose weight, what more do
you want of me?!”
The guards smirked,
the light of the room reflected on their dark visors.
“We’ve been ordered to make sure that you never get that chance”
Misa gulped as she
felt a tremor of fear travel down her spine.
“Y-You’re not going to k-kill me a-are
you?” she nervously inquired.
“Oh
not at all. We just have to
make sure that you don’t model ever again. We’ll probably let you go after you
get to 220 pounds.”
“220 pounds!?! I’ll
be a whale by then! A fat cow!”
The men brought out
cakes and pastries of numerous kinds. Boxes upon boxes of food were brought
into the room. Misa felt herself begin to salivate as she eyed the packages.
She hadn’t been able to eat dinner at the restaurant with Light and was utterly
famished.
“Answer me this dear
girl, are you hungry?”
Misa defiantly looked
in the other direction, trying hard not to let her captors know that she was
absolutely ravenous. Her stomach betrayed her as a loud rumble resounded from
her midsection.
“Well then, have we
got a treat for you!”
Daniel lifted a large slice
of pizza from the box and raised it to her quivering lips. She could see the
grease swimming on the surface of the slice, by the very scent alone she could
tell it was supreme flavor.
“Come on now, eat up.”
Misa shook her head
rebelliously, her mouth shut tight as if she had just eaten something sour.
Mathew raised a black
9mm pistol and aimed it at her temple. He pressed the barrel of the gun hard
against her head.
“Now don’t be difficult miss. You WILL eat, do you understand?”
A single tear rolled
down the corner of her eye as she grudgingly opened her mouth. She took a bite,
chewing the oily mouthful. The man continued to feed her the slice until she
had eaten it all.
“There, that wasn’t so
bad now was it? One slice down, 63 more to go!”
Misa yelped slightly
as the man raised the next slice to her lips.
“Light-kun…..help
me….”
Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
An individual who is
to die from over eating or obesity will still feel the fullness of their meal
and will still require some time to digest. They will not rupture unless it has
been specified as the cause of death before hand.
食べる余分がもとで死ぬまたは体重増加はまだ彼らの食事の十分を感じ、まだ消化する時間を要求する個人。それらはそれが手の前の死因として指定されなかったら破裂しない。
If their specified
weight gain is impossible within the allotted amount of time, (such as gaining
400 pounds in 4 seconds) then their death is cancelled.
指定体重増加が割り当てられた時間の内で不可能なら、(4 秒の400
ポンドの利益のような) それから死は取り消される。
Chapter 4 – “Relief”
Day 3
Hours had gone by. Had
she been able to look through a window, Misa would have noticed the first rays
of dawn breaking. The remnants of the full moon still hung in the sky; as round
and pale as Misa’s distended abdomen.
Her feast had lasted
the whole night. She has been force fed all manners of food; pizzas, pastas and
numerous other dishes. Her belly had been pushed right to its limit. The zipper
on the back of her dress had already slid halfway down her back, unable to
accommodate her growing form. Folds of back fat would have been visible, had
she not been tied down. Her captors had left her to digest, unable to cram
anymore down her throat.
The greasy residue and
crumbs of the pizza slices were all over her face and chest. Misa groaned
groggily as she hung her head. She had never in her life felt as stuffed as she
was now. Her watermelon sized gut was stretched to its maximum, giving off a
loud gurgle. She could feel her taught skin against the fabric of her dress. Misa’s weight had slowly climbed to around 144 pounds. Her
arms had begun to get flabby as her sleeves constricted tightly around them,
like a snake trying to devour an obese rodent.
“So here ya are! Light’s been everywhere lookin’
for ya.”
She wearily raised her
head see Ryuuk’s head staring at her through the
wall. Misa tried to nod as she looked intently back at the shinigami.
“Please….tell Light to hurry….”
“Yeah, he’s on his way.
He figured that it was the modeling agency that took ya,
but he had to get some help from the police HQ to figure out where ya were.”
Ryuuk turned to leave when the door of her cell swung
open again. Her captors had returned, wheeling in a large iron serving dish on
a trolley. The shinigami stared down at the scene,
wondering what was about to happen next.
“Well Miss Amane, after that light snack, you must be ready for the
main course,” said Mathew. “Yeah, so we brought you something you’ll really
enjoy,” continued Daniel
“Please, NO MORE! I’M
GOING TO EXPLODE!” whimpered Misa as she began to writhe around in her
shackles.
The men chuckled coldly
as they lifted the dish lid. A stuffed, full sized turkey lay before her, big
enough to feed a family of six. Misa cried profusely as one of the men lifted
the first forkful to her mouth.
“Open wide sweetie,
don’t make us use an appetite stimulant on you,” joked Daniel as he patted the 9mm,
hanging from his should holster.
Her taught belly gave
of a loud groan of protest as she swallowed the succulent strip of meat.
Ryuuk slid back into the room, his yellow eyes
glinting from the dark corner of her cell. “You know Misa,
there is something I can do to help you”
Misa stared back at
the shinigami, unable to talk as more fatty slices of
turkey were pushed past her lips.
The goons were
oblivious to Ryuuk’s presence, since only those who
had touched the death note acknowledged a shinigami’s
existance.
A warped toothy grin
spread across Ryuuk’s face as he watched her suffer.
“I’ll grant you the shinigami’s stomach, it’s how I am
able to eat apples all day without getting full like you are right now.”
Relief! Misa was desperate to alleviate the pressure of her engorged belly;
something, anything would do! Ryuuk could see that
she was interested in what he had to say, her eyes sparkling with hope.
“The
price of this ability? You
must double your existing weight.”
“What! But then I’ll become fat anyway,
how is that supposed to help me!”
She was close to
bursting point, as more food was shoveled into her mouth. She could hear the
fabric of her dress ripping as her taut spherical abdomen started to break
through.
“But if I don’t do it, I’ll die!”
Casting her pride
aside, she shut her eyes tight and gave Ryuuk a nod
of affirmation.
“Hyuuk
Hyuuk, As you wish!”
Misa began to experience
a slow, pulsating warmth spreading through out her
body. She felt a tingling sensation through her feet and up her once lean legs.
“Uh, Dan, you gotta see this.”
Misa felt her shoes
get tighter; her ankles swelling to a chubby state. Her calves became thicker,
slowly losing their defining point between them and her ankles. She could feel
her hips growing broader, expanding across the cold steel table. Misa sensed
herself rising up as her buttocks expanded behind her, broadening and
thickening like ripened fruit. At this point, she bore a very bottom heavy
appearance, her Chinese dress noisily tearing up on both sides.
“Well I’ll be
damned….”
