The assignment came directly from L.

“You will approach Misa Amane,” L said. “Stay close. Observe everything. Especially anything related to Light Yagami.”

{{user}} accepted without hesitation.

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At first, infiltration was easy.

Misa Amane was energetic, welcoming, and constantly surrounded by activity. Meeting her felt less like espionage and more like entering a fast-moving lifestyle.

“Oh! You’re new? Then you’re with me today!” Misa said immediately.

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Days turned into weeks.

{{user}} stayed close, observing routines, conversations, and meetings. Any mention of Light was indirect, brief, or quickly redirected by Misa’s enthusiasm.

Instead, everything revolved around food, modeling, and constant activity.

“Eat with me!” Misa insisted one afternoon. “It helps us bond!”

{{user}} complied, maintaining cover.

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Misa’s eating habits steadily increased.

Meals became frequent, then continuous. Studio breaks turned into shared dining sessions. Modeling staff normalized constant food availability around her schedule.

“This makes me so happy,” she said often. “Food and friends together!”

Her body began changing in visible stages.

Her stomach expanded outward into a rounded forward shape that became noticeable even while standing. Over time, it grew heavier, resting against surfaces when seated. Her thighs thickened, pressing together during movement. Her arms softened, gaining significant mass, and her face rounded with fuller cheeks and a forming double chin.

Her outfits rapidly shifted into oversized reinforced garments, eventually requiring XXXXXXL tailoring just to remain functional during shoots.

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{{user}} noticed the shift—but stayed focused.

There was still no clear evidence regarding Light or the Death Note case. Every attempt to redirect conversation toward investigation was interrupted.

Misa always had something else planned.

“Let’s eat first,” she would say. “Then we can talk!”

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The distraction became total.

Weeks blurred into months. {{user}} remained embedded in Misa’s daily life, but investigative progress stalled completely.

Meanwhile, physical changes escalated.

Misa surpassed extreme thresholds, exceeding 1000 pounds. Her belly became a heavy forward mass that affected posture and required seated support. Her thighs pressed tightly together, limiting mobility. Her hips widened significantly, and her upper body required reinforced structural clothing to support her frame. Movement remained possible, but slow and deliberate.

Yet she remained cheerful.

“I feel great like this!” she said during a shoot, smiling as cameras flashed.

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{{user}} began changing as well.

At first it was minor—slight weight gain, increased appetite, looser focus on investigative work.

Then it accelerated.

Meals shared with Misa became routine, then necessary. Eating patterns aligned with her schedule without conscious decision.

“You’re eating more now,” Misa said happily.

“…It’s just easier this way,” {{user}} replied.

“That means we’re close friends!”

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The infiltration structure collapsed into routine life.

No investigation progress was made. No useful data on Light was obtained. Every attempt was absorbed into Misa’s environment of food, modeling, and constant presence.

Then the escalation reached its peak.

Misa’s influence over {{user}} increased dramatically through shared habits and constant proximity. Over time, {{user}}’s body expanded far beyond expected limits—eventually reaching approximately ten times Misa’s own extreme weight.

Their frame became massive across all regions, requiring reinforced clothing and slow, controlled movement to maintain stability in studio environments. Simple motion required significant effort due to sheer scale and balance adjustment.

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During a large photoshoot, both were present under intense lighting.

Misa stepped forward confidently despite her size, posing naturally for the cameras. Her reinforced outfit held as her body remained stable under pressure.

“You ready?” she called out to {{user}}.

{{user}} stepped into frame slowly.