It was the 4th of July, and Shinji Ikari was feasting.

"MmmMMMmmm," he burbled delightedly, shoving more brisket past his lips. He mashed the slow-cooked meat around in his mouth, the juices dribbling down his three fat chins.

Prrrrt, came the fart from his massive backside.

To commemorate the birthday of the country where they had settled, Kaworu Nagisa had ordered his boyfriend an absolute Independence Day feast. Pounds and pounds of barbecue: ribs, sausage, brisket, chicken, and turkey. This was accompanied by loads of sides, from macaroni and cheese to french fries to potato salad to watermelon to onion rings. Copious amounts of barbecue sauce were present on the table in the dining room, and they had already been slopped all over the table as Shinji had lathered them on various pieces of meat that he brought to his waiting mouth.

The big, fat former Eva pilot was bigger and fatter than ever. He currently tipped the scales at a mammoth 407 kilograms, almost 900 pounds in the standard system. Sitting on a seat as wide as a bench, Shinji was resplendently fat. His gigantic belly boomed in front of him in one massive slope, oozing forward beneath the table and resting on a special cushion Kaworu had set up. His colossal hooters, real boy boobs, rippled slightly at the motion of his flabby arms to his waiting mouth to feed himself more food. His massive fat ass, swathed in a huge bariatric diaper, was bigger than a rhino's bottom, big and wide and jutting and full. His thick thighs were like the trunks of trees, covered in cellulite and folding over his knees to meet his fat calves.

"Ohhh, this is delicious, Kaworu-san," Shinji mumbled between bites of sausage. "I love barbecue! I can't believe I'd never eaten it before coming to America. This is just great!" He crammed a rib against his plump lips and began to tear off the meat with his teeth. Meat juice and barbecue sauce stained the massive American Flag t-shirt Shinji was wearing.

"America is a great place for big, beautiful boys like you, my pet," said Kaworu, stroking the slope of Shinji's gut.

"Ohh, more," he mumbled. "Mmm, pass me so much more, Kaworu-san, I've, hmm hmm," his beady blue eyes twinkled, he licked his sauce-clad lips, "I've just gotta keep eating this great stuff."

"Of course, my pet pig," said Kaworu, sliding more food his way.

With a delighted gurgle in his flabby throat, Shinji continued to eat. He ate, he ate, he ate and ate and ate and ate and ate. He devoured a whole brisket. He polished off an entire rack of ribs, and then a second one. He ate a whole barbecued chicken down to the bones. The big, fat boy was making a great, big mess as he ate a great, big amount of food. Shinji was like a bottomless pit. He was devouring food that would have fed a dozen people, and he showed no signs of slowing down.

Shinji's beady blue eyes were hazy and half-lidded. He had entered what Ritsuko Akagi had playfully referred to as his "Eat Mode." It was a kind of pleasant semi-trance in which Shinji cared only about the taste of food and the feel of it in his stomach. This "mode" had been scant and faint when he'd first started gaining weight. But Kaworu had cultivated it, like he had cultivated so many things about Shinji as he had been grown, groomed, and changed. Now Shinji became an absolute eating machine in the midst of huge amounts of food. All he cared about was eating. He would have eaten until his stomach burst open and he would have known only the pleasure of good food.

He pulled a chunk of brisket off the slab and simply crammed it into his mouth. He slopped meat juice down his triple chins and his piglike jowls. He forked half a container of mac n cheese into his mouth. Chewing, chewing, chewing. Eating, eating, eating. Shinji Ikari was eating the day away.

Prrrt, came the fart.

Splrt!, came the shart.

PPRRRBBBBTTTT," came the flow of poop.

As he ate, he began to defecate. He of course had no control over his bowels any more, a byproduct of both his terrible diet and the years of sodomy he'd enjoyed in Kaworu's care. The massive amount of food he was consuming was pushing his massive breakfast through his large intestine at an accelerated rate.

PLLLLRRFFBBBBBPPPPP

Huge, fat logs emptied out of Shinji as he ate. The pilot of Unit-01 was taking a massive shit, something that would have probably filled up his old entry plug. Kilos and kilos of waxy yellow-brown turds came out of his loose, sloppy anus and deposited themselves into his massive diaper, covered in cute cartoon teddy bears. In no time, the back of the vast diaper was stained an ugly brown.

FRRRRTT

PLRBPPFF

Shinji's blue eyes briefly crossed as a tremendously thick turd belched its way out of him. It almost caused him to stop eating, it was such a heavy pooping.

Almost.

But Shinji Ikari was a massive glutton, and even in the midst of his mega-shit, he ate on.

Kaworu watched the blob boy eat. He sniffed the air. He walked around Shinji, around the vast boy, and came to his rear where the ass and the diaper were.

Kaworu patted the diaper. He felt the squish of the mountain of turds within.

"God Bless America," said Kaworu.

"BUUUUURRRRP," belched Shinji in between bites.