She gritted her teeth
as the warmth spread to her gut. Hot fat pushed from the gaps in her clothing,
three enormous love handles visible from split at her sides. Misa let out a piercing
cry as her milky belly flesh burst from the constraining outfit, flowing like
jelly as it settled oozed over the small strip of fabric that shielded her
crotch.
Like an earthquake
fissure, the seams continued to tear up the sides of her dress. Her humble B
cups emerged from dormancy and began to swell with newly acquired fat. They
strained for dominance in her too tight top; shifting and rubbing against each
other as they rounded out. The crumbs on her chest were quickly swallowed up by
the deep crevice of her cleavage. An audible snap was heard as the clasp of her
bra broke off, unable to contain her twin mounds.
Her arms began to fill
out; the split on either side of her outfit completing as they reached the ends
of her sleeves. Misa felt her shoulders grow meatier; a slight roll of fat
beginning to envelop her elbow. She swore that she could feel her fingers grow
chunkier as she clenched her porky digits into tight fists.
Misa sensed her rising
chest touch her face as they raced to meet one another. A small roll of fat had
formed around her neck, giving her a well defined second chin. Her cheeks began
to get chubbier, causing her lips to purse together and her eyes to squint ever
so slightly.
She grimaced as she
burst from her leather shackles, which became unable to contain her fattened
wrists and ankles. Misa’s fat jiggled as she took her
first step forward. A glass of water on the nearby metal cart rippled from her
movement. The top of her dress peeled back like a banana skin, both sides hanging
down her legs and buttocks, imitating a too small loin cloth.
With her
transformation completed, her captors could not help but stare at the
gargantuan beauty; 288 pounds of enormous Goth girl. Her bare oily breasts and
full pouting lips, slick and soft like liquid rubber, reflected the light from
the small interrogation lamp above her. Misa’s new appearance was not unlike that of a female sumo
wrestler, albeit a slightly thin one.
Misa’s well endowed chest heaved as she drew in a
deep breath and let out a long sigh of relief. Her stomach no longer felt the
strain of her force-fed banquet.
“Mmmmmhhmmm! Misa feels so much better now!”
Daniel and Michael
were astounded, mouths agape as they fell backwards on the floor. They were
ordered to fatten her up, but they certainly did not expect that to happen; at
least not at that pace.
No sooner had she
freed herself than she felt her stomach give off a deep grumble. She was
horrified. Only moments before had she swore that she could not eat another
bite, how was it that she was still hungry? Misa began to drool as the scent of
the feast that the men prepared for her overtook her senses. Wiping her salivating
mouth with her right arm, she moved over to the cart and began to eat. She ate
with gusto, even faster than when she had been bound.
She tore the fleshy
drumstick off the basted bird and took an enormous bite. Succulent juice
squirted from her meal onto her face. She didn’t care, all she desired was the
food. Misa had lost all reason; she had become a mindless eating machine.
Giving into gluttony and abandoning all manners, she lifted the entire roast fowl
off the plate and buried her face into it. Gravy, peas and bits of mashed
potatoes dripped down her chest, pooling in her cleavage and cascading onto her
firm enormous belly. The heels of her shoes collapsed underneath her weight,
like wooden support poles in a rickety mineshaft. Oblivious to anything but
wanting to satisfy her hunger, Misa forgot all about Ryuuk
and her captors.
Daniel was amazed at
the fervor and ferocity with which the girl ate. Her colossal backside waved
high in the air as she bent down to lick what stuffing she had dropped on to
the tray. She resembled a pig eating at a trough. Sexy and sensual, it was as
if she was taunting him.
“Oh man, I’m gonna get me some of that ass!”
His propped himself up
off the floor, his lecherous hands aimed straight for her flabby whale of a
rear end.
*THA-THUMP*
Daniel’s fingers
redirect towards his chest. His face contorted into a look of shock as his dark
shades left his head and clattered to the floor. Despite his gasping and
wheezing, Misa ignored his moans of agony. He desperately clawed at the ground
with one hand, using his other to tear at the shirt on his chest. The world
turned a deep shade of red, and then black as he felt the blood pounding away
through his head.
Mathew quivered in
fear as he pushed himself into the far corner of the room. He had just
witnessed his friend die before his very eyes and by a heart attack no less.
In a shaky voice, he
addressed the feasting Misa.
“Don’t tell me….YOU’RE
KIRA!?!”
Mathew felt a sudden
surge of pain throb from within his chest. The door to the cell swung open as
another man entered. The intruder, dressed in a neat well ironed business suit,
clutched a black notebook in his hand. The man kneeled low to the floor and
looked Mathew right in his dying eyes. Misa’s
remaining captor felt as if he was face to face with the devil himself.
“No, Kira would be me.”
Mathew rolled onto his
side, twitching violently. Eventually his jerking movements became less and
less frequent. He was dead.
Misa, having polished
the entire tray clean, was full. Her rationale returned to her as she finally
realized what she had been doing. She lifted her rounded face off the steel
table and was met by her own fattened reflection. Bits of food and gravy were scattered
through out her hair which was thick with grease. She lifted a chunky hand to
her cheek and pinched at her flabby cheek. It was definitely not a dream. Misa pushed
her self off the cart, her hefty belly made a resounding meaty slap as it
smacked her thighs.
Her figure was
completely ruined. Shocked with disbelief, she quickly whirled round. Light
Yagami, the last person on Earth that she had ever wanted to see her like this
stood before her.
“I’ve come to rescue you. You’re safe
now.”
Too stunned to talk,
Misa simply nodded. Her eyes were dark and glassy as she stumbled forward
towards Light. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her semi-naked form
and led her out of the room. Ryuuk floated behind
them as the door to the cell slammed shut. The room was plunged into darkness
as the light bulb burnt out.
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Misa sat on the tiled
shower floor of their apartment’s bathroom. Ice cold water rained down on her
hunched form, washing away the evidence of her feeding frenzy. The frigid water numbed her skin as lent back
and stared into the falling droplets. The water mixed with her salty tears as
she shifted her bulky frame onto its side.
Her confidence was
shattered as was her pride and ego. She had truly lost it all, leaving nothing
more than a broken doll. Her eyes were dull, staring into the distance and
focusing on nothing in particular.
Light peaked in
through the crack in the door. Her will power was gone, leaving her vulnerable
and defenseless. A sinister smirk spread on his face. Now was the perfect time
for him to make his next move.
===============================================================Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
Other parts of a shinigami may be traded with the owner of a death note
aside from just the shinigami eyes. Extra powers such
as the power of flight, immunity to most weapons etc can be obtained only
according to the condition/conditions that the shinigami
sets. There are no refunds on trades, though a cancellation may be made at any
point in time.
