Chapter 6: New gains

"Greetings, my fellow enthusiasts of indulgence. Today marks the beginning of the third week in my relationship, and I'm delighted to share some developments with you. Firstly, I've bestowed upon our new star the name Soft-Mimi. It has a certain charm to it, don't you agree? I trust it resonates with you as much as it does with me. Secondly, I've been keenly observing subtle progress. Our daily visits to McDonald's and KFC are gradually bearing fruit, drawing the attention of people at our school. While I'm not one to shy away from humiliation of a pig, I can’t tolerate people commenting on her weight at this stage. Needless to say, I handled the situation promptly. One individual even attempted to retaliate, but let's just say his efforts left him nursing a broken nose. Following that incident, everyone understood that my piggy is off-limits for such mockery. My plan is unfolding seamlessly, thanks in part to your invaluable support and guidance. As you suggested, I'm in the final stages of compiling a list of milestones for our journey. Stay tuned for further updates, my friends. Until then, take care!"
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Mira stood in front of the mirror, her reflection casting a harsh light on her newfound realization. She had gained weight. It hit her like a ton of bricks, especially when she struggled to fit into a pair of jeans tucked away in the back of her wardrobe. Panic surged through her veins. If Max noticed, he might break up with her, and her world would come crashing down. Everything had been going so perfectly, for once in her life, and now her own body seemed determined to sabotage her happiness.
Not only she was eating with Max but was force into eating with her family. Why did they have to conspire against her? She needed to take control, to act like an adult, but the prospect seemed daunting. Perhaps she could try some unconventional methods, like binding her belly, but after a few futile attempts, she abandoned the idea.
Desperation set in. Maybe she could hide her weight gain with loose clothes, but a quick scan of her wardrobe revealed no such options. Her collection of gaming t-shirts, once her comfort, now felt like a cruel joke.
She tried sucking in her stomach, but it was only a temporary fix. Why did misfortune always seem to find her? Left with no other choice, she resigned herself to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Max wouldn't notice. And if he did, she would beg him to stay, even if it meant revealing her vulnerabilities.
But then a flicker of resolve ignited within her. Perhaps she could muster the courage to confront Max, to admit her fears and insecurities. It was time to act like an adult, just this once. She made a silent vow to talk to him tomorrow after school, or at least attempt to. It was a small step, but it was a start.

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Another date with Max unfolded like a dream, each moment filled with laughter and warmth. Mira savored every second spent in his company, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. But as the evening progressed, dread gnawed at her insides, knowing that inevitable question would arise.
When Max suggested grabbing a bite to eat, Mira's heart skipped a beat. She knew she had to confront her fears head-on, to speak her truth even if it left her vulnerable. Summoning all her courage, she willed herself to speak up.
- "So what do you think?" Max inquired, his concern evident as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Mira's mind raced, her thoughts swirling in a tumultuous storm as she struggled to gather her courage. Caught off guard by Max's question, she found herself momentarily speechless, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities.
- "Are you alright?" Max's gentle inquiry cut through the silence, his hand offering a reassuring touch on her shoulder.
His touch was a soothing balm to her frayed nerves, a reminder of the unwavering support he offered. Mira couldn't help but marvel at the depth of their connection, the sense of normalcy and comfort she found in his presence. It was a rarity in her tumultuous world, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
- "I've gained weight, and I'm afraid you will leave me. Please don’t leave me," Mira's words spilled out in a rush, her voice trembling with vulnerability as she laid bare her deepest fear.
A heavy silence settled between them, enveloping Mira in a shroud of uncertainty. Unable to meet Max's gaze, she kept her eyes trained on the ground, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
In the midst of her turmoil, Max's comforting embrace enveloped her, his hand gently guiding her chin upward until their eyes met. In that fleeting moment, Mira found solace in the warmth of his gaze, a glimmer of hope amidst her fears.
- "Don’t worry, hun," Max's voice was a soothing melody, his words a tender reassurance of his unwavering affection. - "You are beautiful just the way you are. A little bit of fat won’t change that, I promise."
Mira's heart swelled with gratitude as she leaned into Max's embrace, the weight of her fears momentarily lifted. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Unexpectedly, Max's next words took her by surprise, a testament to the depth of his understanding and acceptance.
- "I even think that some fat would look good on you," he said with a smile.
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- "So, about what you said," Mira began tentatively, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Once again, they found themselves seated in their familiar corner of McDonald's, the ambiance around them buzzing with the chatter of other diners. Mira and Max sat facing each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

- "Isn't being fat like disgusting and repulsive?" Mira continued, her gaze flickering to her half-eaten Big Mac as she wrestled with her insecurities.
Max paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, before responding gently.
- "Well, not to me."
Mira's brow furrowed in confusion.
- "But if you like fat girls, then why me?"- she questioned, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
Max's gaze softened as he reached across the table, his hand coming to rest atop hers.
- "Like I said before, it's a love from first sight, and love doesn't choose; it just happens," - he explained earnestly.
Mira's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions.
- "How can it be that you showed up in my life only now?" - she mused, her tone filled with wonder.
Max offered her a reassuring smile.
- "Well, someone would call it karma. I just call it luck," - he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Mira's features as she posed another question, her voice barely above a whisper.
- So, you won't mind how I look?"
Max's expression softened with tenderness as he met her gaze.
- "As long as you are happy, I don't care really," he affirmed, his words carrying the weight of his unwavering support and affection.
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Mira stood before the mirror once more, the echoes of her conversation with Max reverberating in her mind. With a sigh, she shed her clothes and examined her naked body in the unforgiving light. Her gaze lingered on her protruding belly, hardened from visit to McDonald's and supper with family. Running her fingers along her side, she detected the faint formation of a small roll, evidence of her recent indulgences. The softness of her skin beneath her touch seemed foreign, almost alien. How could anyone find this appealing?
Her scrutiny intensified as she surveyed her breasts, wondering if they had grown even the slightest bit. Turning to glance at her backside, she noticed what appeared to be cellulite—an unwelcome discovery that sent a pang of unease coursing through her. Had it always been there, lurking beneath the surface, unnoticed until now?
Feeling a surge of uncertainty, