Feed Him, Hajime

Nag.ito looked down at his absolutely ruined uniform and sighed. He was relieved at the least that he was already home. He’d be mortified if he had subjected a single Ultimate to a sight like that.

Ma.tsuda had warned him of the various symptoms of his dementia. Some symptoms he’d mostly brushed off, like ‘compulsive overeating’. Another mistake of his, as is par for the course. He knew full well that his appetite had changed lately, and yet it still hadn’t clicked in his mind. He hadn’t thought it was -that- much. However, the popped buttons of his blazer and pants proved that he was wrong.

He had just been eating lunch on a bench outside when his luck struck. He was chugging his first Dr. Hopper, the second sitting right beside him, and right as he finished it, his blazer button flew off. It was embarrassing for sure, but it would’ve been fine if it had ended there honestly. Instead, the button ricocheted off of an adjacent bench and pierced the second can next to him. To avoid getting covered in the soda spraying out of the punctured can, he quickly stood up. But apparently, standing up so fast was also the limit for his pants, as his other button went soaring. The icing on the cake was when that button bounced off of -something- and smacked him right in the forehead.

Of course, he’d had the good luck of not being seen when he left to go home to balance out some of the bad luck, but he still felt ashamed. To think, he’d let himself go -so- far that he’s destroyed a uniform he didn’t even deserve in the first place! Now he’ll have to ask for a replacement, further wasting their resources on scum like him.

Sighing again, Nag.ito took off the blazer with a bit of effort. He hadn’t noticed before how tight the sleeves had gotten until now as he tried desperately to free his arms. But he was thankful that at the least, the sweater he was wearing beneath it was stretchy enough that taking it off was a simple process. He began trying to get his slacks off but quickly realized that this endeavor was much harder than the blazer. He had to suck his stomach in just to be able to grab the waistband and then had to shimmy his legs back and forth to get it to budge at all. Bending down to pull them down further, he began panting. It was quite pathetic that he was already getting out of breathe just taking his pants off, but typical for him. He eventually had to lay down on his bed to wrestle them past his thighs and off completely. After that intense struggle, he remained laying on the bed for a moment.

When Nag.ito regained his breath, he got up and went to his bathroom. He stood in front of the full body mirror and looked at himself -actually- for the first time in probably years.

What he saw was a far cry from his emaciated ghoulish-looking younger self. Instead, he looked more like an overstuffed sausage, really. His arms were soft and thick with a slight dimple forming above his elbow. His chest was also soft and two fatty mounds had accumulated over his pecks. His once striking collarbones were significantly less sharp and pronounced. Even his pointed jawline and hollowed cheeks were transformed. He now sported big round cheeks and a slight double chin when he moved his face in different angles. Moving his gaze down further he saw the area that had changed the most. For most of his life, he’s been able to count each one of his ribs because of how thin he was. But now, not a single one was in sight. In fact, his once flat stomach now hung over his waistband and covered part of his pelvic area. His straight hips had become curvy, with sizable love handles that he unconsciously began to grab. Those curves sloped inwards a little to meet his now thick thighs. Arguably one of the places that the fat had gone to most. His thighs pressed together when he stood in a straight neutral pose. He had to spread them out a few inches before they no longer touched one another. Following the line of his legs, he turned slightly to look at his ass. He’d never really had one before, at least when he’d been nothing more than a skeleton. But much like his thighs, it was covered in doughy flesh that seemed to hide any semblance of his bone structure underneath.

He was… fat.

He had never seen himself look like this before. It was bewildering and a bit exciting. Nagito was surprised that he had somehow not noticed all of this weight gain … but he’s never been the vane type. Nor the type to look in mirrors.

What was even -more- surprising is that he definitely didn’t mind the weight. It was certainly an improvement to his starving rail-thin body. He no longer looked like he was just a few steps from keeling over. If anything, most people would berate him for not walking more at this point. Not that he has any intention of doing so; exercise has never interested him and even with the newly acquired bigger body- he refuses to do it.