死の神の他の部分はちょうど死の神の目は別として死のノートの所有者と交換されるかもしれない。ほとんどの武器等への飛行、免除の力のような余分力は死の 神によってセットかもしれない条件に従ってしか得ることができない。取り消しが時間のあらゆるポイントでなされるかもしれないけれども、貿易に払い戻しが ない。
Chapter 5: “Trauma”
“Go away, no one likes
you.”
A fat salty tear
rolled down Misa’s curvy cheek as she stared into the
cracks between the tiles of the shower stall. Her 290 pound frame lay prostrate
on the cold hard tiles as she let her mind drift.
“You’re so weird, who
would wanna play with you?”
Ten year old Misa Amane had never been popular as a child. Being the only
girl in her school with bleach blond hair, she had always been different. The
other students considered her a freak and the teachers thought of her as a
rebel. Having a Japanese mother and an American father, she was torn between
her two nationalities.
But what really set
her apart from the other girls in her class was her weight. Young Misa simply
loved to eat. Cakes, pies, candies, her parents spoilt their daughter with
whatever she wanted. Her father, large man, encouraged her to eat her fill,
whilst her mother always wanted her to clean her plate after every meal.
She had grown quite
big for her age. Only 47 inches in height, she weighed in at just over 120
pounds. Her belly was as soft as fresh bread dough and constantly hung over the
edge of her school uniform’s skirt. Her tree-trunk thick thighs were always
visible from underneath her miniskirt. With her chubby cherubic cheeks and
brilliant blue eyes, she was by all means cute; however none of her classmates
saw her that way. She would desperately tug at the edge of her skirt whenever
she stood, hoping that her zipper and buttons would last the day.
Being the heaviest
student in her grade, much heavier than any of the boys, she was often
ridiculed for her size. Most days she would come home crying. Her parents would
then take turns in cheering her up, usually by treating her to whatever she
wanted to eat. Food became the panacea for her unhappiness. The more she ate,
the bigger she got, the bigger she got, the worse she was taunted, the worse
she was taunted, the more she ate; it was a vicious cycle.
Misa hated physical
education class. Her P.E. uniform was always too small. It hugged her thick
sides and barely covered her belly. Her classmates laughed at her whenever she
tried to participate. The teachers were no better, though they tried to
encourage her efforts; they all secretly found her failures amusing. She was
slow and clumsy. Running, swimming and gymnastics; she came last every time.
When she had reached
the second year of junior high, Misa’s weight had
escalated to 198 pounds. She had to have her uniform custom fitted and her desk
altered to fit her growing gut. On more than one occasion she had found her
self stuck at her desk. She would try unsuccessfully to pry herself loose,
heaving with all of her might but to no avail. This left her helpless until the
janitor came to free her. Each and every time her classmates would jeer at her
and call her names. Unable to escape, she did her best to endure their taunts; burying
her head beneath her school bag and wishing desperately to disappear.
“Hey look everyone, Massive
Misa’s stuck again!”
“What’s wrong porky? Too much birthday cake?”
“Ha ha! Massive Misa! Save some food for the
rest of
Massive Misa was the
butt of every joke, and almost every joke was about her butt.
Enough was enough. She
hated being the fat girl. She hated being unattractive. She wanted normal clothes
that fit. From that day forth Misa vowed that she would never be fat again. She
begged and pleaded with her parents to help her lose weight. They hired her
personal trainers, dieticians, cosmetic surgeons; you name it and she got it.
By her senior year,
Misa had slimmed down to 80 pounds. She trained her will and her body to resist
eating. It was hard to deny herself her favorite foods. Through years of effort
she had reduced herself to beyond half her original body weight. The young high
school student applied for modeling jobs, beauty contests and acting
competitions. Misa was determined to prove that she was a fat girl no longer
and strived to be the most beautiful idol in all of
Her dream had sadly
come to a crashing end.
“WHY?! WHY DID I HAVE TO GET FAT
AGAIN?!”
She slammed her flabby
palm against the flowing water around her. Tears of rage, sorrow and confusion
gushed down her face as she angrily splashed around. She let out an anguished
cry of pent up rage, tormented by her thoughts of the past.
“My career is over….I’m so fat and hideous again!
Light will probably leave me soon too…NO ONE LOVES FAT GIRLS! NO ONE!”
“But I do.”
Misa ceased her
tantrum. She wiped her puffy red eyes and reached up to turn off the shower
handle. Light Yagami stood at the entrance of the shower stall glancing down at
her semi naked form. The cloth remnants of her dress adorned over her lower
half.
“Light-kun?”
“Yeah, I love fat girls. Is there something wrong with that?”
Misa could hardly
believe her ears. How could this be? How could someone possibly find a girl as
colossal as herself attractive? She felt like a beached whale laying there as
water pooled between the crevices of her rolls.
“R-R-Really?”
Light calmly slid open
the shower door and draped a thick pastel colored towel around her shoulders.
He crouched down and embraced her from behind, resting his head close to hers.
“You seem shocked? Does
it sound so unusual to you?”
His hands caressed her
thick waist, gently pinched her folds and love handles. He cupped her breasts
and carefully dried them with the bath towel. Her fat flowed between his fingers
like pottery clay in the hands of a skilled artisan. Light explored her
expansive girth as he ran the towel over her damp body. Misa didn’t know how to
feel, whether to be embarrassed or to revel in the moment. She had longed for
his embrace.
“Light…I-I…”
He planted a single
kiss on her cheek as he stood to leave.
“Wash up properly and
get dressed ok? It’s not good to sit under cold water for too long; you might
catch a cold.”
Misa was dumbstruck.
She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Light
Yagami, a man whom she had always regarded as perfect in every way was into fat
girls?
She touched the spot
where he had kissed her. Misa blushed bright crimson as a smile slowly crept
over her face. Light had not once kissed her since that one incident after they
had first met.
“Everything makes
sense now. So that’s how it is!”
Using her logic, Misa had
deduced that the reason Light had been so hesitant to accept her feelings
simply due to the fact that she was too thin when they had first met. The large
breakfasts, the request for a date, his random acts of kindness over the last
few days it all made sense. He was attracted to her growing figure. She
couldn’t believe her luck.
“That’s why Light didn’t accept me as his
girlfriend straight away!”
Misa thought to herself. “But wow, who
would have thought that such a guy would be into bigger girls. I love learning
more about Light-kun!”
