Quitting - Chapter 3

    After continuing to go on binges almost every time he felt he needed a cigarette, Stein began to notice some changes about himself. For one, he was much happier. He now thought that this habit was actually better than his smoking habit, not equal. He had something to look forward to rather than the same dull old cigarettes every day. They didn't give him nearly the same pleasure his sweets did.
    The other change was a bit more obvious. He was... Well, simply put he had gotten quite fat. Over about half a year of doing this, he had gone from a strong muscular build weighing about 200 pounds to a still strong but squishy and flabby build weighing about 400 pounds. His cheeks had rounded out considerably and his turtleneck now fought a double chin for space around his thick neck. His arms had thickened a bit, but they were nothing compared to the large, wide thighs he now sported. Those connected to a huge, plush rear that he now feared would make his beloved chair collapse one day. And his perky man breasts sat atop the collection of large, soft rolls that was his stomach.
    Though he had put on a significant amount of weight, he was still happy. He continued eating his sweets instead of smoking, and as time went on he felt the need to smoke or binge less and less. Clothes were never a problem for him, since as a doctor he pretty much specialized in sewing. He simply put together fabric from old clothes that didn't fit. As for the people around him, they did react strangely when they first noticed he was putting on weight. But most of them understood as soon as Stein explained what he was trying to do, and all of them understood eventually, since Death Weapon Meister Academy was full of accepting people.
    And honestly, Stein kind of enjoyed his new size. It was like a new variation of stuffing himself, of that full feeling, only now it was the after-effects. It brought about a similar kind of satisfaction at certain times. Like when he'd just outgrown a pair of pants, and he had to squeeze them on that day anyway because he didn't have time to resize them before class. A normally embarrassing situation like that was somehow very pleasant to him, and he almost looked forward to the opportunity. It was as if being big and eating whatever he wanted was empowering to him, and anything that reminded him of his size reminded him of that empowerment. And it all came back to his childhood, when he felt like he was sitting on top of the world simply because he stole the cookie jar from the faculty room and emptied it in under ten minutes.
    This was so much better than smoking it wasn't even funny.