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Post stories about the Katawa Shoujos getting fat.
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>>4417 (OP)
https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33
like half of his gallery is lily commissions and lily stories
https://www.deviantart.com/tintrue/art/hisao-lilly-katawa-shoujo-mutual-fat-875950565
lily + hisao mutual gain, obviously warning for malefat mixed in
https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33
like half of his gallery is lily commissions and lily stories
https://www.deviantart.com/tintrue/art/hisao-lilly-katawa-shoujo-mutual-fat-875950565
lily + hisao mutual gain, obviously warning for malefat mixed in
This thread would be a lot fuller if TinTrue wasn't a Doomer and deleted years worth of extremely high quality and well liked stories.
What started out as a coincidental meeting whilst going out for lunch turned into a disaster. Wait, let's back it up a little. Hi, I'm Hisao Nakai. I go to a school for the disabled called Yamaku Academy. I've made quite a patchwork quilt of friends since I came here a couple of months ago. There's Emi, a girl with no legs who's the faster runner on the track team, Rin, a painter with no arms, Lilly, a blind girl, Hanako, a quiet and shy girl who survived a fire when she was very young and has massive burn scars all over her body, Shizune, the deaf student council president, and Misha Mikado, her translator.
It was early afternoon. Mutou's class was dragging today. When Spring's warmth first rears its head, time tends to move more slowly and you become more eager to go outside anyway. Usually, I'm pretty interested in the ins and outs of physics, but today, I was more occupied with getting lunch soon. My stomach groaned as I watched the seconds tick down on the clock. To my right, I see Misha grinding away at her notes. In front of me, Lezard passes a note to Molly. Maybe a budding romance is in progress? All of that vanishes from my thoughts as the bell rings and brings me sweet release.
As if we had shared thoughts through telepathy, Shizune, Misha and I all had the same idea.
[Want to go somewhere for lunch?] Shizune asked.
Misha was enthusiastic as I was. Cold lunches get really boring after a while. We decided we'd go into town, but choose somewhere other than the Shanghai. We packed our things and before long, found ourselves downtown. There were several options all lined up for us on the same street. A ramen shop, a fairly fancy-looking place that looked far too expensive for how much money we had on hand, and a McDonald's.
"Hicchan, have you ever had McDonald's?" Misha asked.
"Can't say I have."
I could hear Shizune's stomach growl and turned to see an impatient expression on her face.
[Let's just pick one! I'm really hungry.] she prodded.
Settling on the American franchise, we opened the glass door and chose one of four lines in front of the counter. To the far left was a plastic life-size figure of a clown, wearing a yellow jumpsuit with a puffy red wig. He was holding an encasement that showcased the toys that came in the kids' meals. The words, "Happy meal" adorned the top of the plastic case.
Apparently, Shizune caught me staring because she playfully signed to me, [You want a Happy meal?]
I simply chuckled back, unable to come up with a witty response. Above the blue-haired ponytail wearing cashier was a menu with pictures of all the foods they had to offer. Mostly hamburgers and french fries. I had to do a double take when I saw the angus burger as thoughts of a smirking Emi flashed through my head. I shook it off and glanced at the chicken nuggets. They looked pretty good. All of it looked pretty good.
"I can't decide what I want." I told Misha.
"Don't worry, we can each get something different and share so we all get a taste." the bubbly pink-haired girl answered.
Shizune relayed her order to Misha, who told the cashier she wanted a number 1 value meal with a melon milkshake. She tapped her bottom lip as her eyes darted back and forth, trying to decided between two items.
"I'll have the 8 piece chicken nuggets, fries, and a coca cola." I piped up, giving Misha more time.
"Uh, a fish sandwich- no, a quarter pounder with cheese... argh. One of each please." Misha requested.
"We can share fries, Hicchan." Misha told me with a wink.
"Oh, and a chocolate shake." she told the cashier.
Shizune grabbed some napkins and straws and took one of the two trays to a table with me following suit.
The three of us sat down and started chowing down. It was like a frenzy with Shizune passing me some of her fries, Misha crossing over my arms to share a broken off portion of her fish sandwich with Shizune and myself finding both girls picking chicken nuggets from my box. Soon enough, we polished off the food and were left sipping our drinks. I took a glance towards the door and saw Lilly and Hanako enter the restaurant. What a coincidence. Hanako blushed and looked down when our eyes met and clung to Lilly's sleeve. The place was much less crowded by now.
[That was good, but I'm still a little hungry.] Shizune signed.
I couldn't argue. Most of my food was pilfered from the duo, but they managed to have full meals.
"We can always order something else." Misha told us.
[As long as I'm not paying.] I signed.
Gleefully, the trip of us went up and stood in line behind Lilly and Hanako.
"H-hi Hisao." said Hanako.
"Oh, Hisao from school is here?" Lilly asked.
"That's right! And us too!" shouted Misha, startling the pair in front of her.
"You can join us if you like." I told them.
Everyone came back to the tables with their orders and dug in.
"I can't explain it, but I keep feeling like I'm not eating anything, even though I'm getting more and more food." I said.
Hanako ordered a 20 piece nugget for herself and Lilly got an unusually large order as well. Shizune found herself with a double order of what she had last time and Misha got a variety of tastes on her return trip.
"My, my, I just can't stop eating!" Lilly giggled.
"Me too." I said, chomping down on my third burger.
This was strange. The more we ate, the more we went up to order and pack away in timely fashion.
[Let's race. Whoever can finish four burgers and a french fry container wins.] Shizune signed.
The race was on as burger after burger was scarfed down forcibly. French fry after french fry was devoured in minutes.
Hanako rubbed her growing stomach. Shizune's top strained.
"Ohhhh, Shicchan, I feel so bloated!" Misha cried, her hands barely able to move through the signs.
[Me too. I think I ate way too much.] Shizune signed back.
Then, my greatest fear was made real. Emi and Rin came in. I ducked under the bench to avoid being seen. After all that exercising and strict diet plan, she couldn't see me stuffing my face with McDonald's. Unfortunately she recognized the others and they sat down with us.
"Hisao?! Wh-ah! What happened to you?" Emi shrieked.
"Ugh, I ate too much." I replied.
Emi pierced her salad with her utensil and a fuming look overtook her face.
"What about all our progress? You're going to run your butt off later, mister!" she threatened.
Rin dipped her head into the box of fries.
"And the rest of you, what happened?" Emi questioned.
Everyone at the table had ballooned in size thanks to the gratuitous food. Hanako's tights had tiny rips in them from her expansion and Lilly began showing a muffintop over the waist of her skirt.
"I'm still hungry." Rin announced after finishing her food.
"Want some salad?" Emi offered.
"I don't like greeny leafy things to eat."
"Who wants dessert?" Lilly asked.
"Dessert? How can you think of dessert after all that?" Emi inquired.
"Come on, Rin, we'll get you something when we go up." Misha offered.
Emi shook her head and continued eating her salad until Misha, Rin, and Lilly came back with 15 apple pies, 7 sundaes, and a 50 piece chicken nuggets for Rin.
"What the hell is all that?" Emi scolded.
"Just try one." said Rin.
"No way. You're all out of control. You're going to eat yourselves to death!"
"Not a bad way to go." I said as I crammed an apple pie down my throat.
Misha dipped hers into her sundae and Shizune was already finished with her first ice cream.
"My, my, this is quite a party we all have here." Lilly said.
Everyone was too busy eating to say anything further.
Rin stood up and stretched her back.
"You can have the rest, Emi." she said, taking a step back.
Her belt was straining until it finally popped and her zipper parted ways.
"Don't look." she said, trying ineffectively to cover her striped panties with the tied up sleeves of her shirt, which was now stretched from her increased proportions.
"Weeelll, I guess one can't hurt." Emi said, taking a chicken nugget. "But ONLY one."
An hour later and a few more trips to the counter, she found herself no longer the smallest one at the table. Her butt spilled out of her tiny running bloomers and her shirt was little more than a crop top above her giant stomach.
[Let's get a measuring tape and see who ate more.] Shizune challenged.
There was a gleam in her eye that managed to light Emi on fire.
"You're on!" she dared.
The bench creaked and Misha's eye went wide.
"Ut oh..."
Before anyone could react, the seats crashed under the girls' weight.
"I can't move." said Rin.
"N-neither can I." the rounded Hanako chimed in.
Everyone sat on the floor and continued eating.
Up at the counter, the manager was arguing with his workers.
"They're going to eat everything in the store! You have to send them away!" the teary-eyed cashier said.
The pencil thin-mustached manager lifted a finger and protested.
"We're getting record profits today. Let them stay as long as they like."
"We're out of burger patties, sir." a teenaged male worker told the manager.
"It's a good thing your father is rich." I told Lilly.
"Shicchan is helping pay for it too." Misha chimed in, as if to brag that her family had more money.
"H-how are we going to get out of here?" Hanako asked.
She was right. We were too big to fit through the door. Lilly went up to the counter to explain the situation.
