Shinji Ikari was eating white cake while wearing a white dress.

"Mnomf," he mumbled as he stuffed more cake into his mouth. The creamy white icing smeared on his dimpled cheeks and his plump lips. A fleck of cake plopped down onto the immense, goiter-like bulge of his third chin.

"Eat," Kaworu Nagisa said, placing more cake in Shinji's reach.

"Mnfm, num num," mumbled Shinji as he forked more bites of cake into his mouth. He was surrounded by cake. White cake with white icing, covering the kitchen table. He wore a white dress, huge to cover his huge body. He was 407 kilograms. He was so incredibly fat. His incredible huge body bulged in all directions. His hips swelled massively to either side. His butt bulged behind him in two massive cheeks. His belly surged in front of him in a mammoth slope. His boobs gave him acres of clevage, into which cake and icing had dripped.

Shinji's fat head oozed and sloshed as he moved it between bites. His short-cut brown hair looked comically small atop the enormous obese bulk of his head, and his fat face was porcine and swollen with its hoggish jowls, with its billowing cheeks, with its rippling chins. The lowest, fattest, heftiest chin, the triple chin, wattled and jiggled as Shinji chewed. He was like an inhuman beast as he ate, his bulk swelling and dripping and oozing, his head and face pie-like and bloated and sagging and swollen. Even his hands were fat, with plump fingers that sometimes struggled to precisely grip utensils. He forked another bite into his mouth. More creamy white icing smeared on his fat cheeks and his fat chins.

"Such a good boy," said Kaworu, petting Shinji's head as he ate.

"MmmHMMMmmm," hummed Shinji, a bite of cake in his mouth. He loved when Kaworu praised him. He couldn't get enough of Kaworu's praise. He couldn't get enough of cake, either. He was so fat he couldn't properly rest his arms at his sides; his swollen upper fat rolls, that wrapped around his torso, prevented him from putting his arms flat against his sides, as did the sheer bulk of his flabby upper arms. As he moved his fork to the cake, over and over, the fat of his upper torso folds rubbed against the fat of his upper arms. Fat fat fat, fat everywhere. Shinji Ikari was overwhelmed with fat. He was stupendously fat. Stupidly fat. He was eaten up with obesity on his body. The old, thin Evangelion pilot had been swallowed up by this stupendous bulk of a fat gay boy.

Brrrrbbtttt

His loose, easy asshole effortlessly leaked out gas. His fat anus lips were easy to part these days, after all the sodomy he'd enjoyed with Kaworu. A big, fat boy with a big, loose sphincter. Easily letting in cake and letting out gas. He was like a special machine that turned cake into farts. And other things, of course.

"Hmm hmm, buuuurrrrppp," belched Shinji lowly, dribbling drool and bits of soupy cake down his fat chins. He was entranced by the eating. Glutting himself had long ago cast a kind of spell on him. Kaworu had helped with that, had trained him, had guided him, had groomed him into the joys of eating a lot. But nowadays Shinji was fully conditioned. He loved to eat. Eating was as good as sex in the pleasure centers of his mind. He put another bite of cake in his mouth and his tiny, shrunken penis pulsed with a spike of arousal. It felt so good to eat. He'd been trained to love eating as much as making love. "Hmm hmm," he burbled with a fatty warble in his lard-swathed throat, feeling the joys and the pleasures of sugar and eating and stuffing his face.

"Look at how good you're doing, Shinji-kun," cooed Kaworu, gesturing across the table. "You've eaten three cakes already. Only six more to go." He leaned into Shinji's flabby bulk of a head, and whispered in his ear. "You have become so much better of a boy than you used to be."

"Mmmnnrrrrmmm," burbled Shinji, leaking drool and cake and icing from the corners of his simpering fat jowls. Kaworu's praise just made him feel even better than he already did. He was overwhelmed with joy and bliss. He loved eating so much. He loved Kaworu. He loved his gluttony and lust and overwhelming pleasure.

Kaworu petted the back of his head, stroking the crown of Shinji's head like he was a particularly well-loved dog. He stroked the large fold of fat at the back of Shinji's neck. "Such a good boy," he said softly. He stroked the space behind Shinji's ear. "I love you, Shinji-kun."

"MMrrnffff," mumbled Shinji, white cake and white icing oozing from his lips as his eyes rolled back into his head. He was absolutely overloaded with feelings of being loved.

hissssssss

He pissed his diaper. He was so overwhelmed with affection and joy that he lost control of his bladder. And he kept eating, as urine flooded into the bariatric diaper he wore. More white cake and white icing passed through his bottomless lips.

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Pub: 23 Dec 2025 08:12 UTC

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