The extra-wide door of the apartment swung open fully. Shinji smiled. "We're home!" he cried.

Kaworu gently patted his shoulder. "Welcome home," he said. And he wheeled Shinji inside, taking a moment to close and lock the door behind him.

The apartment that Shinji Ikari and Kaworu Nagisa shared was enormous. Palatial. It was almost a penthouse, with rooms upon rooms, and high ceilings. Kaworu pushed Shinji down the long entrance hall, taking a moment to set his keys and wallet on a nearby table. They then rounded the corner into the large family room, with its huge, reinforced furniture, a couch and a sectional and several large chairs. The enormous kitchen was visible in the distance.

Shinji yawned. "Mmnm, hmm hmm," he burbled, plump cheeks jiggling as he worked his mouth. "I swear I fell asleep a little on the ride back home, Kaworu-san..." he blinked his beady blue eyes. "I am ready for a nap."

"Very good, my pet," said Kaworu, wheeling him down another hallway. "But first we must change your diaper. We cannot send you off to the land of dreams in a diaper loaded with feces. You'd get a rash."

"Oh, right," said Shinji. He sank back into his seat in the wheelchair, causing the mountain of poop in his loaded diaper to deform itself slightly. He settled his fat hands on his enormous, sloping gut.

Shinji of course was a fat blob these days. He currently clocked in at 405 kilograms, a stupendous amount of blubber on the teenager. He was currently wearing a butter yellow muumuu that enswathed his bulk brightly. He also wore white bariatric high-heeled shoes, and a white bow in his short-cut brown hair.

Pushing Shinji down the hall, Kaworu turned right, and they entered Shinji's enormous bedroom, with its vast double king bed dominating the far wall. Kaworu had gotten Shinji the double-king bed recently as his weight and girth had threatened to overwhelm his old king-sized bed. There was also a vanity against the wall near the closet, and Kaworu pushed Shinji towards this now. Shinji looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing dark eye shadow and soft red lipstick and a faint hint of rouge. But now Kaworu went into the door to the master bathroom, and returned shortly with a damp cloth.

"Here you are, my pet," said Kaworu, taking a moment to wipe off Shinji's makeup. Shinji obliged by lifting and turning his head to assist his boyfriend in taking off the elaborate, womanly face painting. Shinji had a fat hog's face, with blubbery cheeks that oozed outward and downward into porcine jowls, which settled atop one, two, three beefy chins. As Kaworu wiped the makeup away, you could see more of Shinji's moderately pale natural skin tone emerge. Kaworu took good care of his skin, and prevented him from having the acne breakouts which would normally have occurred given his diet. Among other things Kaworu did for him.

Shinji yawned again. "Hmm, I don't know why I'm so tired, Kaworu-san..." he burbled lazily.

FRRRTTT!!

"I wonder... maybe it's the barbecue I ate for lunch... buuurrp," he belched low in his throat, "all that meat... it just feels so heavy, in my tummy."

"A big boy needs a big nap," said Kaworu. "You nap almost every day, Shinji-kun, this is not unusual." He unbuckled Shinji's shoes and cast them aside, then undid the ribbon in his hair.

"But I'm not usually so tired..." whined the former pilot of Unit-01.

"You lead a special life, my precious pet," said Kaworu. He raised Shinji's arms up, and began to lift the yellow muumuu off his body. "It is no surprise if, from time to time, it wears you out."

Kaworu pulled the dress off of Shinji. Now naked except for his diaper, Shinji's huge bulk was on full display. He was gargantuan. His belly jutted out in front of him and Kaworu could have sat down inside it, it was so big. His legs were as big around as large truck tires. His enormous ass bloomed behind him, a big shelf worthy of any fat woman. His bulbous, bloated boy breasts were fatty and feminine and had large, brown nipples.

Kaworu laid out the changing mat on the bed. Then he went to the wheelchair, and smiled. "Up we go, my darling." And he leaned into Shinji, his lithe form sinking into the vastness of Shinji's blubber. He put his arms underneath Shinji's enormous, hamlike arms. And he lifted.