"We can't remove the doors." the manager told her, shaking his head incredulously.
"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Emi panicked.
"You'll just have to stay here until you can work the weight off." the manager answered with an evil look in his eye.
It was early afternoon. Mutou's class was dragging today. When Spring's warmth first rears its head, time tends to move more slowly and you become more eager to go outside anyway. Usually, I'm pretty interested in the ins and outs of physics, but today, I was more occupied with getting lunch soon. My stomach groaned as I watched the seconds tick down on the clock. To my right, I see Misha grinding away at her notes. In front of me, Lezard passes a note to Molly. Maybe a budding romance is in progress? All of that vanishes from my thoughts as the bell rings and brings me sweet release.
As if we had shared thoughts through telepathy, Shizune, Misha and I all had the same idea.
[Want to go somewhere for lunch?] Shizune asked.
Misha was enthusiastic as I was. Cold lunches get really boring after a while. We decided we'd go into town, but choose somewhere other than the Shanghai. We packed our things and before long, found ourselves downtown. There were several options all lined up for us on the same street. A ramen shop, a fairly fancy-looking place that looked far too expensive for how much money we had on hand, and a McDonald's.
"Hicchan, have you ever had McDonald's?" Misha asked.
"Can't say I have."
I could hear Shizune's stomach growl and turned to see an impatient expression on her face.
[Let's just pick one! I'm really hungry.] she prodded.
Settling on the American franchise, we opened the glass door and chose one of four lines in front of the counter. To the far left was a plastic life-size figure of a clown, wearing a yellow jumpsuit with a puffy red wig. He was holding an encasement that showcased the toys that came in the kids' meals. The words, "Happy meal" adorned the top of the plastic case.
Apparently, Shizune caught me staring because she playfully signed to me, [You want a Happy meal?]
I simply chuckled back, unable to come up with a witty response. Above the blue-haired ponytail wearing cashier was a menu with pictures of all the foods they had to offer. Mostly hamburgers and french fries. I had to do a double take when I saw the angus burger as thoughts of a smirking Emi flashed through my head. I shook it off and glanced at the chicken nuggets. They looked pretty good. All of it looked pretty good.
"I can't decide what I want." I told Misha.
"Don't worry, we can each get something different and share so we all get a taste." the bubbly pink-haired girl answered.
Shizune relayed her order to Misha, who told the cashier she wanted a number 1 value meal with a melon milkshake. She tapped her bottom lip as her eyes darted back and forth, trying to decided between two items.
"I'll have the 8 piece chicken nuggets, fries, and a coca cola." I piped up, giving Misha more time.
"Uh, a fish sandwich- no, a quarter pounder with cheese... argh. One of each please." Misha requested.
"We can share fries, Hicchan." Misha told me with a wink.
"Oh, and a chocolate shake." she told the cashier.
Shizune grabbed some napkins and straws and took one of the two trays to a table with me following suit.
The three of us sat down and started chowing down. It was like a frenzy with Shizune passing me some of her fries, Misha crossing over my arms to share a broken off portion of her fish sandwich with Shizune and myself finding both girls picking chicken nuggets from my box. Soon enough, we polished off the food and were left sipping our drinks. I took a glance towards the door and saw Lilly and Hanako enter the restaurant. What a coincidence. Hanako blushed and looked down when our eyes met and clung to Lilly's sleeve. The place was much less crowded by now.
[That was good, but I'm still a little hungry.] Shizune signed.
I couldn't argue. Most of my food was pilfered from the duo, but they managed to have full meals.
"We can always order something else." Misha told us.
[As long as I'm not paying.] I signed.
Gleefully, the trip of us went up and stood in line behind Lilly and Hanako.
"H-hi Hisao." said Hanako.
"Oh, Hisao from school is here?" Lilly asked.
"That's right! And us too!" shouted Misha, startling the pair in front of her.
"You can join us if you like." I told them.
Everyone came back to the tables with their orders and dug in.
"I can't explain it, but I keep feeling like I'm not eating anything, even though I'm getting more and more food." I said.
Hanako ordered a 20 piece nugget for herself and Lilly got an unusually large order as well. Shizune found herself with a double order of what she had last time and Misha got a variety of tastes on her return trip.
"My, my, I just can't stop eating!" Lilly giggled.
"Me too." I said, chomping down on my third burger.
This was strange. The more we ate, the more we went up to order and pack away in timely fashion.
[Let's race. Whoever can finish four burgers and a french fry container wins.] Shizune signed.
The race was on as burger after burger was scarfed down forcibly. French fry after french fry was devoured in minutes.
Hanako rubbed her growing stomach. Shizune's top strained.
"Ohhhh, Shicchan, I feel so bloated!" Misha cried, her hands barely able to move through the signs.
[Me too. I think I ate way too much.] Shizune signed back.
Then, my greatest fear was made real. Emi and Rin came in. I ducked under the bench to avoid being seen. After all that exercising and strict diet plan, she couldn't see me stuffing my face with McDonald's. Unfortunately she recognized the others and they sat down with us.
"Hisao?! Wh-ah! What happened to you?" Emi shrieked.
"Ugh, I ate too much." I replied.
Emi pierced her salad with her utensil and a fuming look overtook her face.
"What about all our progress? You're going to run your butt off later, mister!" she threatened.
Rin dipped her head into the box of fries.
"And the rest of you, what happened?" Emi questioned.
Everyone at the table had ballooned in size thanks to the gratuitous food. Hanako's tights had tiny rips in them from her expansion and Lilly began showing a muffintop over the waist of her skirt.
"I'm still hungry." Rin announced after finishing her food.
"Want some salad?" Emi offered.
"I don't like greeny leafy things to eat."
"Who wants dessert?" Lilly asked.
"Dessert? How can you think of dessert after all that?" Emi inquired.
"Come on, Rin, we'll get you something when we go up." Misha offered.
Emi shook her head and continued eating her salad until Misha, Rin, and Lilly came back with 15 apple pies, 7 sundaes, and a 50 piece chicken nuggets for Rin.
"What the hell is all that?" Emi scolded.
"Just try one." said Rin.
"No way. You're all out of control. You're going to eat yourselves to death!"
"Not a bad way to go." I said as I crammed an apple pie down my throat.
Misha dipped hers into her sundae and Shizune was already finished with her first ice cream.
"My, my, this is quite a party we all have here." Lilly said.
Everyone was too busy eating to say anything further.
Rin stood up and stretched her back.
"You can have the rest, Emi." she said, taking a step back.
Her belt was straining until it finally popped and her zipper parted ways.
"Don't look." she said, trying ineffectively to cover her striped panties with the tied up sleeves of her shirt, which was now stretched from her increased proportions.
"Weeelll, I guess one can't hurt." Emi said, taking a chicken nugget. "But ONLY one."
An hour later and a few more trips to the counter, she found herself no longer the smallest one at the table. Her butt spilled out of her tiny running bloomers and her shirt was little more than a crop top above her giant stomach.
[Let's get a measuring tape and see who ate more.] Shizune challenged.
There was a gleam in her eye that managed to light Emi on fire.
"You're on!" she dared.
The bench creaked and Misha's eye went wide.
"Ut oh..."
Before anyone could react, the seats crashed under the girls' weight.
"I can't move." said Rin.
"N-neither can I." the rounded Hanako chimed in.
Everyone sat on the floor and continued eating.
Up at the counter, the manager was arguing with his workers.
"They're going to eat everything in the store! You have to send them away!" the teary-eyed cashier said.
The pencil thin-mustached manager lifted a finger and protested.
"We're getting record profits today. Let them stay as long as they like."
"We're out of burger patties, sir." a teenaged male worker told the manager.
"It's a good thing your father is rich." I told Lilly.
"Shicchan is helping pay for it too." Misha chimed in, as if to brag that her family had more money.
"H-how are we going to get out of here?" Hanako asked.
She was right. We were too big to fit through the door. Lilly went up to the counter to explain the situation.
"We can't remove the doors." the manager told her, shaking his head incredulously.
"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Emi panicked.
"You'll just have to stay here until you can work the weight off." the manager answered with an evil look in his eye.
[Okay...But only because I’m a good sport]
Hisao winced at the outcome of the match that had taken place. It was an absolute brilliant strategy that she hardly saw coming, who knew that Canada had such tactical value?
[Looks like I’m the master at taking risks now, Hisao! Now just like we agreed to!]
Hisao paused for a second as she was somewhat taken at exactly what he had to do next. He swallowed his pride and stood up to take his lumps like a man, a guy is only as good as his word after all.
[Shizune, I have no idea how we let it get this bad...]
Hisao furled his brow at what he had to do.
[But we did agree to it]
Before him was a no-shit birthday cake, fit for 24 guests. All for her because she had the audacity to ignore North America during his conquest of the world in her game of risk.
