Shinji Ikari's belly led the way into the bakery as Kaworu Nagisa pushed him inside. His fat face rippled as he licked his lips. "Oh," he cheered, "there's so much to eat!"

The former pilot of Unit-01 had expanded into truly gigantic sizes. The last time Kaworu had weighed Shinji, using a livestock scale, Shinji had clocked in at 372 kilograms. A vast, fat boy. Bigger than big. Kaworu had recently gotten a new bariatric wheelchair in a larger size, because Shinji had outgrown the previous one. The billowing blob of a boy gurgled in delight as he felt himself ooze throughout the chair, from the sofa-sized seat itself to the bed-sized pad in the front to hold up his belly. It was so nice not to be pinched any more, like he was with the old chair. Shinji's triple chins sagged enormously as he approached the glass casing holding all the delectable desserts. His belly churned.

FRRRTT!

"Hoo hoo, stinky," Shinji said, playfully noting his own fart.

"Hello, Shinji," said Ms. Richardson, the usual bakery store owner, coming in from the back.

"Ohoho, hello there, Ms. Richardson!" said Shinji, waving a plump hand. His arm fat wobbled as he moved it.

"We are, as you might imagine, here for some dessert," said Kaworu. He stroked Shinji's shoulder, making Shinji moan in delight from the touch. "We have just been to the local pizza parlor, and my precious boy felt the need for some dessert after all that cheese and meat."

"I have some room in my belly!" said Shinji, proudly patting his monstrous gut. Shinji had a belly the size of some ride-on lawnmowers. An ocean of lard, a huge bag of blubber that oozed in front of him on the wheelchair. Shinji was not lying about having room. The big boy had eaten five large pizzas, but he was absolutely in the mood for dessert.

"Well, I'm busy in the back dealing with a catering order," said Ms. Richardson. "Mason here will take care of you."

"Hey, guys," said Mason, walking up. "I'm new. The name's Mason."

"I am Kaworu Nagisa," said Kaworu, stepping forward and shaking Mason's hand. "This large lad is my boyfriend, Shinji Ikari."

"O-Oh," mumbled Shinji, gazing up at Mason from where he sat in the wheelchair. Mason was tall, with tanned skin, and seemed fit and muscular. He was also handsome. Shinji licked his lips, but this time, not out of desire for dessert. Mason was probably in his early twenties, and he was a very good-looking young man.

"Dude, you're the biggest guy I've ever seen!" said Mason, gazing in wonder at the tremendous fat boy. "That's so cool. You're like large and in charge." He smiled at Shinji.

Shinji blushed furiously. "O-Oh, well... I am large, that's definitely true." Deep within his enormous body, buried in all his lard, his tiny penis stiffened. Mason was warm and inviting, in addition to being pleasant to look at. Shinji felt himself getting aroused.

"Shinji is very proud of how fat he is," said Kaworu with a smile. "Isn't that right, Shinji-kun?"

"Y-Yeah... yeah," said Shinji, recovering his nerve some. He proudly put his fat hands on his enormous hips. He looked very ridiculous, actually. "Kaworu-san... he says bigger is better, and that's me!"

"Absolutely, dude! Bigger is definitely better! You look great," said Mason, laughing and smiling. Now Shinji really couldn't stop himself from blushing. "So what'll it be, big boy?"

"Oh!" said Shinji. He gazed back to the shelves of desserts, and his gluttony now bubbled up past his lust. "Well then," he licked his lips, his fat face billowing with piggish anticipation. "I'm gonna have... can I have that key lime pie in there?"

"The whole pie?" Mason asked.

"Y-Yep," said Shinji, his sinful desires overflowing in him as he gazed from the desserts to Mason. "O-Oh... and oooh, is that a chocolate cream cake I see?"

"Yeah. You want that too?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely!" said Shinji. Mason smiled at him. Shinji stifled a moan and bit his lip. This young man was really getting to him. "I'll take a slice of carrot cake, too." He made a very deep fat man's grunt and patted his belly. "Just for variety's sake."

"You got it, duder," said Mason. "That'll be $65.21."

Kaworu smiled, and followed Mason to the bakery counter, where he pulled out his credit card and paid. Shinji was drooling in anticipation of the desserts to come, but also, if he was honest, watching Mason move around as he began to retrieve the treats from the transparent glass casings. Kaworu wheeled him over to Shinji's special table. It had a cutout in it to fit his belly; Kaworu and Shinji had been coming here for a while, and they were such good customers that the bakery had made accommodations for the former Eva pilot's voluminous girth.

