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(Attack on Titan/Commission)

So Eren was dead. There was no changing that. He had gone out into the city alongside his squad, but they had been immediately overrun and wiped out by a band of human-hungry Titans. The only one who had managed to survive in the end was Armin, and in his own words it was because Eren had made the ultimate sacrifice to save him. As much as Mikasa wished it was all a lie, as much as she wished that she would wake up soon in her bed from this horrid nightmare...she knew that there was nothing that could change the truth. Eren was gone. Dead but not buried. The young man who had given her a second chance to live after her family had been violently taken from her, he was no more. Nothing left of him except the chunks of a rotting corpse floating about inside a Titan's digestive fluids. It broke Mikasa's heart and it nearly broke her mind as well.
She made an attempt to push past her sorrows and let herself loose on the Titans she hated so much. Fighting was what helped her ignore her pain the best, after all. However, in the midst of her quiet rage, she had failed to take accurate care of her 3D maneuver gear's gas tanks, causing her to crash right in front of those hungry monsters. Mikasa was almost ready to let herself be killed there. Without Eren, she had no family left at all. She had no one. But that line of thinking only lasted for a scant few moments. As she remembered everything Eren had told her, Mikasa started to feel like giving up would have been the wrong thing to do after all. Giving up meant having to sacrifice her life. The life that Eren had given her. It would mean never being able to go on experiencing what this world, as hellish as it was, had to offer to her. It would mean that she would have to forget about everything including him.
Mikasa raised a shattered blade before the Titan and let out a cry of undeniable fury. Fury at the monster for what it had done, and fury at herself for ever having thought she was about to let herself be eaten here. She would live on for Eren's sake. No, she would live on for Eren's sake and her OWN sake. She could do both at once. That was exactly what she intended to do.
What exactly happened after that, and how she got away from the Titan despite having no means of actually fighting it properly, remained unclear to Mikasa even several days later. Armin said that he had rounded up some of the others and managed to get her to safety just in time. Mikasa assumed she had probably fallen unconscious at some point. Whatever the case might have been, the onslaught of Titans entering the wall had been stopped. The military had continued fighting Titans until there were none left, and then the survivors hastily scrambled to create a makeshift wall to block the hole. So many had died. Mikasa spent an entire day crying in her room where no one could see her. When she reemerged, she had come to a decision. A pretty radical one, all things considered. She confronted Armin about it in the military cafeteria as soon as she had the chance.
"You're really sure that you want to join the Military Police? It means you'll have to stay inside these walls." Armin pointed out.
"I know that. Which is why I'm doing it."
"I suppose...now that Eren is gone...there really is no reason for either of us to follow him and join the Survey Corps like we originally planned..."
Mikasa sighed. She started eating the plate of bread and soup sitting in front of her. She tore into the bread and slurped down the soap like there was nothing else to lose. She was behaving somewhat like Sasha, in fact. Not that the young woman could have cared how gluttonous she might have looked. She'd barely eaten anything for days...and thinking about Eren made her extremely hungry for some reason. But not in a good way. It was almost like she needed to eat because she wanted to do something to distract herself. Mikasa ate and ate until her plate was clean, but the temptation to get up and have herself a second helping was still there. Mikasa grimaced at her empty bowl of soup.
Armin sighed into his hand. "I think I'm still going to go and join the Survey Corps, anyway. I want to learn more about the Titans and help humanity. Just like Eren would have done."
"What?" Mikasa looked back up at him.
"That's what I'm going to do, Mikasa. I'm not as strong as you and I could never match Eren's courage, but I'm going to try. I will probably end up getting killed, but if you don't try, then what will you achieve?"
"...I wish you good luck with that, Armin."
"Thanks, Mikasa. Good luck with everything for you too."
