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What a gross feeling. A pit in Shigeo's stomach had settled, both literally and figuratively. He had eaten himself into a near-comatose state, mindlessly stuffing his mouth with whatever he could find. Since Mogami had been keeping the cabinets stocked, he had plenty to work with. After he just stared at the mess of wrappers and empty containers scattered around the place and felt sick, stood and unsteadily shuffled to the bathroom, sitting on his knees in front of the toilet. Silently begging his body to reject the garbage in his stomach. He stayed in that spot for a good ten minutes, heaving over the bowl. It wasn't working. It needed to be forced.It felt like his throat was closing up as he stared down at himself, hyping himself up. Trying to make it less bad than it actually was. But it was what it was, and he starts forcing his fingers down his throat. He didn't make it very far down before throwing up violently. The stream slows, and all he can do is keep heaving, trying to force _everything_ out. He felt so disgusting for eating so much. He would certainly start to gain weight, and Minori would certainly notice. She'd definitely sicc her slackies on him for being such a pathetic lardass. Who needs that much food anyways? Minori would be right. He's eating way too much. --The next few days Mob tried to avoid food. The thought of getting beat for being fat scared him out of eating at school, but once he gets home, he stuffs his face and throw up again. It became a vicious cycle, something he did every day and felt worse worse about every day. Something that got so bad it got carried out of the house, and he ended up going to the bathroom at least twice a day to throw up bile. It hurt his throat, and was damaging his teeth. But who was looking at him anyways? --Nobody had been looking. But everyone was listening. They heard him heaving painfully in the bathroom frequently. Apparently they're starting to get annoyed with it, because one day he got jumped in the bathroom right after leaving the stall. He runs into a different bathroom to cry.
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"Tsk tsk tsk. You've really gone off the deep end, huh, Shigeo." Mogami stepped into the young boy's room as he did when he notices something new about Shigeo. Something to use against him. He was technically supposed to be getting other 'people' to do this, to get his point across, but Mob was just lovely. He wanted to see him cry more than anything else, it was more important than being consistent. Shigeo's expression has changed, even if subtly. Mogami's had months to observe him closely, analyze every twitch of his face. His posture. His demeanor. Right now, he was barely hiding the fear that was coming in waves, stronger with every passing second that Mogami stood there. He stayed silent, as expected. The evil spirit steps in closer, standing directly above Mob. Shigeo probably had no idea what he was talking about. After all, he wasn't especially bright or observant. He was perfect bait, and now that Mogami had reeled him in, he's... filled out his uniform, for a start. He noticed that his pants were digging in a bit, and his gakuran buttons weren't too far from noticeably straining against his tiny belly. It wasn't too hard to figure out why, either, because only 4 weeks in Shigeo had begun to rely on food when he was feeling especially defeated. After getting home from school, he'd come home and try to look his homework over. He'd get stressed from not understanding it, and go raid the cupboard. Since it was Mogami doing all of this, he made sure to keep the cupboards stocked with junk food. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about seeing Shigeo stuffing his face nearly every night that got him so excited. He was just, pathetic, like any child in this situation would be. Shigeo was still young enough that this could become a habit for life. And even right now, Shigeo was shamefully sitting on the floor, surrounded with empty wrappers and more snacks waiting to be eaten. It was easily enough for 3 normal middle schoolers, and Mob was just hoarding it like it was the only thing he had. It was all he had. It felt good to rip that away from him, and it was probably something Minori has pointed out endlessly. Prodded and teased him. Called him a fatty. Not that he could blame her. After all, he was here to do the same. Mogami lowers himself in front of Shigeo, sitting on his knees to be levelled with him. Making uncomfortable eye contact with him. Shigeo tries to squirm away, but Mogami persists. "You know, it's rude to ignore people when you're being talked to." Mob flinches but remains silent, curling in on himself. He wasn't gonna budge without some physical reinforcement. So he grabs a nice, small, squishy handful of Shigeo's pudgy stomach and smirks as he can feel him start to shake. Feel his body heat rise. It wasn't fair how appealing the young boy was to creeps like Mogami. He was gonna get someone put in jail. It would probably be himself if he weren't dead. He pushes Shigeo until his legs lay flat on the floor, his arms to his sides. Moving in aggressive, concise movement so maybe the dumb child would get the message and stay still. Thankfully he doesn't move any as Mogami starts to unbutton his tight uniform jacket, his hands lingering for longer than they probably needed to. Shit, he felt like he was gonna start drooling or something. Actually, he might have drooled a bit when he pushed up Shigeo's shirt. His little chubby body was so tantalizing, shaking so hard under the older man that his teeth chattered, right above his cute double chin. He instinctively reached out the grab it. Mob squeaks and squirms uncomfortably. "M-Mogami-san, stop it..." Mob was blubbering at this point, tears falling down his round cheeks. They made him look a lot younger. Mogami just decides to play with his double chin with both hands, prodding at the soft flesh until Shigeo calmed down a little. He looked ashamed, still. Rightfully so, with the way he's out of breath from trying to wiggle away. "Mmh, why? Maybe this can act as some sort of wakeup call... I wonder how much weight you've piled on from just rolling around in your feelings. Do the kids at school tease you for it, Shigeo? Do you hate it?" He punctuates that last part by digging his hands into Shigeo's belly. He squeals, the tears starting up again. "J-just leave me alone, being at home is the only time I have to myself!" Shigeo says, but Mogami really couldn't take him seriously, with how hard he was flushed. Ignoring his requests, his slips one of the hands that were groping his belly lower, grabbing his tiny bulge. Mogami was pleasantly surprised to find that Mob was sporting a very generous half-chub. "Ohoho, what's this? Were you getting off to me feeling you up, Shigeo-chan? Do you like the attention I'm giving you? When's the last time someone touched you, even? You know, other than being hit." Shigeo shrinks back as much as possible, looking at the wall to his right, keeping his eyes away from the other. To his horror, the hand groping his dick started to move, rubbing him off through his uniform. It doesn't take long until Shigeo gives him, laying back against the wall and leaning his head back with a hand slapped firmly over his mouth.Maybe if he came soon, he'd stop. So he tries to just enjoy it. Until Mogami keeps talking. "Shige, being overweight is bad for your health. Do you consider that before blindy shoving food into your mouth? Do you really pay attention to anything you do? Do I have to watch you all the time?" Mogami chuckles as Mob shakes his head 'no' frantically."Ah... you're right, I wouldn't mind letting you have this... Gorging yourself on snacks, cutting your arms and legs. You're not coping well... but the world is a very scary place to live in. You'd make such a powerful evil spirit, I know you have it in you..." He rubs the head of Shigeo's leaking dick, feeling the lack of resistance from all of the precum dripping down it. He lets go, and watches it twitch. Shigeo has the most reaction to this out of anything. Very telling, Mogami thought, as Shigeo cries and bucks his hips wildly. He looked close. He wanted to do more, but right now, being this starved of attention, he was going to cum prematurely. He was only 14 after all. Shigeo's delicious gasps and moans build up, and he's sobbing by the time he cums. It shoots straight onto his own uniform with the force of his orgasm, and before Mob can even catch his breath, Mogami is gone.