DISCLAIMER: Soul Eater still belongs to Atsushi Okubo. This fanfic still belongs to me and was written solely for fun.
After what felt like hours, though really was only about 20 minutes, Kid finally made it back home. He felt like his insides would fall out of him at any minute. He could feel an intense excrucitating pain in his abodiminal area from running for so long on such a full stomach. When he was sure he wasn't being followed by Liz, Patti, or any of his other friends, Kid made his way into his room, locked the door, and lay on the bed allowing his body to digest the 100+ pies he had greedily devoured.
He hated it. And, he hated it more because, secretely, he loved it.
Kid had never told anyone. Not even his two weapons. He had never told anyone that, in actuality, he loved food. He loved eating. The flavors, the textures, the aromas, everything. Whenever there was a social gathering of any sort, Kid had made careful sure to invite as many people as possible so that there wouldn't be any leftover food. So that he wouldn't be tempted to gorge himself. So that he'd be distracted from it all by talking to the company and making mindless chit chat instead of stuffing his face.
He pulled out an old photo album he had kept neatly on one of the bookshelves and began looking through it. Inside were old photos. Photos of a rather plump looking child of about six or seven years old that appeared to be growing fatter with each year portrayed in pictures until growing slimmer into a svelte young adult.
A fat child with three white stripes on one side of his head. A fat child named Kid.
The young Shinigami reminiced sadly on his childhood. He sighed as he remembered how much of a pig he was. How proud he was that he was able to clean his plate just by eating everything that was in front of him. How he turned to food for comfort whenever his newly developing OCPD would cause him to break down. How he'd spend hours in the kitchen baking treats for himself alone.
He also remembered Lord Death growing incresingly concerned over his growing obesity. On the one hand, being a Shinigami meant that Kid never had to worry about any health problems associated with his weight. On the other hand, his weight did put him at a disadvantage in several ways. For one thing, Kid was much slower back when he was overweight.
And the teasing. He remembered the teasing.
(Flashback)
Kid sat at the park building a neat little sandcastle. Well, sand-pyramid to be specific. He liked pyramids. They were so neat and symmetrical. Of course, he would've had an easier time building one had one of his chubby hands not been grasping an ice cream cone at the time. An ice cream cone he fussed over wanting until his father finally gave in and bought him one.
He continued to build his triangular structure when he noticed a shadow looming over him. He looked up to see a couple of older children. Since was about eight years old, he guessed that they had to be about ten or eleven. Possibly twelve.
"You wanna help me build a pyramid?" he asked nicely hoping they just wanted to play, "It'll like nice and even when we're done and..."
"Aww, Porky wants us to play with him." one of the older children laughed.
Porky? Kid looked confused. Like the cartoon pig? Why would anyone call him Porky? He didn't stutter, and he certainly didn't have a pig-like nose or a curly tail.
The other older child grabbed the ice cream and slammed it onto Kid's head.
"Oh, messy little piggy." the older child laughed, "Naughty fat piggy! You're supposed to eat your food, not wear it."
"Maybe the fat piggy wants to eat some nice fresh mud. Mmm, mud's good for fat piggies." the first older child laughed.
He then dumped some water from a water-bottle he was holding onto Kid's pyramid. Kid watched sadly as the water ruined his hard work turning his symmetrical structure into a mushy wet mess. Then, one of the older children pushed Kid into the ground and began rubbing his face in the dirt.
"C'mon, Porky! Eat the dirt like a good fat piggy."
The two older children then left while laughing. Kid sputtered as he staggered to his feet and spat out any sand that was in his mouth before wiping out the sand in his eyes. He then did the one thing any child his age would do after going through something like that.
He cried.
It didn't take long before Lord Death heard his son's sobs and quickly rushed to his aid. After making sure Kid was ok, the older Shinigami lifted up his son and began to carry him back home.
"Kid, I know you're not going to like this, but I think it's time we put you on a diet." Lord Death spoke.
(End Flashback)
Kid wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before silently cursing himself for ruining his symmetry by making one sleeve wet while the other one was still dry. He then wiped his eyes against his other sleeve to make them equal.
He sighed and looked down at his still-engorged stomach. The swelling had gone down, indicating that his digestive system was at work. Though, this also now meant that the roundness of his belly was due to a layer of fat that had formed on there rather than just simple extremefullness.
And, as much as Kid didn't want to admit it. He was hungry.
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. What'll happen next? Will Kid gain control of his appetite? Will he gain more weight? Will his friends find out? Well, you'll just have to stay tuned to find out.
