Kaworu pushed Shinji into the familiar bakery. A tanned, muscular arm waved in the air to welcome them. "What's up, dudes?"
"Oh, oh, Mason!" said Shinji, excitedly waving his plump hand in the air. His flabby arm jostled and sloshed from the motion he made of it, stretching the short sleeve of his blue, floral print muumuu.
"Hey hey! There's my big guy!" said Mason, the shop assistant at the bakery. He was a man in his early 20s, fit and muscular and tanned. Shinji felt his guts gurgle.
Prrrttt
He farted out of nerves. He'd already pooped on the way over here.
"Always nice to see you two," said Ms. Richardson, the owner of the bakery. She waved a dark-skinned arm at them. "You're catching me leaving; I've got to get to the bank before it closes."
"Oh, that's fine, Ms. Richardson," said Shinji, hoggish face flushing. "I'm sure Mason will take care of us!"
"You know he will. He always does. I really should give him a raise," said Ms. Richardson.
"I mean, yeah, you should," said Mason. He laughed. All four of them laughed.
Shinji wobbled and jiggled as he laughed. He was such a fat boy. Kaworu had fed him all the way up to 407 kilograms, these days; almost 900 standard pounds of former Unit-01 pilot. The old Shinji could actually have piloted the new Shini's body, since the old Shinji could have fit comfortably inside the size, the expanse, the girth, of this new, fat, gay Shinji. It was like the new Shinji had eaten the old Shinji whole, swallowing him like a whale. Like the old Shinji was swallowed up by all the new Shinji's blubber.
And the new Shinji licked his lips. He was so gay. So overwhelmingly homosexual. And Mason was a handsome, physically-attractive man. Shinji tittered his fingers and wiggled his toes. His penis, the only tiny thing on him, twitched into erection as he gazed at Mason.
"See you boys later," said Ms. Richardson, taking her purse and walking out through the back innards of the bakery.
"What'll it be, Mr. Large And In Charge?" said Mason playfully.
"Oooh," said Shinji, patting his massive belly playfully, "do you have red velvet cake?"
"I do!"
"And cheesecake?"
"You bet."
"I'll take both of those."
"I shall pay, of course," said Kaworu with a silky smile, and the gleam of his red eyes.
"You bet," said Mason. "Kaworu, wheel him over to his table, and I'll get the cakes. Then you can pay."
Shinji's belly audibly growled and gurgled as he was wheeled to 'his table.' This was a table in the bakery with a half-circle cutout on one side. It allowed Shinji to be pushed up fully to the table, since the cutout allowed his belly its full expanse of space.
Kaworu took a fork from the nearby utensils counter and placed it in Shinji's hand. He tucked a napkin into the collar of Shini's muumuu. Mason then came over, a whole red velvet cake in one hand, and a whole cheesecake in the other. "Heeeere you go, my big guy," said Mason, setting the two cakes in front of Shinji. He chuckled. "Dig in."
"Ohh yeah," burbled Shinji, drool trickling from the corners of his dimpled mouth. He took his fork and forked a bite out of the red velvet cake, and popped it into his mouth. "Ohoho, yes," cheered the huge fat boy, delighted at the taste.
Shinji began to guzzle down the cakes as Kaworu went to the register with his wallet. He made fancy little sounds and noises as he crammed bites into his mouth. His lips and cheeks soon became smeared with icing. The smears of icing and cake on such a fat, porcine face made Shinji Ikari look like a very well-fed boy indeed, which of course he was. He cooed pleasantly as a very large chunk of cheesecake slid down his throat.
Kaworu, having paid, walked over to Shinji. Mason, meanwhile, had grabbed a rag and some cleaner, and was beginning to clean fingerprints off the glass display case at the bakery's counter. Shinji, sucking up a bite of red velvet cake, eyed Mason as he squatted down to clean. The fit, tan man had a nice, muscular bottom, which Shinji could not help but notice and ogle.
And Kaworu saw him look. "He is handsome and has a nice body, is that not true, Shinji-kun?"
"Oh, uh, burp," belched Shinji sharply as he fidgeted in place, his whole massive body jostling a bit. "I mean, yeah, yes, Kaworu-san, he's a..." Shinji sighed lustfully, "very, very handsome man."
"Do you want him?"
"Mrm?" mumbled Shinji, mouth full of cheesecake. Kaworu was looking down at him strangely, red eyes gleaming particularly bright. Shinji swallowed his bite. "What, ah, hoo hoo, what do you mean by that, Kaworu-san?"
As Shinji watched, Kaworu raised his pale white hand, and extended a pale white index finger.
Kaworu twitched his finger at Mason.
And gleaming orange hexagons glowed brightly in the air.
Shinji felt the telltale tingle on the air of an AT Field; that was one thing he hadn't locked away the memory of, from his time in Tokyo-3. And he sloppily dribbled cake out of his mouth, as his mouth opened wide, because Mason stiffened, and dropped both rag and cleaner bottle, and stood upright. He turned around. There was a hazy, indistinct look on the young man's face.
"He is mine, now, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu. "Shall I make him yours?"
"O-Oh! Kaworu-san! Your Angel powers!" said Shinji.
FFrrrrt, Shinji casually farted into his poopy diaper.
"Yes, my pet," said Kaworu-san. "I have taken complete control of the young man. I can have him touch you... kiss you... do more. He will not remember a thing. Do you want me to?"
Shinji's overtaxed, bloated guts churned, for once not from food or gas or poop. His nerves tingled. Mason was, essentially, a slave to Kaworu's will, right now. A doll, a toy, in Kaworu's hands.