That was the last time that Armin and Mikasa would speak for several years. Mikasa didn't hate Armin and she certainly didn't feel insulted by his decision to join the Survey Corps, effectively leaving her behind. That was just fine. Mikasa remained steadfast in her decision to join the Military Police and live safely within the mighty walls that surrounded their society. Mikasa wanted to keep living, even if it meant throwing away the chance to fight against the monsters. Raising a blade wasn't something she could bring herself to do. She was still somewhat broken over the loss of Eren. She'd never feel whole again no matter how hard she tried. It didn't seem like she'd ever feel full again either; she ate two more plates of bread and soup that night but she still went to bed with an ache of hunger in her stomach.
Mikasa moved onto joining the Military Police the very next day. Due to her exemplary performance in the battle of Trost District, she was immediately accepted into their ranks. Mikasa was grateful to know that there would be no difficulty in her getting by. Of course, there were those who questioned her decision given how she had defeated so many more Titans than any other cadet chosen. She performed better than many of their more experienced soldiers too. She could have been extremely useful in the Survey Corps, possibly able to rival Captain Levi and his team of expert Titan exterminators. Mikasa chose not to consider any other option than the Military Police. It would be better for her to live in safety than to put her own precious life at risk beyond the walls. Armin was a braver person than she was for what he chose to do, in a way, but everyone needed to act the way they thought was best. She was all alone now in this cruel, cruel world. She had no one except herself...and joining the Survey Corps would risk her losing even that. Mikasa donned the jacket of the Military Police and performed her first rounds without a single complaint at all.
Not that Mikasa ever complained in general. She felt like she had nothing to complain about. She honestly didn't think she even had the right to complain as long as she could still draw breath while Eren couldn't. Mikasa became seen as 'quiet' and 'creepy' by her comrades, although it didn't upset her at all. Mikasa didn't join the Military Police to make friends or laze around or anything. She did it so she could stay alive. Mikasa kept herself alive by any means necessary. She even ate more so that she would never be close to starvation. It made her feel good from time to time, too. Though her sadness might have been great, even stifling at times, Mikasa had quickly come to discover that stuffing her face seemed to achieve the closest thing to 'happiness' she had been able to experience in a very long time. So she did it again, and again, and again. She did it so often that it eventually became commonplace for her.
"Don't you think she eats a lot too, or is it just me?"
"What? The new girl?"
"The one in the red scarf over there...isn't that, like, her third sandwich or something?"
"You can't be serious. Isn't that sort of excessive? Why should someone as fit as her east so much? Doesn't she know we are already struggling when it comes to rations because of that recent Titan attack?"
Mikasa could hear them all muttering about her, but it still wasn't enough to deter her from finishing her third helping that night. She knew eating this much was wrong. There was no way that she couldn't have known. Not only was it taking food from those who probably needed it too, but it was also going to start causing her to gain weight eventually. Mikasa knew all of this, but she didn't feel bad about it. She wanted to survive, so she was willing to take on some unscrupulous means to keep herself going. When she carried her empty platter over to the trash bins, she had to cup her fist around her mouth to catch a soft belch. Or so she expected it to be. When she let the belch out, it went on longer, and grew much louder, than she could have initially anticipated. For the first time, Mikasa was left feeling a tad embarrassed. She'd never belched like that before. It was new for her.
When Mikasa examined herself in the shower mirror that night at the barracks, she was mildly surprised by what she saw reflecting back at her. Her stomach was still adorned with the same sheet of rock-hard abs she was accustomed to seeing. However, her belly had started to bulge out somewhat too. She looked...inflated, almost. It was a strange combination, a pot-belly with muscles heaped on top of it. It didn't seem right. However, Mikasa was pretty sure it was only bloated because of how much she'd eaten for dinner. Running her fingers down over the length of her bare, wet stomach, she could immediately feel its tightness, its fullness. Mikasa shivered a little after she reached her belly-button.
Mikasa removed her hand entirely. Nothing could be done about it, as all of the food was already inside her and currently being digested. No way of getting it out.
"It'll be fine..." Mikasa told her reflection. "It'll be fine...I just...need to keep eating...and taking care of myself..."
Mikasa went to bed with some concerns, yet she woke up the next day no longer thinking about it at all. The young woman headed straight for the cafeteria to make sure she was early on line to be able to get the buttermilk biscuits before they ran out.