With her new found
vigor, she reached for the shampoo and soap. She had to give herself a proper
cleansing. Misa turned the faucet back on, warm water cascading down her velvety
smooth skin. With a single motion she cast aside her tattered garb, as hot
steam billow around her, obscuring her naked body from view.
***********************************************************************
“I did as you said so gimme my apple.”
Light
casually tossed Ryuuk a shiny red apple from the
refrigerator’s chiller compartment. It gracefully sailed through the air and into the waiting clawed hands of
the shinigami.
The death note lay on
the kitchen table. Several new entries had been scribbled beneath Misa’s. Crunching on the apple, Ryuuk
flew around to inspect what had been written.
Aside from the usual
criminal judgments, one particular entry caught the shinigami’s
eye.
“Mathew Patterson and Daniel Cartwright. Heart attack. After Misa’s
dismissal from the modeling agency, they are ordered to follow her and capture
her. The following day they track her down at a local restaurant and kidnap
her, taking her to an abandoned pharmaceutical laboratory and force feed her.
They die at
Light had arranged
everything; he knew exactly where and when they would be. By saving Misa from
these “goons” he would further solidify her undying gratitude to him. He would
wait until the absolute last minute before sending Ryuuk
to help her out. The shinigami stomach, who would
have thought that ability existed. A lady’s man as
always, Light would skillfully manipulate her emotions to serve his purpose.
Coercing a model into gaining weight had never been so easy.
“It’s
gunna be harder to keep her full ya
know, now that she has the shinigami’s stomach that
is.” said Ryuuk through a mouthful of apple.
“I know just the place to fill her up. In 2 days time, no one will ever
believe that she is Misa Amane, or even that she ever
used to weigh 80 pounds only a few days ago. She will vanish from the public
eye.”
“Hyuuk
Hyuuk. You’re never without a plan Light, that’s what
makes ya interestin’”
Misa’s cheerful singing echoed loudly from the
bathroom and into the hallway. Light and Ryuuk could
hear her finishing up as the sounds of flowing water came to a halt.
“She was distraught
just a moment ago, but now she’s all happy again. Light you really do have a
way with words ya know; though I did like it more
when she was quiet.”
“Light, we’re out of
towels!” Misa cried as she plodded out of the bathroom.
It had taken 3 towels
to completely cover her midsection; the remaining towel wrapped around her damp
hair. “I don’t think I’ve got any clothes that fit me in my wardrobe; we need
to buy some new clothes. Or would you prefer that I just roam the house naked?”
she joked.
A 290 pound naked girl
roaming his house, now wouldn’t that be something. Light blushed and turned his
back to her.
“Uh, yeah, I’ve already ordered some
clothes for you from the store down town. They should be here this afternoon.”
Misa dove hard and
tackled Light, slamming him side on. The couple landed with a hard thud onto
the couch behind them. The young man’s eyes bulged as he felt the wind get
knocked out of his lungs.
“Oh, I’m so sorry
Light-kun, force of habit. Misa probably should do that at this size anymore
huh?”
“That’s…*urg*…perfectly alright….Misa-chan…It’s…fine
to be happy...*hurk*..But
could you please…get off of me?”
Misa thought the
question through as she sat on her boyfriend’s chest, her weighty thighs and
hips trapping him under a layer of softness.
“Alright, But only if you promise to
feed me nice things from now on…Misa has decided to get fatter for Light-kun!
If that’s what Light truly desires!”
“Excellent, she’s taken the bait and embraced
her weight gain. There’s nothing better than a willing subject.”
He laughed as he struggled to
get free.
“Ok chunky, you win!
But what I’d really like right now is to breathe again!” Light light-heartedly
teased “I’ll feed you only the best food and promise to take care of you.” He remarked
as he playfully prodded her fat.
“Haha!
Stop it Light-kun! That tickles!” Misa laughed as she rolled off. She had done it;
she had won Light’s affection. Her stomach gurgled loudly as she picked herself
up.
“I’m hungry Light, you’d better make good on your promise my love.” Misa
jested in honeyed tones. “I’m a growing girl after all.”
Behind Light’s
pleasant façade, his darker self schemed.
“Now, only the final stage of the plan remains.
Tomorrow will be a very special day indeed.”
Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
Shinigami’s are not the slaves of humans who own
death notes. They are still independent beings and have a will of their own. If
a human wants a shinigami to do something for them,
it is up to the shinigami whether or not they will
comply and under what terms.
死の神は死のノートを所有する人間の奴隷でない。彼らはまだ独立した存在、彼らの専有物の意志を有する。人間が死の神にそれらのための何かをしてほしければ従い、かどうか言葉の下でどんな死の神までである。
Those who have traded for shinigami stomachs
may find themselves addicted to their favorite foods. Their hunger will never
be fully sated until they taste their one particular favorite food. Unlike shinigami, humans are still required to perform exercise if
they wish to burn off ingested calories.
死の神の胃のために交換した人々は彼ら自身を彼らの好みの食糧に常習している見つけるかもしれない。空腹は決して十分に彼らが彼らの1 特定の好みの食糧を味わうまで満足しない。死の神とは違って、人間はまだ摂取されたカロリーを離れて燃えたければ練習を行うように要求される。
Chapter 6: Massive
Misa
Day 4
“Where are we going
now Light-kun?” asked Misa inquisitively.
It was nearing dusk;
the sun had begun to set. The first few streetlamps began to illuminate the
twilight as the couple drove along the busy street. The lights of the city
flickered to life as they crossed the bridge over
“If I were to tell you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”
Misa wrung her tubby fingers with impatience around her hand-bag which
rested on what was left of her lap, pushed far by the excess weight which
concentrated around her paunch. Through much effort, Light had ordered her a
replacement wardrobe numerous sizes larger than her originals a few days before.
It wasn’t easy to find a tailor in
Her black PVC top wrapped tightly around her chest, stretched tight over
her soft supple breast flesh. Misa’s plaid short
skirt barely covered her rear; leaving her panties plainly visible when she
stood. Her enlarged belly shuddered as they went over a speed bump, sending a
slight rippling motion through out her now 310 pound frame.
Since their last date had been rudely interrupted, Light had decided to
make things up to Misa. Over the course of the day he had taken her to numerous
restaurants, buffets and fast food outlets. She ate like a woman starved.
Misa had become obsessed with food. After learning that Light was into
heavier women, she had made it her mission to become as fat as she possibly
could. With the help of her shinigami stomach, her
gluttony knew no boundaries. She felt good to be able to eat whatever she
wanted, whenever she wanted (which was nearly all the time). After years of
denying herself the simple pleasures of eating, it was
as if a great burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
Light was happy, her stomach was happy and most of all, she was happy.
Life was good.
