Makoto Hyuga was having sex with Misato Katsuragi.

"Uhhrnggh," gurgled Misato, her massive bed creaking as the enormous woman sloshed and rippled across it. She currently weighed 622 kilograms, an absolutely elephantine blob of wrecked, ruined blubber. Her vast belly was covered with bandages from the pokes of the needle that delivered her insulin, necessary due to her Type 2 Diabetes. Her titanic thighs drooped down onto bloated calves that sagged onto fat feet, and her ankles there were an angry red, a sign of her gout. Her anus was inflamed as a byproduct of her irritable bowel syndrome, buried deep between the cavernous vastness of her ass cheeks.

"Uff, huff," grunted Makoto. Despite Misato's livestock-sized body, he was still able to maneuver his penis into her vagina. He had to wade through the fat of her buttocks like plowing through mud, and there were goopy droopings of fat that partially obscured her sex. But he could make it, and his cock was just big enough to reach her cunt. Misato often asked him to have sex with her. Sometimes she forgot about this within an hour, usually if there was food to eat or she fell asleep. But sometimes she remembered, and sometimes, Makoto would have to crawl up onto her bariatric hospital bed, and slowly, agonizingly, maneuver her huge body around so she was lying on her belly, so that he could get his way to her vagina.

"Muurrhhh," gurgled Misato, almost mooing like a cow. Her fat face sloshed and billowed as the lovemaking made her body quake. She did enjoy Makoto's cock. Her fat-clogged brain, which had almost forgotten her old life at NERV, did vaguely remember that at one point she'd been leading him along with the promise of sex. Or, at least, of intimacy, in her investigations into NERV and SEELE. She supposed, now, she was simply repaying him with what she had promised him. That she was three, no, four, no, five, no, eight, no, ten times as fat as she'd been when she'd made that promise didn't really cross her mind. He gave her a good dicking, which she really did need from time to time.

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Misato's fat butthole belched a fart right onto Makoto's naked crotch. He grimaced and wrinkled his nose. He could feel the terrible hot air of the flatulence breeze over his pelvic area and lower torso. The smell hit him next: a rancid, putrid stench, like rotten meat and swamp water. "Ahh... nggh..." he groaned, and his cock inside Misato's vagina stiffened, and he thrust into her vast blubber with renewed vigor. Six months ago it had horrified him to discover that Misato farting on him during sex only made him harder. Now, he didn't even care. There was a lot that he didn't care about these days, years into the strangest job, the strangest turn of events, he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Poooohhhff... hff..." Misato wheezed and puffed, clutching at her chest a bit. She was getting winded. A large, clear tube ran from her nose to a supply of oxygen behind the bed. Her hoggish fat face contorted in an alarmed expression. "Hyuga..." she puffed, "Hyuuugaaaa... my... my oxygen..."

"S-Sure," said Makoto. One hand still handling Misato's vast buttock, the other reached for the remote beside him. He tapped the Up arrow, and there were several soft beepings. The remote control did its job, and Misato's flow of oxygen increased. She sighed in relief and farted again, this time deeper and more pungent.

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She'd had her insulin recently, so she was feeling reasonably chipper. As such, she moaned deep in her flabby throat and leaned back into the sex, burbling and leaking drool out of her mouth. She was suddenly hungry. She wished she was eating pizza and fried chicken right now. She wished she was having loads of soda. Her stomach gurgled as her appetite awoke, and she wished she could eat and have sex at the same time. "Ohh... oh, Dominos..." she huffed, sweat pouring down her hoggish face. "Oh, oh Dominos... oh, Pizza Hut..." Muttering her favorite trashy fast food brands made her even more aroused, and she was now groaning heavily, truly enjoying the sex and the fantasies of food.

For his part, Makoto, as mentioned, didn't care. He'd dreamed for years of having sex with Misato, and now, in these very strange circumstances, he was finally getting his wish. Did it really matter, that she was a fat, diabetic wreck? Did it really matter that she was physically repulsive to him now, with her oily, oozy body and her deep burps and her loud, wet farts? Maybe it did a few years ago, or even a few months ago. But he'd grown numb to it all. He'd finally gotten to have sex with Misato. That's all that mattered. If he had to keep her like some kind of pig in a pen, in order to do it, that was a price he'd pay.

Misato's tire-sized breasts were swaying like massive gourds on a tree. Their fat, swollen nipples were hard. She was almost there. He was almost there too. They fucked, they fucked, they fucked...

Misato felt her bowels gurgle and move deep within her...

"Uhhhnnn," groaned Makoto as he ejaculated.

"Ohhh yeaaaahhhhh," gurgled Misato, foaming at the mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. She climaxed, incredibly satisfied, huffing and puffing and sweating like a hog.

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Her vast guts coiled and gurgled.

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"Ohhh, yeah," mumbled Misato as she suddenly pooped. "Ohhh, heads up, Hyuga, I'm taking a dump..."

Makoto barked a shout as Misato defecated all over him. An absolute mudslide of sticky brown poop belched out of her anus and poured all over his torso, his pelvis, his thighs, and his dick.

Covered in feces, Makoto pulled his cock out of Misato, grimacing and groaning as he fell back onto the bed. Misato, for her part, slumped forward, vast piles of lard bunching around her as she settled into the bed like some collapsed mound.

She looked over her shoulder. It was hard to see back there, with her belly and her hips in the way. Makoto peered over the lip of her butt cheeks like he was peeking over a hilltop. She smiled with her fat face and flashed him the peace sign. "Whoops! Sorry it happened again."

"Whatever..." said Makoto, gazing down at his shit-covered dick. "At least it happened after we came this time..."