Kaworu pushed Shinji into the perfume shop. His belly was loaded with ice cream and his diaper was loaded with shit.

plllrbbbbtt!

"Mmm, hmm hmm," hummed Shinji as a soft, mushy flow of yellow-brown feces emptied out from his anus into his bariatric diaper. He took a whiff. The diaper contained most of the smell. So what he smelled the most of was the pleasant scents of perfume all around him. "Such nice smells!" he said, fat face rippling as he smiled. "And such pretty bottles."

The shop attendant stepped forward, and was somewhat stunned at the sight before her. The fattest person she'd ever seen had just been pushed into the shop. They were an immense blob, bigger around than they were tall. Their huge belly swelled in front of them, spreading and stretching at least four feet ahead of their torso. That torso sprouted enormous fat breasts that sloped to either side of the swell of the great gut. Huge, fat thighs that looked like bags of jelly spread out to either side of the enormous belly, ending in swollen calves and fat feet.

She kept thinking of the person as 'they' because she couldn't tell what gender they were. They were dressed in an extremely feminine manner: a huge pink dress swathed the vast bulk of the fat person. They wore white women's shoes, clearly oversized but nonetheless very elegant-looking. A pearl necklace was strung around their fat-swathed neck and huge, bulbous chins. Their fingernails were painted soft blue. They had makeup on their hoggish face, soft pink lipstick, warm blush, fluffed up eyelashes. There was a blue bow tied in their short-cut black hair.

And yet... something about them didn't feel like a woman...

"Oh, hello there!" said the person, and the voice was that of a young man. His face's incredible fatness robbed it of most gender-identifying features, but the voice was unmistakable.

"Um... hello there," said the attendant awkwardly.

"This fine young fellow is Shinji Ikari," said the young man pushing the immense wheelchair. Unlike the strange feminine fat boy, this boy was thin and lithe, with pale skin, red eyes, and gray hair. Meanwhile the immense girly obese boy had less-pale skin, short-cut brown hair, and blue eyes. "I am Kaworu Nagisa. We are here to purchase some perfume for him."

"Oh! Well, okay then," said the woman. Now she could be all business, and ignore the weirdness of it all. "Okay, Mr. Ikari, what kind of scent might you be interested in?"

"Hmm," hummed Shinji, his fat face really very absurd and comical with its bulk and its makeup. Shinji had the face of a hog that had been fed a bit too much: his enormous cheeks billowed from around his mouth and gave him permanent dimples, and then sagged into flowing, swelling jowls that made his face very large and loaded with flab. The jowls sagged until they met his chins: three of them, each one bigger than the last, the third looking like some kind of fat pouch as it oozed down between the spread of his large man-breasts. Even his forehead was rather plump, and helped make his eyes appear beady. "I think... I would like something elegant," he said. He lazily puckered his plump lips, an expression that really and truly did make him seem feminine. The woman could guess he was probably homosexual. Maybe even a drag queen, with his getup.

"Well, we have a number of scents under that profile. Let me get you a few," and she retreated into the shop a bit.

Blllbbrrrrrbbbbttt

A large load of turds squirted out of Shinji's anus when she turned her back. His diaper was already full; in fact he had pooped about an hour ago and had sat in his dirty diaper for most of their errands. But clearly his hyperactive bowels needed more release. Shinji settled his 404-kilogram bulk a bit further back in the wheelchair, causing it to creak slightly. His loaded diaper squished up against the back of the wheelchair's seat.

"I think you will like this one," said the woman, reappearing. "It's a rose scent." She sprayed the perfume on a card and handed it to Shinji. "Very refined, very beautiful."

Shinji took the card in his fat fingers. He held it up to his nose; even his nose had broadened and plumped up amid his endless weight gain. "I like it," he said. "Maybe not quite what I'm looking for, though."

Plrbt

Another flow of turds out of him as he handed the card back to the attendant. The woman paused slightly. She thought she could smell... something. Not one of her perfumes, something... worse.

She gazed at the obese crossdresser in the wheelchair. He smiled fatly at her, looking like the most absurd thing she'd ever seen. His fat chins sloshed and he lazily rested his hands on his sloping gut. "Anyway," she said, shaking her head and walking over to a shelf. "I actually do have this. It's lavender-scented."

"Oh! Lavender perfume!" said Shinji with a note of delight. "Like Misato-san used to wear!"

"Uh, ah, sure," said the attendant. She walked over to Shinji, again noting that miasma of some vaguely unpleasant stench that she could not place. It seemed to get stronger when she was closer to him, but she couldn't think of why that would be. She sprayed the perfume onto a card and handed it to Shinji.

Shinji took a whiff. His makeup-clad face rippled as he smiled hugely. "Oh, this has gotta be it! I love it. It's perfect. Smell it, Kaworu-san!" he raised the card up to the thinner boy, who was clearly a caretaker of some kind.

"A wonderful scent, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu. "Not to mention a familiar one."

"It always made Misato-san smell so nice," said Shinji. His lipstick-covered lips stretched in a smile. "It'll make me smell nice, too."

"We will take it," said Kaworu.

"Perfect," said the woman. "Let me just go ring it up for you..."

Bllrrrppptttttt!!

She paused. She thought she had heard something. A kind low, wet billowing sound. Like a fart, but not quite.

She supposed it was just her imagination. She went to go grab the perfume.

Kaworu handed her his credit card, and in no time the perfume was purchased and loaded into a small bag. Shinji took it for himself, fat fingers closing around the handle. He tucked it into the side of the wheelchair, where there was a pouch meant to hold things. "Oh, thank you, ma'am!" he said brightly, smiling happily.

"You are welcome," said the woman. "Have a good day."

Kaworu turned the massive wheelchair around. As Shinji was being steered out of her shop she got one last good look at him: specifically, of his backside. He had an absolutely huge butt. It must have been seven feet wide, and it bulged behind him in an enormous shelf of fat. She had grown up on a ranch and it was still the largest ass she'd ever seen. Shinji's butt was wider than a horse's butt. No, it was wider than two horse's butts, she thought.

PLllrrbbtttt!!

That strange noise again, and she swore the smell got worse. But she couldn't explain it, as the strange, large boy left her shop.

Shinji smiled pleasantly, his hoggish face a picture of delight. "Ohh, Kaworu-san," said Shinji elatedly, "I got my perfume and I've taken an absolutely great poo poo. I feel light as a feather!" He tittered in a very queer laugh. "We're going to have to get some pie or cake now, I'm feeling all cleaned out and need something sweet!"

"Such a good boy," said Kaworu, pushing Shinji along.

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Pub: 31 Oct 2025 06:49 UTC

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