He began properly with a knife and fork starting from a corner. Shizune was so gracious as to provide a gallon of milk to accompany him but it had soon gotten to the point where it was obvious that Hisao couldn’t carry on. With nearly half a gallon finished and ¾ of the cake gone his prim composure had gone sloppy as he had slumped back in his chair. Frosting had gotten onto his sleeves as well as his belly which was now almost screaming from inside his uniform to be let loose.
[I don’t think this is gonna work, anymore, Shizune]
Hisao exhaled and relaxed as he slumped even further down his chair.
[Don’t think you’re getting off so easy, Hisao]
Shizune marched over towards Hisao with a stern, almost militant stride.
[Sit up! Back straight! Chin up!]
Hisao jokingly complied, half surprised that her use of JSL was able to impart that much force and half because he was nearly comatose after eating nearly an entire birthday cake to himself.
[Hands at your side, you!]
Hisao further complied with her orders, again half joking as if she was acting out her risk game in person like some prestigious general. Not realizing what exactly her plan was.
“Wahaha~!”
Just as soon as he had assumed the position Misha had sprung into action, grabbing his arms and quickly binding them behind his chair with zip ties.
“What the hell are you doing?! It was just a stupid bet!”
“Wahaha~, you should’ve considered the ramifications before going up against Shiichan, Hisao, You had lost even before you began and you should realize what you were betting on!”
[Cry all you want, doughboy, because there isn’t a means for escape]
Shizune had planned this out which seemed particularly cruel since there was no way Hisao could directly reply to her without the aid of Misha. He also had pondered what exactly she had meant when she called him “doughboy” only to find out shortly after when she had straddled him and began to undo his shirt buttons and his belt buckle.
[My, my, you let yourself go, Hisao, maybe I should’ve worked you harder when I had the chance]
She knelt down beside him started prodding and playing with his distended belly. While it was a relief to be free of his belt and trousers that were all but cutting into his midsection, he now had to deal with what was happening between Misha and Shizune.
“Oh wow, Hiichan, I didn’t know you had it in you”
Misha accompanied Shizune on the opposite side accompanying her with the bizarre bellyplay.
“Hey, damnit, Misha, Tell Shizune to knock it off! This tickles!”
“I still feel room for more, Hiichan, you’re not going anywhere until you complete your wager”
[Since you’re incapacitated I think you’re gonna need a little assistance then]
Without hesitation, Shizune stood up and grabbed some silverware and a napkin off the table took a small stab at the cake, taking a taste for herselh.
[I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Hisao, this is pretty delicious]
She then proceeded to take a piece and ferry it over to Hisao’s mouth who offered resistance at first.
“You aren’t going anywhere until you man up, Hisao, you best get to eatin’!”
Hisao, who was already nearly comatose from earlier begrudgingly surrendered and let Shizune feed him. Piece by piece were led into his mouth by Shizune distending his gut further and further. For every groan and churn that came from Hisao’s mid section Misha was there to massage it down trying to notionally free as much room in his belly as she could. Eventually all that was left was scraps of frosting both in the box that the cake came in and on Hisao’s exposed, swollen midsection
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It seemed no matter what Hisao just couldn’t win. Shizune was on his case like a hawk stalking a mouse. If he wanted to go somewhere, she would know about it. It didn’t help that Misha was following her every whim, meaning Hisao had to deal with a second pair of eyes to keep Shizune up to date with his whereabouts.
There was nothing much Hisao could do about the situation, if he was somewhere Shizune wouldn’t want him, she’d find him and make sure he was in the student council room like he should be. Eventually he was inducted into the council as the official “Doughboy”, as she put it. If Hisao wasn’t eating, he wasn’t doing his job.
For weeks on end she’d had Hisao take part in impossible challenges, mainly taking her head on in some kind of contest that Hisao would only win if the planets aligned in his favour. Of course, he lost every one and paid the price, forcible feeding of stupidly large meals his punishment. He would never leave the Council’s headquarters unless his belly was packed with food and his face splattered with the remains of his meal.
However, today Shizune was giving him a little mercy. Hisao was given free roam to bring in whatever food he desired today, no challenges or contests, just him getting to eat what he wanted. Of course, he was still eating and this was something he’d rather not do, but he knew not to go against Shizune’s wishes.
“Hey Misha.” Hisao merely said, clutching two plastic bags filled with food. His breathing was slightly laboured, having to carry around those bags was pretty tough considering he had little to no muscle to speak of. Both girls took note of the tired out boy, watching his hefty stomach rise and fall with heavy breaths.
“Heya there Dough- I mean Hicchan!” Misha replied, quickly remembering that only Shizune had the honour of calling him that. She’d made it very clear Hisao was all hers, though Misha was allowed along for the ride. “We have your spot all warm and ready~” Misha gestured over to Hisao’s seat, instantly recognizable by how beat up and worn it was. Given how fat Hisao had gotten, the already aged chair had suffered, needing a few repairs so it was able to support his weight.
[Do enjoy your mercy day, won’t you doughboy?] Shizune signs over, simply smiling as Hisao plops himself onto the old chair, each individual creak and strain audible though the room as his plump rear squeezes in. [I’ve got plenty up my sleeve for you next week]
Simply nodding, Hisao settles himself down, moving back slightly so to not let his belly press into the table. Finally, it’s time to sit down and time to eat. Reaching into the first bag of the two, Hisao takes out a rather hearty club sandwich, loaded with plenty of balanced fillings. Even on his off day, he knew Shizune would be breathing down his neck to make sure he ate plenty of his fill. If it wasn’t big enough, she’d no doubt make up for it tomorrow. At least it was a chance for him to get a decent meal in. Most of these food punishments were just junk food, having that forced into you daily wasn’t going to do him any favours, so Hisao strived to make sure his own food selection was balanced and had some decent nutritional value.
The room was quiet with nothing but the soft chewing of Hisao’s mouth, enjoying his large meal. It was a nice change of pace to eat for himself, even if he was still eating an obscene amount like the hog he’d become. Moving onto a large bag of pretzels, he savoured the flavours in his mouth, actually having the time to taste something instead of having it forced down his throat was rather nice too. All the while, Hisao couldn’t exactly enjoy himself with all this.
Turning his head, he saw Shizune watching with intent eyes, those sapphires of hers watching as he slowly chewed and swallowed his current mouthful, confused and staring at her.
[Go on]
The straightforward and quick way she signed that was rather intimidating to him, causing Hisao to move on with his meals, taking out one of several bentos so he could get a start on them. From there, he kept on going, eating away and trying not to let Shizune’s constant watch over him get the better of him. The feeling of fullness wasn’t as apparent as it was when he was getting food forcibly shoveled into him, but it was still there was he moved onto the next bag.
Putting a hand to his soft belly, Hisao rubbed it a little as he pushed a the last of 12 meat buns down his mouth. Feeling a buildup of gas inside, Hisao was about to cover his mouth, only for Shizune to snap her fingers, getting his attention.
Hisao winced at the outcome of the match that had taken place. It was an absolute brilliant strategy that she hardly saw coming, who knew that Canada had such tactical value?
[Looks like I’m the master at taking risks now, Hisao! Now just like we agreed to!]
Hisao paused for a second as she was somewhat taken at exactly what he had to do next. He swallowed his pride and stood up to take his lumps like a man, a guy is only as good as his word after all.
[Shizune, I have no idea how we let it get this bad...]
Hisao furled his brow at what he had to do.
[But we did agree to it]
Before him was a no-shit birthday cake, fit for 24 guests. All for her because she had the audacity to ignore North America during his conquest of the world in her game of risk.
He began properly with a knife and fork starting from a corner. Shizune was so gracious as to provide a gallon of milk to accompany him but it had soon gotten to the point where it was obvious that Hisao couldn’t carry on. With nearly half a gallon finished and ¾ of the cake gone his prim composure had gone sloppy as he had slumped back in his chair. Frosting had gotten onto his sleeves as well as his belly which was now almost screaming from inside his uniform to be let loose.
[I don’t think this is gonna work, anymore, Shizune]
Hisao exhaled and relaxed as he slumped even further down his chair.
[Don’t think you’re getting off so easy, Hisao]
Shizune marched over towards Hisao with a stern, almost militant stride.
[Sit up! Back straight! Chin up!]
Hisao jokingly complied, half surprised that her use of JSL was able to impart that much force and half because he was nearly comatose after eating nearly an entire birthday cake to himself.
[Hands at your side, you!]
Hisao further complied with her orders, again half joking as if she was acting out her risk game in person like some prestigious general. Not realizing what exactly her plan was.
“Wahaha~!”
Just as soon as he had assumed the position Misha had sprung into action, grabbing his arms and quickly binding them behind his chair with zip ties.
“What the hell are you doing?! It was just a stupid bet!”
“Wahaha~, you should’ve considered the ramifications before going up against Shiichan, Hisao, You had lost even before you began and you should realize what you were betting on!”
[Cry all you want, doughboy, because there isn’t a means for escape]
Shizune had planned this out which seemed particularly cruel since there was no way Hisao could directly reply to her without the aid of Misha. He also had pondered what exactly she had meant when she called him “doughboy” only to find out shortly after when she had straddled him and began to undo his shirt buttons and his belt buckle.
