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.
Message too long. Click
here
to view full text.