Shinji Ikari was a lavender blob.

Frrrttttt, came the stinky fart from out between his enormous ass cheeks. He relaxed in his miasma of stench, sitting in his bariatric wheelchair as Kaworu pushed him through the park. He happened to catch his reflection in a mirror. "Oh, I love wearing lavender," said Shinji, faggishly waving his chubby left hand. "It's such a good color on me."

"It is indeed, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu Nagisa, tenderly patting the enormous fat boy on his shoulder. "Pink, I think, is your best color. But this is a good one too. You look so resplendent in pastel colors."

"I do," said Shinji with a smug smile of his lipstick-clad lips.

He was decked out in lavender from head to toe. His enormous body, currently weighing in at a whopping 405 kilograms, was swathed in a huge muumuu, a massive, flowing dress the size of a large tent. It was a soft lavender color. He was also wearing lavender socks, and expensive, designer sandals, plus-sized, in lavender as well. The chubby fingers on his fat hands ended in fingernails painted lavender in color. His piglike face, enormous and fat, with its buttery triple chins and its sowlike jowls, was also painted in elaborate makeup, mostly lavender in hue. He was wearing lavender lipstick on his plump lips. He had lavender eyeshadow on his eyelids. He had lavender blush painted onto his porcine cheeks. To top it all off, in the midst of his short-cut brown hair, he wore a headband and bow of lavender.

He looked ridiculous, frankly. Shinji had such a warped perspective on the reality of his situation that what he thought was a great look for him made him, in reality, look like a freak. People stared and gawked at him as he was pushed along. He was as fat as a livestock animal and he was dressed like a drag queen. He was an absurd, even comical sight.

But Shinji was so lost in the world Kaworu had constructed for him that he was convinced he was a picture of gay, feminine beauty. Kaworu had groomed him in many ways, and not the least of which, he had conditioned Shinji to see garish, drag-queen-ish wardrobes as markers of his beauty and specialness. And Shinji was so drunk on Kaworu's constant, sickly-sweet affection that even on the rare occasion he did notice people gawking at him, it didn't affect his mood at all. He was utterly devoted to Kaworu and chained to his dominant affection. It was precisely because Kaworu was the one who dressed Shinji this way that Kaworu loved it. Everything Kaworu did for Shinji, Shinji loved. Because Kaworu loved him back. Kaworu loved Shinji the way nobody else in his life ever had, and so Kaworu had Shinji wrapped around his finger, as a result.

PRRRRRTTTTTTT

He blasted a huge fart out from between his immense ass cheeks. Shinji had always had a less-than-masculine body, but the hundreds of kilograms of adipose tissue he had added to his body had made it even more extreme. In particular he had immensely large hips, thighs, and butt cheeks for a male, giving him a particularly womanly fat person's shape. This was accentuated by his prodigious boy breasts, which were as big as beach balls and sagged to either side of his enormous, sloping gut. Shinji had nice, fat tits with big, soft nipples. Kaworu loved to play with them, and Shinji loved when he did.

FRRRTTTT

"So much tooting!" said Shinji with a laugh and a smile. His farts were loud and explosive, and people could hear them as Kaworu wheeled him along. On top of that, he was sweating; though it was a mild Northern California day, it felt quite hot to the gigantic former Eva pilot because he was just so fat. His flatulence and the sweat between his fat folds caused him to have a very rank odor. Kaworu always cleaned him thoroughly at the end of each day, but right around mid-afternoon, as the day had sufficiently progressed, Shinji Ikari absolutely stank.

But, again, all of this was something he had grown to love about himself, precisely because Kaworu loved it. Kaworu loved him in a way his father never had, in a way his mother never had, in a way the people in his life never had, whether it was Misato or Ayanami or anybody. He was enslaved by Kaworu's love, and through Kaworu's love, Shinji had been molded into the object of Kaworu's desires. He was Kaworu's toy. His plaything. Fat and gay and feminine, just how Kaworu liked him. And because Kaworu liked it, Shinji liked it.

FRRRRRRR-SPLRT!

"Oop!" Shinji said with a giggle. "Ooo hoo hoo, poop-a-doop!"

BLRRBBBBBBTTTTTT

Shinji felt his innards clench as he released an enormous flow of soft, goopy feces into his bariatric diaper. He smiled, his painted lips curving in a happy expression. He did love to shit. He loved sodomy, loved it immensely; Kaworu had groomed and trained him into the ultimate bottom, a boy whose fondest pleasure was taking a cock up the ass. As a result, he had lost control of his bowels some time ago, and his terrible, fattening diet, full of grease, starch, carbs, protein, sugar, dairy, and lard, didn't do his excretory system any favors.

"Ahh," sighed the immense former Eva pilot as he took an enormous shit. A flowing swell of poop emptied out of him, into his gigantic diaper, that he wore beneath his muumuu enswathing his pelvic area. Hot, brown waste flowed freely from his anus, with absolutely no ability on his part to stop it or control it. Shinji Ikari was completely incontinent, and had been for years.

But he loved this, too, because, again, Kaworu loved it. Kaworu had often told him how sexy he looked when he was pooping. Kaworu had told him that he made the loveliest expressions when a heavy flow was coming out of him. Kaworu had told him he loved Shinji like this, and because Shinji loved everything Kaworu loved, he loved this, too.

PLLLRRBBBBBBBBB

"Using the toilet, my pet?" asked Kaworu.

"Oh, yes, Kaworu-san!" said Shinji with a smile and a laugh. "It's just what I needed! I'm feeling so good as it all comes out."

"Well, my darling boy," said Kaworu, reaching down to take Shinji's hand. Shinji blushed and curled his chubby fingers around Kaworu's slender ones. "Well, what say we fill you up a bit, now that you are making some room? I think you could use a few cakes."

"Oh, boy!" said Shinji, licking his lavender lips. "I am, ooh, I do think I could use, mm, a little snack." He tenderly stroked his enormous belly. "I am getting a bit peckish."

"Come along, then," said Kaworu, who resumed pushing Shinji along.

PLRRRBBBBB

"Hoo hoo," said Shinji, as he continued to poop. "If this keeps up I may need a pie or two, to go with the cakes. I'm making a lot of room." And his fat face rippled as he greedily smacked his lavender lips.

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Pub: 22 Dec 2025 07:30 UTC

Edit: 22 Dec 2025 07:57 UTC

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