“Alright we’re here,”
Misa giddily hopped up and down, gleefully clapping her hands. Her immense
bust and belly launched high into the air, before coming back down with a thick
slap; flesh against flesh. She undid the back of her blindfold and rubbed her
eyes as they readjusted to her surroundings.
Before them stood a
grandiose skyscraper, the setting sun reflected on the thick pale glass windows
which spread like a grid over the building. 23 stories high, it towered over
them, its fancy black marble slabs lay side by side following up to the large
gold lined revolving doors. Misa
instantly recognized where they were.
“Ah! Isn’t this the
hotel that we were staying in when you were working with L?”
“Yeah that’s right.”
“But for Light-kun to take Misa to a hotel….does that mean
you want to…”
Misa’s face blushed radioactively as impure thoughts raced
through her mind.
Light loudly cleared
his throat, cutting her off in mid-sentence.
“Uh, well, your surprise
inside, so let’s get going.”
************************************************************************
“You are now on, Level
23”
The elevator doors
mechanically slid open, as Light and Misa stepped out. Her juicy thick thighs
rubbed against each other as she strode forward; her fishnet stockings strained
to contain them.
He led her down the
long hallway and stopped in front of a vending machine.
“Um, Misa appreciates the gesture of food, but did we have to come all the way
here just for a soda? Misa’s trying to burn as little
calories as she can you know…..”
Light ignored her
complaint as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a room key card. He
swiped the card against the credit card panel on the side of the machine.
*CLICK*
The plastic casing of
the machine slide across as the sound of depressurized air raced from the
cracks along the edge. Misa could feel a rush of cold air sweep past her
enlarged ankles, sending a shiver up her spine. The door slid open revealing a
hidden hotel room.
“Shall we?”
Light extended his
hand to her and helped her into the opening. He reached towards the golden knob
and gently twisted it open.
Misa was stunned.
Cakes, candies, ice cream, snow cones, chocolates; all manners of sweets lay
around the room in neat piles. Mountains of delectable desserts stretched from
one side of the room to the other along the walls. Never in her life had she
seen so much sugary goodness in one place. Her eyes went as big as saucers as
she looked over the hoard; she could feel her self beginning to salivate
profusely.
“Light-kun, what is
this?! Where did all of this come from?!”
He gave her a mischievous,
all-knowing grin.
“This, my dear Misa, was
L’s secret sweet stash. Though he may be long expired, I assure you that
everything here is quite fresh; preserved by the cold. ”
“And this is all for
me?!”
“Yes, have as much as
you want.”
She simply could not
believe it. A mass treats, and it was all for her. Misa could hold back no
longer. Misa shuddered with excitement as she drew a long deep breath.
“ITADAKIMASU!!!”
Moving as fast as her
310 pound body would allow her, the young girl
practically dove right in. She immediately began to gorge herself, shoveling
handful after handful of assorted sweets into her mouth. Gummi-worms,
boxes of expensive chocolate, truffles, glazed doughnuts,
it was as if a vacuum had formed in the space that was her mouth.
Misa had once again
descended into a feeding frenzy; flabby arms moved with the speed of a kung-fu
master as she hastily tried to cram everything into her mouth.
“Mmmmm…it’s ssoooooo *much* good!”
Light watched as she
methodically proceeded across the room, not a single scrap of food was safe
from her ever hungry lips. Her top began to get tighter and tighter as audible
squeals could be heard from the PVC trying to contain her proliferating flesh.
The soft tears of her fish-net stockings could be heard as her thigh flesh
began to break through.
“More! Misa wants
MORE!”
She was a fanatic.
Stains of chocolate and vanilla began to smear across her childish face. Her
soft cheeks bulged as she stuffed herself silly. The zipper behind her XXXL skirt
raced down her enlarging ass, briefly getting caught at the midpoint. Misa
reached around with her free hand and tore the zipper down. The tiny strip of
cloth that she called a skirt fell to the floor and curled around her fattened
feet.
“Delicious! Superb! Fantastic!”
Misa loved the tastes,
the scents and the calories. She could feel everything she ate almost
instantaneously being converted into pure fat. Despite the room’s cold
temperature, she felt quite warm; insulated by her prodigious girth. Light
calmly watched as his gluttonous girlfriend tore through the room like a
tornado, leaving only empty boxes, wrappers, and plates in her path.
“Whoa, that’s pretty impressive ya know.”
Ryuuk glided through the hotel wall, his dark
leathery wings flapping away as he hovered behind Light.
Misa’s rate of consumption began to slow as she
neared the half way point in the room. She was still fiercely ravenous;
however, her belly had now grown so large that she was finding it difficult to
reach the deserts at the far end of the table. Her top slid up higher and
higher; her belly swelled larger and larger.
Then she saw it, a
giant triple layer dark chocolate mud cake. It was as huge, easily half her
height. Misa knew that she had to have it. With her free hand, she tried desperately
to restrain her distended gut, reaching in vain for her prize. Tears began to
well up in the corners of her eyes as she became more and more frustrated.
“Just a little more…”
She inched her overstuffed
gut across the table, leaning as far as it would allow her to go. With a final
lung her tubby fingers reaching with all of her might, swiping at the edge of
the icing.
*CRASH*
The table legs
underneath her had collapsed. She looked up and saw the cake slowly slide down
the make-shift ramp towards her. She welcomed it with open arms, meeting the
first layer head on with her gaping maw. She dug straight into the cake,
ensuring that she licked every piece off of her fingers. The juxtaposition of
dark chocolate against her insipid skin was akin to a war; her desire to feed
and expand herself against the resistance of the cake, a very worthy adversary
indeed.
“I think I killed a
guy who was writin’ a book ‘bout something like this
before, somethin’ bout a white whale if I remember
correctly,” Ryuuk reminisced out loud.
Light nonchalantly observed
her consume all in her path. Ryuuk was right, her rate of expansion was impressive. Within a few
hours, she was done. She had swelled past her limits, bringing her to near 380
pounds. Massive Misa; she had clearly won back her childhood title.
Misa sat in the center
of the room, licking the crumbs off her fingers and trying to gather what was
caught on her top. The black PVC fabric strained to contain her mammoth
breasts, long abandoning their mission to cover her spherical belly.
She cradled it
lovingly, her hands sinking at least 5 centimeters into her fat. It was like
soft plaster; moldable and squishy. Misa thought back to the days of her youth
as she lay there, kneading her self like she was dough. She lay back and gave a
long sigh of contentment.
“Misa can’t believe
that she ate the whole thing!”
“Did you enjoy
yourself?”
Misa nodded; her
second and third chins jiggled along with her.