[My, my, you let yourself go, Hisao, maybe I should’ve worked you harder when I had the chance]
She knelt down beside him started prodding and playing with his distended belly. While it was a relief to be free of his belt and trousers that were all but cutting into his midsection, he now had to deal with what was happening between Misha and Shizune.
“Oh wow, Hiichan, I didn’t know you had it in you”
Misha accompanied Shizune on the opposite side accompanying her with the bizarre bellyplay.
“Hey, damnit, Misha, Tell Shizune to knock it off! This tickles!”
“I still feel room for more, Hiichan, you’re not going anywhere until you complete your wager”
[Since you’re incapacitated I think you’re gonna need a little assistance then]
Without hesitation, Shizune stood up and grabbed some silverware and a napkin off the table took a small stab at the cake, taking a taste for herselh.
[I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Hisao, this is pretty delicious]
She then proceeded to take a piece and ferry it over to Hisao’s mouth who offered resistance at first.
“You aren’t going anywhere until you man up, Hisao, you best get to eatin’!”
Hisao, who was already nearly comatose from earlier begrudgingly surrendered and let Shizune feed him. Piece by piece were led into his mouth by Shizune distending his gut further and further. For every groan and churn that came from Hisao’s mid section Misha was there to massage it down trying to notionally free as much room in his belly as she could. Eventually all that was left was scraps of frosting both in the box that the cake came in and on Hisao’s exposed, swollen midsection
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It seemed no matter what Hisao just couldn’t win. Shizune was on his case like a hawk stalking a mouse. If he wanted to go somewhere, she would know about it. It didn’t help that Misha was following her every whim, meaning Hisao had to deal with a second pair of eyes to keep Shizune up to date with his whereabouts.
There was nothing much Hisao could do about the situation, if he was somewhere Shizune wouldn’t want him, she’d find him and make sure he was in the student council room like he should be. Eventually he was inducted into the council as the official “Doughboy”, as she put it. If Hisao wasn’t eating, he wasn’t doing his job.
For weeks on end she’d had Hisao take part in impossible challenges, mainly taking her head on in some kind of contest that Hisao would only win if the planets aligned in his favour. Of course, he lost every one and paid the price, forcible feeding of stupidly large meals his punishment. He would never leave the Council’s headquarters unless his belly was packed with food and his face splattered with the remains of his meal.
However, today Shizune was giving him a little mercy. Hisao was given free roam to bring in whatever food he desired today, no challenges or contests, just him getting to eat what he wanted. Of course, he was still eating and this was something he’d rather not do, but he knew not to go against Shizune’s wishes.
“Hey Misha.” Hisao merely said, clutching two plastic bags filled with food. His breathing was slightly laboured, having to carry around those bags was pretty tough considering he had little to no muscle to speak of. Both girls took note of the tired out boy, watching his hefty stomach rise and fall with heavy breaths.
“Heya there Dough- I mean Hicchan!” Misha replied, quickly remembering that only Shizune had the honour of calling him that. She’d made it very clear Hisao was all hers, though Misha was allowed along for the ride. “We have your spot all warm and ready~” Misha gestured over to Hisao’s seat, instantly recognizable by how beat up and worn it was. Given how fat Hisao had gotten, the already aged chair had suffered, needing a few repairs so it was able to support his weight.
[Do enjoy your mercy day, won’t you doughboy?] Shizune signs over, simply smiling as Hisao plops himself onto the old chair, each individual creak and strain audible though the room as his plump rear squeezes in. [I’ve got plenty up my sleeve for you next week]
Simply nodding, Hisao settles himself down, moving back slightly so to not let his belly press into the table. Finally, it’s time to sit down and time to eat. Reaching into the first bag of the two, Hisao takes out a rather hearty club sandwich, loaded with plenty of balanced fillings. Even on his off day, he knew Shizune would be breathing down his neck to make sure he ate plenty of his fill. If it wasn’t big enough, she’d no doubt make up for it tomorrow. At least it was a chance for him to get a decent meal in. Most of these food punishments were just junk food, having that forced into you daily wasn’t going to do him any favours, so Hisao strived to make sure his own food selection was balanced and had some decent nutritional value.
The room was quiet with nothing but the soft chewing of Hisao’s mouth, enjoying his large meal. It was a nice change of pace to eat for himself, even if he was still eating an obscene amount like the hog he’d become. Moving onto a large bag of pretzels, he savoured the flavours in his mouth, actually having the time to taste something instead of having it forced down his throat was rather nice too. All the while, Hisao couldn’t exactly enjoy himself with all this.
Turning his head, he saw Shizune watching with intent eyes, those sapphires of hers watching as he slowly chewed and swallowed his current mouthful, confused and staring at her.
[Go on]
The straightforward and quick way she signed that was rather intimidating to him, causing Hisao to move on with his meals, taking out one of several bentos so he could get a start on them. From there, he kept on going, eating away and trying not to let Shizune’s constant watch over him get the better of him. The feeling of fullness wasn’t as apparent as it was when he was getting food forcibly shoveled into him, but it was still there was he moved onto the next bag.
Putting a hand to his soft belly, Hisao rubbed it a little as he pushed a the last of 12 meat buns down his mouth. Feeling a buildup of gas inside, Hisao was about to cover his mouth, only for Shizune to snap her fingers, getting his attention.
[Just let it out]
With a single small nod, Hisao lay back and belched. It was long and freed up some room inside his belly, rather glad he was able to do it without any problems. Shizune merely smiled as he continued to eat, more food disappearing into his stomach as he ate, his rather large shirt straining. Laying back again as his paced slowed, Hisao was really starting to feel full, his stomach filling up to the brim. But he knew he couldn’t stop, Shizune would have none of it. Forcing a slice of carrot cake past his lips, he swallowed and heard a tiny little clink onto the floor. Looking about, he saw Shizune licking her lips at him.
That’s when he noticed a popped button on the floor, laying before him. Seems his shirt wasn’t good enough for the stuffing, one of the buttons flying off from the pressure, leaving Hisao with a window of creamy pale belly skin free to look at. Shaking it off before anything else could happen, Hisao scarfed down the rest of his food quickly, finally stopping as he burped again. No doubt, he was stuffed. But he didn’t feel like he was going to burst at any moment, he just felt like a good lie down would help.
Thankfully the day was soon ending, Misha having been excused as Hisao heaved his flabby body up, putting the button in his pants pocket to sew back on later. Just as he was about to leave quickly, he felt two soft feminine hands clutch onto his belly, grabbing rolls of fat as it squeezed the round tummy.
Shizune was having a fun time feeling just how soft his belly was. Hisao knew she was doing it to see how much fatter he was, like she was a witch and he was just a fat little Hansel for her to enjoy. Moving about to him, she traced a finger onto his belly before she started signing.
[Impressive doughboy….you’ve gotten to be a right little gluttonous boy, right?] She smiled sweetly. [I wasn’t too impressed before that button pop. Seems you did get yourself enough to stuff your fat gut to the gills. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have anything special for you soon enough….]
Letting him go, Hisao waddled out of the room fast as his thick rubbing thighs would allow, Shizune waving slightly as he decided he needed a long lie down on his bed. And a pizza from Kenji.
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Extra Credit with Shizune.
The words rang in Hisao’s head over and over, Misha’s instruction to him before leaving the council room haunting him over and over.
Hisao was getting pretty huge at this point, taking the crown as fattest kid in class from Taro, all thanks to Shizune’s watchful eye and calorie heavy regime. Hisao couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, though he could remember eating two wedding cakes and 5000 yen worth of take out food. Even getting uniforms was becoming an issue, Hisao having to rely on Shizune to get his custom size in exchange for letting her feed him as many chocolate bars as she wanted.
In his slow heavy waddling stride, Hisao fumbled into the girl’s dormitories, thankly Shizune’s room was on the ground floor. Stairs were currently proving Hisao’s biggest weakness, even a medium sized staircase enough to make him pant for air. Even with elevators it was rather awkward to share one with another person, lest Hisao crammed himself in the corner in an attempt to stop his grand belly from brushing against them.
Standing outside of Shizune’s room, he took a deep breath before opening the door. Naturally, he was greeted by Shizune, though for once she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Clad in a more casual outfit, being a white vest and shorts, not to mention clearly not wearing a bra, the deaf/mute grinned as she gestured over to the table beside her, revealing what appeared to be a three course meal. Given how this was Shizune, it was a three course meal which would probably constitute as a buffet.
[Uniform? Disappointing, I was hoping you’d dress more appropriately for our date] She signed, confusing Hisao.
[What do you mea-] Hisao’s sign was cut off by Shizune slapping his hands aside, poking him in the gut sharply.
[Less signing, more eating Doughboy! I cooked this by hand, so you better eat every last morsel!] Poking him until he sat down, Hisao waited until he needed to be prompted.
