The sound of pistol fire echoed off of the walls within the seemingly empty shooting range. The gun was fired again and again, before it was suddenly interrupted by an even louder belch.
"Ugh...I shouldn't have eaten that entire cake...or those bowls of pasta...or that big meatloaf...or all those donuts..."
Riza Hawkeye sighed, wiping a flabby arm against her sweat-stained forehead. She stifled down another incoming belch as she aimed her pistol at the target once more. Each time she pulled the trigger sent a wave of rippling motion to flow around the circumference of her obese body, making her jiggle violently like a giant, sexy ball of jello. It was a visible sensation even underneath her blue uniform. Her four-foot-wide belly pushed against the confines of her outfit seemingly with the intent of ripping straight through sooner or later.
Somehow, possibly by her own choice, the blonde-haired woman was completely oblivious regarding her fat. Her eating habits increased ten-fold not long after Father and his Homunculi child had been defeated. The lack of real work and a chance to relax caused Riza to overdo things far more than she usually did. No one tried to stop her, and she kept herself totally unaware of her expanding waistline. Riza cursed under her breath when her last bullet went way off the mark.
"Dammit...this stupid thing keeps riding up, throwing off my aim..." She struggled to reach behind her, a chubby hand moving down towards her massive rump; she needed to tug out her extra-large panties that had gotten caught within the massive crack. It embarrassed and infuriated her to no end when it happened in public, as it forced her to walk around with great discomfort until she could finally get enough privacy to straighten it out.
Suddenly, a small fart slipped out. Riza cringed; thankfully she was the only one around to hear it.
After firing a few more shots to let off steam, and eating a chocolate candy-bar she kept in her breast-pocket, Riza decided to call it in for the day. Although everything else about her had gotten quite large, Riza's previous, well-toned body frame gave her enough leg-muscle left over so that she wouldn't have to waddle, at least for now. It took a difficult and tedious climb up a single flight of stairs for Riza to come out into one of the main hallways of the building. She didn't get very far before she felt a hand slap her on the butt.
"Aha, there you are! So you were down at the shooting range, huh?"
Riza spun around as quickly as her fat body allowed, pointing her gun directly at Roy Mustang's face. "You better not touch me there again...without my permission."
"Hey, c'mon, you know better than to wave that thing around, Lieutenant Hawkeye," Roy grinned, holding his hands out in front of him, "I just wanted to check up on you; all I had to was follow the sound of your belches,"
"T-That's not funny!"
"Lieutenant, it looks like you're contemplating shooting me..."
"I'll admit that I considered it once or twice in the past before due to that attitude of yours. Right now is one of those times too."
All of the sudden, Roy began to become more serious. "Hey, it's all in good fun! Besides, if I die here just because I like teasing you about your weight, who is going to fulfill my mens' wishes of a better world where all the female officers will wear mini-skirts? I'll even have one custom-made to fit you, paying out of my own pocket if need be! Whether she be thick or thin, it doesn't matter to me! I will fulfill my promises!"
Riza rolled her eyes. "You are truly a prime example of a leading man," she sarcastically remarked, lowering her pistol, "And you really need to get over that mini-skirt obsession of yours. By the way, and another thing, too; I will lose all of this weight all five hundred...and six pounds of me...eventually...somehow..." Riza's voice drowned away as she realized how hopeless it might be, after all.
"Hmm...oh really? It'll take alot of running to get rid of this-" Without warning, in a move that probably shocked Roy himself more than Riza, Roy reached out and grasped one of Riza's many rolls that made up her belly. Riza's mouth fell wide open, accentuating her double-chin and a bright-red blush forming on her plump cheeks. Instead of simply releasing her like he should have, Roy continued fondling the soft flesh. He actually found it to be quite soothing to the touch. Never before had he touched something so smooth, so squishy and warm. He took hold of another roll with his other hand, and squeezed them together. It was so intoxicating on a level he had never experienced before. It almost made him want to...want to...
"Let go of me or I will bash you across the face with my goddamn gun!" Riza screamed loudly into Roy's face. Her yell was more than enough to pull Roy back into reality, and he promptly released his grip on Riza's rotund gut. It wobbled a little after Roy let go, but it was brief.
An awkward silence filled the hall, as neither Roy nor Riza could potentially think of what to say next after what had just happened. Riza was still blushing, and the warmth of her stomach had yet to leave Roy's hand. In the end, they both decided it would be better to pretend it never even happened.
"I'm...sorry for snapping at you like that, sir. I'm just under alot of stress..." Riza stated as she bowed her head.
Roy coughed into his fist. "It's fine. I understand, and there's no hard feelings. I'll be going now."
Roy quietly made his way down the hallway and eventually disappeared around the corner a few minutes later. Riza gave her belly a little poke; why had it felt so good when Roy was playing around with her belly like that? She was supposed to hate this overfed stomach of hers! It didn't help that she also had feelings for the man that had just felt her up, albeit not entirely with perverse intentions, it seemed.
Unsure of what to do next, the blonde decided to just continue her plans on going to the local restaurant across the street. It was almost dinner time, after all.