“There’s still some more left, are you still hungry?”
She sat up and scanned
the vicinity. Over the course of four hours, she realized that she had cleared three
quarters of the area.
“Wow! So this is what the shinigami
stomach is capable of. Amazing.” Misa thought to herself. “I wonder if Light has noticed how fat and sexy I’ve gotten.”
“Misa, what is your
favorite food in the whole world?”
Light’s voice echoed
through out the room, yet she could not see where he was.
“Oh that’s easy,
strawberry sundaes.”
Light paced out from a
side door, wheeling in what appeared to be a large soft serve machine. He had
modified it to contain a feeding tube and an increased out put rate.
Misa could see the
creamy pink ice cream churning away in the clear plastic barrel at the top of
the machine. She gracefully extended her flabby arm as Light handed her the
plastic mouth piece.
“Well then, are you
ready for dessert?”
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Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
Humans with the shinigami stomach may find
that food becomes an addiction akin to cigarettes or alcohol. If their desire
to gorge is not met for a prolonged period of time they may act in peculiar
ways. (E.g. Doing handstands whilst wrapping your legs
around your head.)
死の神の胃を搭載する人間は食糧が常習になることが分るかもしれない。むさぼり食う欲求が延長された一定期間の間会われなければ彼らは独特な方法で行動するかもしれない。(例えば手をすることはあなたの足をあなたの頭部のまわりで包む。間立つ)
Food which is consumed by a human with this ability is almost
instantaneously processed. That is, they get fatter rather than fuller.
この能力の人間によって消費される食糧はほとんど即座に処理される。すなわち、それらは脂肪質よりもむしろより完全になる。
Chapter 7: Judgement
Day 5
“Mmmpphh…..*gulp*…slow
down…Light…*slurp*…”
Strawberry ice cream
dribbled out from the corners of Misa’s mouth and
slathered down her neck, onto her chest as she desperately tried to keep up.
She could feel the chilled pink slurry through what remained of her taut XXXL
noir PVC tank top. Her monstrously large stomach had forced the material higher
and higher, giving the resemblance of a make-shift bra. Her thighs had swollen
with fat; what remained of her fishnet stockings dug deep into her skin. This
irritated her. Misa forcibly tore the leggings away, kicking off her shoes and
wiggling her now freed fattened feet against the velvety carpet.
Light had connected
her up to a modified soft serve machine. A long clear feeding tube rested over her
mouth, held in place by several straps behind her head. A torrent of strawberry
sundae was forced down the tube and into her waiting throat. It had been
arranged in such a way that she would either eat, or drown in her favorite food.
“But didn’t you tell
me that you would listen and do what Kira said from now
on when we first met?” Light reminded her.
Misa nodded as she
paced her breathing to match the flood of ice-cream flowing down the tube
towards her. Long abandoning the use of conventional dining room furniture, she
had decided to sit on the hotel room floor. Her titanic rear end provided her
with a more comfortable cushion than any store bought sofa. Empowered by her
resolve, she ferociously gulped down the frozen milk treat; her cheeks bulged
from the pressure. Misa’s eyes squinted into two tight
half moons, from both the rush of frozen dairy product and her already fat
laden face.
She could feel herself
become fatter, plusher, softer; her neck swallowed up by her shoulders and
breasts. The hungry young girl gulped and gulped, beginning to lose all feeling
at the back of her throat which had been numbed by her mass intake of icy
dessert.
Light and Ryuuk watched her blimp up bigger and
bigger. Her enormous panties began to roll into her ever widening crack. The
underside of her already generous perky white breasts became visible from
underneath her top, her nipples hardened from the chill of the spilt ice-cream.
Finding the influence
of gravity tiring, Misa toppled forward onto her gargantuan belly. It had
reached beanbag proportions, as she began to sink into her paunch. Resting on
her enormous chest and abdomen, she hastily undid her hair clips, letting her
long blond locks fall freely around her shoulders. She had become a goddess; the
epitome of physical splendor and beauty.
Her only remaining
strip of clothing, all that separated her from complete and utter nudity, had
begun to become uncomfortable. Misa tried her hardest to reach back and unzip
herself. There was no need. After several unsuccessful tries, her voluptuous
back fat did the job for her. She could hear the teeth of the zipper breaking
bit by bit. Misa peeled off the too tight garment, freeing her engorged udders.
A heavy wet smack was heard as they knocked into each other, perpetually
swaying side to side like a
Now completely naked,
Misa lay on all fours. Her plumped up forearms sunk into her breasts, creating
indents and shielding her nipples from view. The fattening, full-cream milk had
done wonders for her cleavage which had grown to compete with her gut, making
contact with the fuzzy fabric of the floor. Her buttocks rose higher into the
air, taut and round like inflated balloons with the circumference of a regular
oil-tank. The underside of her belly began to push through the space between
her legs. Misa began to suck faster and harder, wishing for nothing more than
to eat more and become fatter.
“Bigger…Misa must get BIGGER! For Light-kun!”
The floorboards beneath her began to creak as she neared 440 pounds. Her source
of food had nearly diminished as she saw the pink gauge reach near the bottom. Misa had begun to feel a tight build pressure
in her stomach. The feeling of fullness had eluded her for so long; it felt
like a completely new sensation all over again.
“This must be her
limit, not long to go now.” Light contemplated.
He pushed the lever on
the device as far as it would go, watching as the last of the pink slush drained
out of the container above with a deep sucking sound, reminiscent of a draining
sink.
Her eyes widened as she saw the last of the strawberry delicacy rush towards
her; a large bulge in the plastic tubing. Misa braced herself for impact as it
drew closer to her ensnared mouth. Opening her jaws as wide as they would
allow, she took it all down in one continuous sucking motion. Moisture welled
out of the corners of her eyes as she felt her stomach strain to take it all
in. Much of it had spilt down her mouth as the pressure of the liquid forced
the tube off her face, falling onto the floor below, writhing like a severed serpent.
Full to bursting, she collapsed
onto her side. A sloshing sound emanated from her overblown, over strained
belly. Misa’s heavy knockers lay either side of her
exhausted self. She drew in long deep breaths as she recovered from her
passionate dining. She truly was a beached whale, her breasts like her calves
nursing at her side.
“So full….can‘t eat…another bite….”
Her fattened, yet
still petite hands ran themselves over her inflated tummy. Her
normally powder white skin had developed a pinkish hue; packed full of strawberry
sundae. Misa’s child-like fingers didn’t know
what to do with themselves. They swept over her thickened rolls; three deep
distinct love handles lined her sides. She moved on to her expansive behind.
