Chapter 2: Her number

Max stood amidst the crowd, surrounded by the silent ground that filled the school assembly hall. The monotonous drone of the school principal's speech barely registered in his mind as his gaze wandered over the sea of faces before him. He didn’t know which people were from his class, so he just picked a random spot to stand, blending into the throng of students.

As the principal droned on, Max's attention drifted to the girls from his school. His eyes lingered on the tall girl standing at the back, her tower over her peers. Max found himself wondering how many kilograms she would need to gain before her belly would touch the floor. Then, his gaze shifted to the curvy girl. Her voluptuous figure drew his attention, and he couldn't help but speculate at what point her ass might prevent her from fitting through a standard door frame. Lastly, his eyes settled on the skinny girl with the Naruto t-shirt. Max couldn't help but imagine the transformation she might undergo with years of force-feeding, her slender neck gradually becoming engulfed by a solid roll of fat.
As Max observed these girls, he couldn't shake the sense of disappointment that washed over him. Despite their youth and beauty, he saw their potential being squandered. All of them could be so beautiful, if only they would embrace the indulgent of hedonistic gluttony
With a sigh, Max resigned himself to the reality of their situation. It was just a dream, a fleeting thought that would never come to fruition. Such fantasies were reserved for the realms of online communities or distant lands like the USA. But here, in their mundane reality, such possibilities remained out of reach.

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Because of her perfect grades, Mira found herself compelled to stand near the principal as he delivered his speech. She didn’t want to be in the spotlight; all she desired was to fade into the background and pretend she didn’t exist at all. The weight of people's stares bore down on her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. Despite her efforts to remain composed, she could feel her nerves fraying at the edges, threatening to unravel at any moment. With every ounce of strength, Mira forced herself to keep her gaze fixed on the ground, unwilling to meet the scrutiny of those around her. However, in a moment of weakness, she lifted her eyes and caught someone's stare. A rush of discomfort washed over her, and she quickly averted her gaze, returning to the safety of the floor.

But then, curiosity got the better of her, and she dared to look up again. This time, she found herself locking eyes with someone new—a tall figure with dark hair, impeccably dressed, and undeniably attractive. For a brief moment, a flicker of hope ignited within her, but she quickly extinguished it, reminding herself that such thoughts only led to disappointment, as they always did.

…

Max found himself secluded spot under the shade of a sprawling tree at the back of the school, immersed in the dim glow of his phone screen. With a sense of anticipation tinged with guilt, he delved into the section labeled "My Pig," where users boasted about their efforts to feed and fatten their partners.

As he filtered the forum to display only posts featuring female feedees, Max's heart pounded in his chest, his hands trembling with excitement. Each post he scrolled through revealed a glimpse into the twisted minds of individuals consumed by their morbid desires:

“My wife (43F) just 10 kilograms from a heart attack.”
“How do I trick my girlfriend (22F) into gaining?”
“Too fat to walk, too fat to be fucked—see my (30F) girlfriend.”

The words sent a chill down Max's spine, yet they also ignited a fascination within him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, captivated by the depravity laid bare before him. Oh, how he longed to make a post of his own, to showcase his skills as a feeder and revel in the envy of others. It was a sickening desire, one that he struggled to reconcile with.. As he lingered in the shadows of the digital underworld, Max grappled with the dark urges that lurked within him, torn between the desire to belong and the knowledge of the darkness that consumed him.

…

Mira and Alexandra sat side by side on a weathered bench, their gazes fixed on the tranquil scene unfolding in the park at the school ground. Alexandra, as always, seemed to relish every moment, her attention devoted to the steady rhythm of her cigarette. Meanwhile, Mira's eyes were drawn to the lone figure seated beneath a sprawling tree on the opposite side of the park.

"You want to fuck this guy or what?" Alexandra's question cut through the serene atmosphere, her tone casual yet perceptive. "I can see you've been eyeing him for almost half an hour now. Who is he, anyway?"

Mira's voice wavered slightly as she responded, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "What? No, I... I don't know. I think he's the new guy who'll be in our class. That's what I heard from the teachers after the principal's speech."

Alexandra flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes dancing with amusement. "So, are you going to make a move, or do you need your older sis to do it for you?"

Mira hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with uncertainty. "Very funny, although... he is kind of cute. Plus, you're only older by, like, four days."

"Still older," Alexandra retorted with a playful wink, her smirk widening. "And I've got this."

With that, Alexandra rose from the bench, her cigarette still dangling from her lips as she set off towards the enigmatic stranger beneath the tree.

"Alexandra, what are you doing!?" Mira protested, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and concern. She made a feeble attempt to stand, but deep down, she knew it was futile to try and stop her friend.

"Fuck you," Mira muttered under her breath, a mixture of frustration and affection coloring her words.

"I love you too, bitch," Alexandra shot back with a laugh, her confident stride carrying her closer to the object of Mira's fascination.

…

Max immersed himself in the gripping tale of the man who orchestrated his girlfriend's staggering weight gain over the course of 15 years. As he read about her first heart attack, a sudden shadow fell over his screen, prompting him to hastily shut it off. Looking up, he found himself face to face with a girl, cigarette in hand, casting a shadow over him.

"Yo, new guy," the girl greeted him, her tone casual yet direct. "I heard you're going to be in class with us."

"Maybe," Max replied, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "I don't know yet. I haven't had a chance to speak with the teachers."

"Well, now you know," the girl continued, her demeanor self-assured. "You'll be in 3C with me and my friend over there." She gestured towards the girl sitting on the bench, whom Max immediately recognized as the object of his fantasies about force-feeding and transforming her neck into a roll of lard.

"That's Mira, and I'm Alexandra," the girl introduced herself, extending her hand towards Max. "And you?"

"I'm Max," he replied, returning the gesture, albeit with a hint of apprehension. In his mind's eye, he couldn't help but envision this girl hand transforming into a bloated ball of fat with sausage-like fingers. "It's nice to meet you, I think."

"Funny guy," Alexandra chuckled, her laughter laced with a hint of menace. "Anyway, my gal out there thinks you're cute. Try to break her heart, and I'll break your jaw, okay?"

Max was taken aback by Alexandra's unexpected blend of friendliness and threat, but he simply nodded in response.
"I'm glad we're clear. Now, here's her number. Give her a call later," Alexandra instructed, handing Max a slip of paper before sauntering off, leaving him to ponder the unexpected turn of events.

…

"You did what?" Mira exclaimed, struggling to contain her frustration as she confronted her friend.

"Relax, he seems like a nice guy. Awkward, just like you," Alexandra retorted, her voice laced with nonchalance as she rummaged through her pockets in search of another cigarette.

Mira took a deep breath, attempting to quell the rising tide of anxiety within her.
"At least tell me you weren't threatening him," she implored, her tone tinged with apprehension.

"Define threatening," Alexandra replied, her voice betraying a hint of relief as she finally located a cigarette in her back pocket.
"Alexandra!"

"Wha t?! Anyway, he'll call you later, or text you, I don't know," Alexandra continued dismissively.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Mira murmured, her stomach churning with unease.

"Well, he doesn't know you're a weirdo at school, so don't throw up right now, or he might change his mind," Alexandra quipped, her tone tinged with dark humor as she lit her cigarette and took a deep drag. "Anyway, try not to scare him off with those Chinese cartoons."

"It is called anime, and it's from Japan."

"Same thing."