January 30th, the birthday of a Mr. Yoshikage Kira. A man who just wants to live a simple life of work, leisure, and stealing the hands of women so he can get hard. Kira had gone to get some stuff for his at home party, a good movie, some nice food, and he was getting a cake delivered. He lived a quiet life at home, alone with only his collection of lovely girlfriends to greet him whenever he comes home, and by that I mean a bunch of decomposing hands. Though soon he'd have to 'break up' with a few of them, they were starting to stink up the place, but that was more of a minor inconvenience than a real problem, given his stand's abilities.
 
 
The doorbell rang, the man looking over from his couch before getting up to open the door. There stood a brown-haired girl holding a few pizza boxes. “Order for Mr.. Yoshikage Kira?” She smiled, “Two extra large meat lover pizzas!” "That would be me, here's the payment…" his hand touched hers, and he lingered on it for a while before pulling back. "Thank you for the food, miss…" he bit his lip, she had to be his. He could feel his nails growing like the claws of a cat, wanting to rip into prey. “Are you alright, sir? You appear pale.” She looked at him in concern. “..no no, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” he tried not to grab her hand, "L-let me get a tip inside, you can come in…" "Oh, sure! I'll bring the food in as well, sir." "Thank you…" He couldn’t NOT fuck her… hands. Her hands were so soft, so tender. So… "Sir? Are you alright?" The delivery girl as Kira practically turned white. He had to take her now!
 
 
He was already panicking, he had to do something! While her back was turned he grabbed hold of her neck to strangle the life out of her. "H-huh?!" The girl gasped as Kira's hands wrapped around her neck. She grasped his wrists, tearing up as she raspily begged for him to let her go and explain what he was trying to do. Was this some sick joke?! It was no joke, Kira was strangling her for real! But not enough to kill her, just enough to knock her unconscious. “S-Stop!! Plea.. se…” It was fairly easy as her grip went limp, her arms going down as she had passed out from a lack of oxygen going to her brain. "There…" but what to eat first? First things first, he had to cut those hands off and make sure she didn't bleed out, it'd be no fun if she didn't struggle when he ate her.
 
 
Usually he’d have Killer Queen “get” hands for him, but that would only leave the hands and no body. The last time he tried doing something… by hand… was when he was at least 14. Gross. Well it'd be a mess but he could do it with a sharp enough, and hot enough, knife. "Oh dear… I hope it doesn't ruin her hands…" he was sweating bullets. He headed into his kitchen and got a knife, heating the blade over an oven burner. She would probably feel a bit of pain, but as long as he was quick, it would be fine. He looked over at Killer Queen, of which he probably summoned for emotional support. He placed the knife against her wrist and cut through it, hacking away at bone. Kira wasn't a squeamish man but he still didn't like causing a mess, and the sound of it… it made his spine shiver. "Ugh…" He was more used the sound of explosions, not whatever the hell this was! Seeing blood splatter across the coffee table as he hacked away, he tried to not let it get to him too much. When the hand was finally free he took a sigh of relief, what a mess. He hadn't seen this much blood since before he got a stand, he felt so amateurish with the mess. "Now I'll have to clean up… where's the bleach…" looks like his meal would have to wait.
 
 
A quick clean-up later and he was back to his comfort zone, "Might as well eat her before she wakes up…" Kira sighed and grinned slightly. He groaned miserably as he grabbed her by the arm, her hands were so dainty, one taste couldn’t hurt… he licked it, slightly greasy but enjoyable oddly enough. "If her hand tastes good… then her body will be too…" he grabbed hold of her and opened his mouth, shoving her inside. She tasted just as good as her hand! He greedily gulped her down, pushing her deeper into his throat. “Mmmm…” he closed his eyes, feeling her be locked away within his fleshy insides. It was his favorite part about occasionally eating people, knowing there'd be no convictible evidence. Just a rather cumbersome layer of fat sticking to his stomach. He gripped his gut, looking down as he felt his prey move around every so often. She was awake now, not that he minded, it was already too late for her. "I just ate a whole person but I'm still hungry. I got a whole cake and some pizza…" he ordered it to get the delivery girl, he didn't usually eat this kind of food but he was so hungry… Maybe just a little snacking wouldn’t hurt, like two whole pizzas and some cake. Makes perfect sense! Though he'd probably have Killer Queen eat some, he shared food with his stand before, despite how it weirded him out that his stand could eat. "I already had something savory… wouldn't hurt to have something sweet.~" he patted his stomach, unbuttoning his shirt so he didn't ruin it. "I feel so gluttonous…" Fucking cat-like gluttony, man. “Good thing I saved this for dessert.~”
 