Grabbing too large handfuls she envisioned its size; each cheek was large
enough to eat a meal off. Misa fondled her
engorged mammaries; each had the volume of medium-sized beach balls. She licked
the spilt pink cream off of her flesh. The rough surface of her tongue felt
good against her sensitive skin.
She was stuffed; full
to the gills. Never in her life had she ever had so much to eat. There must
have been something wrong with her; here she was on the verge of exploding and
yet she loved it!
“So Light-kun, am I
big enough for you now? Have I become everything that you desire?” Misa asked in
a sugar sweet manner; appropriate considering how much of it she had eaten. Her
voice had deepened from her weight gain. No longer was it shrill and childish,
but more pleasant sounding and fitting of a regular adult woman. She sensually
licked drops of melted pink milk off the edge of her thick luscious lips.
Light was in awe of the mammoth girl. She had single handedly emptied
three quarters of a hotel suit full of confectionaries and taken in an entire
soft serve machine’s worth of strawberry sundae. Were she to lift her arms and
legs off the ground, her belly would be fully able to support her height
without change.
“Very well done Misa, you have indeed become the girl of my dreams.”
A compliment! Misa squealed as lay there, helpless. She had given up
half her life twice and completely ruined her supermodel figure, but it had all
been worth it! To receive words of praise from Light would be worth any
sacrifice.
Misa yawned widely. Her feasting had gone on well into the next day and
she was drained. It was nearing
*Yawn* “Oh…pardon me Light-kun…Misa does not know what’s…come over…her…”
*Yawn*
Misa stretched her obese physique as she lay sprawled on the floor. Too
tired and lazy to pick her enormous self up, she rested her head on her flabby
right arm; a perfect pillow. Her vision started to blur. The gluttonous flaxen
haired beauty could only make out Light’s silhouette looking down through her
half open eyes. He removed his office coat and laid it across her naked flesh.
It was barely enough to cloak her one side, but she appreciated the gesture of
affection. Misa smiled as she wearily lifted her sticky left hand to his face.
“Say you love me Light. Misa wants to hear those words…praise your Misa…one
more...time…”
Though she did not see it, she knew he was smiling at her. The world
went dark as her mind slipped into a peaceful dream. She was dead to the world.
“Hyuuk, hyuuk, hyuuk! I gotta hand it to ya. You managed to get a supermodel super fat. But was it
really necessary to get her so big? She’s certainly well over the weight
that’cha written down in the Death Note.”
Light bent down next to her sleeping form. He moved a few strands of her
loose blond locks away from her face and over her chubby cheek, repositioning
them behind her ear. He caressed her swollen features with the back of his
hand; his face emotionless and stoic.
“Such a waste; it would have been interesting to have a fat girlfriend
for a change compared to all those other skinny girls that always wanted to go
on dates with me.”
Light laid one hand on her pale white gut, which sunk several
centimeters into her flesh. He leaned close to her angelic face and stole a
kiss from his sleeping goddess, tasting the soft strawberry cream and powdered
sugar which coated her cherry colored lips.
“I shall grant you that as your last request, Misa Amane.
Your sacrifice will be for a better world, one free of evil and malice and for
that…I love you Misa-chan.”
He had relaxed his guard. Whether it was from Misa’s
constant, one-sided declarations of her feelings, or from the fact that their
presence in that room was homage to his defeat of L, Light felt at peace for
the first time in a long while.
“Uh, Light. She’s asleep. You can cut the lovey
dovey act now. Loving fat girls, whata
joke eh? Who’da ever believed that one?”
Light raised himself from the floor and stared the shinigami
straight in his golden ringed spherical eyes.
“Ryuuk; when I told Misa that I liked fat
girls, I meant it”
Day
Misa reclined in the hotel room’s Lazyboy chair.
Her obese form was wedged tight between the armrests either side. Light had
managed to find her one of L’s old white extra large white shirts for her to
wear. The sleeves fit snuggly over her corpulent arms; however the shirt’s body
struggled to cover her breasts and stomach. The rough cotton was tight against
her bulk, giving the semblance of a misaligned corset. Blankets from the bed
adorned her lower half. Her belly fat oozed into what space there was between
her rotund thighs which nearly touched all the way to her knees.
Misa had rested a large bowl of oily potato chips on her shelf of a
Buddha-belly. Her mass of rolls and folds multiplied when she sat. She was
immense. After her binge on sweets all the night before, she had been in the
mood for something a little more savory for most of the day. Room service trays
littered the floor space around her. Two opened bottles of creaming soda and a large
bowl of strawberry ice cream lay on the side table next to her. She remained
silent, absorbed in her TV show. The only visible movement she made was that of
her hand ferrying back and forth between the bowl and her mouth.
Sounds of pre-recorded laughter blared from the television, as Misa
continued to watch in the darkened room. The illumination from the screen
served as the room’s only light source. The white digital clock numbers in the
corner of the display counted down the time to
With only a minute remaining, Misa had finished her snack. She licked
and sucked her salty fingers as they came to rest against her deepened naval.
“Light-kun, could you get me another bag of chips please?”
He pushed off the sofa he had been sitting on and made his way to the
pantry. Misa’s attention had shifted to the ice-cream
as she began to tip the contents of the bowl into her mouth.
Light leaned back against of the wall in the hallway leading to the sofa
room. The luminance from the television cast long shadows across the furniture.
A malicious, twisted sneer warped across his face, half shrouded in darkness. He
drew back his left sleeve to reveal his silver and gold watch as he counted
down the seconds towards her demise.
…Five...
“Hey…”
…Four…
“…you know Light...”
…Three…
“….I’ve…”
…Two…
“...I’ve been thinking…”
…One…
“…I…”
...Zero…
“Goodbye Misa Amane.”
Time stood still as the room went silent. The background noise of the TV
faded to a commercial.
*THA-THUMP*
The entire room felt suddenly hotter. Misa could feel her heart racing.
She clutched her chest as she felt her left arm go numb. The bowl of ice-cream
which rested on her gut fell to the floor. The sound of shattered empty ceramic
bowls cut through the suite as bits and pieces of broken shrapnel flew in
different directions. Her breathing became labored as she desperately tore at
her shirt. Unlike her previous clothing, L’s shirt did not come undone so
easily. She wanted to scream, but the words just would not come.
“Light…it hurts…”
Her face contorted with pain, tears streamed down the side of her cheeks
causing her mascara to run. Misa winced as the fabric dug tight into her folds,
cutting deep into her sensitive skin. She couldn’t breath. Her upper body had
tightened up; constricting around what should have been her neck. Beads of
sweat rolled down her brow.
