Shinji Ikari was pretty in pink.

His enormous body lounged in his enormous wheelchair as Kaworu Nagisa, his boyfriend, pushed him along. The gentle Spring air caressed his pale and sensitive skin. It blew his short-cut brown hair. His beady blue eyes fluttered. His painted lips pursed. "It's..." he sighed, "such a beautiful day, Kaworu-san."

"It is indeed, Shinji-kun," said Kaworu. He petted Shinji's head. Shinji cooed. "A beautiful day to be a beautiful boy, like you."

"Ooh! Hoo hoo," said Shinji, smiling smugly.

He was fatter than ever, currently tipping the scales at a whopping 407 kilograms. He was wider than he was tall, and far bigger around. From his gigantic bulging belly to his hefty fat breasts to his vast, swollen shelf ass to his bulky, absurd thighs, even to his fat arms and hands and feet, Shinji Ikari was a dollop of blubber. He was so fat his wheelchair took up the entire sidewalk, and people had to walk around him as Kaworu rolled him along.

Shinji gazed down at his chubby hand with its fat fingers. Each of them ended in a fingernail painted pink. He giggled. "You really dolled me up today, Kaworu-san! I feel so fancy."

"Only the best for my beautiful fat boy."

Shinji had been decked out radiantly. He currently wore a huge dress, a big muumuu, and it was a soft, baby pink color. The vast outfit was bigger than a tent and swathed his bulk fully, from the bloom of his belly in the front to the burst of his bottom in the back. Shinji also wore women's shoes, bariatric high heels in a hot pink color with gold buckles. He wore large, expensive jewelry: a huge pearl necklace adorned his fat-chinned neck, and he wore diamond rings on fingers on both his left and right hand. To top it all off, he wore a large, baby pink bow atop his head.

As mentioned, his nails had been painted pink, both his fingernails and, to his delight, his toenails. He also wore pink makeup: pink blush, pink eye shadow, and pink lipstick. Of course, Shinji's face was like the face of a pig. He had huge, fat cheeks that billowed outward, and sagged downward into fleshy, porcine jowls. Oozing down from his mouth were one, two, three chins, his third chin vast and billowing like a goiter. Done up in his pink makeup, his face almost didn't look human; he looked like some kind of Muppet, a puppet someone would make of an ugly fat woman.

A woman and her son walked along the cross-sidewalk. The woman accidentally bumped into the huge swell of Shinji's belly.

Prrrt!!

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said the woman. She said it automatically, but then she beheld Shinji and her eyes bulged.

"Oh, no no, it's all right," said Shinji, hoggish face oozing as he smiled with his lipstick-clad lips. He waved his painted nails that them. "I do take up a lot of space!"

The woman covered her son's eyes and hastily steered them both away.

Kaworu's pale face twisted in a smile, red eyes sparkling. "Ah, Shinji-kun, you see? Your beauty is so radiant that some people just cannot handle it."

"Ohhh, that's true," rumbled Shinji, putting a fat hand to his chest. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of his large right moob. He gazed over his shoulder at Kaworu, and he smiled warmly. "But it doesn't matter what other people think... what matters is what you think, Kaworu-san."

Kaworu reached down. He grasped Shinji's fat left hand with his own slender one. He intertwined his long, thin fingers with Shinji's soft, chubby fingers.

"I think you are beautiful, Shinji-kun, and precious, and special, and wonderful."

"Ohhhh," moaned Shinji in delight. Deep within his muumuu, deep within his bariatric diaper, deep within the folds and crevices of his fat, his tiny penis stiffened. His large nipples got harder, too.

"You are the most wonderful boy in the world, my pet. I love you. I love you more than life itself."

"Oh, Kaworu-san," sobbed Shinji, tears coming to his eyes. He felt so loved. He felt so perfect. This was what made it all worth it. Kaworu loved him. Kaworu loved him and gave him a perfect life, of food and sleep and sex and pleasure. He would do anything for Kaworu, whether that was get as fat as a livestock animal or dress like a woman or anything else. Kaworu loved it, and loved him like this, and so Shinji loved it, too.

And more than that... Shinji had genuinely come to love it. He loved being fat, being so large and bloated. He loved dressing in such a fancy, feminine way. He loved it. He loved it. He loved it. He loved it because Kaworu loved it, but also because he had grown to genuinely love it, too.

grrgbblll

His belly growled. Shinji smacked his lips. "Oh, ah, Kaworu-san... while we're out..." he smiled sheepishly over his shoulder, "do you think we could get some doughnuts?" He patted his belly idly. "Or, ah, maybe some cake."

"What if we got cake and doughnuts, my pet?"

"Oh!" a sparkle came to Shinji's beady blue eyes. He licked his lips. A little drool trickled down his plump jowls. "Oh, hohoho, yes, yes, yes, Kaworu-san, cake and doughnuts would absolutely hit the spot."

"Which would you like first, my pet?"

"Hmm..." Shinji put his hands on his billowing hips. His chins sloshed as he made several expressions on his fat face, all of them ridiculous. "Oh, I think we'd better do doughnuts first, Kaworu-san. You know I like four dozen every time these days, but sometimes I pig out on cake and pie too much at the bakery, and going from that to the doughnut shop... four dozen after that is a bit of a tight fit in my tummy."

"For now, my pet."

"Oh, of course! For now," said Shinji, smiling smugly and imagining himself getting even fatter. "But for now, because of that, let's hit the doughnut shop first."

"That sounds excellent, my love," said Kaworu, who began to push the huge pink blob along.