"I don't know, Kaworu-san..." mumbled Shinji, wringing his chubby hands together atop the slope of his gut. "I'm not sure... is this right?"
"Does it matter if it is right, Shinji-kun?"
Kaworu stroked Shinji's enormously fatty upper arm.
"You want him. You wish to feel him, feel him close. You desire him... does it matter if it is right, if it is what you desire?"
"I... I..." the ghost of Shinji's old moral considerations billowed into his heart.
But on the other hand... Kaworu was right. He did desire Mason, to feel him, to be touched by him. Kaworu had spent the last few years giving Shinji everything he had ever desired, and teaching him that his desires, the satisfying of them, mattered more than anything in the world. That desire, pleasure, was all. And this had made Shinji the happiest he had ever been.
Maybe desire and pleasure were really all that mattered...
Kaworu tenderly stroked Shinji's cheek.
"Feed your desires, my pet, like you feed your appetites."
Shinji's cake-stained lips smacked.
His beady blue eyes glinted.
"Send him to me, Kaworu-san," burbled Shinji, tiny penis growing stiff again. "Bring him here..."
With a twitch of his finger, the orange hexagons flared again, and Mason walked to Shinji. He leaned into the enormous fat boy, and bent down, and stretched out.
"Ohhh, yes," moaned Shinji in delight, as Mason began to touch him and fondle him. He played with Shinji's massive boy breasts. He petted and stroked Shinji's gigantic belly. He tenderly fingered between the folds of Shinji's slabs of back fat. "More, oh, more," said Shinji, "I want more, Kaworu-san..."
The orange hexagons flared again.
"Oh, yes, yes," moaned Shinji as Mason's face came to his. Their lips parted, and Shinji cooed in sinful pleasure as Mason kissed him deeply. He tasted like toothpaste and minty mouthwash. Shinji's eyelids fluttered closed. Mason leaned deeply into his soft, yielding body, and Shinji was caught up in a deep, passionate kiss from Mason. He was in heaven. Kaworu had been right. Pleasure and desire were all that mattered. Mason stuck his tongue in Shinji's mouth, and Shinji whimpered in delight and welcomed the deep French kiss. After long minutes, they pulled away. Shinji's eyes gleamed with a fiendish glow of greed. "My penis, Kaworu-san..." he huffed breathily, "I want him to touch... my penis..."
The orange hexagons flared again.
Mason pulled up the vast hem of Shinji's massive muumuu, putting his gigantic fat thighs and calves on full display. Still in that dead, unblinking trance, Mason's strong hand and finger reached for Shinji's diaper. He was wearing a baby blue diaper today, and Mason dove his fingers into the waistband, reaching into the vastness of Shinji's fat-swathed pelvic area. It should be remembered that Shinji's diaper was currently full of poop. So, Mason's fingers quickly became coated in Shinji's sticky, yellow-brown feces. But he kept on going.
Soon, Mason reached, reached beneath Shinji's vast hanging belly, reached beneath Shinji's bloated, fat fupa, reached between Shinji's suffocating lardy thighs. He reached, with poop-covered fingers, until he found Shinji's stubby, undersized penis, only 7 centimeters long when fully erect. The micropenis was soon in Mason's strong, firm fingers, and he began to tug, to pull, to jerk. Soon it was at full mast, and Shinji's enormous brown nipples stiffened within the fabric of his muumuu. He was feeling more aroused, more aroused, more, his fatty breaths became shallower and shallower...
Prrrttt, he farted reflexively as his big, fat body tensed for an explosion. Mason tugged...
And tugged...
And tugged...
Until, at last
SPLRT!!!
"Ohhh yeahhhhhh," groaned Shinji in the depths of his throat as Mason successfully gave him a handjob. The tiny penis fired away massively, squirtly hefty ropes of semen into Shinji's fatty depths, only some of which made it out of the enswathing blubber to coat the front of his diaper.
Without a word, with that same dull, vacant look in his eyes, Mason withdrew his hand from the depths. His fingers were covered in poop and semen; actually, his whole hand was. With his clean hand, he pulled the hem of Shinji's muumuu back down.
Kaworu twitched his finger again, and once again, the orange hexagons gleamed in the air. Mason turned, and walked off around the display counter, towards where Shinji knew was the restroom.
"I am, of course, sending him to wash his hands," said Kaworu. "I shall be sure he washes them thoroughly, including taking special care of his fingernails. When he is completely clean, I shall send him back out here, and then I shall release him." Kaworu smirked down at Shinji. "As I said, Shinji-kun: he will have no idea any of this took place."
"Ohh, ho ho ho," burbled Shinji, reflexively patting his belly. His other hand once again took up his fork, and he forked up a bite of cheesecake. He popped it into his mouth, and chewed with his mouth open. "Mmm, hmm hmm, Kaworu-san, that was so nice. Thank you."
"Remember, Shinji-kun, never let anything get in the way of satisfying your desires."
"Ohh, well, hoo hoo, that's true, I know that now." Swallowing another bite of red velvet cake, Shinji gazed up at Kaworu. "Mmm, mrfn, Kaworu-san... if there are ever other guys I want... to... to touch me, can you do the same thing to them?"
"Of course, my dear pet," said Kaworu, stroking Shinji's short-cut brown hair. "I shall be happy to."
"Ohh, ho ho," gurgled Shinji. "Hoo hoo hoo, yes." Above his cake-stained lips, above his hoggish cheeks, his beady blue eyes shone with absolute greed.