3rd breakfast

   “SHIIIIINJI! GET OUT HERE, BREAKFAST!”

    Shinji’s eyes shot open, awakened by the sudden commotion and shouting that sounded as if it was coming from the other room. He stared upward as he laid in bed, gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling indicating to him that he was back in Misato’s apartment.

    ’Back? That’s strange...’ Shinji wondered, feeling as if something was out of place. That he was forgetting something, something important. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something certainly felt odd. He noticed a cold sweat trickling down his brow, and felt as if he was utterly exhausted, like he had just woken up from a nightmare. Whatever it had been however, he couldn’t quite recall.

    “SHINJI?!”

    “C-coming!” Shinji yelped, throwing off his covers as fast as he could. His bulbous belly rolled out from underneath, sticking high into the air and wobbling slightly from his sudden movement. It was a round, double rolled heap that sat heavily atop of the rest of his body pinning him to the bed. It was covered by an enormous, tarp like shirt, that hugged his gut tightly despite it’s large size. His trash bag like arms jiggled as he pulled the rest of the sheet off, revealing the lower half of his bloated body. Swinging his meaty legs over the edges of the bed, he began the arduous process of raising himself into a seated position. Weighing just over half a ton, it was no easy feat for him. He struggled beneath the weight of his stomach, reaching his arms and flabby finger tips outwardly in an attempt to gain the momentum to bring himself up.

    “Haaaaaah…. Come on…” He whimpered, breathing heavily in between bouts of complaining. By now he had broken into an even fiercer sweat than before, perspiration dripping down his brow and flowing from pours found across the rest of his body. It dampened his shirt, causing it to stick to his numerous deep fat folds. After a minute or two of straight effort, Shinji finally managed to sit up on his mattress. His ass spilled out from the groove it has made for itself in the bed as he did so, spreading out behind him and across the back of the bed. His stomach rolled forward, filling his lap and flopping past his knees with a loud thud.

    Bringing himself up on his feet took the boy about as long, if not a big longer, as sitting up did. His knees creaked loudly as he stood up, strained from the immense pressure his swollen top half was putting on the rest of his body. Turning his head to his side, Shinji breathed a sigh of relief upon remembering that he had gone to sleep with his form fitting shorts on that night.  He was already utterly exhausted from just getting out of bed, he couldn’t imagine being walk to walk to the kitchen on top of dressing himself. Even still, he couldn’t help but think that something was off about this all. Simply getting out of bed felt much harder than he thought it should have been, oddly enough.

    “Hurry up, IDIOT!” Shouted the shrill voice from down the hall. “We’re waiting!”

    “I said I’m… huff... coming!” Shinji shouted back, finding himself growing irritated as he began to clumsily waddle out of his room. He moved at a slow, precarious pace, his stomach swinging back and fourth like a pendulum across his thighs as he awkwardly trudged forward. He passed through the door’s frame into the hall with relative, his stomach only brushing up against it slightly. ’Odd...’ Shinji thought, thinking and expecting that the gap had been smaller. He spilled out into the hall, taking up nearly it’s entire width as he plodded towards the living room. Reaching it and the kitchen, he was met with a familiar enough sight.

    “Took you long enough! Dummkopf!” Asuka spat, puffing out her flabby cheeks in her irrational anger as per usual. The raging, 700 pound redhead took up two seats at the dinning table, filling both with her immense ass checks as she impatiently waited for her morning meal. She looked positively enormous while seated, her hefty flab sagging to her sides, hanging off past the chairs edge and towards the ground. Her gut oozed past her crotch and down to her knees, much like Shinji’s, though it lacked the sheer width his had. Her hips were much wider in comparison to him, flaring out to her sides and taking up as much space as they possible could. Her yellow dress was stretched thin, plastered across her body and both maintained her modesty while leaving very little to the imagination as it hugged her body tightly. She grit her teeth upon seeing Shinji, more specifically his moobs, lamenting how they were somehow bigger than her own breasts.

    “Sorry… haaahh… sorry...” Shinji muttered, giving in to Asuka’s aggression and apologizing as he took his place at the table. The chair was quickly swallowed up by his yoga ball sized ass flaps, the seat wedging itself within his butt’s crack. Each check poured over the sides, wobbling as they hung freely. His mouth watered slightly, noticing the table stacked high with piles of plates and food. Despite being only for the apartment’s three residents, it was enough to feed multiple large families.

