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.