Shinji smiled placidly, and laid his hands on his enormous belly. "Mmmm," he hummed. He leaned back in the bariatric wheelchair. "That was--hic--such a good meal."

"You certainly ate all of it, Shinji-kun," said Ritsuko. "I still get impressed by your capacity. Polishing off six pasta dishes and four baskets of bread?" She smiled, and leaned over, and now it was her turn to stroke the enormous gut. "I'd ask where you put it all, but you do a good job showing that off."

"He does indeed," said Kaworu, smiling on Shinji's other side.

The three of them laughed. They were at an Italian restaurant in the neighborhood, one that Shinji and Kaworu had frequently visited as Shinji had been fattened up. The staff was familiar with them, and completely familiar with what had become the extreme demands of Shinji's size and appetite. Ritsuko and Kaworu were sitting in chairs on either side of Shinji, whose wheelchair had been pushed up to the table.

The big boy leaned back in his cushioned seat, basking in the glow of being full. He was so incredibly fat. Shinji was vastly bigger around than he was tall, an enormous blob of a boy whose belly jutted out far in front of him as he sat, forcing his big, blubbery thighs to spread apart to make room for the gut. It was a gut that Shinji's old self, his skinny self, could have comfortably sat inside. On top of the belly, Shinji's giant boy boobs lolled to either side of the belly's slope. They were big pillows of fat, sacks of lard that had plump nipples that often poked out from the fabric of Shinji's muumuu. Yes, Shinji wore an enormous dress, today soft pink with a floral print. He was so big around that pants were out of the question; none of them could have fastened around his hippo-sized waist.

Frrrrttttttt

"Mmmmm," mumbled Shinji, shifting in the wheelchair and making it creak. His giant ass was almost as big as his belly. Each butt cheek was the size of a beanbag chair, and they oozed behind Shinji, forming a broad, deep shelf ass upon which his slabs of back fat rested. The meaty folds of back fat ran up to his fat arms, which were bigger than the thighs and legs of many thinner men. They led to his enormous fat face. Bloated and hoggish, Shinji's blubbery jowls rippled as he worked his mouth, leading down to one, two, three chins, the third of which was an enormous fat wattle that gave him a wide, rounded jawline. Shinji looked like a pig in a wig. His short brown hair was comically tiny on top of the big fat face, and his blue eyes were beady.

With a glint of delight the beady blue eyes peered to his left. "Ah, Doctor Akagi," said Shinji, licking his lips, "I notice you have, mmm, some of your ravioli left. Are you," he drummed his hand on his belly, picking up the fork with his other hand, "are you going to eat that?"

"Have it, big boy," said Ritsuko with a smile, passing her plate to him. With a delighted cooing noise Shinji scooted the plate closer to him and began to fork the pastas into his mouth. Red sauce dribbled down the permanent dimples he had, courtesy of his cheeks and jowls.

"We can order more pasta, Shinji-kun. You know that," said Kaworu, tenderly stroking Shinji's chubby hand.

"Mmm, I may want that," said Shinji, making short work of the rest of Ritsuko's ravioli. "I may be, hmm hmm, still hungry."

"You are a growing boy, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, happily patting the enormous boy's enormous belly. "If more pasta is what you want, more pasta is what you will get."

"Oh, goody, goody," said Shinji, popping the last of the ravioli in his mouth. "Kaworu-san, mmm, please go order me some more of everything."

"At once," said Kaworu, rising from his seat. The lithe, thin form of the Angel got up from his seat and wended off into the restaurant.

"Mmm," mumbled Shinji, setting his fork down again. He leaned back, again basking in the feeling of so much good food in his tummy. He had grown to love everything about eating, including the feeling of being full. He was in a state of pure bliss, feeling the comfortable weight of food inside him and the pleasant anticipation of even more food coming to join it. Food, food, food--the former Eva pilot lived to eat.

