Shinji Ikari snored in his bed.

"Zzzz... zzzz.... zzzz...."

The bed creaked faintly as the enormous fat boy shifted his bulk in it. Shinji was tucked in beneath the sheets and blankets and comforter. He took a long midday nap every day, usually after his second meal of the day. The engorged former Eva pilot ate four large meals every day, two before his nap and two after; the second meal was often followed with either gay sex or a handjob, after which Kaworu would wipe him down and settle him into bed. He wore his CPAP machine, the face mask beeping away gently as he snored. Shinji's nap was rarely any less than three hours long, and sometimes he could sleep as long as five hours before waking up. Combined with his usual eight hours at night, this meant the big fat boy spent basically equal time asleep and awake. And, also, that basically his entire existence was devoted to sleeping, eating, and sodomy.

"Hmm hmm..."

He mumbled in his sleep. Deep within the vast reaches of his flab, his tiny penis was getting stiff. Shinji was having a wet dream. He often dreamed erotically; his existence was filled with sexual stimulation, and it never left him, even asleep. His blubbery face oozed as he smiled in his sleep.

"Ohoho, Mister Kaji... ohh, not there..."

The bed creaked even louder as the former pilot of Unit-01 sloshed in place slightly. Shinji weighed almost 400 kilograms. He was a colossally fat boy, especially because he was not very tall. An enormous blob, he was incredibly fat.

"Ohh, Miss Misato will find you... ohh, I didn't know you liked me that way... ohh... ohhh..."

sprtt!

His penis shot away, and his blue eyes fluttered open. He cooed in pleasure at the vivid memories of the dream. He loved having dreams about other men pleasuring him. They had been happening more frequently lately, and Shinji was always so pleased to have them, and end them with a semenal emission. He loved being a gay bottom. One of the things he liked about being fat was that it was so pleasurable to have his cushiony butt cheeks fondled and parted before and after sex. His flowing flab was very sensitive, and the touches related to sex always made him feel good.

"Awake, my pet?"

"Kaworu-san..." smiled Shinji in delight as his boyfriend appeared by his bed. Kaworu often appeared as soon as Shinji woke up; with his Angel powers, he could tell when Shinji's sleep was close to ending. He yawned. "Did you still, mm, want to go to that new burger place, Kaworu-san?"

"If you do, Shinji-kun. Are you in the mood for cheeseburgers?"

Shinji licked his lips. His chubby hands came out from under the covers and kneaded his bulging belly. "I... mmm, I think so, Kaworu-san. Cheeseburgers and fries... that would hit the spot."

"Are you soiled or wet?"

"Nope," said Shinji, who then yawned loudly. Kaworu took off his CPAP machine, and his fat face was revealed in all its hoggishness. His three buttery chins slopped to the side as Shinji turned his head Kaworu's way. His deep dimples around his bloated jowls billowed and flowed as the fat-faced boy worked his mouth. "I did just have a wet dream... but you know how minor those stains are. Nothing like a poo poo, or a tinkle." He grinned. "So let's go!"

Kaworu smiled and threw the covers off of Shinji. Fully revealed, the giant fat boy's body was impressive. He was more than half as wide as the bed itself, his surging waistline expanding imperiously in a vastness of middle. His giant belly was so big that Kaworu could have sat comfortably inside it, while the bulge of his huge ass cheeks meant that he was slightly elevated when he laid on his back. His thighs billowed womanishly and sagged goopily over his knees. His enormous arms were like sacks of milk, sloshing and rippling as he moved them back and forth.

Leaning into Shinji's vastness, Kaworu hoisted him up to a sitting position. Shinji rarely did much moving on his own any more, and had not walked by himself in more than a year. He was not sure he still could, any more. But that was okay. Kaworu could move him. Kaworu moved him, just like Kaworu dressed him, and paid for things for him, and changed his diaper when he soiled himself. Kaworu did everything important for Shinji, and Shinji loved it. He had surrendered control of his life to Kaworu and he'd never been happier.

Kaworu dragged Shinji across the covers a bit, positioning his bulk facing forward on the bed. It sagged under his enormous weight; the bed was a bariatric bed, meant to hold large people, but Shinji was very large these days. Kaworu gazed at him a minute. Shinji smiled at him, his jowls oozing as he did. Kaworu tickled Shinji's huge belly, causing Shinji to giggle childishly. Kaworu patted Shinji's huge bottom, currently swathed in a massive bariatric diaper. There were cute cartoon teddy bears on the diaper. Kaworu had gotten it custom-ordered just for Shinji.

"My precious boy," cooed Kaworu. Shinji blushed, and sighed. Then Kaworu went to the closet, and opened it up. "Now, my pet," he said, "which muumuu did you want to wear? Remember we have gotten you a few new ones you might like to try out."

