Shinji Ikari's tiny penis twitched deep within his fat.

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"Ah," sighed Shinji, plump face oozing into a smile as he urinated. He was sitting in his enormous bariatric wheelchair at the park. Kaworu had taken him out to get some air. It was a pleasant spring day, not to hot but not too cold.

This was especially nice, because Shinji was so comically fat that when the day got too hot, it killed him. The former pilot of Unit-01 currently tipped the scales at a colossal 346 kilograms, an enormous bloated blob of a boy. His gigantic body was oozing and turgid and vast, his giant belly jutting far in front of him as he sat, his ponderous boy boobs lolling down the slope of it like sacks of milk. Behind him his vast ass jutted back and out, a very, very big butt on which his meaty slabs of back fat rested like stacked hams. His colossal legs were so hefty and lardy that he could barely walk any more, and he didn't really walk much as a matter of fact.

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Shinji continued to pee himself. His fat pelvic mass was swathed in a gigantic bariatric diaper. Over this, he wore a muumuu, a huge tent-sized dress. The one today was green with white flowers on it. His nails were painted white, and he wore a necklace of white pearls. Kaworu had convinced him that he looked good in women's clothing at his size, and Shinji believed it. He trusted everything Kaworu said. He relied on Kaworu for almost every facet of his life, from his mobility to his dress to his hygiene to his meals. The big, fat, gay boy was completely helpless and totally dependent on his Angel caretaker. And Shinji wouldn't have it any other way.

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"Mmm," he hummed, his fat face making a bemused expression. A wet fart had just emptied into the back of his diaper. And soon after

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"Ahhh," he sighed contentedly as a heavy, oozing flow of soupy feces came out of him. Shinji's love of gay sex had rendered him completely incontinent, unable to control his bowels or sphincter. And he was such a voracious eater that his body produced a lot of poop throughout the day. Right now, Shinji reasoned he was probably pooping off breakfast. It was just about time for that morning feast to finish its journey through him.

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"Oh ho, look at you go," said Shinji, wiggling his chubby fingers and glancing down at his vast midsection. He was absolutely loading up his diaper, filling it with quite a large bowel movement. Shinji didn't mind. This was just part of his life, now. He'd long ago gotten used to being both incredibly fat and completely incontinent. He patted his huge gut. "Any more?"

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There was indeed more. Shinji smacked his lips. He was starting to feel hungry. He always felt peckish after taking a shit. He had last eaten less than an hour ago, but the big boy was used to stuffing his face from waking to sleeping every day. Kaworu had conditioned him to have an almost constant desire for food. And at his size it took a lot of eating to satisfy him anyway.

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"Hoo, careful," he mumbled, stroking the swell of his gut. "You're going to burst that diaper, and then Kaworu-san will have to do so much work cleaning me up."

"A labor of love, Shinji-kun, I can assure you."

"Kaworu-san!" said Shinji, delighted, turning towards the voice. The red-eyed visage of his boyfriend smiled down at him from the right. "I'm so glad you're here. I'm hungry! Let's get, mmm, a little snack."

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"Are you finished defecating, Shinji-kun?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Shinji, waving a hand in his direction. "The last of it just came out, I think." He wallowed where he sat, shifting in his own feces like a pig in a pen. He licked his lips and smacked them. "Oh, please, Kaworu-san, let's get some food. I'm, oooh, so in the mood for a snack."

"Of course, my pet," said Kaworu. He stroked Shinji's head, petting him like a dog. Shinji whimpered in delight. "What sort of food might you be in the mood for?"

"Hmmm," he put a fat finger to his bloated face. "Burritos, I think. I want a whole bucket full of them. Six, seven, eight burritos, that would do the trick. Oh! And some tacos to go with them."

"We'll go to El Jarisco's then, it's not far." With that, Kaworu moved behind Shinji. He grabbed the sturdy handles of the enormous wheelchair, and with his incredible Angel strength, he began to push the colossal boy forward. They left the shade of the tree and moved onto the sidewalk, then turned and started to head north.

"Hmm hmm, I'm going to eat so much," said Shinji, smiling, licking his lips. "I do always need something after a poo poo. I feel so... so empty, and I need to be filled up." He settled comfortably back in the padded seat of the wheelchair, squishing the load of turds in his diaper up against his cellulite-covered buttocks. "Mmm, we might need to get ten burritos. Or eleven!"

"As many as you want, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, patting the lardy shoulder of the giant fat boy.

Shinji licked his lips and wiggled his fingers, his beady blue eyes glinting greedily. "Oh, hoho, such a treat, such a treat, mmm yum yum, I do always need treats." He rubbed the enormous swell of his giant gut. "Filling my belly, there's nothing better." He blushed, and gazed over his shoulder. "Except maybe when you make love to me, Kaworu-san."

"Your pleasures are neverending, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, leaning down. He kissed Shinji on the cheek. Shinji cooed in delight. "We must never let you have any of your wants withheld."

"Ahh, my life is so good, and it's all thanks to you." His fat face rippled as he made an expression. "Oh, Kaworu-san, we should probably sit inside to eat. You know that when I sit in the sun with a full diaper the smell starts to get really strong."

"Indeed, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, continuing to push him along. "Indeed."

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Pub: 23 Feb 2025 08:00 UTC

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