[Use your hands, it’s faster that way] She added, getting a little frustrated with him.
[Shizune! I re-] Getting fed up, she took a handful of potato skins and shoved it into his maw, Hisao forced to chew slowly before gulping it down. Grabbing him by the cheeks, Shizune gave a death glare.
[Eat you fat fuck] Her signs were so sharp they could probably cut him if she tried. Gulping, Hisao obeyed his superior and began to gorge.
First course, the starter. Classic starter dishes, the aforementioned potato skins, prawn cocktails,chicken wings with dips, spring rolls, the whole lot. Just as he expected, these were far from starter portions and looked more like party food portions, the way they were all piled up on top of each other.
Hisao wouldn’t deny, these tasted great. He was surprised at Shizune’s ability as a cook, never expecting her to be the type to be skilled in the culinary arts. Then again, he never expected Shizune to making him obese, making the surprise somewhat dulled.
There was both a strange resentment and enjoyment in the almost piggish manner Hisao ate. It was clear Shizune was loving it, sitting opposite to him and watching as he grabbed handfuls of finger foods before cramming them into his mouth, already coating his lips in a fine layer of grease. For Hisao, he almost found himself liking it. Cramming so many different foods into his mouth at once allowed for some vibrant tastes he’d never experienced before, prompting him to experiment with combinations along with the dipping sauces.
Despite the overly large portions, Hisao made short work of the starter. Letting out a few small burps he licked his fingers and wiped his mouth, pleased with the starter. A few splotches of salsa and grease stained his top, but he didn’t mind too much. If anything it only made it better, fueling Shizune’s bizarre desires to watch him changing into a glutton.
[Excellent work. Now it’s time for your main course]
Shizune brought upon the next course, Hisao knew this was going to be completely monstrous in comparison. She wouldn’t rest until he was fit to burst, a feeling he’d gotten very accommodated to, but never quite getting used to the feeling.
Brought to the table was the main course, a carnivorous assortment of large plump meat dishes, ranging from turkey to chicken to pork and gammon. All of the dishes were packed full of meat, no potatoes or vegetables at all to compliment them. And just like before, all of this was ideal for eating with his hands, just the way she wanted.
Hisao dug into the huge meals, tearing off meat and skin with no signs of slowing down, thick juicy helpings consumed by the handful, only serving to add more lard onto Hisao’s already huge frame. It was almost like he was changing slowly as he ate, his manner of eating and expression making it seem like he was almost entranced by it all. All the weeks of gorging and gaining were finally getting to him, he had accepted his fate and was going to enjoy his new lifestyle to the fullest.
This was certainly helped with how great it all tasted. Hisao wouldn’t deny he’d come to love a good slab of meat, and these were some quality cuts cooked to perfection. Every satisfactory moan or loud belch was a sign he was enjoying his meal, as if his grease coated hands and messy cheeks weren’t enough. His white shirt wasn’t so white anymore, the sleeves completely brown from how they’d dipped onto the juices of the plates, not that he cared at all. It tasted so great, all he wanted to do was eat more and more. Even Shizune was a little surprised at just how gluttonous Hisao was being on his own accord.
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The relaxed atmosphere in class 3-1 was abruptly halted at the sound of a deep, guttural roar. At first the class stood perplexed as to what could have caused such a beastly sound as it didn't seem like anything outside of a caged animal could possibly make it. Suddenly they heard the tremorous noise again. This particular noise was deep enough to even get the attention of the deaf mute student council president, Shizune Hakamichi as the vibrations were enough to have jilted her. She quickly knew where the origins of the sounds were coming from as she sat next the source, Hisao Nakai, the boy who was clutching his abdomen and was emanating heat from his beet red face. His belly had shrieked in protest yet again finally prompting Shizune’s pink drill haired friend and eager translator Misha to finally speak out.
With a single small nod, Hisao lay back and belched. It was long and freed up some room inside his belly, rather glad he was able to do it without any problems. Shizune merely smiled as he continued to eat, more food disappearing into his stomach as he ate, his rather large shirt straining. Laying back again as his paced slowed, Hisao was really starting to feel full, his stomach filling up to the brim. But he knew he couldn’t stop, Shizune would have none of it. Forcing a slice of carrot cake past his lips, he swallowed and heard a tiny little clink onto the floor. Looking about, he saw Shizune licking her lips at him.
That’s when he noticed a popped button on the floor, laying before him. Seems his shirt wasn’t good enough for the stuffing, one of the buttons flying off from the pressure, leaving Hisao with a window of creamy pale belly skin free to look at. Shaking it off before anything else could happen, Hisao scarfed down the rest of his food quickly, finally stopping as he burped again. No doubt, he was stuffed. But he didn’t feel like he was going to burst at any moment, he just felt like a good lie down would help.
Thankfully the day was soon ending, Misha having been excused as Hisao heaved his flabby body up, putting the button in his pants pocket to sew back on later. Just as he was about to leave quickly, he felt two soft feminine hands clutch onto his belly, grabbing rolls of fat as it squeezed the round tummy.
Shizune was having a fun time feeling just how soft his belly was. Hisao knew she was doing it to see how much fatter he was, like she was a witch and he was just a fat little Hansel for her to enjoy. Moving about to him, she traced a finger onto his belly before she started signing.
[Impressive doughboy….you’ve gotten to be a right little gluttonous boy, right?] She smiled sweetly. [I wasn’t too impressed before that button pop. Seems you did get yourself enough to stuff your fat gut to the gills. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have anything special for you soon enough….]
Letting him go, Hisao waddled out of the room fast as his thick rubbing thighs would allow, Shizune waving slightly as he decided he needed a long lie down on his bed. And a pizza from Kenji.
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Extra Credit with Shizune.
The words rang in Hisao’s head over and over, Misha’s instruction to him before leaving the council room haunting him over and over.
Hisao was getting pretty huge at this point, taking the crown as fattest kid in class from Taro, all thanks to Shizune’s watchful eye and calorie heavy regime. Hisao couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, though he could remember eating two wedding cakes and 5000 yen worth of take out food. Even getting uniforms was becoming an issue, Hisao having to rely on Shizune to get his custom size in exchange for letting her feed him as many chocolate bars as she wanted.
In his slow heavy waddling stride, Hisao fumbled into the girl’s dormitories, thankly Shizune’s room was on the ground floor. Stairs were currently proving Hisao’s biggest weakness, even a medium sized staircase enough to make him pant for air. Even with elevators it was rather awkward to share one with another person, lest Hisao crammed himself in the corner in an attempt to stop his grand belly from brushing against them.
Standing outside of Shizune’s room, he took a deep breath before opening the door. Naturally, he was greeted by Shizune, though for once she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Clad in a more casual outfit, being a white vest and shorts, not to mention clearly not wearing a bra, the deaf/mute grinned as she gestured over to the table beside her, revealing what appeared to be a three course meal. Given how this was Shizune, it was a three course meal which would probably constitute as a buffet.
[Uniform? Disappointing, I was hoping you’d dress more appropriately for our date] She signed, confusing Hisao.
[What do you mea-] Hisao’s sign was cut off by Shizune slapping his hands aside, poking him in the gut sharply.
[Less signing, more eating Doughboy! I cooked this by hand, so you better eat every last morsel!] Poking him until he sat down, Hisao waited until he needed to be prompted.
[Use your hands, it’s faster that way] She added, getting a little frustrated with him.
[Shizune! I re-] Getting fed up, she took a handful of potato skins and shoved it into his maw, Hisao forced to chew slowly before gulping it down. Grabbing him by the cheeks, Shizune gave a death glare.
[Eat you fat fuck] Her signs were so sharp they could probably cut him if she tried. Gulping, Hisao obeyed his superior and began to gorge.
First course, the starter. Classic starter dishes, the aforementioned potato skins, prawn cocktails,chicken wings with dips, spring rolls, the whole lot. Just as he expected, these were far from starter portions and looked more like party food portions, the way they were all piled up on top of each other.
Hisao wouldn’t deny, these tasted great. He was surprised at Shizune’s ability as a cook, never expecting her to be the type to be skilled in the culinary arts. Then again, he never expected Shizune to making him obese, making the surprise somewhat dulled.
There was both a strange resentment and enjoyment in the almost piggish manner Hisao ate. It was clear Shizune was loving it, sitting opposite to him and watching as he grabbed handfuls of finger foods before cramming them into his mouth, already coating his lips in a fine layer of grease. For Hisao, he almost found himself liking it. Cramming so many different foods into his mouth at once allowed for some vibrant tastes he’d never experienced before, prompting him to experiment with combinations along with the dipping sauces.
Despite the overly large portions, Hisao made short work of the starter. Letting out a few small burps he licked his fingers and wiped his mouth, pleased with the starter. A few splotches of salsa and grease stained his top, but he didn’t mind too much. If anything it only made it better, fueling Shizune’s bizarre desires to watch him changing into a glutton.