Mikasa behaved this way for a long time. She would eat more often than she did anything else. She was occasionally sent out into town to go and keep watch, mostly to deal with any minor crimes that occur. However, things were unusually peaceful in Trost after the Titan attack had been handled. Everyone must have been so rattled from nearly being eaten alive by those monsters. No one wanted to risk the chance of being thrown away to rot in a prison cell. Mikasa was somewhat relieved that she wasn't being expected to do very much. As her eating habits grew, along with her midsection, the young woman started to find it much more comfortable being lazy than doing anything remotely strenuous. There was that one time she managed to catch an apple thief and another time she helped find a child abductor who was hiding out in the underground passageways, but Mikasa never did or even try to do anything really noteworthy.
She could often be found sitting around on the benches across town, maybe walking to lunch with one of the other Military Police officers. Mikasa did as she was ordered and she did so without question. It was mind-numbing, but it was never life-threatening. With her appetite being one of the driving forces behind most of her actions, Mikasa made herself well-known at the marketplace. There were many friendly old women and old men who were more than happy to share their products with her, or at least they did as soon as they noticed the badge on her jacket. Mikasa ate all sorts of bread and many different roasted potatoes with a great variety of toppings. Sasha, wherever she was, would surely be jealous of her right now. The young Ackerman woman would carry large bags of entirely free groceries back to her room in the barracks nearly every night.
Mikasa made only a few attempts to try and lose weight, and all of them were half-hearted from the start. She tried to lift some weights in the workout room, only to quickly give up after several minutes. She went for a run around town, but she got out of breath fairly fast, and it bothered her too much to desire continuing. She did a few push-ups and some sit-ups, but then she caught a whiff of dinner, and nothing could have dragged her out of the workout room faster. Mikasa couldn't bring herself to find meaning to any of it. It wasn't like she had to do it. Not many of the Military Police put out effort when it came to their jobs. There were even those who drank heavily on the job too. So why did Mikasa have to put in any more effort than them?
"I'm not going to do it."
All of these bad behaviors, from her wild appetite to her lack of effort in exercise, ultimately culminated in one particular thing taking place. Mikasa's stomach started to lose the toned definition it had back during her cadet days. Those abs she'd worked so hard to develop, they melted away as the pounds piled on and on. Even when she noticed that her abdominal muscles were fading into softness the first time, Mikasa's worries about it were quickly brushed aside as dinner time approached. The rest of her body started to lose tone in favor of adipose too. Her arms, her legs, her backside, her chest, everything was getting bigger and everything was getting softer too. She got tired more easily, took longer naps, and she sat down both because of laziness and because her legs couldn't handle waddling much further in a single go. Trying to see her own two feet started to turn into a chore. Twice in several months did she have to put in a request for a larger uniform. Mikasa's weight rose higher, higher, higher until the scales in the barracks couldn't handle her anymore. Mikasa adapted the best ways that she could, but she knew that her growth was getting more out of her hands with every passing day. She didn't even know that someone could grow at the pace that she did. It seemed ridiculous to imagine it otherwise. Yet the belly sagging down in front of her thighs wasn't an illusion in the slightest.
The weight gain started off so slowly for her, but then it suddenly sped up so fast...Mikasa was left gobsmacked when she checked the mirror one day and realized she weighed 357 pounds.
"Ah, there she is! There she is!"
"She's coming! Geez, finally! I was holding onto this bread for so long it's almost gone stale!"
"With her appetite, I doubt she'll notice at all!"
Once looked upon with such reverence for her incredible talent, poor Mikasa had become something of a joke for her fellow officers. They loved to mock and tease her relentlessly nowadays. Especially when it came to her stomach, which no longer sported abs of any kind. Now it was a big, soft, wobbly ball of pale flesh distending itself from her lower abdomen. She looked as big as a pregnant woman, but there was certainly no baby growing in that squishy tummy. Mikasa gave a faint tug at the hem of her white shirt, trying to force it to cover her stomach again. It didn't even budge. Mikasa huffed and puffed as she waddled her way across the cafeteria to get herself a tray. She wore her jacket unbuttoned, of course, and she had her undershirt mostly unbuttoned too, of course. However, she didn't want to seem too immodest, though that was difficult to do when you had so much of yourself pouring out everywhere at once. The underside of her pale gut was totally visible for everyone to see and snicker at. Mikasa's belly was so large and so round, it made her literally twice the width she'd once been. Mikasa's pants were so tight and stretched that they couldn't conceal anything, not the rolls on her thighs or the deep crack of her rear. No other Military Police officer had ever gained half as much as she had while on duty.
