Shinji Ikari was a huge blob.
He was at the local pizza parlor. After awakening from his midday nap, the enormous boy had expressed a desire for pizza, so Kaworu had gotten him dressed up, settled in his bariatric wheelchair, and out the door.
"Umm, num num," mumbled Shinji as he chewed bite after bite. One bite, two bites, three bites, four, five, six, now he was at the crust, he dunked it in the garlic sauce and chewed it. One, two, three bites, his huge fat face billowing and rippling with each motion of his jaw. Finally the last bite of the piece of pizza was down his throat. He reached for another slice, and began to eat that too. He had already eaten three whole pizzas. There were three more on the table in front of him.
Shinji was a swollen behemoth of absolute lard. He had recently clocked in at 408 kilograms. His vast body was almost inflated with fat. He had a huge, fat face with rippling cheeks and billowing jowls and three heavy chins. He looked like a pig someone was fattening up. His arms were so fat they sagged over his armpits when he raised them even a little, jellylike swaths of upper arm fat oozing over his elbows to meet his lardy forearms. But honestly, as fat as they were, both his arms and his head were starting to look undersized on the sheer vastness of his body. He was increasingly resembling a tick, bloated and swollen with blood. His vast baglike boy breasts were the size of large pillows and lolled fatly down the slope of his monumental belly. That belly swelled out more than a meter in front of Shinji in a slope of pure lard. He had an oceanlike belly, so huge that his old, skinny self could have sat comfortably inside it. It was rather appropriate, since of course the old, skinny Shinji had been swallowed up by this new, ultra-obese Shinji, after a manner of speaking.
His enormous thighs were as big around as bistro tables. He had to spread them wide to make room for his belly, but even so the thickness of his thighs meant the gut was always bulging over the thigh fat to some extent. His calves were fat like large hams, and rolled over his ankles to meet his plump feet. Behind Shinji's thighs was his huge butt. Shinji had a mammoth ass. It was more than two meters wide and jutted heftily behind him as he sat. It was a colossal booty, a stupendous rump. Shinji had the fattest ass in the state of California. It was wider than a loveseat.
He ate. He ate. He ate and ate and ate and ate and ate. Bite by bite, piece by piece, the pizzas vanished into his gullet. First one pizza was finished. Then the second. Shinji was chewing and chewing, dunking bites of the crust into sauces for dipping: garlic sauce, ranch dressing, honey mustard. His enormous green muumuu was the size of a family-sized tent, but you could still see the bulge of his great belly against it. He had eaten himself absolutely rotund.
"Mmm nmm, nmm, numm," burbled Shinji, continuing to eat. He finished one slice of pizza and reached for another. The blob boy was a machine, an assembly line of eating, surprisingly efficient at mowing through huge quantities of food. Back at the start, when Kaworu had begun to fatten him up, Shinji had struggled to eat large amounts of food in one sitting and Kaworu had often had to use his Angel powers to enhance Shinji's consumption. But now the fat pig of an Eva pilot was on autopilot. He could eat enough food for a large table of people without breaking a sweat.
"How goes it, my pet?" asked Kaworu, coming close and tenderly touching Shinji's shoulder.
"Oh, so good, Kaworu-san," burbled Shinji in a fatty, wattly voice. Shinji made an impish smile, which looked rather silly amid the fatness of his face, and sucked the tips of his chubby fingers one by one by one. His chins sloshed as he turned his head to face his caretaker. "I do believe I will need more pizza, though."
"How many more, my pet?"
"Oh..." Shinji wiggled his fingers and idly bounced his palms on his huge belly. "At least two... probably three..."
"Suppose I got you five, Shinji-kun?"
"Ohh, hmm hmm," gurgled the massive fat blob. He smacked his plump lips, causing his jowls to wobbled slightly. "I do... hmm hmm, I do think I could fit five inside me, Kaworu-san," Shinji said with a twinkle in his beady blue eyes.
"Coming right up, my darling," said Kaworu, with a soft kiss on Shinji's porcine cheek. He went off to place the order.
"Nmm num num," mumbled Shinji, resuming his eating. He still had about half a pizza left, and there were some breadsticks and garlic knots on the table as well. He grabbed the basket of breadsticks and began to mow through them, efficiently chewing them swiftly and pausing to sometimes dunk them in marinara sauce.
FrrrrrRRRRBBBBTTT!!
The massive fart rippled out of his huge backside. Shinji laughed. "I am... hoo hoo, I am going to be farting a lot tonight. I always do after pizza. All that cheese and grease..." His eyes sparkled with greedy desire. "But it's soooo good!" He felt an incredible euphoria at the reality of his situation. He was eating to his heart's delight and it caused him overwhelming joy. "Nom nom," he burbled, picking up another piece of pizza. "I'm gonna eat a lot."