    “Nahow… ngghhh… nahow Aushkah...” Mistao moaned from the kitchen, her jowls encumbered by the copious amounts of flesh that hung from them. She toiled about, finishing up a few more dishes for the trio’s breakfast she had started while waiting for Shinji. Despite being absolutely enormous, weighing far more than both Asuka and Shinji put together, she had retained much of her mobility, her strenuous role as a government employee and the caretaker to two troublesome children leaving her with at least some muscle mass to support her body even as she buried it beneath pound after pound of flesh. She was positively blob like, her flab jiggling wildly from from every small movement. She had little clothing to speak of, her daisy dukes covering little of her ass and leaving the majority of their mishappen, dimpled bottoms exposed. Meanwhile, her yellow shirt served as little more than a makeshift bra for her titanic tits. Her hair was left a greasy mess from her near endless sweating, shewn about in a tangled and poorly tied in a pony tail, reflecting her slobby nature.

    “Youh’d beh… haaaaahhhh.. shlowh tuh if you weheighed as… huufff… muahch as Shinj….” She joked. “Spehking ouhf wuhich…”

    “The school called earlier.” Asuka interrupted, quickly shifting her ire from Shinji to Misato as the woman’s slow and sloppy speaking had begun to slow down the process of her getting her breakfest significantly. “You’re officially the second largest student in our class.” She stated plainly, a hint of jealously on the edge of her voice.

    “Second?” Shinji asked, bringing a flabby finger to his triple chin. “Who’s the first?” He asked, genuinely confused.

    “It’s that Rei...” Asuka hissed, blatant hatred dripping from her voice like a snake’s venom. “That... doll thinks she’s better than me just because she weighs a ton and has to be carted from class to class...” She grumbled.

    “Who’s she?” Shinji blurted out. Though her name seemed familiar, it once again felt as if he had forgotten something, something very important this time. A shiver went down his spine as he mused over the name, feeling something warm, yet cold, arise within himself.

    “What do you mean?!” Asuka yelped, taken aback by Shinji’s question. “You’re always staring at her, practically drooling over yourself all throughout class! Don’t tell me you don’t even know her name!”

    “W-what?!” Shinji blushed.

     “Thaht’s ehnouhgh!” The two’s caretaker huffed, jiggling her way out of the kitchen over to the table as she carried a number of plates piled precariously high with food along with her. She lazily slammed the plates down on the table, then plopped backwards onto a mess of chairs arranged beforehand by Asuka in order to support her monstrous ass. They creaked ominously as she did so, though held strong regardless.

    “Fine!” Asuka fumed, upturning her nose as she reached peak frustration. “Can we just eat already?!” She whinged, her stomach grumbling loudly from beneath the table.

    “Auhrahight...” Mistato sighed, wiping her sweaty forehead with her sausage sized fingers and quickly giving in to Asuka.

    “Thank you for the food!” The two exclaimed, Misato and Asuka subsequently digging into their food like ravenous hogs right after. Shinji poked at his food awkwardly, the notion that Misato being a terrible cook being somehow ingrained into his mind. This was in spite of the delicious smell wafting from the fleshly cooked meal she had cooked that sat front of him. Closing his eyes and shoving a fork full of scrambled eggs down his throat, he couldn’t help but moan as they hit his taste buds.

    “MMMMMmmmmm”

    “WauuuuuUUUUUURRRRRRrrrrrppp… Mghngh… Wauht… Ish Iht?” Misato sputtered in between bites.

     “Itsh… uurrrrp… soh goohd!” Shinji moaned, beginning to stuff more and more food down his gullet with every passing second. His overindulgence brought relief to his weary body, somehow filling him with joy as he filled his stomach in turn. His worries of something being out of place retreated to the back of his mind as he feasted, then disappeared entirely, replaced by a greedy desire to glut himself further and see himself grow even larger.

     ’I wonder if that Rei girl would like to have lunch with me...’ Shinji wondered as he chewed his food. ’What would she… actually, I’m sure a girl her size isn’t picky...’