Shinji Ikari's loaded diaper stank in the heat of the sun.

Sweat oozed from beneath his armpits, staining the blue floral fabric of his muumuu. He licked his lips, smacking them as he wiggled his plump fingers. "Oooh," he cooed, "I can't wait to eat pie, Kaworu-san!"

"All the pie you can eat, my pet," said Kaworu Nagisa, pushing his bariatric wheelchair along. "Apple pie, pecan pie, lemon chess pie, key lime pie..."

"Mmm, hm-hmm," burbled the gigantic fat boy. "Oooh, we'll have to get, hoo hoo, some cake too. And some cookies..." he was beginning to drool.

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He shifted slightly in the enormous seat, and the huge amount of poop in his diaper squished against his buttocks, huge and pale and dimpled with cellulite. Shinji had heavily shat himself over an hour ago, almost overloading his diaper with pounds and pounds of poop. His diaper today had cute cartoon balloons printed across its crinkly padding, but right now those balloons were obscured in the back by a large, putrid brown stain spreading across his vast backside. Shinji had truly lived up to the 'super pooper' status he loved to joke to himself about. He'd taken a dump like something a livestock animal would take.

And as Kaworu had navigated him through the walkable sidewalks and parks of their beautiful northern California town, the sun had beaten down on the former Eva pilot, and on his full diaper, too. It was a mild spring day, but it was enough to make the big fat boy sweat; he weighed 406 kilograms, and so every day with sufficient sun was a hot day for him. And the extensive exposure to the sun's rays had also begun to bake the feces within the diaper, amplifying their rotting state as they sat there, unable to be washed away.

As a result, the smell had risen so tremendously that it had surpassed the ability of the diaper to contain it, and as Shinji was rolled along, an absolutely putrid stench surrounded him. It was like a swamp, or a bog, a miasma of foul smell in which the vast fat boy marinated. It was amplified by the stink of sweat getting into his fat folds and dirtying them, from the overlapping folds of his belly to the accordion-like folds of fat on his back. Shinji Ikari literally smelled like shit, heavily so right now.

They stopped at an intersection. A man in athletic wear jogged up to them and came to a stop, waiting with them for the light to change. He took a whiff of the air, and audibly gagged. "Oh, fuck, what's that smell?" he shook his head. He looked left and right. He saw the fattest person he'd ever seen sitting in a wheelchair next to him. But no visible sign of where the stench was coming from. The fat boy turned to look at him, his hoggish face jostling as he looked up. He waved a plump hand, the fat on his upper arm wobbling as he did.

Mercifully, the light turned, and the man was able to jog across. Shinji and Kaworu also crossed the street at the crosswalk, headed into the arts and crafts district of their city, where Miss Robertson's bakery was.

Shinji took a sniff of the air. His blue eyes widened. He chuckled. "I sure do stink right now, Kaworu-san."

"Indeed you do, my pet," said Kaworu, patting Shinji's soft shoulder.

Shinji's fat face made a troubled expression. "Kaworu-san, I'm never... too smelly for you, am I?" His brown brows furrowed. His beefy chins sagged as he frowned.

"Of course not."

They stopped under the shade of a tree. Kaworu came around to Shinji's side and knelt down beside him. His pale face swelled in a smile, and his red eyes were kind. "My beloved boy, you must know that I love how badly you smell some of the time." Kaworu's pale, thin fingers came up and intertwined themselves with Shinji's fat, darker fingers. Shinji's heart fluttered. A blush came to his blubbery cheeks. "And you must know well, by now, how happy I am that you are so incontinent, and have such large bowel movements." Kaworu tenderly stroked the slope of Shinji's left breast. "You are always becoming more and more... the perfect boy for me."

"Ohh, Kaworu-san..." breathed Shinji, tears coming to his eyes. He felt incredibly in love right now. He felt so good, felt so right.

"My precious boy..." Kaworu leaned in, his lean, thin form sinking into Shinji's fattened bulk. Shinji's eyelids fluttered closed, and he opened his mouth to receive Kaworu's lips. They kissed deeply, passionately, Shinji delightedly letting Kaworu slip in his tongue.

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Shinji settled back further into his seat, causing the poop in his diaper to shift slightly. The smell of the feces intensified, as Shinji was deeply kissed.

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Pub: 15 Mar 2026 01:39 UTC

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