Kaworu wheeled Shinji into the Taco Bell. Shinji licked his lips, his fat chins wattling and his bulbous jowls rippling. "Mmm, hmm hmm," he hummed in pleasure, his massive body parting the people around him. "Oh, Kaworu-san, when you want Taco Bell there's absolutely nothing else that will do!"

"Indeed, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, patting his soft, plump shoulder. "It is a unique establishment, if nothing else."

Shinji Ikari was stupendously fat. He currently clocked in at 406 kilograms, almost 900 standard pounds of billowing lard. He sat in a custom-made bariatric wheelchair meant to accommodate his bulk; Shinji had not walked under his own power in more than a year, and he wallowed in his fat as Kaworu Nagisa, his caretaker and lover, wheeled him to and fro. Shinji actually couldn't even stand up under his own power any more, he was so fat and large. Kaworu did everything for him. He was completely dependent.

People stared at him as he was wheeled towards the front counter. Shinji was freakish. From his gigantic blossoming belly to his vast hips to his colossal jutting shelf ass, his body was enormous, and took up a lot of space. His fat boy boobs and his lardy fat arms sloshed as he was wheeled to the front, where there currently was no line at the check-out counter. His massive third chin jiggled from the slight movements of his head, like the dewlap of a cow. His short-cut brown hair was comically small atop his inflated head; he looked like a livestock animal, like a cow or a pig fattened for slaughter.

"Hello there, Shinji!" said a friendly woman at the register.

"Oh, hello there, Ms. Racquel," said Shinji, waving a chubby hand at her. Most people ordered from modern Taco Bells via the electronic kiosks, but Shinji's orders were so large that after a few times of him punching on the screen, the manager had asked Kaworu to just let the staff handle the orders in the future.

"Here for a snack, big guy?" Racquel asked.

"Mmm, hmm hmm," burbled the former pilot of Unit-01. It was amazing to think how large he was now. He was more than eight times his old size. The old, thin Shinji could have sat comfortably inside the vastness of the new Shinji's belly. "Oooh, Ms. Racquel, I am... hmm, going to get a bit of a bite." He smacked his lips. A little drool dribbled from his lips.

"What'll it be?" asked Racquel, ready to punch the order in.

"Oh, not too much, not too much, just a bit..." Shinji gazed up at the menu, blinking his beady blue eyes. "I'll have... hmm, I'll have a Grilled Cheese Burrito, I'll have a Cheesy Gordita Crunch, I'll have one... no, better make it two Chicken Quesadillas... hmm, what else?"

"We have our new Luxe Value Menu, it's got some good stuff."

"Oh, let me see, let me see..." Shinji surveyed the value menu. His eyes lit up with longing. "Ohh, that Cheesy Double Beef Burrito looks good, I'll take one of those... ohh, and two Chalupa Supremes!"

"Will that be all?" Racquel asked.

"Hmm..." Shinji licked his lips.

"You sure, big boy?"

Shinji felt a surge of greed. "Oh, I'll take a Beefy 5-Layer Burrito, too."

"Anything to drink?"

"A large soda. My usual, haha!" Shinji said with a laugh that made his moobs quake.

Racquel rung up almost 4000 calories worth of food, and the drink. "That'll be $42.20."

"Here you are, ma'am," said Kaworu, handing the woman his credit card. Their meal paid for, Racquel handed Shinji the large soda cup.

"Ohh, get me the Baja Blast, Kaworu-san!" Shinji said with a smile.

Kaworu wheeled Shinji over to a table that he could sit beside to eat. Then he went to the soda fountain, and filled Shinji's cup to the brim with the turquoise soft drink. Bringing it back, he put the cup in Shinji's hand. "Here you are, my pet."

"Mmm, num num, just a nice snack," said Shinji. Shinji's perspective on food had become warped by his fatness. Shinji's main meals were regularly enough food for six or seven people; as such, it was easy for him to regard enough food for two people, maybe three, as a mere snack. Kaworu had fed and conditioned him to eat hugely. There was a massive amount of food that went into Shinji Ikari every day.

Prrrrrdddd, came a bassy fart from between his mammoth ass cheeks. A stench rose on the air.

Kaworu departed from the table, and returned carrying two trays loaded with wrapped-up fast food.

"Oh, boy," said Shinji with a grin. He picked up one of the quesadillas, unwrapped it, pried off a slice, and crammed it into his mouth. Then he grabbed a burrito and began to eat it as well.

Kaworu brought back two more trays with the rest of Shinji's order. Then he took a seat at the table, and his red eyes gazed intently at Shinji as he chowed down. The mammoth fat boy was plowing through the Taco Bell, practically inhaling it. For such a large, fat, lazy person, Shinji ate with great speed and efficiency, powering through large meals with diligent effort. He loved to eat. He lived to eat. Eating was one of his great joys.

Then Shinji gazed across the table, and saw his other great joy. His biggest joy of all. "Kaworu-san..." he said lustfully, putting a hand to his chest as his heart thudded. Shinji's bloated, porcine face blushed as he beheld the person he loved most of anyone on Earth.

Kaworu reached under the table and tenderly stroked Shinji's thigh. "You are so special, Shinji-kun," he said. "You are truly the best boy in the world."

Shinji crammed more burrito into his mouth. "Mmf, Ish lovesh choo sho mush," he mumbled, chewing with his mouth open and swallowing hugely. Shinji was getting aroused. Food and sex were intermingled in his mind, and his boyfriend's clear affection was firing him up. His popgun penis was stubby and stiff. Shinji had an absurdly small penis, not even seven centimeters when fully erect. The gigantic fat boy was a dickless wonder, his manhood hopelessly buried and totally useless for any kind of lovemaking.

Shinji crammed one of the chalupas into his mouth. The sour cream and the picadillo beef smeared his face, getting into the folds of his chins.

Pllrrrbbbdddd

"Oop!" he cooed, brown eyebrows rising and making a comical 'o' expression with his stained mouth. "Poopy-doo, Kaworu-san!"

BLRRRBBDDDDTTT

As Shinji continued to eat, he began to poop. A heavy, wet flow of soupy, yellow-brown turds oozed out into the bariatric diaper he wore under his muumuu. Shinji felt his bowels work as he stuffed his face. It didn't bother him. He often started pooping as he ate; when new food entered his system, it tended to push old waste out. The mega-eater was also a mega-pooper, and years of gay sex had rendered him completely fecally incontinent. Shinji wore a diaper because he was unable to stop himself from shitting his pants. Well, he didn't even really wear pants any more, to be fair.

PLLRRRTTTT

"Oooh, hoo hoo, it's a nice load, Kaworu-san!" said Shinji with a laugh as a heavy flow of turds came out of him. They quickly piled up in his bariatric diaper, staining the back of it a putrid yellowish-brown. He popped another slice of quesadilla into his mouth. "I'm glad we went home to change my diaper after lunch. I could have been sitting in two loads by the time we left this place!"

Kaworu smiled, somewhat predatorily, as he watched his fat pet continue to eat, and heard and smelled him as he continued to poop. Shinji looked up, and once more saw Kaworu staring at him. Kaworu smiled more gently. "You truly are the perfect boy, Shinji-kun."

Shinji blushed again. "Kaworu-san..." he put a hand to his chest womanishly. "I love you so much."

He stuffed his mouth with more burrito.

PRRRDD, came the croak of more poop.