[Excellent work. Now it’s time for your main course]
Shizune brought upon the next course, Hisao knew this was going to be completely monstrous in comparison. She wouldn’t rest until he was fit to burst, a feeling he’d gotten very accommodated to, but never quite getting used to the feeling.
Brought to the table was the main course, a carnivorous assortment of large plump meat dishes, ranging from turkey to chicken to pork and gammon. All of the dishes were packed full of meat, no potatoes or vegetables at all to compliment them. And just like before, all of this was ideal for eating with his hands, just the way she wanted.
Hisao dug into the huge meals, tearing off meat and skin with no signs of slowing down, thick juicy helpings consumed by the handful, only serving to add more lard onto Hisao’s already huge frame. It was almost like he was changing slowly as he ate, his manner of eating and expression making it seem like he was almost entranced by it all. All the weeks of gorging and gaining were finally getting to him, he had accepted his fate and was going to enjoy his new lifestyle to the fullest.
This was certainly helped with how great it all tasted. Hisao wouldn’t deny he’d come to love a good slab of meat, and these were some quality cuts cooked to perfection. Every satisfactory moan or loud belch was a sign he was enjoying his meal, as if his grease coated hands and messy cheeks weren’t enough. His white shirt wasn’t so white anymore, the sleeves completely brown from how they’d dipped onto the juices of the plates, not that he cared at all. It tasted so great, all he wanted to do was eat more and more. Even Shizune was a little surprised at just how gluttonous Hisao was being on his own accord.
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The relaxed atmosphere in class 3-1 was abruptly halted at the sound of a deep, guttural roar. At first the class stood perplexed as to what could have caused such a beastly sound as it didn't seem like anything outside of a caged animal could possibly make it. Suddenly they heard the tremorous noise again. This particular noise was deep enough to even get the attention of the deaf mute student council president, Shizune Hakamichi as the vibrations were enough to have jilted her. She quickly knew where the origins of the sounds were coming from as she sat next the source, Hisao Nakai, the boy who was clutching his abdomen and was emanating heat from his beet red face. His belly had shrieked in protest yet again finally prompting Shizune’s pink drill haired friend and eager translator Misha to finally speak out.
“My my Hiichan, you're gonna bring the school down at this rate!”
“G-Guys, I'm sorry, it's just that my parents have been late on providing my allowance and. Oh-”
Just as Hisao had retorted his belly cried out again, this time after seeing that it was beginning to affect the class as, the student council president had to make a stand and take action.
“[Misha, I've been failing this class because I've been failing Hisao, we're going to have to do something about this post-haste]”
“[What do you have in mind then, Shiichan?]”
Much to Hisao’s utter dismay he let out another growl than seemed to disrupt Shizune’s and Misha’s silent conversation and further grate against the rest of the class’ collective ears. Shizune took the lead of the exchange while the rest of the class were still distracted.
“[I hope this works Shiichan, you're lucky you're deaf in this situation!]”
“[Trust me on this Misha]”
Misha nodded and began to address the class as loud as her voice would let her.
“Wahaha~! It appears Hisao hasn't eaten in a matter of days and as Shiichan says it's starting to have an effect on our learning! Let's all help out Hisao and the class by doing the neighborly thing and lend him your lunch!”
Hisao stood and protest to quiet her and the rest of the class.
“H-Hold on now. I'm fine, I just-”
Right at that moment, a roar had erupted and sent him doubling over.
“Shiichan says this is the only way, Hiichan, stop complaining and get to eating!”
The rest of the classroom heard Hisao’s plight as spoken by Shizune, Misha and Hisao’s own stomach as they all lined up and began pulling out bento boxes as well as snacks and curry bread. Reluctantly, Hisao began to eat what was given to him. First slowly, and then with increasing fervor as the food kept coming. More and more he ate and ate almost as quick as the food came to him. Gradually the beastly noises had subsided but were gradually replaced by another ravenous noise from him devouring bento after bento after curry bread after curry bread. Without noticing, his belly began to swell and distend as the food packed inside pressed against his inner walls, his clothes gave way to the expansion of his midsection as his belt snapped off his trousers and the buttons bursting free of his shirt granting his belly the room it needed for unfettered growth.
This continued for quite some time as it seemed nearly the whole school had made the charitable decision to donate a day's lunch to the unfortunate student of class 3-1 but by the time he had reached the end and finally had to slow down from his ravenous gorging he had come to a startling realization. What had began as a massive, packed full belly had turned into a fleshy mass that seemingly devoured his legs and sagged nearly to the floor. Perched on top were two newly formed man boobs that could easily dwarf those of a girl in his class which shivered at every breath made by him flanked by two arms coated in rolls of fat and framed further by Hisao’s now portly face. His jowls now sporting two chins all of which rested upon his massive ass which devoured the chair they sat on and accompanied his pillars of flesh that were legs.
Taking a moment to let it sink in, he allowed his porky sausage fingers to grasp at the sides of his freed belly, an extremely soft feeling as his hands sunk into the expanse, lifting his belly the best he could before letting it drop down, wobbling furiously with his extremely packed gut groaning out from the sheer amount of food he’d eaten.
“Ooogh...how d-did I overdo it this bad….” Hisao muttered out in a much deeper voice, chubby cheeks and thick chins wobbling with every word that escaped his plump lips. His thick legs were surrounded by empty bentos and discarded packaging, every last scrap and drop of sauce gone to be packed onto his now morbidly obese frame. It was like a massacre, except with food, and Hisao was the monster who’d devoured it all so ravenously.
He was brought back into reality as a sharp slap hit his belly, enough to make him yelp as Misha stood over him, purposely leaning into his gut with a devilish grin on her face. “Did you enjoy our gracious hospitality Hiichan? You should be thanking us! Especially ME!” Playfully sticking her tongue out, Misha played with Hisao’s expansive gut like it was her own personal plaything, circling her finger around his deep navel whilst sinking her other hand into his flesh like she was kneading dough. “But you’re not done yeeeet….there’s so much more to eat!”
“M-more?...” Groaning at the prospect, Hisao had no choice as Shizune was by his side with her trademark favourite food, well not really, more like the food she ate more than anything. His eyes widened as a mighty helping of chinese noodles were stuffed into his mouth, Shizune giving a bright smile though Hisao knew behind that smile was an evil grin with a stare that would pierce his soul.
With Misha playing with his gut and Shizune stuffing more noodles to make his cheeks bulge out, the incredibly fat student was stuck in his situation. Forced to slurp them down, the process continued as the class watched on, amongst the other students of the school who stayed to watch. Hisao ate and ate, his pace forced to pick up as Shizune and Misha took their roles as designated feeders.
How full he got, how massive he became, it was becoming truly ridiculous at this point. Now his belly really did sag to the floor, oozing across as it groaned and shuddered with each new mouthful. His arms were practically useless at this point, so loaded with flab moving them about was a pain, no wonder that the devilish duo needed to feed him. The old clothing was no match for the flab, by now Hisao’s pants were on their last seams, leg fat bulging out of rips and a hefty ass crack pouring from behind his rump, not to mention the amazing sight of his feet so packed with weight they burst out of his shoes, leaving him bare foot.
“Almost done? Aww, it felt like we’d only gotten started with the fun!” Misha whined, mourning the loss of all the remaining food sources, lounging on top of Hisao’s mega sized tummy like it was a bed, whilst Shizune simply worked as diligently as she had before, not really minding how Hisao had gotten a tad messy with some splattered on his heavy cheeks, using her chopsticks to gently push some spicy beef into his lips, by now the poor obese boy was so worn out chewing and swallowing had gotten a bit troublesome.
With the last few morsels firmly packed into the bottomless pit of Hisao’s gut, he could take a moment to rest, Shizune back once again with a napkin for the sauce on his cheeks, whilst Misha was riling up the crowded classroom to cheer for Hisao onto his amazing feat. “We did it! Hiichan is nice and well fed, he’ll never go hungry again now!” Some slow claps came out which slowly turned into an overall applause, though the moment didn’t last for too much longer.
Everyone had forgotten Hisao had been sitting on the exact same chair the whole time, the metal legs bending and warping under a unfathomable amount of boy butt blubber. With a final few creaks, the chair gave way with Hisao unable to do anything about it, the entire class gasping as his mighty body fell to the ground, shaking the classroom with a mighty thud, the sight of Hisao’s belly wobbling with his fall a strange sight to see.
“I’m….okay….oogh….my gut…” Massaging the sides of his bloated middle with porky hands, the class breathed a sigh of relief as he was okay, though now they remembered that he probably wasn’t in the state to get up himself. Shizune was quick to sign with Misha translating her rally. “Come on everyone! You help Hiichan before! Now he needs our help again! Let’s lift our blubber butt up!”
With a mighty group effort, everyone crowded around the fallen fatty and grasped at his mighty folds, pulling with all their might to see him up onto his feet. Once they’d got him sitting, his belly utterly engulfing his legs in fatty folds, they did their best to lift him onto his tubby feet, not easy at all with his position or his sheer weight, but after some perseverance, Hisao was standing tall, their obese gluttonous hero of the class finally up.
