Shinji Ikari's bulk was swathed in blue.

"Foo foo," sputtered the huge fat boy. He waved a plump hand at his billowing fat face. "It sure is hot today, Kaworu-san."

In fact, it was merely a warm day in Northern California, where Kaworu had settled with Shinji for the indefinite future. Barely 25 degrees Celsius. But the huge fat boy sitting in his bariatric wheelchair was feeling hot. Unsurprising, given his size.

Shinji was a resplendently fat person. He currently tipped the scales at 407 kilograms. He was huge and bloated, vast and heavy, an enormously obese young man. He swelled and rolled and glopped, a big puddle of blubber. His huge ass spread out behind him, a big rounded shelf. His huge belly bloomed in front of him, parting his legs. His fat thighs were bulbous and retained water. His large breasts, big, fat boy boobs, sagged to either side of the slope of his tremendous gut. In between his moobs hung his chins, three big wattles of fat that sagged from his plump, fat jawline, along with his oozing, drooping jowls, big fat porky cheeks. Porky, piggish. Shinji looked so much like a pig. He was like a fat swine done up in a dress, with a short-cut head of brown hair and two greedy, beady blue eyes.

Kaworu Nagisa casually stroked Shinji's folds of back fat on his right side. Shinji cooed in pleasure.

"I think we need to get you some ice cream to cool down, my pet," said Kaworu. "We mustn't let you get uncomfortably warm."

"Oh boy!" said Shinji, licking his plump lips, wiggling his chubby fingers. He was eager to eat. The thought of dropping gallons of ice cream into his stomach filled him with delight.

Prrrtt

He farted softly, delighted by the release of gas and pressure. He was feeling a bit puffed-up because of his huge meal of barbecue earlier. Kaworu had taken him to a new barbecue restaurant in their neighborhood and Shinji had made an utter hog of himself. The fat former Eva pilot had eaten pounds and pounds of barbecue, ribs, sausage, brisket, chicken, beef, pork, and more. The heavy, fatty meal of meat now sat in his guts and was oozing through the bloated digestive tract of the former pilot of Unit-01.

FRRT!!

Kaworu chuckled. "With all that barbecue you ate, Shinji-kun, it is likely you'll be gassy all day."

"Oh, you know me, Kaworu-san," said Shinji, tittering with a giggle and waving his painted nails. "I do just toot away, sometimes!"

It should be noted that Shinji was done up and made up in garish attire. He wore a huge dress: a muumuu, vast and spreading, the size of a family-sized tent. It was baby blue, with a pattern of white flowers upon it. Shinji had been accessorized to match, with blue women's shoes on his feet, and a blue handbag nestled against the fat swell of his belly. His fingernails and toenails had both been painted baby blue. Meanwhile, he wore makeup of a blue cast: he wore baby blue lipstick, and baby blue eyeshadow, and a blue blush had been painted on his swollen fat cheeks. To top it off, he wore a large baby blue bow in his short-cut hair. He looked extraordinarily feminine. Indeed, many of the people who saw Kaworu pushing him along assumed he was an enormous fat woman, not a teenage boy.

His guts churned.

Prrrrttt

"Ohh, I can smell that one," said Shinji. His blue lips smiled impishly. "I'm going to stink up the ice cream parlor for sure!" He giggled and laughed, and his flabby upper arms jiggled and sloshed as he tittered his fat hands.

"You are a tremendous farter, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, taking a moment to reach a hand out and pat Shinji on his head. Shinji cooed in pleasure at the touch.

As they were crossing the street, a gaggle of young men ran by on a jog. They were dressed in athletic wear, their fit bodies fully on display.

Shinji zeroed in on them with his beady blue eyes and his piggy face rippled with a smile. "Ohh, Kaworu-san, you see those guys over there?"

"I do, my dear."

"Ohh, they're so sexy," said Shinji, blue lips puckering in almost a kissing shape as he beheld the cohort of jogging young men. He shifted his bulk in the wheelchair and it creaked from all his weight. "Oh, such hot men." Shinji smacked his lips. "I wish I could have their dicks inside me."

The joggers moved on. Shinji frowned.

"We must get you your ice cream, my pet," said Kaworu, pushing him further up the avenue.

"Oh, I do want ice cream," said Shinji. "But... but..." he flexed his anus deep between his huge butt cheeks, "but I want a cock just as much! I want a cock inside me so bad!"

FRRRTTT

His flexing anus effortlessly released gas.

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Pub: 17 Jan 2026 09:26 UTC

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