Kaji scratched his stubble, grinning. The glossy crimson cheeks before him glinted in his eyes.
"Never thought her suit would fit you better than her... Asuka."
"P-please, Kaji, call me Shinji," Shinji mewled, plucking at the tight latex coating his ass. There was so little give in it, and it snapped back against the quivering flesh even tighter. Shinji felt like toothpaste being squeezed in a tube, his body stretching to fit the plugsuit's proportions, rather than the other way around.
"Sorry. Gendo's orders, Asuka," Kaji teased. "There's only six days before Israfel regenerates. And unless you and Asuka are in synch enough to take out both cores at once... well, it'll be judgement day. So that means you and her living in each other's suits... in each other's skins for a few days. For some reason, Gendo has it in his head I can help you think like her - heh, as if I've the faintest idea what goes on in that girl's head..." he chuckled. "Try that box up there."
"What even is this stuff?" Shinji asked. They were in the archives down in the bowels of NERV Headquarters. Most of the boxes were labelled Top Secret.
Kaji lit another cigarette, leaning back and watching intently as Shinji stretched his lithe body up to the higher shelf, fingertips straining to reach the heavy plastic crate of paperwork, transformed flesh trembling from the exertion.
He's mastered her pout at least, Kaji thought wryly. He loped over to thumb through the files.
"Asuka doesn't ask so many questions," he chided.