Shinji Ikari lounged on the sofa, eating doughnuts and watching porn.

"Ohgm," he mumbled, mouth full of sugary sweet pastries. Kaworu had had some errands to run, so he had carried Shinji here, set him down, and surrounded him with boxes of doughnuts. He had turned on one of the adult video broadcasts and kissed Shinji on the cheek, telling him he would bring back a meal with him when he returned. It had been almost an hour. Shinji had eaten his way through four of the boxes of doughnuts. Fortunately, there were plenty more where that came from.

The giant fat boy took up two whole sofa cushions himself. His colossal ass, swathed in an enormous bariatric diaper, billowed behind him, with his broad, jellylike hips spreading even further. His blubbery thighs were so big around that he could scarcely walk; he didn't do much walking any more, or much moving on his own, either. His belly was huge and rested on the footstool on front of the sofa cushions; Kaworu had put it there to give Shinji's vast pale gut something to rest on so it didn't droop. It stretched and stretched in front of him, so big and bloated that the old, skinny Shinji could have fit inside it. His fat breasts lolled to either side of the belly's slope, as big as deflated beach balls, with brown nipples that were hard in the open air. His arms were oozing and flabby. Some of his upper arm fat lazily sloshed as he reached for another doughnut and brought it to his mouth. His fat pig's face rippled as he chewed, with its bloated cheeks, its sagging jowls, and its buttery triple chins. Shinji weighed 349 kilograms. He was immense.

He kept eating and eating doughnuts. He couldn't really do anything else. The remote control for the TV was on top of the TV itself, across the room, and Shinji couldn't stand up on his own, or probably even waddle far enough to go get it if he had been able to stand. He'd been fed and fattened into uselessness. He was a bag of blubber who could only absorb and consume.

"Ohh, look at that cock," mumbled Shinji between bites. He was watching gay porn, something Kaworu had gotten him into and which Shinji himself had gradually come to greatly enjoy. Kaworu had gradually manipulated Shinji into becoming completely homosexual. As he'd gotten fatter and fatter, he had also gotten gayer and gayer. When he wasn't thinking about food these days he was usually thinking about gay sex. He would see attractive men out in public and fantasize about them making love to him. He had intense wet dreams about men having sex with him, usually Kaworu but sometimes other male figures from his life, like Kaji or Toji or even Mr. Fuyutski. "Ohgm, it's so big," he mumbled as the sex scene on the screen played out. Mouth full of doughnut, he rubbed his sugary fingers over his plump nipples.

Buried in his blubber, Shinji's own penis was as hard as a rock. Of course, Shinji's penis was a comical inversion of the large penis on the screen. Shinji had a tiny dick, barely seven centimeters when fully erect. It was a popgun of a cock, pathetically small and stubby. Ritsuko often told him that he had the smallest penis she'd ever seen. Kaworu, of course, told him that his dick was very attractive, that he preferred men with small cocks. Shinji blushed to think of his boyfriend. Kaworu could have been making love to him right now, if he were here. He watched the sodomy onscreen and longed to have a dick inside him.

He wanted to masturbate, incredibly badly. Gobbling down so many doughnuts had given him a sugar high that was fueling the arousal caused by the pornography. His tiny cock was stiff and hard. He was ready to pop. But he hadn't been able to reach his own penis in years. He was boiling with frustration. It made him eat faster; a whole dozen box was gone in ten minutes as Shinji ate away his frustrations. He wanted release. He craved release. But he was just too fat.

"Shinji-kun, I'm home!"

"K-Kaworu-san!" cried Shinji in delight, gazing over his shoulder. Kaworu walked into the living room carrying bags of McDonald's. They were big bags, and Kaworu had four of them. Shinji licked his lips. But the throbbing pulse of his pent-up penis quickly made itself known again. "Ohhh, Kaworu-san," moaned Shinji, "I need... handjob."

Kaworu smiled gently. He set down the bags of food. "My sweet pet," he cooed, "do you need release?"

"Y-Yes..." moaned Shinji. "Kaworu-san..." he groaned, "please... jerk me off... I can't..."

Kaworu reached his hand beneath Shinji's bulging belly. Working his way through the cavernous depths of his pet's fat body, Kaworu finally found the crinkly fabric of Shinji's diaper. He leaned in, sinking into the milky blubber of Shinji's immense body. Finally, he reached through everything, and found it, buried deep in an ocean of fat: Shinji Ikari's tiny cock. He began to tug.

"Ohhh, yes... oh, oh," moaned Shinji, fat face flushing red. He was so aroused and desperate that it didn't take long. A few brief minutes of Kaworu jerking him off, and: "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh," he burbled as he ejaculated, obtaining the release he had sought.

Kaworu withdrew his hand, sticky with Shinji's creamy spunk. With his clean hand he grabbed one of the bags of McDonald's and set it on top of Shinji's belly. "Now, my pet, start eating. I know you must be hungry."

Shinji's gut gurgled with delight. He smiled, and pulled out a Quarter Pounder With Cheese. One appetite had been satisfied, and it was time to satisfy another.

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Pub: 23 Feb 2025 10:16 UTC

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