Shinji Ikari's fat body sweated and oozed.

"Hoo," he puffed, shifting his bulk in his bariatric wheelchair. It creaked from the motion of so much weight. Shinji waved a plump hand in front of his face. "It's hot today, Kaworu-san." A trickle of sweat ran down his triple chins.

Kaworu Nagisa, his caretaker and lover, stood next to him. Shinji was actually under a large umbrella. They were gathered outside the outdoor tennis courts attached to their neighborhood's community center. Shinji sat in the shade, taking up most of it with his girth. Kaworu stood in the sunshine. But Kaworu was not sweating. This is because it was mild outside, only about 24 degrees Celsius.

But a warm day could quickly become a hot one for Shinji Ikari, because he was stupendously fat. He currently clocked in at around 405 kilograms, an absolute mountain of flab. His large, baby blue muumuu clung to the folds and rolls of his obese body, putting his buttery bulk on full display. His fat face was swollen and porcine, with large, plump cheeks leading down to heavy, sagging jowls and three large chins, the third of which hung like a goiter between his fat breasts. Those large boobs were like deflated beach balls as they oozed and dolloped to either side, his nipples soft and semi-hard beneath the soft, baby blue fabric. To either side of his moobs, his arms were laden with lard, heavy bags of fat that sagged from his upper arms and over his elbows, to his hamlike forearms and fat hands.

Shinji had a huge belly. A full-grown adult could have sat comfortably inside it; it bulged hugely, ticklike, in front of him, a vast ocean of lard, one huge slope that oozed forward and forward, down and down. Shinji had long ago gotten used to sitting with his legs spread far apart to give his gut room to spread out. Those legs were as big around as semi-truck tires, huge fat thighs that sagged over his kneecaps, leading to bloated calves and fat feet.

BRRPBBTTT!!!

"Mrmn," mumbled Shinji. "All that cheese..."

The fart had erupted from Shinji's mammoth butt. He had a huge ass, more that two meters wide, the biggest butt in California. Each buttock was like a boulder, or a beanbag chair, enormously large and soft and laden with cellulite dimples. His ass jutted behind him in a portly shelf, upon which rested oozing layers of back fat.

Currently all these folds and rolls and droops of fat were wet with sweat. Shinji was sweating up a storm in the 'hot' weather. But he didn't dare leave. Because it was just about time...

"Ohh," breathed Shinji, "here they come."

The wire fence door to the tennis courts opened and a large group of men in their twenties and thirties came in. This was a community tennis club that used the courts for practice every Tuesday and Friday. They were all men of great physical fitness, all of them wearing exercise or athletic clothes.

Shinji breathed out heavily.

"Ohh," he muttered, "look how sexy they are, Kaworu-san."

"Aren't they, Shinji-kun?" asked Kaworu.

BBRRAPPPTT!!

Another fart. He'd been erupting sharp, bassy farts for an hour now, like the quacking of a duck. But he barely noticed. His beady blue eyes were fixated on the men. "Oh," he cooed, "they're so athletic, Kaworu-san." He licked his lips. "Such toned thighs..."

"Imagine them touching you, Shinji-kun."

"Touching me..." huffed Shinji. Sweat ran down his forehead and between his first and second chin. He was feeling hot all over, but not just from the temperature any more. He kneaded his flabby breasts. "All those men... all over me..."

"Touching you, Shinji-kun..." Kaworu leaned low and whispered in his ear. "Feeling your body. Feeling your butthole. Feeling your penis."

"Ohh, my penis..." burbled Shinji. Said penis was currently very erect. Shinji's penis was the only small thing on him: it was a pathetic microdick, less than seven centimeters when fully erect. Buried deep in his lard, it was now very hard indeed. Shinji's heart was beating hard. He was sweating even more.

"Imagine them touching you, Shinji-kun."

"Oh, oh, oh..." Shinji's hands drifted down his belly slope, old muscle memory directing him to reach for his penis, even though he'd lost the ability to reach it years ago.

PRRRBBTTT!!

He farted wetly and sloppily.

"Touching me..." Shinji was panting, sputtering for air, as he continued to gaze erotically at the tennis players. "Touching me..."

"Imagine them kissing you."

"Kissing... kissing..." Shinji breathed hard, in and out, and put a fat hand to his chest. "Kissing me... ohh, kissing me..."

"Shinji-kun."

Shinji at last tore his eyes from the tennis players and turned to the side. Kaworu had leaned in, and his pale, lean face was right in front of Shinji. His red eyes gleamed. He smiled.

"Shinji-kun," Kaworu said again. Then he leaned in.

"Ohh... Kaworu-san..." breathed Shinji passionately as Kaworu leaned in and kissed him. Sweat oozed down Shinji's fat face as he opened his mouth wide, and allowed Kaworu to kiss him deeply, allowed Kaworu to stick his tongue in, allowed Kaworu to press into his soft bulk and deepen the kiss. Shinji sat there, huge, fat, gay, sweating, and submitted fully to Kaworu's kiss. He was incredibly happy.

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Pub: 18 Jan 2026 01:12 UTC

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