Shinji Ikari's blubber was bathed in buttery yellow.

He was sitting at a cafe with Kaworu Nagisa, his owner and boyfriend. As usual, Shinji was having something to eat, and something to drink, as well. He was guzzling down an extra-large strawberry bubble tea and eating several different desserts at once. An apple tart, a cheesecake slice, a chocolate peanut butter bar, and a brownie with caramel drizzle were arrayed on the table before him, and the big, fat boy was gleefully mowing through them, plump fingers expertly forking bites into his ever-chewing mouth.

Shinji currently weighed 407 kilograms. A stupendously fat person. The former pilot of Unit-01 had become gargantuan, currently weighing more than nine times as much as he originally had when Kaworu had stolen him away from Tokyo-3. Kaworu had fed and groomed and pampered Shinji into the livestock-sized behemoth he had become.

He was so fat that he couldn't walk any more, and Kaworu wheeled him everywhere in an immense, reinforced bariatric wheelchair. Shinji lounged in his special seat, his gigantic ass filling it to the limit, his huge thighs spreading out across its expanse, his enormous belly sagging across the special padded platform custom-built to hold it. Atop his gut, his large boy breasts bloomed to either side of his belly's slope. His arms, as thick as Kaworu's two legs put together, sloshed and oozed as he continued the motion of drinking his tea and eating his treats.

"Num num num," burbled the fatty boy as he forked more dessert into his mouth. Shinji's face and head had become unrecognizable with all his fat. His portly cheeks were bloated and swollen, blossoming out wide and then sagging down to form hefty, wattling jowls. In between the pouchlike swells of his fat jowls, his triple chins sagged and bloated. His third chin was especially fat and blubbery, drooping like a goiter into the empty space between his moobs. His short-cut brown hair was very small atop the plumpness of his head, and his cheeks, along with his forehead fat, had made his blue eyes beady.

Those blue eyes finally drifted up from his eating, and he saw Kaworu smiling at him from across the table, red eyes intently staring. "Urrp," he belched in his throat. "Mmrn, hmm, Kaworu-san," he gurgled, "what is it?" His voice had become thick and wattly, a true fat boy's voice. He daintily took his napkin and dabbed his plump lips.

Kaworu smiled. "I'm just thinking, Shinji-kun... how beautiful you are."

Shinji's porcine cheeks flushed red. "O-Oh, Kaworu-san..." he smiled, and fluttered his dark eyelashes. "I'm so happy you think so."

"Especially today. This new muumuu... I think yellow is a good color for you, Shinji-kun."

Shinji wore muumuus these days, huge flowing dresses; he was simply too fat for pants. More than that, Kaworu had gradually encouraged him to embrace a more feminine appearance, and to delight in girlish behavior. So, Shinji was currently dressed like a woman. His muumuu today was butter yellow, soft and sweet and baby-ish. It draped his bulk and was like a soft splash of sunshine across his huge size.

Kaworu had accessorized Shinji with white and gold. He was wearing white high heels, in bariatric sizes, of course. Shinji wore gold rings on the fingers of both hands, one of which had a large diamond. Around his neck he wore a diamond necklace. Atop his head, he wore a gold tiara studded with pearls. A white Prada purse was nestled against his belly in the wheelchair.

Kaworu had also done Shinji's makeup in gold and white. Shinji often wore makeup these days; Kaworu had encouraged him to embrace it. His eye shadow was gold, glinting and metallic. Kaworu had rubbed some faint gold blush into Shinji's enormous, fattened cheeks. And his lipstick was bright white. His fingernails were painted white as well; Kaworu had taken him to the nail salon to get them done a few days ago.

Shinji smiled, his fat white lips curling as his jowls oozed. "Oh, Kaworu-san, I thought so too! When I looked in the mirror today, after you'd done me up... I thought I looked great!"

"Look, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, pointing off to the left. "Look, see yourself again."

Shinji gazed off to the left. The main window of the cafe was unusually reflective, allowing him to use it as a mirror. And they were close enough to it that he could see himself in detail.

He looked like a fat queen. A fat drag queen, to be precise. His makeup was actually rather garish, and his jewelry, though featuring expensive gems and gold, had the look of costume jewelry, a bit. He swelled and oozed, enormous in size, topped by a fat face that looked more like a farm animal's than a human's.

But what did Shinji himself think?

He put a fat hand to his chest, fingers sinking into the blubber of his breast. "Oh," he sighed, "I do look... so good."

"Look at him, Shinji-kun," cooed Kaworu, reaching out and tenderly touching Shinji's other hand. "Look at that beautiful fat boy in the mirror."

"Beautiful..." he shifted in the wheelchair, causing it to creak from the movement of so much weight. "Beautiful..." he sighed with happiness. "I look beautiful, Kaworu-san... I feel beautiful, too."

"A big, beautiful boy."

"Big and... beautiful," Shinji said with a sigh.

"And you must get bigger, Shinji-kun. You must get bigger, so you'll be even more beautiful."

"More beautiful..." Shinji cooed. He sipped his bubble tea. He forked cheesecake into his mouth. "Mnfm," he mumbled as he chewed, "gotta get, burrrrp, bigger..."

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Pub: 03 Apr 2026 08:22 UTC

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