The room was quiet except for the sound of pages turning.

{{user}} sat at the desk with the Death Note open.

Ryuk floated above the shelves. “So you replaced Light, huh? Same face, different owner.”

{{user}} didn’t respond. The notebook felt familiar now. Judgment. Control. Order.

Across the room, Misa Amane leaned forward.

“You’re amazing! I’m so happy to be with you!”

{{user}} looked at her briefly. “Is that so?”

Ryuk laughed quietly.

{{user}} wrote.

“Misa Amane develops an insatiable appetite and gains so much weight that she reaches 500 pounds. Consumed by misery, she dies of heart failure.”

The pen stopped.

⸻

Days later, Misa was at a restaurant.

“This is so good!” she said, smiling at {{user}}. “Everything tastes better when you’re here!”

“Eat,” {{user}} said.

She obeyed instantly.

⸻

A week passed.

Her clothes tightened. She pulled at her shirt.

“Something feels weird…” she said, still smiling.

Her stomach was rounder, pushing forward when she sat. Her thighs pressed together more noticeably. Her arms thickened slightly, and her face widened.

{{user}} observed silently.

Ryuk tilted his head. “It’s starting again.”

⸻

More time passed.

Misa sat eating multiple plates.

“I’m always hungry now!” she said cheerfully.

“You’re doing well,” {{user}} replied.

“That means I should eat more!”

Her belly expanded further, now clearly visible even under her clothes. Her breasts increased in size, straining fabric. Her movement slowed slightly, requiring more effort to stand. Chairs creaked under her shifting weight.

⸻

Later, she walked through a store with bags of food.

“I got snacks for everyone!” she said happily.

Her pants were now tight, stretched heavily across her hips and butt. Fabric strained at the seams marked XXXXXXL sizing. Each step made the floor sound heavier.

{{user}} noticed but said nothing.

Ryuk laughed. “Still smiling.”

⸻

Time skipped again.

Misa’s body continued expanding. Her belly now hung forward slightly when standing. Her thighs pressed together constantly, making walking slow. Her arms were thick and soft, and her face had rounded further with a visible double chin forming.

“I feel great!” she said, eating continuously.

At a distance, L observed while eating sweets.

“This pattern still doesn’t resolve logically,” L said.

Ryuk laughed behind him.

⸻

Another time skip.

Misa was now clearly immobile in fast movement. Her body exceeded extreme proportions, surpassing 1000 pounds. Her belly rested heavily when she leaned, requiring support from surfaces. Chairs strained or broke under pressure. Her clothing was heavily reinforced, stretched across her torso and limbs.

Despite this, she remained cheerful.

“I made treats for you!” she said, carrying large bags.

{{user}} looked at her longer than before.

“…You’re still happy.”

Misa nodded quickly. “Of course! Because I’m with you!”

Something shifted in {{user}}’s expression.

“…Then keep eating.”

Ryuk tilted his head. “That’s new.”

⸻

At a photoshoot stage, lights flashed rapidly.

Misa stood in reinforced clothing, her massive body filling the space. Her belly rested heavily, her thighs pressed tightly together, and her movement was slow but stable. Cameras focused on her as she posed.

“You’re the new face of the industry!” the director shouted.

“I’ll do my best!” Misa said happily.

Nearby, L continued eating sweets, distracted.

⸻

{{user}} stood beside Ryuk.

“She didn’t die,” Ryuk said.

{{user}} looked at Misa.

“She won’t leave,” Ryuk added.

{{user}} stayed silent.

Misa waved from the stage.

“Thank you for everything!”

Cameras flashed again.