"I wonder what she's going to get to eat this time around?"
"Oh, I bet it's going to be something like...like you know...uh...pot roast or something..."
"Geez, try to have a little more imagination, why don't you?"
"Look at her go! She's literally wheezing from walking across a room! Isn't that kind of sad? I mean, it's definitely hilarious, but kind of sad all the same?"
Mikasa stopped in front of the counter where she could pick up her food. The woman standing on the other side gave Mikasa a dismissive look, but of course she was under obligation to serve no matter who it was. Mikasa glanced slightly downward, just enough to avoid making eye contact with her. She was glad that she had her precious scarf wrapped so tightly around her face. That way she could disguise her chubby cheeks or the new double-chin that had been developing recently.
Mikasa took her time inspecting all of the available food options. She continued to ignore the laughter going on at her expense from behind her. The cafeteria woman didn't seem to be too patient, always struggling to hold her tongue. Mikasa decided she'd want to get the egg sandwiches, two of them, and an extra large bowl of beef stew. Then her tummy growled, and Mikasa murmured out that she wanted a brownie as well. Although food was becoming more plentiful again, it was still seen as rather rude for anyone outside of royalty to attempt to covet so much food for themselves. Mikasa didn't let it bother her. When the tray was handed back, stacked with edible delights, Mikasa reached out to take it. The sleeves of her jacket dug so deep into her blubbery upper-arms that it was actually causing the young woman some discomfort. The fabric ripped a little around her former biceps as she took the tray and left to find an available seat.
"She really doesn't hold back, does she?"
"I guess she thinks she's still better than the rest of us or something."
"Actually, I'm pretty sure I saw her eat twice as much before. Maybe she's finally taken a hint and is trying not to embarrass herself so much by stuffing her face like a hog in public."
"Nah, I bet she'll go and get herself seconds soon."
"If she doesn't...well, we'll make sure to take care of it for her...heh heh..."
Mikasa sat down at a bench that was as far away from everyone as she could reasonably be within the cafeteria's borders. The bench creaked underneath her pillowy poundage, but the creaking ceased after only a few seconds. She then proceeded to eat. Of course, she ate the sandwiches first, but when she made it to the second sandwich she started to alternate between eating it and slurping down spoonfuls of stew. It was all really good. So good that it was helping Mikasa ignore her own worries for a little while. The spices had to have been changed up since last time she'd eaten the stew, she was sure of it. The bread was fluffier too. As Mikasa kept eating, she didn't hear the sounds of approaching footsteps towards her bench. Several Military Police officers, ones she'd worked alongside with for a while now, surrounded her with no chance left to escape. Mikasa sighed out loud. She knew exactly what was going on here.
"Ackerman, don't tell me you're almost done eating already! You need to slow down or else you might choke!" Sansa, a young woman with her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, couldn't even TRY to pretend she wasn't making fun of the other woman. It was clear as day with the way her eyes stared back at Mikasa through slits, laughing not with her throat but instead with her gaze.
"I'm still eating." Mikasa pointed out.
"W-Well! That doesn't matter! Because you need to save some room in that big gut of yours to help us out!" Sansa made a gesture to the others standing nearby, and they all began laughing.
"What do you want me to do?" Mikasa asked. She already knew exactly what it was that they wanted her to do.
Sansa smirked, holding out a large loaf of bread that had been untouched as of now. "I have some bread here that I couldn't finish! I'm just SO full already! I mean, really, I can't eat another bite! You know what that means, don't you, Ackerman?"
"You want me to finish it off? Why not return it if you won't eat it?"
