The sun shone overhead. The breeze blew. Rainbow-striped flags fluttered all along the avenues. Flags of various other stripe-colors billowed, as well.

Atop the float, in the middle of the parade, Shinji Ikari smiled. "Oh, Kaworu-san," he said, lavender lips curling, "what a nice day for a Pride Parade!"

"A nice day, and a nice boy to be its ruler," said Kaworu Nagisa, stroking Shinji's plump hand. Shinji whimpered in delight.

"How's our big baby boy doing?" said a man with a clipboard, climbing up onto the float. "The parade's about to start."

"Buuuurp," belched Shinji. His cushioned, comfortable perch creaked as 407 kilograms of former Eva pilot shifted atop it. Shinji waved a fat hand at the man. "Don't worry, Mr. Patrick, I'm good to go!"

BRRAPPP!!!

The loud fart blasted out from Shinji's massive rear end. Mr. Patrick narrowed his eyes. "He's not going to be gassy during the whole parade, is he?"

"Oh, certainly not, sir," Kaworu lied. "You needn't worry about that. And let me just check..."

Kaworu lifted the rear hem of Shinji's huge muumuu. The big, fat, gay boy was wearing a colossal diaper, covered in cute cartoon prints of rainbows.

"Hoo hoo," said Shinji, "checking the cargo bay, Kaworu-san?" He chuckled.

Kaworu pressed into the diaper. It crinkled at his touch. "He is dry and should remain dry," Kaworu lied again. "You needn't worry."

"Well that's good. We've had problems with odors at these things in the past." Mr. Patrick frowned. "Those really are some gorgeous diapers, they suit Shinji well."

"They do."

"I wish my bottom's diapers were that cute."

"I can tell you the website I custom-order Shinji-kun's from, if you're interested."

"Later, sure. But not now. Let's get this show on the road." Mr. Patrick climbed down off the float. "We'll start in a few minutes. Shinji, honey, be sure to smile and wave!"

"Okay!" said Shinji, smiling, his lavender lips curving again.

Shinji Ikari was decked out in the faggiest way possible. He always wore dresses, and he frequently wore makeup and jewelry, but he'd been dressed specially for Pride. His huge muumuu, his vast dress, was tie-dyed vibrantly in all the colors of the rainbow; rainbow swirls and splashes covered him, from his massive belly to his mammoth butt. His nails were painted rainbow colors: red on the pinkies, orange on the ring fingers, yellow on the middle fingers, green on the index fingers, and blue on the thumbs. He was wearing rainbow pinwheel earrings. His makeup was done in garish, drag queen style with multiple colors: red blush, blue eye shadow, and lavender lipstick. And to top it off, atop his head, he wore a rainbow-patterned tiara.

brrrbbppttttt

The putrid fart burbled out of Shinji's anus. An hour ago, before the parade, Kaworu had taken Shinji to Taco Bell, where Shinji had consumed about 10,000 calories. The massive fast food feast was working its way through his guts, kicking up quite a storm within.

Frrrrrbbbppptttt

"Moofh," puffed Shinji, stroking the slope of his gut. "Why did you tell Mr. Patrick that I wasn't going to be tooting, Kaworu-san? I can already tell I'm a gas bomb ready to blow."

"Merely to put you at ease, my pet," said Kaworu. "The last thing you need is to worry about disappointing someone. I shall ensure that you suffer no consequences for what your anus emits." Kaworu tenderly kissed Shinji on the cheek. "You must always live a life of ease and comfort, my pet, with nothing bad ever happening to you. I am determined to ensure that."

Shinji's eyes pricked with tears. "Oh," he sighed, "Kaworu-san..." his heart beat with love and lust.

The float began to move as the parade started forward. People lined the avenues, many of them carrying both the older Pride flag and the newer, more trans-inclusive ones.

FRRRRRRRRTTT-PLRT!

Shinji's makeup-clad face billowed, his fat cheeks and jowls rippling as he made an expression of surprise. "Ooop!" he cried. "Oh, Kaworu-san, I think I'm going to be doing more than just farting!"

"Indeed, my pet," said Kaworu, lovingly stroking Shinji's belly. "Indeed..."

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PPRRLLTTTBBBB

"Uuunnggh," grunted Shinji, "so good to poo poo..."

And so, right in the middle of the Pride Parade, Shinji Ikari took a massive shit. Years of gay sex had rendered him completely fecally incontinent, and his terrible diet, both the quality and the immense quantity of the food he ate, ensured that his dumps were almost always whoppers. A mudslide, a lake, of turds gooped out of his butthole, quickly filling up his bariatric diaper. Beneath the rainbow swirls of his muumuu, at the back of his vast body, a putrid yellow-brown stain quickly spread across his rainbow-printed diaper.

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FLRPPPTTBBBTTTT

A truly massive amount of poop was coming out of him. Shinji reflected, as he beefily shat himself, that he'd missed his morning poo poo, so it made sense that he had quite a lot built up for his afternoon one. That, and the Taco Bell to ensure it all moved along and out.

The sun shone directly down on the float. It made Shinji sweat. It also began to bake the turds sitting in his diaper. There were electric fans at the back of the float, specifically to help keep Shinji cool, but they also had the effect of blowing the stench of his waste around. The breeze, too, was blowing, and it was carrying the stink of the feces throughout the air... and throughout the parade. All around the parade, all in Shinji's wake, the smell of poop, of turds, of feces, rose powerfully on the air. The Pride Parade literally smelled like shit, all thanks to Shinji.

People on the sidewalks began to notice.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh, God, what's that smell?"

"Smells like shit, holy fuck."

Somebody doubled over and vomited.

Mr. Patrick was so far removed from the float, he had no idea what was happening. Nobody did. Nobody knew where the terrible stench had come from. They just knew they were surrounded by it, and could not escape it.

But Shinji's vast bulk meant he couldn't really see behind him. He only looked ahead, where the smell had not yet reached. So he only saw smiling faces, cheering crowds, people waving and laughing. All at him.

He smiled, and a blush came to his fat face. "Ohh... Kaworu-san..."

"Yes, my pet?" said Kaworu, who had been looking backwards, smugly observing the effects of his pet's bodily functions. But now he turned and faced his fat toy.

Shinji smiled at him. "I... I love this. I can't believe..." he tittered, and put a hand to his chest, his plump fingers sinking into his huge boy breast. "I can't believe... I ever thought I liked girls. This feels so good. This feels so right." He grinned. "I love being queer!"

Kaworu smiled.

Kaworu leaned in.

"My beautiful gay boy," he said softly, as his lips met Shinji's own. They kissed, passionately, in full view of all. Kaworu stroked Shinji's moob. Shinji moaned in delight.

And at the top of the float, framed above Shinji's tiara-clad head, was the sign announcing to all:

SHINJI IKARI, THE QUEEN OF PRIDE

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Pub: 11 Jun 2026 21:27 UTC

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