Kaworu rested a possessive hand on Shinji's shoulder. "Shinji-kun," he said, softly but firmly.

Shinji's chins and jowls sloshed as he turned his porcine head Kaworu's way. "Ohh, Kaworu-san," he said simperingly. He smiled. He batted his beady blue eyes at his Angel caretaker.

Kaworu stroked one of the massive slabs of love handles at Shinji's side. "What a fine, fat boy you are."

Shinji giggled. "Oh, hoho, well, Kaworu-san, it's your doing that I've gotten so fat." Shinji wallowed where he sat, and 406 kilograms of former Eva pilot made his bariatric wheelchair creak as he shifted his bulk in it. His vast belly sloshed across the padded shelf that held it. His immense bottom billowed against the sides of the seat. He wiggled his plump toes and waggled his fat fingers. He smiled, making the dimples on his fat face deepen. "I'm certainly happy you like what you've made of me!"

Kaworu walked around to the front of Shinji, circling the large circumference of the enormous boy. He beheld Shinji's belly, bigger than multiple heavy-duty truck tires stacked on top of each other. Clad in a floral print muumuu, Shinji's belly was so large that his old, thin self, weighing 50 kilograms, could have sat comfortably inside it. The new, fat Shinji could have simply eaten up the old, thin Shinji. And from a certain point of view, that is exactly what had happened.

Kaworu poked a finger into the soft, fat belly. His pale digit sank into the floral-print-clad gut all the way up to the knuckle.

"Ooop! Hee hee, Kaworu-san, that tickles!" said Shinji, giggling and tittering girlishly. The belly sloshed and jostled as Shinji chuckled.

Actually, most of Shinji's body jiggled and swayed and sloshed as he laughed, since most of his body was adipose tissue so oozing and fluid that the slightest disturbance was enough to set it moving. His large love handles vibrated. His immense triple chin rippled like water. The huge amounts of fat on his upper arms bounced and sloshed. Shinji Ikari was a puddle of lard. His fat, his adipose tissue, made up more than 70% of his overall body mass, at this point. He was more fat than person.

Suddenly, Shinji had a thought. He smacked his lips. His guts churned.

FRRBBTTT, came the fart from his cavernous ass crack.

"Um hum, Kaworu-san," said Shinji, tapping his chubby fingers together, "I do think it's time for me to have something else to eat. I'm feeling, ah," he licked his lips, "I'm feeling a bit of a need for something. A bit of a tummy-filler, oh, hoho, yes, that would hit the, ah, the spot." He rubbed his own belly, causing it to jostle and ripple yet again.

"Well, my pet, very good," said Kaworu, walking around Shinji's other side, navigating the transit of the massive boy. Coming once more to Shinj's head and shoulders, Kaworu possessively stroked Shinji's upper arm, making the fat on it bounce. "We must always make sure your desires for food are met. All your appetites, my beloved, are to be satisfied." Kaworu fondled Shinji's second chin, playfully pinching it. "So, my dear, what do you want?"

"Ohh, ah, mm, hmm-hmm," Shinji's immense fat cheeks rippled slightly as he made several silly expressions, "I think, ah, hmm," his eyebrows rose, a glint came to his blue eyes, "oh, I think an, ah, a bit of a cake, Kaworu-san. Yes, I think a cake would fit me very nicely."

"We could get you two cakes, my pet."

"Oh! Oooh, hoo hoo, yeeessss," gurgled Shinji, drool oozing from the corners of his mouth, "oh, ho ho, yes, two cakes, ah, that would hit the spot more than one cake. Oh, yes, definitely two cakes." But his brain bounced another direction: "Oh, but, um, hmm, some doughnuts, oh, I think," he put his fat fists on his vast hips, "some doughnuts would fit so good in me too, I think."

"Well, my pet," said Kaworu-san, "you just finished snacking on tacos less than an hour ago. How much room do you have in your belly?"

Shinji thought.

He thought.

He thought.

HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

As he thought, he wet himself. Shinji casually emptied his bladder into his bariatric diaper, filling the front of it with a lake of urine. He'd not yet emptied a poo-poo into this diaper, though of course he knew that was only a matter of time. But Shinji often peed his pants when he was deep in thought; it had become a reaction that his body produced.

"Oh, Kaworu-san," Shinji waved a fat hand at him, "I think I could eat a lot."

"Then how about this, Shinji-kun. We go to the bakery and get you set properly with two or three cakes."

"Oh, three cakes!" said Shinji, clapping his chubby hands excitedly. His arm fat sloshed again.

"Then, we will take you to the doughnut shop, and you can eat doughnuts by the dozen until you are full."

"That sounds great!" Shinji wiggled his plump fingers in greedy anticipation. "Oh, Kaworu-san... you're just the best!"

Kaworu walked to the back of the bariatric wheelchair. The lower swells of Shinji's mammoth butt cheeks bulged out the back. Kaworu took hold of the handles. "Our plan is set, Shinji-kun. To the bakery!" And he began to push the cavernous boy away.