"Because you would eat it if I let you, wouldn't you?"
Mikasa was not sure why Sansa had to ask something she already knew the answer to, but then again, Mikasa couldn't judge her when she herself had already done that. The others had food for her to eat too. Soup, sandwiches, cakes, fruits, anything and everything. Mikasa thought it was rather odd that they would prefer feeding her, getting a sick kick out of making her grow fatter, than to eat the food themselves. Still, as it was handed out to her, Mikasa willingly took it and she ate it. Sansa and the other Military Police officers were cackling their heads off at her. Mikasa finished off all of their 'leftovers' as well as her own dinner. Nothing was left untouched, no crumb abandoned, not even a droplet missed falling onto her tongue. Her big stomach grew even bigger. The skin around her belly-button, which became exposed as her shirt rode up higher, was already turning a bright shade of red. Mikasa gnawed her way through a second bread loaf as her ears rang with her feeders' jeers. When she swallowed the final piece of bread, Mikasa released a powerful belch, the kind that really echoed inside a room as open as the cafeteria. There wasn't a single person there who didn't stare at Mikasa Ackerman after hearing that outburst. Mikasa lazily smacked her lips a few times before another, smaller burp came out.
"Geez, you know, I didn't actually think you'd finish it all! That's kinda...piggish...of you, don't you think?" Sansa chortled from behind her palm.
"Y-Yeah, maybe a little," Mikasa admitted.
"I bet you still have more room in that MONSTER of yours! You eat more than a Titan!" Sansa reached out and tentatively slapped her hand against Mikasa's stuffed gut. That huge, meaty, blubbery orb rocked and trembled from such a simple touch. Mikasa groaned. Her belly wasn't able to handle being given so much 'attention' like this. One standing close enough could easily hear the digestive process toiling away inside that massive thing. Sansa was about ready to smack it again, but she changed her mind in a split-second. Touching it was a very unpleasant experience. Her hand felt both warm and clammy, disgusting her greatly.
"Ugh...forget it...you'll never be useful to anyone here ever again...so there's no point in wasting further time with you..."
"I'm surprised it took you this long to take a hint." Mikasa managed to wheeze out as Sansa and her cronies turned away. She didn't stay at the cafeteria much longer herself. As soon as she had digested enough, Mikasa got to her feet and waddled back to her room. She didn't struggle falling asleep.
A few days later, now on the verge of hitting 360, Mikasa 'Ample' Ackerman was sitting outside and eating a new delicacy sold in the market called a 'hot dog'. Mikasa's overfed stomach had made itself a nice home atop her chubby lap thus far. Her reverie was rudely interrupted when she suddenly heard a loud crashing sound from afar. It took several seconds for Mikasa to hoist herself onto her fat feet. When she did, she saw that many of the other soldiers were already starting to run in the direction of the noise. Mikasa could hear people screaming, houses being destroyed, and something like...enormous feet...stomping their way closer and closer in her general direction. Mikasa looked all around. She saw a passageway leading into one of the underground tunnels. Though it pained her inner-thighs greatly due to chafing, Mikasa tried to hurry as quickly as she could. She wasn't going to risk standing around out in the open if something Titan-sized was marching her way.
"Huff...puff...huff...puff...BUURP...ugh..." Mikasa wished she hadn't eaten all of those hotdogs. They were weighing down her belly something fierce.
When Mikasa reached the underground, she had done so just in time. A massive foot passed over the hole, followed closely by several men and women in uniform using their 3D maneuver gear to give chase. Mikasa was astonished. It had been so long since she'd last seen a Titan. Sure, that one looked a little different than the others, but it was most definitely some sort of Titan nonetheless. Mikasa knew what she had to do. She needed to go back to the barracks and get her own 3D maneuver gear. She needed to offer her aid.
"But...walking back is such a pain..." Mikasa wished there existed some sort of miniature wagon that she could be pulled by to get her from place to place. Having to use her own two legs was becoming a burden for someone of her prominent girth.