She could not see. Her vision was obscured. More pre-recorded laughter
roared from the television as Light watched her flail in her recliner. It was
as though the audience was mocking her torment. From the back of the room he observed
her thrash wildly about. He could hear Misa’s weight
shift as the floorboards beneath her creaked and groaned.
With one final burst of energy, she made one last desperate reach
towards the heavens. Grasping nothing but thin air, it fell limp by her side,
overhanging the armrest of the chair, her crimson finger nails sweeping the
floor. The deed was done.
Kira had claimed another victim; another had fallen beneath his pen strokes.
Light Yagami was victorious yet again. He drew out the Death Note from his back
pocket; the silvery white letters reflecting from the brightness of the
monitor.
He paced towards the exit door, the Death Note clutched firmly in his
hands. Concealing the corpse would be simple; Light would seal her lifeless
body within the secret room, entombing her around the sweets that she adored. With
him holding the only remaining key, it would be
months, maybe years before they ever find her.
As he twisted the gold knob to leave, he heard it; a sound which chilled his blood and sent him into a cold sweat.
“Kyah! That’s better; Misa thought she was going to
die!”
What was going on? Why hadn’t her life’s candle snuffed by the death
note. Light’s pupils dilated as a look of utter horror imprinted itself on his
face. He slowly turned around, watching his almost one quarter of a ton girlfriend
rise to her feet.
Misa had undressed herself, holding the caulk colored shirt by its
sleeve. The fabric had been pulled and stretched until it resembled more of a
tent. Her breasts and belly shook heavily as she pried herself from the
recliner. She stretched her flabby arms behind her head and wrapped the blanket
around her expansive waistline, creating a temporary long skirt.
“That shirt was so tight, Misa felt like it was choking her. Guess that
mean’s your Misa’s gotten pretty big huh Light-kun?”
she cooed as she waddled towards him. “As she was saying before, Misa thinks
she wants to resume modeling again.”
Light hadn’t heard a word she said. The mere concept of someone
surviving the Death Note had boggled his mind. Was she not the human girl he
though she was? Some form of demon?
“How is this possible!?!” Light uttered out loud.
“Oh it’s possible. When we were at the restaurant yesterday, Misa was
approached by the manager for a plus-sized modeling agency. They want me to do
some poses for their summer fashion magazine,” she replied, thinking that Light
had referred to her previous statement.
“I-I don’t understand it…but you’ve gotten so fat…,” he spluttered.
“Where had my plan gone wrong”
Light desperately racked his brain for a logical explanation as to why
she had not succumbed to the Death Note. He was not used to failure.
“So what? Didn’t you hear what I said? The job is a PLUS-SIZED modeling job. The
pay’s quite nice too. Oh and look, they made me a sample business card too”
Misa reached into the deep crevice of her cleavage and withdrew a small
rectangular strip of cardboard.
“Tee-hee, Misa has always wanted to try that.”
Plucking the card from her chubby fingers, he scanned the gold embossed
letters on its surface.
“Japanese SSBBW Massive Misa (Misa Amane 弥 海砂).
Weight: To be determined, Height 4’10’’ (150 cms) Three sizes 46 – 60 – 52”
She grabbed her doughy belly and gave it a gentle massage, deepening the
cave that was her navel. She had grown used to the feeling of her soft, warm
flesh.
“Misa should call and get those numbers updated.” She giggled to herself
As Misa continued to ecstatically explain her contract, unaware of
Light’s actions, he flipped through the Death Note. Her name was spelt
correctly, she was well over the weight she was supposed to die at, it was
passed the time of death; what did he overlook?
“….and so that’s what happened! Modeling has always been my passion; Misa’s so happy right now.”
Frantically flipping to the list of rules, he scanned through them. It
finally dawned on him.
She was not depressed. He had been so focused on her weight gain that he
had completely forgotten that she was supposed to eat out of depression. Light
had let his feelings get the better of him. Although fate had given her the opportunity
to be depressed, he had unknowingly gone against the Death Note, making her
fate impossible to fulfill. He had saved her life.
Light slumped to his knees, stunned at his own ignorance. Kira had been defeated.
“Now that Misa’s earning lots of money, we can
go on much dates every week huh Light-kun?”
She wrapped her fat encased arms around his neck, resting her inflated F-cups either side of his head. He sunk deep into her paunch; her girth swallowed the young man up like quicksand. Accepting his loss, Light let her engulf him; becoming lost in the vast ocean of hot jiggling fat that was Misa Amane.
Munching on a juicy red apple, Ryuuk sniggered
from the shadows.
“Hyuuk, Hyuuk!
Humans really are interesting!”
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Death Note
How to use it
LXIX
Under the effect of the shinigami’s
stomach, the individual’s favorite food will have the greatest fattening effect
on the individual. Depending on the fat content of the food to begin with, the
effects of weight gain may increase by ten to twenty fold in comparison to
regular consumption of the same volume of food.
死の神の胃の効果の下で、個人の好みの食糧は個人にすばらしい太っている効果をもたらす。から始まる食糧の脂肪分によって体重増加の効果は食糧の同じ容積の規則的な消費と比較して10 から20
折目によって増加するかもしれない。
Unlike the shinigami eyes, a
person who gives up the shinigami’s stomach will have
their former weight restored to them. Re-trading for the shinigami
stomach will restore them to the size that they were when they gave it up,
instead of doubling their current weight
.
死の神の目とは違って、あきらめる人は死の神の胃彼らの前の重量をそれらに元通りにする。死の神の胃のための再交換はサイズに、それをあきらめたときだった現在の重量を倍増するかわりにことそれらを元通りにする。
When a human’s name is written in the Death Note, they
will die, provided that all conditions for death are met. Based on the
conditions of death recorded, the victim’s future fate is altered to suit those
conditions where and when ever possible.
人間の名前が死のノートに書かれる場合、彼らは死のための条件すべてが満たされれば、死ぬ。それらの状態に適するために記録される死の状態に基づかせていて犠牲者の可能な場合ところでそして未来の運命は変わる。
No one but the owner of the Death Note has the
opportunity alter the fate of a doomed individual. If the owner of a Death Note
intervenes in such a manner, resulting in the avoidance of the fulfillment of
one or more of those conditions specified or by putting their own life at risk,
then the death is invalidated and the victim survives.
誰もしかし死のノートの所有者は機会を運命づけられた個人の運命を変えてもらわない。死のノートの所有者がそのような方法に、指定されるそれらの条件の一 つ以上の達成の回避に終ってまたは危険に自身の生命を置くことによって介入すれば、それから死は無効になり、犠牲者は存続する。