Kiyotaka checked his watch as he waited outside of the restaurant at he agreed to meet Mondo at. 6:32. Mondo was late. Kiyotaka was used to this by now, but it still unnerved him. He looked up and heard a screeching sound as a motorcycle wove between some cars and spun into the parking lot. Mondo stepped off and headed towards Taka, who after angrily lecturing him on proper safety and the importance of using helmets, joined him inside.
The restaurant Mondo picked wasn't anything fancy. Cheap was good, he explained, because you can get more on a budget. Also this place had some classic American greasy foods like pizza, burgers and such. "Bro, are you sure this is the best place? I could get a stain on my uniform..." Kiyotaka said.
"Yeah, I thought you'd say that, so I got you this." Mondo pulled out a black t-shirt made of a stretchy material. "Now before you say anything about accessorizing or representing your school and learning and stuff, hear me out." Kiyotaka pouted at the idea but let Mondo continue. "Black doesn't stain easily so you don't have to worry 'bout that. It's stretchy so if you get all bloated it won't get too tight. Your uniform's got all those buttons and it'd be a pain in the ass to work with those if you get too full. Also, you'll look hot for the babes!" Mondo grinned.
Taka snatched the shirt out of Mondo's hand. "You know the latter of that means little to me, but I'll wear it... For practicality's sake." He walked off to the bathroom to change. Meanwhile Mondo ordered a large pizza and a cheeseburger with two large and one medium drinks. The service was fast so by the time Kiyotaka has unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, rebuttoned it, folded it and put on the shirt Mondo got for him, the food was already there.
Kiyotaka glanced around nervously as he peeked out of the bathroom door. There weren't many people there, but he felt embarrassed. It was like one of those dreams where you're naked in public. He took a deep breath and strode down to the booth Mondo picked out for him. Two girls giggled as he passed by. He wanted to die. This was SO not appropriate.
He slid into the seat across from Mondo. "See, bro? It looks fine on ya! The girls over there love it too!" Mondo wasn't wrong. The shirt wasn't tight but it still showed off his muscle pretty well. One could see where his pecs were, make out the definition of abs under the cloth and clearly see the strength of his well toned arms. Not everyone got to see that under his uniform Kiyotaka Ishimaru was in fact a ripped stud. The shirt also matched his jet black hair, which brought out the piercing red of his eyes.
"I told you I don't care if girls like me that way. In fact I'd rather they not." Taka said through gritted teeth. He turned his attention to the food. "So we're eating all this then?"
"You never were a ladies' man... Well I've got my food." Mondo said, holding up his burger and medium soda. "The rest is yours."
The hall monitor was dumbstruck. "All this? I've never eaten this much! And I'm still feeling a little bloated from those bars, and I only ate two..."
"Well that's why we're here. Go on, now, don't keep me waiting. We aren't leaving till it's all down and I swear to God if you throw up on me..."
The exasperated boy sighed and stared at his large pizza and two drinks. Then he remembered, he's Kiyotaka Ishimaru! With hard work and effort he can conquer any challenge, no matter the pain! He can work through any bloating he's given because it will better him in the long run! That is who he is, and so he picked up the first slice and began devouring it. All the while his brain calculated. The faster he ate the more he could get down before his brain registers the fullness in his stomach. To speed up the eating occasional drinks would be helpful, but bloating from the drink could slow him down. With the proper angling he could finish a slice in four large bites. It was all down to a science for him, even if he was new to it.
Mondo meanwhile was taking his time. He was kinda caught up in watching Taka just go at it. The kid could eat, that's for sure. Must be a genetic thing. Mondo sipped at his drink as he watched his bro finish off the eighth slice. He stopped and clenched his stomach, making a funny face. "Oh no..." Mondo thought. "Did he overdo it? Damnit, the kid always tries to hard." Instead, Kiyotaka buried his face into the back of the seat to muffle the burp he let out. He turned back and apologized before going back to gorging. "Fuck, he's always got to go and get all embarrassed and shit... It's kinda cute, like a little kind, but damn it gets annoying." Mondo thought.
Meanwhile in Kiyotaka's mind, all hands were on deck to distract from the pain in his abdomen. He could feel the strain of his stomach stretching but he knew it was a good hurt, like the pain of a quality workout. If he could think about deep philosophical topics he could ignore the pain. He reached down for the next slice but his hand his the platter. He looked down to find the pizza was gone. He did it? Wait, of course he did! He used effort and hard work to overcome adversity, as he always had! He leaned back, hands on his distended stomach, and sighed. Compared to before, his belly stuck out two more inches from pure stuffing. Taka smiled, because soon it would always stick out that far from fat.
His moment of bliss was interrupted by Mondo, who had finished his food a few minutes before. "You're not done yet."
"Huh?"
"You're not done. You're got a bunch of soda left."
"Yes... I suppose I do." He sat up and grabbed the cup. He took a deep breath and started chugging it down. Mondo stared, surprised that Kiyotaka was able to keep going. Honestly he thought he'd tap out. Maybe he'd give up this weird fat thing. But no, the kid was determined. With each gulp Taka's belly swelled up the tiniest bit. Mondo's eyes were drawn to it. It was kinda impressive and kinda cool...
Kiyotaka put down the empty cup. "Done." He said confidently.
"Damn... You actually did it! Doesn't it hurt?"
"Yes, it does feel like my stomach is about to burst, but pain is in the mind. Progress is real!"
"Well with an attitude like that you're gonna be a fatass in no time!"
"Thank you, bro! I look forward to it!"
Mondo shook his head in disbelief. Kiyotaka never failed to surprise him. He wondered if this hall monitor was actually gonna get fat... At this rate he was. What would it be like? Will he still be a stud? And why does he care? Mondo didn't know. He never did.
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