Shinji Ikari smiled. Then, he burped.

"UUURRRRP!!!" he belched loudly. "Buuuaaarrrpppp," he belched more softly and more slowly.

Frt!, came the sharp fart from his anus.

"Mmm, hmm-hmm," he mumbled in a satisfied way, settling back further in his immense bariatric wheelchair. "That Tex-Mex, Kaworu-san... it sure did hit the spot." He lovingly rubbed the slope of his enormous gut.

"You certainly did eat your fill, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu. "That was a large meal even for you."

"Oh, I know," said the gigantic fat boy with a note of pure satisfaction in his voice.

It had been a brand new Tex-Mex restaurant, and Kaworu had taken Shinji there for lunch. Many of the staff were former employees of other restaurants around the neighborhood, so they were all familiar with Shinji and his unusual obesity. He had been placed at a large table and situated to make room for his immense belly. Then, as Kaworu had mentioned, he had eaten quite a large meal indeed. All told, Shinji had consumed six platters of enchiladas, four orders of fajitas, six large bowls of chili con queso with chips, three orders of quesadillas, and five orders of nachos. All washed down with glass after glass of Coke. Shinji's stomach capacity was considerable these days, but it had been quite a lot of food even by his standards, and now, sitting in his immense wheelchair, the former Eva pilot felt a bit stuffed.

Which was a glorious feeling. He loved feeling full. He loved feeling full because he loved the sensation that he had gotten his fill of food. Because he loved to eat, a lot.

Shinji was immense. Some time ago, he had 'plateaued' around 200 kilograms, and that had seemed for a while to be the extent of his weight gain. But Kaworu had pushed him more, increased his appetite, increased his portions, increased his meals. So Shinji had grown, until he had hit a mark of around 300 kilograms, and that, too, had seemed like a place for him to settle. But over the past few months and years Kaworu had pushed him yet more, feeding the boy with more, more, more food and drink. He had used his powers as an Angel to remove the limits on Shinji's appetite and had used his infinite material resources to supply him with everything he could want to eat and every convenience to accommodate his ever-expanding size.

Now? At his last weigh-in Shinji had clocked in at 405 kilograms. He was vast. Bigger around than he was tall, wider than he was tall, too. His enormous belly was so big that his old skinny self could have sat comfortably inside it. His ass was more than two meters wide and bloomed into prominent buttocks the size of beanbag chairs. His pectorals were now huge, fatty boy breasts, swollen into hefty saggers with fat nipples. His thighs were bigger around than bistro tables, his arms were bigger around than the thighs of some lesser fat men.

And his face! A barely-human face. Shinji had the face of a fat pig. His portly cheeks oozed out from around his mouth and gave him permanent dimples, before sagging down into hefty jowls that sloshed when he moved his head. He had one, two, three chins, sagging in hefty wattles of fat between the cleavage of his immense breasts. He looked like a livestock animal. His only remaining traits from when he was skinny were his short-cut brown hair, now comically small atop his fattened head, and his blue eyes, which had grown beady and always seemed aglint with a greedy desire.

They glinted greedily now, as Shinji continued to recall his enormous meal. "All the food..." he said softly, smacking his lips, drumming his fat fingers on his sloping gut. "Num, num, num, such a nice treat. Mmm mmm, Kaworu-san, that truly did hit the spot. We'll have to go again." He smacked his lips, and flecks of drool were visible amid his chins. "There's still more of the menu I have to try. I've gotta go back and eat the whole thing."

They were walking through the park. They were in a somewhat secluded corner of it, where the trees were thick and the shade was dark. Kaworu took note of their sudden isolation. Then he steered Shinji off the path, further into the trees.

"Hmm?" hummed Shinji, broken from his gluttonous reminiscing by his boyfriend's actions.

"I believe you need some pleasure, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, pushing Shinji into a secluded grove of trees. Then he brought the wheelchair to a halt, and walked silkily around to Shinji's wide side. He grabbed the hem of Shinji's floral print muumuu and pulled it up, exposing the vast pale blubber of Shinji's enormous body, his ocean of a belly and his swollen, spreading thighs. His diaper, colored butter yellow, was visible as it swathed his mammoth hips. Now Kaworu reached into the diaper, sinking his slender, pale arm beneath Shinji's swollen stomach.

"Oh. Oh! Ohhhhhh," moaned Shinji as Kaworu dug into the innards of lard around his pelvis. Reaching deep into Shinji's pillowy fupa, Kaworu found his small cock. Less than seven centimeters when fully erect, Shinji's penis was comically small compared to his mammoth body. But Kaworu found it indeed, and he began to stroke it and tug it. Shinji's porcine face flushed, chins sloshing as his face shifted back and forth. Kaworu jerked him off. His penis was soon erect, and Kaworu began to pump it and fondle it, triggering a rush of pleasure all over Shinji's engorged body.

"Not too much longer, I think," said Kaworu, continuing to give his fat pet a handjob.

"Ohhh, Kaworu-san..." huffed Shinji, growing short of breath. "I guess... it's nice how small I am down there... I can fit it all in your hand... ohhh, I love it when you touch me..."

He fidgeted in place, and almost 900 standard pounds of fat former Eva pilot shifted in the wheelchair, causing it to creak somewhat loudly. As his pleasure reached its apex, Shinji again found himself thinking about his last meal. Food and sex were intertwined in Shinji's mind; Kaworu had made sure of that. "Ohh, the tacos... ohh, that queso was so good... mmm mmm mmm the fajitas, the fajitas, ohhh yeahhhhhhhhh..." he slurred as Kaworu brought him to climax. Shinji's microdick erupted, shooting semen all over the front of his huge diaper.

"I trust that was to your liking, my pet," said Kaworu, pulling back his hand covered in semen. He reached around for a packet of kleenex in one of the pockets on the wheelchair, and began to wipe his hand off.

Shinji was drooling a bit. "Mmm mmm Mmmmm," he hummed, smirking with pleasure. He looked even more like a pig in a wig, his fat face an oozing puddle of jowls and chins. Kaworu put his muumuu's hem back down. Shinji drummed his fingers on his belly again. Then he licked his lips. "Say, Kaworu-san... can we go get some cheesecake?"

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Pub: 12 Oct 2025 01:26 UTC

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