He became aware of a building knot of pressure deep in the depths of his great body. He made a soft smile, and his hands folded themselves on his belly. The knot of pressure grew, and grew, and built, moving of its own accord. It reached his back end--

Plrrbbll... BLRBT.... Prrbblll...

"Mmmm," moaned Shinji, feeling himself begin to empty. "I did need... to go poo poo." A particularly heavy flow of turds emptied themselves out of him, into the back of his huge bariatric diaper. "Ohh, this way I'll be able to eat more!"

Ritsuko sniffed. Shinji's diaper, and the perfume he wore, helped cover up some of the smell of his feces. Some, but not all. She watched the huge fat boy make his somewhat comical expressions as he continued to shit himself. She watched, bemused, as the former Eva pilot was soon wallowing in his own turds, sitting in a huge load of poop filling up the back of his diaper. She could smell the smell getting worse, and even hear the workings of Shinji's excretory system. Shinji Ikari was taking a whopper of a shit. Shinji Ikari was pooping a whole lot. It wasn't really surprising, given how much he ate.

But she still put her hand on his shoulder, and when he looked her way she said, "Shinji-kun, are you... comfortable? Being incontinent? Having no control of your bowels, sphincter, and anus?"

"Oh, it's no trouble, Doctor Akagi," said Shinji, waving a fat hand at her. "I'm really used to it by now. With my diapers it's not a bother at all."

PLlurplPL!

"Oooh, that's a big flow," said Shinji, fat face making a funny expression as Ritsuko saw his enormous bottom area visibly expand backwards.

"Shinji, I know that you've become incontinent because of how often you and Nagisa have anal sex. He says the fatter you've gotten the more you've wanted him to sodomize you."

"Oh, of course, Doctor Akagi!" said Shinji with a happy smile. "It's like, oh, I don't know how to describe it, but as I've gotten bigger I've gotten more... more lustful. I just have, oooh, such a craving for sex!" His fat face blushed a bit. "I wish I were having sex right now, honestly. I'm not sure if, right now, I'd rather be eating, or... or fucking!"

"Shinji-kun, I know that it's probably pointless given how far gone you are... in multiple respects," and Ritsuko stroked the fat boy's giant thigh, "but there are surgical procedures that can be performed, which could restore some of your bowel functionality. Maybe even all of it. It would be difficult at your size, but even so, I might be able to arrange it."

Shinji eyed Doctor Akagi. The beady blue gaze stared at her intently for a minute.

Sppplllrrtt

"Ohh, that was wet," said Shinji, glancing over his shoulder down at his huge buttocks area. "Anyway, thanks for the offer, Doctor Akagi, but I just don't feel the need. I'm perfectly happy like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's like," Shinji blushed, "when I'm this way... so fat... a-and pooping without control, without warning... I feel so dependent. Kaworu-san really is vital to me. I wouldn't... I couldn't survive, without him." Shinji blushed even more, and smiled prettily. "And I love that. I love depending on Kaworu-san. I can stop worrying about anything... and leave everything to him. It's perfect. I wouldn't want to live any other way."

Pllrrt

"Here you are, my pet," said Kaworu, reappearing. He set three pasta dishes down in front of Shinji: spaghetti with meatballs, baked ziti, and rigatoni with vodka sauce. "Dig in. Eat more. Eat all you want."

"Oh, boy!" said Shinji, grabbing his fork and leaning forward again. "Ohgm," he mumbled in delight as more pasta filled his mouth. He began to eat rapidly, as if his bowel movement had renewed his ravenous hunger from earlier.

Ritsuko watched Shinji eat, as Kaworu doted on him and got him more soda. She reached her hand around to the back of the huge body of Shinji. She rubbed the vast left buttock, swathed in the padded bariatric diaper. It was warm. The soupy mound of feces had not yet turned cold and mushy. Ritsuko poked a finger into the muumuu, into the diaper. She felt the squish of the poop.

"Well, okay then," she said, and shrugged.

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Pub: 09 Nov 2024 06:01 UTC

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