"Huup," huffed Shinji as Kaworu lifted him out of the wheelchair. Kaworu was several centimeters taller than Shinji, and as an Angel, he had superhuman physical strength, allowing him to carry Shinji with ease. Even so, Shinji's sheer volume made the process somewhat awkward. His belly almost dragged on the ground, it was so big. His thighs sank into Kaworu's body and made the red-eyed Angel's maneuvering more difficult than it might have been.

But Kaworu was adept at moving his fine and fattened pet. Soon enough, he'd laid Shinji down on the massive bed. Shinji's belly jutted into the air as he laid there, jiggling and quivering. Suddenly the flare of orange hexagons glowed in the bedroom, and Kaworu's AT Field blazed to life. He'd started to need to do this to manuever Shinji's belly out of the way so he could access the diaper swathing his pelvic area.

Access it he did. It was covered in cute cartoon teddy bears. Kaworu undid the tape on either side, and pulled the diaper open.

A terrible smell hit him, not that he minded. Shinji's poop was a whopping mound of oozing yellow-brown waste. It was truly a large dump; Shinji had defecated like some kind of farm animal, like a cow or a horse. Kaworu noticed that in the last six months his poop had taken on a yellowish tint. He couldn't guess why. Possibly Shinji's increasing fondness for fast food. But it made Shinji's feces look even more disgusting.

Not, again, that Kaworu minded. He pulled the dirty diaper away and wadded it up deftly; it was almost as big as a beach ball when it was wadded up, it was so big, and contained such a large mess. Briefly setting the dirty diaper aside, Kaworu began to daintily wipe and clean Shinji's anus, buttocks, and pelvic area, wiping them daintily with the finest-quality wipes.

Smiling, he reached into the sticky innards of Shinji's pelvic area. Beneath his puffy, bloated fupa, Kaworu found Shinji's balls. He gave them a squeeze. "Ah, my pet, your testicles are so nice and small," he said gently. "So wonderfully neat and tidy."

"Oh! Oh," gurgled Shinji, eyes crossing briefly at the sensation of having his balls squeezed. "Ohh, Kaworu-san, when you touch me down there... it makes me feel so fancy."

AT Field still keeping Shinji's belly at bay, Kaworu walked into the large closet across the room. He returned with a clean diaper, this one covered in cute cartoon rainbows. Kaworu often got childish prints put on Shinji's diapers. This was an option from the venue where he custom-ordered them from; he had to custom-order Shinji's bariatric diapers these days because Shinji had outgrown over-the-counter bariatric diapers. With yet more of his herculean strength, Kaworu lifted Shinji's bottom and back off the bed with one hand, and daintily slid the clean diaper where it needed to be beneath his mammoth buttocks. Kaworu then powdered Shinji's ass area with fine, European-made baby powder, and then closed the diaper up, taping it firmly shut.

"Ahhh," sighed Shinji, smiling as Kaworu relaxed his AT Field and let his belly flop back down. "It feels so good to have a clean diaper. I've really grown to love the feeling of being changed." He chuckled. "I'm gonna feel clean and nice when I wake up from my nap!"

"Assuming you do not defecate as you sleep, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu.

"Oh, definitely not, Kaworu-san," said Shinji, waving a plump hand as he laid on the bed. "I took such a big dump, only a few hours ago... I am definitely not going to have a sleep-poop."

Kaworu smiled smugly. Then he picked up the large dirty diaper and left the room. Shinji saw him leave out of the corner of his eye, still lying on the bed, most of his vision blocked by his breasts and his belly. Shinji knew where he was going: one of the rooms of the apartment had a dumpster in it where Kaworu deposited his dirty diapers. Kaworu emptied it out when it got full, into the industrial trash facility at the lowest level of the apartment complex. Yet another perk of living in such an expensive building, paid for by Kaworu's infinite money. Shinji smiled smugly. He was so pampered and cared for. Letting Kaworu take him away from Eva was the best decision he'd ever made.

