Shinji Ikari was an immense hog.

"Mnmf," he mumbled as he forked another bite of cake into his mouth. It was yellow cake with strawberry icing. The flavor had become his favorite. His plump lips and piggish jowls were stained pink from the icing around his mouth. "Buuuuurrpp," he softly belched.

Frrrrtttttt, he softly farted.

He was at the bakery, eating his way through a table of desserts. His huge bulk oozed and swelled in the midst of his bariatric wheelchair. He was wearing a pink muumuu, almost the same pink as the icing on the cake. Its vast swaths of fabric expanded over his gelatinous bulk. Shinji weighed 406 kilograms. He was a colossal fat pig.

"Nmm, nmm."

Eating and eating and eating. This was his third cake; he'd already eaten two whole ones. He was sitting at a special table that had a half-circle carved out of it, specifically to make room for his enormous belly. He was a huge pink blob, his belly vast and deep, his hips wide and billowing, his ass huge and spreading, his breasts large and fat. His hoggish face was swollen with fat, and looked more like an animal's than a human's. He leaned forward, and his enormous triple chin sagged into the gulf between his huge, plump boy boobs. He forked another bite into his mouth.

"Mmm, hmm hmm," he hummed fatly as he stuck a finger onto the cake platter. He swiped up a glob of cake and icing that had been left behind as he'd eaten his way through the cake proper. He swiped up the oozing mixture of stray cake bits and pink icing and stuck them into his mouth. More icing was smeared on his lips. His fork raised up and he resumed prying off bites.

"Yo, Shinji!"

"Hmm?" he hummed, and raised his blue eyes. "Oh, h-hey, Mason," he said, feeling his heart flutter.

Mason was one of the people who worked at the bakery. He was a young man in his twenties. He was very handsome, and in very good physical shape; his toned form was a notable contrast with Shinji's billowing blubber. Shinji smacked his lips as his beady blue eyes looked over Mason's form. Shinji was very gay in addition to being very fat, and Mason had been a subject of his erotic fantasies for months now. He'd had wet dreams of the young man touching him and giving him anal sex. He looked at Mason's crotch now. He'd always assumed he had a big penis, but he'd never seen it for himself. He wanted Mason to have a big penis. He wanted it to be a big dick. Shinji loved big dicks. Kaworu grew his penis to huge sizes these days to satisfy Shinji. The former pilot of Unit-01 thoroughly enjoyed sodomy, and with the largest phalluses he could get.

"Shinji?"

"O-Oh!" burbled Shinji, putting a plump hand on his enormous gut. He tried to settle his arousal and focus on the matter at hand. "Hoo hoo, Mason, yes, what is it?"

"You want anything else? Kaworu said he'd pay for everything when he got back and said to get you whatever you want. So how bout it, big boy? Anything else in the display case catch your eye?"

Shinji's guts gurgled.

He licked his lips.

"Hmm hmm... how about that key lime pie?" Shinji asked, waving a plump hand towards the display case at the front of the bakery. "I wasn't sure I'd want it when Kaworu rolled me in here, but, oooh, I do think it would..." he licked his lips again, "hit the spot."

"You got it, big dog."

Mason turned and walked off to get the pie. Shinji smiled smugly. He felt so good. He felt so right. It was so perfect, his current life. Being so fat and so gay made him happier than he'd ever been. He couldn't believe the life Kaworu had put him into. He was the luckiest boy in the world.

Frrrrtttttt

He farted softly again. "Num num," mumbled the fat pig of a boy, as he began eating cake again.

As the afternoon sun dipped lower outside the bakery window, Shinji leaned back in his chair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The faint scent of lingering cake and sweet icing still clung to him, a testament to the indulgent feast he had just enjoyed. His belly, heavy and warm, rested comfortably against the soft fabric of his muumuu, a symbol of the life he now cherished.

Mason returned with the key lime pie, placing it gently on the table. Shinji's eyes widened with anticipation, a familiar hunger stirring within him. The moments of carefree gluttony had become a ritual, a way to feel loved and complete in Kaworu’s presence. Every bite, every touch, every whispered word deepened their bond, blurring the lines between desire and devotion.

Later, as twilight cast a gentle glow over their sanctuary, Shinji found himself on the bed, wrapped in Kaworu’s tender embrace. The warmth of Kaworu’s lips on his own, the gentle caress of his hand across his plush body—all of it reaffirmed the unbreakable connection they shared. Shinji’s mind drifted in blissful surrender, his heart swelling with happiness.

In this quiet, intimate space, the boundaries of time seemed to melt away. The past and present intertwined, leading them seamlessly from the carefree indulgence of the bakery to the tender intimacy of their love. Shinji knew that with Kaworu by his side, he had found his true happiness—an eternal moment of devotion, pleasure, and belonging.