“Ooh, just in time too! Class is about to end! Let’s get going!” Misha rallied once more, everyone pooling out the class whilst Hisao did his best to soothe his belly, not sure how he’d get by now he was battling with a mega sized stomach ache. “Did Shizune really….need to feed me so much spicy stuff...god it feels like my insides are fighting with each other…”
With a lumbering waddle, Hisao’s chunky legs fought against the tidal wave of belly flab to move his extremely large self to the exit, seeing the hallway on the other side of the classroom as he moved...or at least tried to. Shifting himself a little and already working up a slight sweat trying to move, he craned his lard filled neck around to notice to his dread, his incredibly pudgy ass was firmly wedged into the door frame of the class, no way he’d actually get out from that now he thought about it. The flab pooled around the edges, lodging him firmly in as Misha and Shizune stood right before him, Misha lovingly patting his belly.
“Thanks Hiichan! Shizune is really happy you’d play along with the plan!”
“W-What plan?! You’re telling me you fattened me into a butterball for a plan??!!?”
“Yep! There’s a biiiiig exam coming up and we’d feel better getting another week to study! Soooo…..we kinda stole your money so you’d get hungry, and then once you’d starved enough we’d have the perfect excuse to give you the ol’ hansel and gretel treatment!”
“How does this stop you from doing an exam?!!?”
“Cause! You blocking the doorway counts as a health and safety hazard! Shizune read up on it and made up the whole plan herself! Now we just gotta wait for your tubby pale butt to get wedged out of the classroom and then
“G-Guys, I'm sorry, it's just that my parents have been late on providing my allowance and. Oh-”
Just as Hisao had retorted his belly cried out again, this time after seeing that it was beginning to affect the class as, the student council president had to make a stand and take action.
“[Misha, I've been failing this class because I've been failing Hisao, we're going to have to do something about this post-haste]”
“[What do you have in mind then, Shiichan?]”
Much to Hisao’s utter dismay he let out another growl than seemed to disrupt Shizune’s and Misha’s silent conversation and further grate against the rest of the class’ collective ears. Shizune took the lead of the exchange while the rest of the class were still distracted.
“[I hope this works Shiichan, you're lucky you're deaf in this situation!]”
“[Trust me on this Misha]”
Misha nodded and began to address the class as loud as her voice would let her.
“Wahaha~! It appears Hisao hasn't eaten in a matter of days and as Shiichan says it's starting to have an effect on our learning! Let's all help out Hisao and the class by doing the neighborly thing and lend him your lunch!”
Hisao stood and protest to quiet her and the rest of the class.
“H-Hold on now. I'm fine, I just-”
Right at that moment, a roar had erupted and sent him doubling over.
“Shiichan says this is the only way, Hiichan, stop complaining and get to eating!”
The rest of the classroom heard Hisao’s plight as spoken by Shizune, Misha and Hisao’s own stomach as they all lined up and began pulling out bento boxes as well as snacks and curry bread. Reluctantly, Hisao began to eat what was given to him. First slowly, and then with increasing fervor as the food kept coming. More and more he ate and ate almost as quick as the food came to him. Gradually the beastly noises had subsided but were gradually replaced by another ravenous noise from him devouring bento after bento after curry bread after curry bread. Without noticing, his belly began to swell and distend as the food packed inside pressed against his inner walls, his clothes gave way to the expansion of his midsection as his belt snapped off his trousers and the buttons bursting free of his shirt granting his belly the room it needed for unfettered growth.
This continued for quite some time as it seemed nearly the whole school had made the charitable decision to donate a day's lunch to the unfortunate student of class 3-1 but by the time he had reached the end and finally had to slow down from his ravenous gorging he had come to a startling realization. What had began as a massive, packed full belly had turned into a fleshy mass that seemingly devoured his legs and sagged nearly to the floor. Perched on top were two newly formed man boobs that could easily dwarf those of a girl in his class which shivered at every breath made by him flanked by two arms coated in rolls of fat and framed further by Hisao’s now portly face. His jowls now sporting two chins all of which rested upon his massive ass which devoured the chair they sat on and accompanied his pillars of flesh that were legs.
Taking a moment to let it sink in, he allowed his porky sausage fingers to grasp at the sides of his freed belly, an extremely soft feeling as his hands sunk into the expanse, lifting his belly the best he could before letting it drop down, wobbling furiously with his extremely packed gut groaning out from the sheer amount of food he’d eaten.
“Ooogh...how d-did I overdo it this bad….” Hisao muttered out in a much deeper voice, chubby cheeks and thick chins wobbling with every word that escaped his plump lips. His thick legs were surrounded by empty bentos and discarded packaging, every last scrap and drop of sauce gone to be packed onto his now morbidly obese frame. It was like a massacre, except with food, and Hisao was the monster who’d devoured it all so ravenously.
He was brought back into reality as a sharp slap hit his belly, enough to make him yelp as Misha stood over him, purposely leaning into his gut with a devilish grin on her face. “Did you enjoy our gracious hospitality Hiichan? You should be thanking us! Especially ME!” Playfully sticking her tongue out, Misha played with Hisao’s expansive gut like it was her own personal plaything, circling her finger around his deep navel whilst sinking her other hand into his flesh like she was kneading dough. “But you’re not done yeeeet….there’s so much more to eat!”
“M-more?...” Groaning at the prospect, Hisao had no choice as Shizune was by his side with her trademark favourite food, well not really, more like the food she ate more than anything. His eyes widened as a mighty helping of chinese noodles were stuffed into his mouth, Shizune giving a bright smile though Hisao knew behind that smile was an evil grin with a stare that would pierce his soul.
With Misha playing with his gut and Shizune stuffing more noodles to make his cheeks bulge out, the incredibly fat student was stuck in his situation. Forced to slurp them down, the process continued as the class watched on, amongst the other students of the school who stayed to watch. Hisao ate and ate, his pace forced to pick up as Shizune and Misha took their roles as designated feeders.
How full he got, how massive he became, it was becoming truly ridiculous at this point. Now his belly really did sag to the floor, oozing across as it groaned and shuddered with each new mouthful. His arms were practically useless at this point, so loaded with flab moving them about was a pain, no wonder that the devilish duo needed to feed him. The old clothing was no match for the flab, by now Hisao’s pants were on their last seams, leg fat bulging out of rips and a hefty ass crack pouring from behind his rump, not to mention the amazing sight of his feet so packed with weight they burst out of his shoes, leaving him bare foot.
“Almost done? Aww, it felt like we’d only gotten started with the fun!” Misha whined, mourning the loss of all the remaining food sources, lounging on top of Hisao’s mega sized tummy like it was a bed, whilst Shizune simply worked as diligently as she had before, not really minding how Hisao had gotten a tad messy with some splattered on his heavy cheeks, using her chopsticks to gently push some spicy beef into his lips, by now the poor obese boy was so worn out chewing and swallowing had gotten a bit troublesome.
With the last few morsels firmly packed into the bottomless pit of Hisao’s gut, he could take a moment to rest, Shizune back once again with a napkin for the sauce on his cheeks, whilst Misha was riling up the crowded classroom to cheer for Hisao onto his amazing feat. “We did it! Hiichan is nice and well fed, he’ll never go hungry again now!” Some slow claps came out which slowly turned into an overall applause, though the moment didn’t last for too much longer.
Everyone had forgotten Hisao had been sitting on the exact same chair the whole time, the metal legs bending and warping under a unfathomable amount of boy butt blubber. With a final few creaks, the chair gave way with Hisao unable to do anything about it, the entire class gasping as his mighty body fell to the ground, shaking the classroom with a mighty thud, the sight of Hisao’s belly wobbling with his fall a strange sight to see.
“I’m….okay….oogh….my gut…” Massaging the sides of his bloated middle with porky hands, the class breathed a sigh of relief as he was okay, though now they remembered that he probably wasn’t in the state to get up himself. Shizune was quick to sign with Misha translating her rally. “Come on everyone! You help Hiichan before! Now he needs our help again! Let’s lift our blubber butt up!”
With a mighty group effort, everyone crowded around the fallen fatty and grasped at his mighty folds, pulling with all their might to see him up onto his feet. Once they’d got him sitting, his belly utterly engulfing his legs in fatty folds, they did their best to lift him onto his tubby feet, not easy at all with his position or his sheer weight, but after some perseverance, Hisao was standing tall, their obese gluttonous hero of the class finally up.
