Shinji Ikari's fat arms rippled as he was pushed inside the bakery. "Oh, goody," he said. "Cake!"

"Hey there, Shinji!" said Mason, the young male shop attendant. Kaworu pushed Shinji's bariatric wheelchair up to the counter. Shinji's huge belly blossomed before him. His body was a blob, a sack of lard. He'd tipped the scales yesterday at 403 kilograms.

"Mmm, hello there, Mason," said Shinji, billowing fat face oozing with jiggles as he smiled. Buried far, far within his enswathing blubber, his micro-penis stiffened. Mason was a very attractive young man, and Shinji had become a thoroughly homosexual boy.

"Nice muumuu, by the way," said Mason. "Pink's definitely your color."

"Hmm hmm, I do look so good in pink," said Shinji, vanity overwhelming him. He was wearing a huge pink dress, an enormous muumuu that could have fit a large family inside it. It swelled and stretched in front of him to cover his vast belly, and swelled and stretched behind him to cover his bloated ass. Shinji was wearing a pearl necklace and a ring with a pink diamond on it. He had pink lipstick and pink eyeshadow on. He was a puddle of pink, his vast body completely covered in the girly color.

"What'll it be?" asked Mason.

"Ohh, hmm hmm," gurgled the massive fat boy with a jostle of his fat arms. His enormous plump breasts had stiff nipples. Shinji was still aroused by Mason, and he was also now enticed erotically by the eating he was about to do. Food and sex were intertwined in his heart, thanks to Kaworu. "I think I would like that vanilla cream cake," he said, pointing a chubby finger at the bakery case. He licked his lips. "The one with the buttercream icing."

"You want the whole cake, dude?"

"Oh, yes indeed," said Shinji, making a delighted gurgle deep in his fatty throat. His big, fat chins slopped down the front of his dress, and they were faintly slick with drool. Shinji was really looking forward to eating.

"That'll be ten bucks! A sale, just for you, big boy," said Mason, ringing up the cake at the register.

"Very kind of you," said Kaworu, handing Mason his credit card.

"Just put Shinji at his usual table, I'll bring the cake to you guys," said Mason.

"You're so nice," said Shinji with a smack of his lips. His fat hog's jowls billowed with ripples of ooze as his face made a simpering smile. Everything on Shinji jiggled and rippled. He was almost pure blubber, from head to toe. Not even a hint of muscle.

Kaworu pushed Shinji over to their usual table. The two of them had provided this bakery with so much business over the years that it had prepared a special table for Shinji as he'd grown. Specifically, there was a rounded cutout in the tabletop, perfectly positioned for Shinji's sloping gut to fit in. This allowed Shinji to be placed closer to the table than he would have been at a normal restaurant.

Shinji was pushed into his cutout table spot. He settled back a bit in his wheelchair. As he did, the feces in his enormous bariatric diaper squished a bit against his billowing buttocks. Shinji had taken a dump on the way over to the bakery, and now sat comfortably in his own filth, not even bothered at all. Shinji often spent hours sitting in poopy diapers. It was simply too much of a production to change him at his current size, and he'd taken to soiling himself when they were far from the apartment. He simply didn't mind it. It actually made him feel naughty, and special, and spoiled. He could poop whenever he wanted, and the world just had to accommodate him.

"Here you go, my guy," said Mason, setting the large cake at the table in front of Shinji. He handed Shinji a fork. "Dig in!"

"Ohhh, such a good looking cake," said Shinji, dribbles of drool running down his buttery chins. He immediately forked a bite into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "Ohhh," he grunted in delight. It was a good cake. It tasted as good as it looked.

frrrtttt

A soft sputter of gas came out of him as he began to fill his belly. He'd eaten a large snack of fast food barely an hour ago, but in their journeys around town they'd come close to the bakery, and Shinji had greedily decided he needed some cake. Kaworu had trained him to stuff his face frequently, whether with 'normal' food or dessert. He was an absolute pig. More than that, Kaworu had used his Angel powers to remove all mental limits on Shinji's appetite and desire for food. He had simply started to want more food the bigger he'd gotten, and the bigger and bigger he got, the more and more he found himself wanting. And Kaworu, with his infinite money, was able to supply him with his every culinary wish.

"Mofm," burbled Shinji as he plowed through the cake. His fat face was smeared with creamy white icing. He was really tucking in now, gorging himself on a cake that could have fed an entire table. Icing dribbled down his chins. He was making good progress. The cake was almost half done.

"Shinji-kun."

His hog chins rippled as the fattened boy turned his bloated head.

Kaworu held a large pitcher filled with something white and thick. "A vanilla milkshake, I think?" He said with a smile.

"Oooh, yep," said Shinji, cake-smeared face lighting up with a gluttonous smile. "Oooh, gimme, gimme."

Kaworu moved close. Shinji tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide. And Kaworu began to pour the entire pitcher of milkshake down the blob-boy's throat.

"Glug, glug, glug, glug," gurgled Shinji as he drank and drank. He was putting away the milkshake like a champ, not once having to ask Kaworu to stop. Rivulets of the creamy liquid dribbled down his triple chins and dripped onto his fat bags of boy boobs. His chubby fingers wiggled and his fat toes curled. He was being absolutely fed and he was loving every minute of it. He was truly a sow.

Finally, the pitcher was done.

"Buuuaarrrrppp," came the milky belch from Shinji's cake-and-shake-smeared mouth. He hiccuped, and then patted his vast belly with comfort. "Now that hit the spot." Then he picked up his fork, and resumed eating his cake.

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Shinji felt hot wetness leave him. "Ooo hoo," he cooed, "had a bit more poop to come out." He chuckled. "But that'll just give me more room to finish the cake, so it's great!" He forked more bites of the cake into his cavernous maw. "Hehehe," he chuckled with a fatty, impish smile. "I'm wearing strawberry, I'm eating vanilla... and I've got chocolate loaded up in my diaper." He laughed. "I'm like Neapolitan Ice Cream!" Then his chins and jowls rippled as he licked his lips. "Oooh, Kaworu-san, can we get some of that next?"

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Pub: 28 Jul 2025 05:24 UTC

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