And so, as their desires intertwined and their passion ignited anew, the story continued—a journey of love, obsession, and surrender that would carry them into the endless night.

Shinji's fat chins folded over themselves as he puckered his lips. "Oh," he cooed, "kiss me, Kaworu-san."

Kaworu looked at the fat blob on the bed. He stroked Shinji's enormous left breast. "Of course, my pet," he said softly, leaning in to the hoggish face of the former Eva pilot.

"Mnmm," mumbled Shinji, eyes fluttering closed as Kaworu's lips met his own. Kaworu stroked Shinji's sensitive belly fat. Shinji sighed in pleasure. Kaworu inserted his tongue into Shinji's mouth. Shinji made a noise of approval deep in his flabby throat.

Kaworu kissed his fat pet. All 406 kilograms of Shinji Ikari sat naked on the bed as Kaworu kissed him. The big, fat, gay boy was in bliss right now. He felt so much joy and pleasure in his life these days. He loved when he got to stuff his face with food. He loved when Kaworu would sodomize him. He loved when he got to wear beautiful dresses and jewelry and makeup. But sometimes, the simple pleasure of a makeout session with his boyfriend and owner was all the happiness he required.

Their lips parted. "Have another doughnut," said Kaworu, reaching for the box on the bed. He picked up a cherry-iced doughnut with sprinkles. Cooing in pleasure, Shinji parted his lips invitingly, and Kaworu tenderly hand-fed him, Shinji enjoying the erotic thrill of every carefully-delivered bite. Of course, if he'd been of a mind to do it, the gluttonous hog of a boy could have finished that doughnut in less than a minute. But not now. Not this time. Now was time for a different sort of satisfaction.

As Kaworu fed Shinji the doughnut, he fondled Shinji's vast left nipple. The huge obese boy had very large man-breasts, vast titties the size of deflated beach balls, even bigger, really. They had soft, swollen nipples, and Kaworu played with one of them now, sending thrills up Shinji's spine as he was fed. His nipples were very sensitive and always made him feel horny when they were played with.

"Such a good boy," whispered Kaworu, feeding Shinji bite after bite. Shinji chewed carefully and obediently, never daring to reach for more of the doughnut than what Kaworu directly presented him. Kaworu was in control. Shinji was utterly submissive.

Finally, one bite was left. Kaworu looked down at Shinji. Shinji smiled, and lolled out his tongue, mouth open wide. Kaworu popped the bite of doughnut into his waiting maw. Shinji chewed, and swallowed.

"Buuuurrrrppp," belched the behemoth boy slowly and lowly. He licked his lips, searching out the stray flecks of sugar.

"What a fine belly you have," said Kaworu, tenderly patting the gigantic gut. Kaworu could have sat down inside the huge expanse of belly that Shinji possessed. Shinji's gigantic body took up more than half the bed. He truly was enormous.

"Ohh, Kaworu-san..." whispered Shinji. He put a plump hand on the slope of his gut. "This belly... you built it. My body..." he sighed, and rubbed his gut as his eyes slid closed. "My body is your creation."

"My creation, and my possession," whispered Kaworu. "Your body, Shinji-kun... it belongs to me."

"Ohh, yes," said Shinij with a soft sigh. Kaworu stroked Shinji's enormous third chin, which hung down between the large boy breasts like a pouch of fat on a livestock animal. "Mrrrmmmm," he burbled, as Kaworu petted him, stroking his breasts, stroking his big, soft slabs of back fat. He loved it when Kaworu touched him all over. "Ohhh," moaned the gelatinous fat boy.

Creak

The bed creaked heavily as Shinji shifted his bulk atop it. He was so fat and so weak that he could barely move any more, and certainly could not walk under his own power. But he could fidget, and when you were as large as Shinji Ikari, a fidget could do a lot.

Kaworu played with his belly button, sticking his fingers in. Shinji's belly button was so deep that Kaworu's fingers went in to the knuckle.

"Ohh, Kaworu..." moaned Shinji, blue eyes waxy with lust. "I want you inside me so badly." He played with his own breasts, tugging at his large nipples. "Your dick... ohh, your dick..." memories of a thousand sodomies slid through his mind, each one better than the last. The fat boy's jowls rippled as he puffed out a breath. "I want to take your dick so bad, Kaworu-san."

"I'm sure you do, my pet," said Kaworu. "And it will come. Later." Kaworu stroked Shinji's right breast reassuringly, and Shinji tingled at the touch. "In the meantime..." he reached for the box, and returned holding a cherry-filled doughnut. "Why don't you have another doughnut."

Shinji's porcine face oozed in a smile. He opened his mouth wide. "Feed me," he whispered.

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Pub: 08 Dec 2025 06:37 UTC

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