Kaworu smiled as he walked over to Shinji. He took an enormous cloth napkin, and tucked it into the collar of Shinji's muumuu, making it resemble a bib. He handed Shinji a fork. Then he gazed into Shinji's fat face. He followed the big boy's beady blue eyes where they were moving, watching Mason behind the counter. Shinji then looked at Kaworu. Kaworu grinned. "The employee helping us out is certainly handsome... is he not, Shinji-kun?"

"Oh, um... o-oh..." mumbled Shinji.

Kaworu leaned in close to Shinji's ear. "Come, my pet. I know how well I have groomed you into liking other men. I am certainly not surprised at your reaction to a young man like that."

"Ohhh, Kaworu-san..." moaned Shinji. He smiled with an ooze of his fat face. "He is... he looks so good." Shinji hissed a whisper: "I bet his penis is really big."

"Imagine if it was inside you, Shinji-kun."

"Ohhh, yes..." hissed the gay fat boy, billowing cheeks flushing red.

"Here you guys go!" said Mason, coming over with the desserts. He set the pie and the cake and the slice of carrot cake in front of Shinji. He smiled down at the stupidly large fat boy. "Hope you enjoy, big boy. Large and in charge, right?" Then he walked back to the counter.

"Ohmg," mumbled Shinji as he took his fork and pried a bite out of the cake. He put it to his lips and swallowed. His blue eyes sparkled with pleasure. "So good," he mumbled. He took another bite. "Mfmf," he burbled as he took a bite of the pie next. It was as good as the cake. "Nom, nom, monm, nmn," he made little noises to himself as he began to really eat, picking up speed as he greedily stuffed more bites into his mouth.

The huge influx of sugar only enhanced Shinji's arousal. As he ate his way through his enormous dessert, Shinji kept his eyes on Mason, working behind the bakery's counter. With each sugary bite the former pilot of Unit-01 let a new fantasy play itself across his mind. Mason hand-feeding him cake. Mason squirting whipped cream down his throat. Mason giving him a handjob. Mason fucking him in the ass. Shinji Ikari was having vivid gay fantasies of the serving boy, his miniscule penis getting harder and harder as he imagined himself turned into Mason's plaything. His erotic daydreams stimulated his appetite; the gayer his thoughts became, the faster he ate. In no time half the pie and half the cake were both gone, and the carrot cake slice had disappeared down his throat long ago. As discretely as possible, Shinji began to play with the nipples of his blubbery boy boobs.

Kaworu stood by placidly, smiling at his toy's clear affection. This was entirely within his designs. He had gone out of his way to groom Shinji into becoming completely homosexual. Just as Shinji had started out extremely thin, Shinji had also started out largely straight, with his fixation on Kaworu his only real deviation from a general heterosexuality. But as Kaworu had fed and fed Shinji, he had also guided and directed Shinji into having exclusively homosexual thoughts and desires. Shinji was not only a scale-tipping behemoth these days, he was the faggiest it was possible to be. Shinji had even suggested that Kaworu take him to a Pride parade a few weeks ago. He was fat, fat, fat, and gay, gay, gay.

"Ohh, I want him," moaned Shinji, mouth full of cake. His fat face had smears of chocolate and icing on it.

Kaworu leaned in close. "Imagine how good it would feel, Shinji-kun," Kaworu whispered in his ear. "Imagine how good it would feel, for him to touch you." Kaworu stroked Shinji's hand as he said this.

"To touch me," Shinji repeated, lazily chewing a bite of pie as the mental images grew sharper.

"To touch you, Shinji-kun," whispered Kaworu. He petted Shinji on the belly. "Imagine him touching your belly. Imagine him touching your breasts. Imagine him touching your buttocks."

"Ohh, touch me," moaned Shinji, face flushed completely red as he crammed a huge bite of cake into his mouth. He chewed sloppily, icing smearing all over his dimpled cheeks.

Kaworu leaned in, and hissed into his ear: "Imagine him touching your penis."

"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Shinji, swallowing the huge bite. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Oh, oh Mason, oh, imagine, imagine--"

splrt

"Ohhh, yeahhhhh," mumbled Shinji as he ejaculated, his tiny dick finally brought to climax. His last mental image was of Mason and he on a bed naked together.

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"Ohh, I'm gonna..."

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"Ohhh, poo poo," moaned Shinji as he emptied a wet load of feces into his diaper.

Kaworu smiled. "Now you have had release in both respects, Shinji-kun." He reached for a napkin and began to wipe Shinji's messy face.

Shinji blushed again. "Ohh, Mason..." He imagined Mason changing his diaper. He sighed with lust.