"Oooh, hoohoo," said Shinji, wiggling his fat fingers as his mind raced. "Yay, yay, some new muumuus! I'd forgotten they had finally come in." Shinji put his fat hands on his enormous hips. His bulbous face rippled as he made a thinking expression. "I think... let's do the hot pink one, the one with the yellow flowers."

"A perfect choice," said Kaworu coming out of the closet with the muumuu. It was huge: Shinji's muumuus, flowing dresses, were the size of family-sized tents, containing meters and meters of fabric. "Shinji-kun, you do always look pretty in pink."

"Oh, boy!" said Shinji, laughing and blushing. He loved when Kaworu called him pretty. Kaworu came close with the muumuu, and Shinji raised his arms; his arm fat puddled and oozed downwards from the motion. Kaworu lifted the vastness of the muumuu over his head, and Shinji smiled in a satisfied way as Kaworu worked it over him, carefully getting his arms through the arm holes, tenderly pulling his triple chin out from where it caught on the neck hole. The vastness of the dress fit him perfectly; it was a 10XL and came from a speciality shop. His huge tonnage was now covered in hot pink and yellow flowers, flowing over his hips and ass and belly and boobs. Kaworu then went to the dresser and got out some bariatric socks, and slipped these up Shinji's feet. Shinji's legs retained a bit of water these days, in addition to their pulchritude, so he needed special socks. Then Kaworu grabbed his sandals, again made for very fat people, and buckled these onto Shinji's plump feet.

Kaworu then went across the room to Shinji's bariatric wheelchair. It was a huge mobile chair, with three sets of wheels, and a large padded surface that was like a mobile bed. Kaworu went to Shinji and smiled. "Time to sit, my prince," he said tenderly stroked Shinji's belly. Then he went around and began to push Shinji off the bed.

Shinji did his feeble part: he lowered his colossal legs downward, and his sandaled feet touched the ground. So too, briefly, did his belly, so big that if he had stood and walked on his own it would have come dangerously close to dragging on the ground. But Kaworu came around him, and pushed him, and with his enormous Angel strength he helped Shinji to stand for two whole seconds. Then he hoisted Shinji upwards; Kaworu was taller than Shinji, which was very helpful. Carrying Shinji across the room, Kaworu then gently, lovingly settled him into his chair. Shinji cooed in pleasure at the comfortable padding; this was a very expensive chair, and it spared no expense in making the fattest of people as comfortable as possible. Shinji put his arms on the padded armrests, and the chair creaked as he settled his mammoth body into its embrace.

Kaworu wheeled him over to the vanity. "The pearls, today, I think," said Kaworu, taking up an enormous pearl necklace, clearly very expensive. He looped it around Shinji's engorged head and fastened it around his bloated neck.

"I want to wear the emerald ring today, Kaworu-san," said Shinji, eyes lighting up as he pointed to something on the table. Kaworu nodded, and took up an enormous gold ring with a large emerald in it. Another clearly expensive piece of jewelry. He slid it on the ring finger of Shinji's plump right hand. "Oh!" said Shinji with a gurgle in his throat, "oh, and the tiara... it's new, and I want to feel fancy." Kaworu smiled, and took up a golden tiara studded with diamonds. He placed it onto the top of Shinji's head.

"Now... your makeup, my pet," said Kaworu. He pushed Shinji a little closer to the vanity; there was a cutout in the table for his belly. Kaworu took up the makeup impelements one by one and began to apply them to Shinji's face. Foundation. Blush. Eyeshadow. Then lipstick, a subtle reddish color. All in all it was very tasteful makeup... except, of course, for the fact that Shinji was a boy. At last, Kaworu took the final eyeshadow brush away. "There, my precious boy. What do you think?"

Shinji looked at himself in the mirror.

Was it a woman staring back at him, or a man? It was hard to tell. His appearance was incredibly feminine. This was enhanced by his fatness; his obesity gave him large breasts and a huge bottom and swelling hips, and the enormous fatness of his face even obscured his more masculine facial features. And yet... there was something about him that indicated he was not a girl. A thing one noticed the more one looked at him. The overall effect was actually a kind of... wrongness, to the neutral eye. That there was something about this fat woman that was out of sorts, that was not as she should be.

But Shinji thought he looked great.

"Oh, I'm so pretty," said Shinji, smiling, his third chin oozing down onto the tops of his breasts. He waved a hand at the mirror. "I did say this tiara was going to look great, didn't I, Kaworu-san? You were the one who pointed it out and I knew it would look good."

"Your taste is impeccable, Shinji-kun."

"Oh, hmm..." Shinji kept eying himself in the mirror. His hand reached out, and stroked his colossal belly. "It's hard to believe I didn't used to have a belly. I look so good with it! I really do pull this weight off well." He smiled simperingly and put his hands on his hips. "I am such a good-looking fat boy."

"You truly are, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu, petting him on his head. "You are a big, beautiful boy."

"Beautiful..." sighed Shinji. He stared at himself in the mirror, looking at the huge fat thing staring back at him. He smiled with delight. "I feel like a princess."