Kaworu came back into the bedroom. He went to a corner of the upper part of the bed, and pulled back the covers. Then he came to Shinji and lifted him up by his back. Shinji's huge, diaper-clad bottom sagged past Kaworu's knees as the Angel carried him around the bed, until he finally settled Shinji into the soft, bamboo sheets. Kaworu gently, tenderly pushed Shinji fully into bed, then settled the covers down on top of him.

"Now, your CPAP mask, my pet," said Kaworu, picking up the clear face mask attached to the clear tube that ran to the beeping machine. Shinji had immense sleep apnea; he snored heavily and relied on the CPAP mask to regulate his breathing while asleep. Kaworu could have used his Angel powers to remove Shinji's sleep apnea, as he removed his acne. But he did not. Kaworu was selective, about which complications from obesity he allowed Shinji to suffer from, and which he chose to remove. All a part of making Shinji his perfect fat pet. His fat, incontinent, homosexual pet.

"Hfff," breathed Shinji, sighing as the mask was placed upon him. His eyelids began to flutter closed. "I'm so... so tired..." he burbled.

"Sleep, my pet," said Kaworu. He leaned in, and kissed Shinji on his blubbery cheek. "Sleep, and have good dreams."

"Good dreams..." whispered Shinji. His eyelids slid closed. "Good... good... ZzzzzZZzzzzZzzz" and he was fast asleep.

Smiling, Kaworu tenderly stroked Shinji's belly, bulging up beneath the covers like some kind of vast hill.

grrrgggglll

Kaworu heard the gurgling of Shinji's guts. He smiled. He walked out of the room, then into the kitchen. Taking up his cell phone, he put in an order to one of the local bakeries. He was going to have a dozen cupcakes and a dozen cookies delivered to the apartment; they would be ready when Shinji woke up, for him to consume as a post-nap snack. Kaworu always ensured Shinji ate. Shinji's life was mostly taken up by eating, sleeping, having gay sex, and pooping.

On that note, Kaworu, when he had finished the call, walked back into Shinji's bedroom. He was snoring away, his vast gut rising and falling in time to his breathing, as his CPAP machine beeped away.

Grrgbbbl

Brrbbll

Kaworu could hear the churn of Shinji's intestines. Tenderly, he placed a pale hand atop the rising and falling belly. He could feel the pump of Shinji's innards.

Grrgggl

pfffft!

FFRRTT!!

A soft fart, then a loud one. Kaworu smiled. "Oh... I do believe he's going to..."

PLLLRRBBBBPBPBPBPBPBLLL

The smell rose on the bedroom's cool air. Kaworu laughed. Shinji had been wrong. Less than ten minutes into his nap, he had indeed pooped himself while asleep. And he kept sleeping, unawakened by the emptying of his bowels. Well, Kaworu would be sure there was a clean diaper waiting for his pet when he woke up. He nodded, and left the room.

Shinji did not wake up. However, he began to murmur and mutter under his breath. "Oh, Mr. Fuyutski... you... mmm... wanted to... to see me..."

His fingers began to clench, and his toes began to curl.

"Ohh... Mr. Fuyutski..." a flush came to his fat cheeks. "When you... when you touch me like that... ooohhh, oh, you're so... so nice..."

Shinji fogged up his CPAP mask as his breathing grew heavy. His toes curled even more.

"Ohh, you're so nice... such a nice handsome old man... ohhh... ohhhh..."

splrt!

Shinji's undersized penis ejaculated into his diaper. He often had wet dreams about other men, usually men from his past in Tokyo-3. Sometimes he dreamed about Kaji. Sometimes he dreamed about Toji. Sometimes he dreamed about Mr. Aoba. Sometimes he dreamed about Fuyutski, as he did now, and now, as he continued to nap away, semen joined feces in filling up his diaper as he slept.