A cool breeze blew, and Shinji's enormous fat nipples stiffened. "Oop," he said, fidgeting in his vast seat. "Bit chilly today, eh, Kaworu-san?"

"It is indeed, my pet," said Kaworu, patting Shinji's soft shoulder. "Fortunately we outfitted you appropriately."

Indeed, a rare cool spell had come to their section of California, and the air was chilly as Kaworu pushed Shinji's bariatric wheelchair down the sidewalk. Fortunately, Kaworu had provided Shinji with an immense wardrobe for his immense body, and this included clothes appropriate for cooler weather. All of them extremely feminine, of course, and all of them of considerable size to fit the former Eva pilot's engorged body. Shinji had recently tipped the scales at 404 kilograms. He was a colossally fat boy, and it took large clothes to house him.

He was currently wearing a huge muumuu, an immense dress, in a warm, thick wool fabric. It was the orange color of a pumpkin, and as it draped over Shinji's bulk it made him look rather like a large pumpkin himself: his immense belly, his huge breasts, and his enormous ass were all displayed prominently by the brightly-colored fabric, showing off the well-fed boy's considerable bulk. Kaworu had also, somewhere, found an enormous pair of wool hose to keep Shinji's tree-trunk-sized legs warm. His thighs, as big around as bistro tables, were swathed in a pleasant brown-gray color that played well with the orange of his dress. He was wearing expensive brown suede boots on his fat feet.

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"Mmm, I'm feeling hungry, Kaworu-san," said Shinji. His fat face smiled in a satisfied way. He licked his plump lips and gave his enormous belly a rub. "Since it's a cool day, let's go get something rustic. Like a roast or a pot pie or something." In fact, Shinji had eaten a large amount of Thai food a little more than an hour ago. But the enormous fat boy could feel hungry at a moment's notice, even with a meal sitting in his swollen stomach. Kaworu had trained and guided Shinji into being a complete glutton, a pig with a hoggish desire for food. Even Shinji's face was piggish these days: he had a fattened livestock face, with bloated cheeks that gave him permanent dimples, fat jowls oozing down over his neck, and three buttery chins that sagged between the cleavage of his boy boobs. From his face to his feet Shinji was the very definition of 'well-fed.' And he absolutely lived to eat. Now his beady blue eyes twinkled. "Oooh, maybe some nice clam chowder, with bacon in it, and some crusty bread for dipping."

"I believe there is a pub down by the wharf district, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu. "We should be able to get hearty fare there. Perhaps a nice shepherd's pie for you, or some roast chicken."

"Ohh, mmm-mmm, now I'm really getting hungry, Kaworu-san," said Shinji, licking his lips. The wheelchair creaked as the enormous boy shifted his huge weight in it. Shinji couldn't really move much these days but even a slight fidget was enough to have an effect, because Shinji had a lot of size to throw around. He was absolutely huge these days, almost 900 standard pounds of colossally fat teenager. His bariatric wheelchair took up more than half the sidewalk; it was very deep and very wide, it had to be to contain Shinji's voluminous size. The big boy was whalishly fat, a stupendous amount of blubber.

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"Oh!" said Shinji, fat face sloshing as he made a comical expression. "Oop, bit of a poo poo, Kaworu-san!" Sure enough, his loose, sloppy anus deposited a wet load of turds into the back of his bariatric diaper.

"I'm not surprised, my pet," said Kaworu. "You did eat breakfast about eight hours ago, it should be finishing its journey through your innards right about now."

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A soft, mushy mass of poop flowed out of Shinji, bulging his diaper backwards slightly. The big, fat, gay boy loved sodomy; he loved being fucked almost as much as he loved eating. As such, he had lost control of his bowels long ago, and his terrible diet and the immense pressure his fatness put on his digestive system had served to render him totally incontinent. He often pooped himself multiple times throughout the day.

Shinji didn't mind. He was totally comfortable with it. In fact, even now he smiled contentedly, enjoying the relaxing sensation of his poop. "This'll make a little more room, Kaworu-san," he said, glancing over his shoulder at his caretaker. "So let's go to that pub, I'm really ready to eat now."

"Of course, my pet," said Kaworu, pushing Shinji along. Warm feces continued to empty into his diaper, a contrast with the coolness in the air.

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Pub: 11 Oct 2025 20:54 UTC

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