 
He cut himself a slice of cake, vanilla fittingly enough, and started eating. Killer Queen picked the pepperoni and meat off the pizza first before eating it crust first. "What on Earth…?" It just looked at him while eating, unblinking. “..well, I’m not going to sleep too soundly tonight.” he shuddered as he continued eating, he said that but given the amount of food he was eating he'd go into a food coma, good thing tomorrow was Sunday! His prey struggled more, probably in shock from the sudden influx of wet chewed up food coming down on her. That, and her left hand was cut off via terrible knife skills. That too.
 
 
"Mm… don't struggle too much my dear, my stomach is already easily bothered." Kira said as his gut groaned loudly, him stifling burps as his prey kicked and squirmed around. It felt good but too much and his gut would be as explosive as his stand. It was rather bothersome. It was at least an eventful birthday for him, with a free feast to go along with it. Well, a feast that cost him at least 30,000 yen. "Ugh… next year I should just skip out on the extra food. Are you done, Killer Queen?" He looked to his stand, who had cleared out the two boxes. "Dear lord… I suppose I'll have to move my schedule around to include a trip to the gym…" He sighed as he poked his gut, now doughy in texture. “It appears my.. Lunch… isn’t agreeing with me either.” his stomach let out loud gurgles, it was probably the cake, sugar never agreed with him. “Just another burden to carry, I suppose.” he patted his stomach, yawning “Perhaps it would be best to take a nap, as childish as that sounds.” He chuckled to himself, it was much earlier than the time he would usually go at, but one nap couldn’t hurt. Besides, it was either this or massaging his gut while it whines and groans. “Oh fine, I’ll sleep this off, you win..” he spoke to his own stomach as he gave it another pat.
 
 
Getting up from his spot on the couch, he made his way upstairs to his bedroom, wobbling around with every step. “Come on… I can’t be this heavy already..” he groaned, thank god he was in the privacy of his own home, if anybody saw him it would be devastating to his image! Who knew that eating someone.. And some cake with pizza on the side, could be so fattening and gross? Well, gross as in you’re gonna get fat but who cares? Fat cats are cute. Pushing over his blankets, he sighed as he looked down at his midsection. “I could do this more often, but that would leave less hands to satisfy my.. urges..” He was just going to sleep for an hour or two, nothing that would push his sleep schedule too far in quotation marks. To think that this would be how his birthday went, not very eventful, just how he likes them. His name was Yoshikage Kira, and he was now 33 years old. Quite an achievement in his life if you ask me, but not for him. His only birthday present besides a few socks from his late dad was fat on his stomach, ass and chest. Laying his head against his pillow, the last sound he heard was his gut groaning for more food, as per usual.
 
 
After at least six hours had passed, it was already dark outside and Kira was pretty fat, squinting as he looked down at his fat abdomen resting on his lap. “..maybe I should try a diet? I hope nobody realizes this new habit of mine.” Because eating women is totally normal! Unless you’re a stand user, but that doesn’t make sense in the slightest because almost every stand user in Morioh was a freak in one way or another. It didn’t matter to Kira, because at least he got the hand he wanted. “..I left her downstairs, didn’t I?” he groaned as he pressed his hand against his face, getting up from his bed to go get his new girlfriend from the coffeetable, surprisingly still fresh after the procedure to retrieve it. Grasping the limb, he couldn’t help but notice the nail polish on its fingernails. “Hmm.. mauve. Not a bad color choice but not great either. I could still work with this.” Remember what I said about his only birthday present being a fat stomach? That was a lie. He now had something to fap with.
 
 
Happy birthday, Yoshikage Kira.
 
 
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