Mikasa managed to make it back, in spite of her own body's limitations. By the time she did, however, the whole barracks had been cleared out. Those who were meant to fight had gone to fight and those who were meant to hide were already taking shelter in the bunkers. Mikasa attempted to strap the maneuver gear around her waist, but the device was not properly designed to support her pudge. Big, fat Mikasa panted and wheezed like crazy as she attempted to get the straps around her love-handles. Her belly kept jiggling, one of her undershirt's buttons popped off, and she could have sworn she heard something rip around her backside too. Mikasa pushed onward anyway. She wanted to live because her life was the only thing Eren had left her with. However, she wasn't going to walk away from her duty as a member of the Military Police.
'I'll go up and see what's happening,' Mikasa thought to herself, 'But if I'm expected to engage, I'll have to make use of the chaos and fall back without them noticing.'
It was immensely cowardly on Mikasa's part, but that was just simply the new life style she had adopted over the past several years.
Mikasa couldn't finish strapping everything on correctly before she started to lose her patience. Never before had Mikasa felt so restless. This was worse than the time she was stuck fifth on line for last week's special pot roast dinner. She trudged her way back outside of the barracks to witness a most shocking sight before her. The red-skinned, feminine Titan from earlier was climbing its way up the wall. However, several soldiers in green garb, the Survey Corps, had surrounded it. One of them dropped down onto the Titan's head and pushed it off with merely a kick. The others had already sliced away the tendons of the arms and legs, forcing it to lose its hold on the wall. The Titan didn't even scream as it fell backwards. Its collision with the Earth made the latter quake in violent fashion underneath Mikasa's feet. The fatty had to push her already-dwindled stamina to its limits so that she could arrive on the scene. She needed to see what had happened for herself.

Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, Mikasa was unable to use the 3D maneuver gear. She was far too heavy for it to lift her. She was able to jettison the wires into a nearby wall, but no matter how much gas the gear exhausted, Mikasa didn't find herself rising up into the air. She was much too fat. Thus, she was forced to abandon the equipment entirely. Her thighs were chafing something fierce by the time she finally arrived at the crash site.
"...Mikasa?"
The Titan wasn't the only thing that shocked Mikasa. It was Armin standing over its motionless corpse. He looked bigger, tougher, more rugged. He barely resembled the timid, bowl-cut-haired boy that had been picked on so easily as a child. There was even some blonde stubble growing on his chin. Standing on either side of him were Sasha Blouse and Connie Springer. They were two other cadets, if Mikasa properly recalled. They hardly looked a thing like they used to. Although, if Mikasa had to admit to it, they probably felt the same way looking at her too. She had been a much thinner, much fitter woman before.
"Mikasa, is that you?" Armin asked her.
"What? What? Did you just say 'Mikasa'? As in 'Mikasa Ackerman'?" Sasha stammered. "That cruel, cruel girl who stole my potato?"
"You, uh, you got to be confused, man. There's no way that's Mikasa Ackerman." Connie shook his head in disbelief.
Armin stepped off of the Female Titan as the other soldiers tended to cutting open the beast. He took his time approaching Mikasa. His footfalls seemed to be so purposefully slow. Yet they never broke from their gaze, not even once.
"Mikasa, you've...uh...you've really changed." That was the first thing Armin could think to say after collecting all of his thoughts.
Mikasa huffed out loud. "It's the path I've chosen, just like you chose yours, Armin. I can't make up excuses for this."
Armin let Mikasa's words linger for a few seconds, and then he offered a brisk nod. "Understood. These things happen. I'm glad you're alive and safe, Mikasa. It's good to see you again."
"It's good to see you again too, Armin."

Sasha and Connie looked at one another. They definitely had no idea what was going on right now.

"Is that really Mikasa Ackerman? She's a total fatass!"

"I guess that's who it is, if that's what Captain Armin thinks. Anyway, don't you think she looks like she'd be fun to sink your hands into? She's so soft!"

"Uh...yeah...come on, Sasha, you're probably just thinking of food again, aren't you?"

"...I could go for some marshmallows right about now..."

"Yep. Food on the brain again."