Shinji Ikari's fat body was resplendently attired.

He waved a plump hand in front of his porcine face. "A bit warm today, Kaworu-san." A trickle of sweat ran down his forehead. In fact, it was only a mild day in their small Northern California town, but Shinji was so fat that even mildly warm days got him to sweat.

He really was huge. He weighed 407 kilograms, just a hair under 900 standard pounds. His huge body billowed and swelled within the expanses of his bariatric wheelchair. His massive ass filled the seat to the limit. His wide hips brushed against the cushioned sides. His vast belly bulged in front of him on the specially-extended and padded front seat area. He had large, fat boy boobs and big, lardy arms. His thighs were as big around as tree trunks.

PRRRRDDDD

Shinji pursed his lips. "Bit of a fart, Kaworu-san."

"Indeed, my pet," said Kaworu. "Indeed." He pushed Shinji through the botanical gardens. Shinji fanned himself again. The rings on his plump fingers glittered.

Shinji was dressed like a rich fat woman. He wore a huge dress, an enormous muumuu the size of a large tent. Today's muumuu was white, and it had a pattern of flowers and bouquets on it. It had a bit of lace trim at the hem of the skirt and the sleeves. Shinji wore bariatric women's high heels, stark white and very fancy. And he wore jewelry; Shinji loved his jewlery and loved how many expensive trinkets Kaworu would buy him. He wore a gold necklace with sapphires in it around his fat-swaddled neck, and his fat fingers were full of rings, two on his left hand and two on his right. He had a diamond and a ruby on his right hand, and a diamond and an emerald on his left. He wore pearl earrings in his fat ears. And he wore makeup. Kaworu had done him up rather garishly: he had hot pink lipstick on, and bright blue eye shadow. He wore some subtle blush. Finally, he had a white silk ribbon tied in his short-cut brown hair.

They walked by a reflecting pool. Shinji caught a glimpse of himself in the still waters. He put a fat hand to his fat chest. "Oh," he breathed, "I look so beautiful, Kaworu-san!"

"You truly are beautiful, my love," said Kaworu, patting his soft shoulder. "You are the most beautiful boy in the world."

BRRRRAAAPPPPPPTTTTT!!!

Shinji farted loudly, causing several people to look his way. But Shinji didn't notice. He was so focused on his reflection, and then on looking above himself to the reflection of Kaworu looming over his shoulder. The lithe, thin form of the Angel was comically small compared to the behemoth bulk of the former Evangelion pilot. Kaworu could have sat inside Shinji's belly with no trouble at all. Shinji blushed. "Oh, Kaworu-san," he cooed, "I truly do love... looking beautiful for you."

"You are my resplendent pet, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu with a smile, and a glint of his red eyes. "You are my beloved boyfriend. I want you to look good. I want you to look beautiful. You deserve to be beautiful."

Shinji's eyes pricked with tears. "I feel so... I feel so happy, Kaworu-san."

Kaworu reached around and grasped Shinji's left hand. Shinji's fingernails were painted hot pink, the same color as his lipstick. Kaworu tenderly, lovingly entwined his fingers with Shinji. Shinji sighed, filled with love and lust.

"Kaworu-san..." he whispered softly, "have you ever thought about getting married? You and me? Gay marriage is legal here in America, you know." He turned his head around and gazed up at his lover. "You could be my husband, you know."

"And you would be my wife, would you not, Shinji-kun?"

"Ohhh," sighed Shinji with a deep burble in his throat. He put his free hand to his chest. "Your wife... oh, Kaworu-san, your wife..."

"Perhaps some day, Shinji-kun. Let us, at least, think about it." Kaworu came around, and stared down at Shinji affectionately. "Can you imagine yourself in a wedding dress?"

"Oh, yes, me, me in a dress, a beautiful wedding dress with a veil and lace..." Shinji blushed furiously. "I know you'd make sure I looked good."

"We would have to custom-order it, of course. Nothing normal would fit your resplendent body."

"Oh, I know, Kaworu-san," whispered Shinji. "I've gotten so fat... so fat..." he gazed with a smug smile up at Kaworu, "so fat for you."

Kaworu squatted down, and he tenderly cupped Shinji's hoggish jowls. Shinji stared at him rapturously.

Kaworu smiled. "My perfect fat prince." He leaned in.

"Ohhh, my love..." whispered Shinji, opening his mouth as his eyelids fluttered closed. Kaworu kissed Shinji deeply, and the fat, gay boy allowed himself to be kissed. He felt like he was in Heaven.

FRRRRRRRRTTT

His ass farted away.