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Misato and the Slobby Seraphim (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2022-09-06 20:44:59 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Misato (Evangelion) Giantess Growth and Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) of her and other Evangelion characters
The NERV headquarters were ablaze with activity as the alarms sounded out through the corridors. People sprinted back in forth within the controlled chaos, knowing full well what the siren meant. Although there were no signs of the target, everyone was on guard for whatever strange and dangerous Angel would be showing up next.
Making her way past the scrambling workers, Misato remained calm as she focused on the task at hand. Pushing her locks of purple hair out of the way and straightening her red jacket gave her a semblance of control as she trekked towards the command center. Ruffling the edge of her black dress to ensure she maintained a semblance of control in this rush of panic, she made her way to her post and found courage in the presence of her coworkers.
“Status report,” Misato shouted out as she took her place in the center.
“Though there hasn’t been any sign of the Angel itself, the readings are going off the charts,” Makoto replied, his glasses shimmering with the reflection of the various readouts.
“Shinji and the others have already boarded their EVAs in preparation for the attack,” Maya said as she pulled up the camera feed of the bodysuit clad pilots getting in position.
“Affirmative,” Misato replied. “Has there been any word from Commander Ikari?”
“Not since the initial alarm,” Maya replied, neck-length hair shaking wildly as he hurried to pull up as much information as she could about previous Angels. “He seemed a little off. It feels like a completely different type of enemy.”
“We can either confirm or deny that after we get visual on it,” Misato said, clasping her monitor. “With all of these AT field readings there has to have been some sign of it.”
“No, nothing at all,” Makoto answered. “Whatever it is, it’s apparently close enough to our instruments to spike the readings.”
Misato thought for a moment, her eyes scanning the numerous camera feeds around her for some sign of the threat. Her vision eventually fell upon her own screen where she spotted a small, black fleck on her monitor. Trying to wipe it away with her finger, she felt a minor amount of resistance. Attempting to push it off once more let her discover that the spot was growing. Taking a step back from her computer, she watched as the spot continued to swell into a large lump of goo. The amorphous blob grew to the size of the computer itself, leaning forward to be within inches of Misato’s face. Forced to look into the solitary, black and white eye before her, Misato didn’t have time to react before it flung itself into her face and slid itself down her throat.
Misato let out a grunt as she felt the creature squirm around inside of her. Stumbling across the floor, the worried cries of her coworkers fell on deaf ear as a buzzing noise permeated her thoughts. As her entire body continued to rumble, she felt something echoing in the depths of her mind. Though it had no voice, it got across its feeling quite clear.
“Get away from me!” Misato shouted out to both the creature and her teammates.
“Why? What’s happening?” Maya asked.
“It’s inside me, the Angel,” Misato replied, clutching at her mid-section as she felt her insides churn. “I keep hearing it my head. It sounds like it wants to-BWOOOOOOORRRRPPP!”
Misato reeled back from lingering fumes of her rancid belch. Feeling herself become nauseated from the stench, she took a step back and tried to wave away the foul air. Letting go of her stomach let her feel something surge outwards. Tilting her head down, she was left awestruck as her once slim mid-section began to bulge out.
“What the hell is going on?” Makoto asked, he and the others too stunned to do anything other than stare at the basketball sized lump.
“I think it’s trying to UURRRP transform my body,” Misato replied, trying in vain to try and shove her stomach back in. “Call up the medical staff. They need to…”
Misato’s voice petered off in the wake of an ominous groan from her gut. Chewing on her lip, she once more tried to shove her hand into her stomach to fight against the unknown creature and immediately realized her mistake. Accidentally pushing a gas bubble down her intestines, her entire body shook as a loud BRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPP came spurting out of her rear. Though the smell of fart was bad enough, the side effects are what truly let it sink in the extent of the creature’s presence.
No sooner did the last of her gas expulsion enter her nostrils did another fart come bursting out to bring her attention to how tight her skirt had become around her hips. A belch rolling up her throat brought with it the sound of the front part of her clothing tearing itself apart to make way for the added layer of fat around her breasts. Through this realization of gassiness and growth, Misato was very aware of the fact that her belly had come to resemble that of a woman about to give birth to triplets.
“Come on, we’re getting you out of here now,” Makoto said as he grabbed her hand. “There has to be something we can do to stop-“
Makoto was silenced as Misato accidentally burped right in his face. Reeling back from the smell sent him falling to the ground. Though he tried to sit back up, he paused as his body began to shiver. Before the others could come to his aid, he pushed them away with a combination of noxious fumes coming from both ends. The burps and farts came along with an extra layer of pudge that began to tear through his uniform. Though he had all the reason to be afraid, there was a look of serene bliss on his face as he continued to pack on the pounds.