“Ooh, just in time too! Class is about to end! Let’s get going!” Misha rallied once more, everyone pooling out the class whilst Hisao did his best to soothe his belly, not sure how he’d get by now he was battling with a mega sized stomach ache. “Did Shizune really….need to feed me so much spicy stuff...god it feels like my insides are fighting with each other…”
With a lumbering waddle, Hisao’s chunky legs fought against the tidal wave of belly flab to move his extremely large self to the exit, seeing the hallway on the other side of the classroom as he moved...or at least tried to. Shifting himself a little and already working up a slight sweat trying to move, he craned his lard filled neck around to notice to his dread, his incredibly pudgy ass was firmly wedged into the door frame of the class, no way he’d actually get out from that now he thought about it. The flab pooled around the edges, lodging him firmly in as Misha and Shizune stood right before him, Misha lovingly patting his belly.
“Thanks Hiichan! Shizune is really happy you’d play along with the plan!”
“W-What plan?! You’re telling me you fattened me into a butterball for a plan??!!?”
“Yep! There’s a biiiiig exam coming up and we’d feel better getting another week to study! Soooo…..we kinda stole your money so you’d get hungry, and then once you’d starved enough we’d have the perfect excuse to give you the ol’ hansel and gretel treatment!”
“How does this stop you from doing an exam?!!?”
“Cause! You blocking the doorway counts as a health and safety hazard! Shizune read up on it and made up the whole plan herself! Now we just gotta wait for your tubby pale butt to get wedged out of the classroom and then
school is back on….until we can get you even fatter~”
“Y-You can’t do that!! What kind of plan is this?!”
“Cheer up Hiichan! On the bright side….Shizune has always liked her guys with a little extra meat on em~”
Walking away from the poor bloated boy, Hisao could only struggle as he saw the duo repsonsible for everything leave him alone in the classroom.
“See you in a few days Hisao! Next time, we promise to get you some more desserts!”
*Fin*
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“[I don't know, Shizune, I've been irresponsible today]”
Hisao and Shizune sat next to each other amidst a pile of paperwork and use takeout boxes and snack wrappers, some fresh takeout and a small cake for desert still remained courtesy of Shizune who had been shuttling back and forth from place to place delivering forms, reports, papers and always coming back with food. Food that seems as if she's been pouring into Hisao, as of a few hours ago he had gradually slipped from working on paperwork to grazing on hearty portions of beef, noodles and rice as well as a veritable assortment of other foods with Shizune watching with more intent the more he ate.
“[I've already undone my belt, I'm not sure if I can even fit much more in me]”
“[It will be a waste of food you know, the faculty won't let us use their fridge and it'll spoil by the morning. Besides, you’re a growing boy and you need your nourishment]”
Before Hisao could protest, Shizune brought over one of the remaining boxes containing noodles and with a pair of chopsticks brought some up to Hisao’s face, goading him to eat more. After a mouthful Shizune set the dish down.
“[You worked hard today, hard workers under my charge deserve rewards]”
“[I don't think I've done any paperwork in over two hours though]”
“[Well putting away as much as you did is no easy feat either, Hisao. C'mon, eat up]”
Hisao obliged to her whims and ate more of what she had brought to him. Not soon after he had to finally give up leaving half a box of rice and a quarter of a small cake, six or so hours of a steady stuffing had rendered him bloated and drowsy. As he stood up lazily to give his goodbyes and to finally turn in Shizune helped him to his feet and rested her hand on his turgid belly.
“[Excuse you?!]”
“[Relax, Hisao, I'm just a little taken that you've managed to put so much away. Here I thought you had hollow legs but it looks like we can see exactly where it went]”
“[You're starting to act odd]”
“[Relax and just take it as a complement]”
She leaned in and gave him a piercing, seductive glance and signed.
“[What can I say? I like guys that can pack it away. See you tomorrow, Hisao]”
And with that she beat him out of the room and continued on her way leaving Hisao somewhat dumbstruck at what had just happened. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a trend as student council meetings over the weeks began to devolve into eating out with Shizune supervising and Misha running errands and picking up the slack. Meaning that there wasn't a day that passed where Hisao didn't wind up with a full belly and Shizune’s undivided attention as he feasted on generous proportions of everything that Shizune could get her hands on using all of her available resources. Eventually this came to a head
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[That's it?]
Shizune signed to me with a pensive look reacting to what I had explained to her.
[Yeah, what's the matter with that?]
[Nothing really, it's just-]
Both of us were lying half naked on a comforter in the the student counsel room after we had another romp. This has gotten to be a much bigger recurrence since our relationship had really began to deepen but for the last handful of times we decided to become intimate I couldn't help but notice that Shizune seemed liked she wanted a bit more out of it, something that I wasn't giving her which is what lead to our current situation. She sits up blocking the moonlight, her bare chest is an incredible silhouette which distracts me from what she signs next.
[We just did that now, as well as the last three times]
[I know, it feels great]
[For you, sure, but for me as well-]
She pauses and contemplates something for a split second.
[...Of course it was great for me as well but I wanna try something a little different]
[Different you say?]
[Yes, a little different]
She lays back down and rolls over to straddle my side, still letting room for her hands to do the explaining.
[Let’s make life a little more interesting, Hisao. I propose a deal]
[Oh? And what would this consist of?]
[Firstly, you get to have me do whatever you like during our time alone]
[Whatever I like?]
[Yes, whatever you like]
[I'm already on board. What's the catch?]
[Well, Hisao, you have to do something I want]
“Y-You can’t do that!! What kind of plan is this?!”
“Cheer up Hiichan! On the bright side….Shizune has always liked her guys with a little extra meat on em~”
Walking away from the poor bloated boy, Hisao could only struggle as he saw the duo repsonsible for everything leave him alone in the classroom.
“See you in a few days Hisao! Next time, we promise to get you some more desserts!”
*Fin*
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“[I don't know, Shizune, I've been irresponsible today]”
Hisao and Shizune sat next to each other amidst a pile of paperwork and use takeout boxes and snack wrappers, some fresh takeout and a small cake for desert still remained courtesy of Shizune who had been shuttling back and forth from place to place delivering forms, reports, papers and always coming back with food. Food that seems as if she's been pouring into Hisao, as of a few hours ago he had gradually slipped from working on paperwork to grazing on hearty portions of beef, noodles and rice as well as a veritable assortment of other foods with Shizune watching with more intent the more he ate.
“[I've already undone my belt, I'm not sure if I can even fit much more in me]”
“[It will be a waste of food you know, the faculty won't let us use their fridge and it'll spoil by the morning. Besides, you’re a growing boy and you need your nourishment]”
Before Hisao could protest, Shizune brought over one of the remaining boxes containing noodles and with a pair of chopsticks brought some up to Hisao’s face, goading him to eat more. After a mouthful Shizune set the dish down.
“[You worked hard today, hard workers under my charge deserve rewards]”
“[I don't think I've done any paperwork in over two hours though]”
“[Well putting away as much as you did is no easy feat either, Hisao. C'mon, eat up]”
Hisao obliged to her whims and ate more of what she had brought to him. Not soon after he had to finally give up leaving half a box of rice and a quarter of a small cake, six or so hours of a steady stuffing had rendered him bloated and drowsy. As he stood up lazily to give his goodbyes and to finally turn in Shizune helped him to his feet and rested her hand on his turgid belly.
“[Excuse you?!]”
“[Relax, Hisao, I'm just a little taken that you've managed to put so much away. Here I thought you had hollow legs but it looks like we can see exactly where it went]”
“[You're starting to act odd]”
“[Relax and just take it as a complement]”
She leaned in and gave him a piercing, seductive glance and signed.
“[What can I say? I like guys that can pack it away. See you tomorrow, Hisao]”
And with that she beat him out of the room and continued on her way leaving Hisao somewhat dumbstruck at what had just happened. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a trend as student council meetings over the weeks began to devolve into eating out with Shizune supervising and Misha running errands and picking up the slack. Meaning that there wasn't a day that passed where Hisao didn't wind up with a full belly and Shizune’s undivided attention as he feasted on generous proportions of everything that Shizune could get her hands on using all of her available resources. Eventually this came to a head
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[That's it?]
Shizune signed to me with a pensive look reacting to what I had explained to her.
[Yeah, what's the matter with that?]
[Nothing really, it's just-]
Both of us were lying half naked on a comforter in the the student counsel room after we had another romp. This has gotten to be a much bigger recurrence since our relationship had really began to deepen but for the last handful of times we decided to become intimate I couldn't help but notice that Shizune seemed liked she wanted a bit more out of it, something that I wasn't giving her which is what lead to our current situation. She sits up blocking the moonlight, her bare chest is an incredible silhouette which distracts me from what she signs next.
[We just did that now, as well as the last three times]
[I know, it feels great]
[For you, sure, but for me as well-]
She pauses and contemplates something for a split second.
[...Of course it was great for me as well but I wanna try something a little different]
[Different you say?]
[Yes, a little different]
She lays back down and rolls over to straddle my side, still letting room for her hands to do the explaining.
[Let’s make life a little more interesting, Hisao. I propose a deal]
[Oh? And what would this consist of?]
[Firstly, you get to have me do whatever you like during our time alone]
[Whatever I like?]
[Yes, whatever you like]
[I'm already on board. What's the catch?]
[Well, Hisao, you have to do something I want]
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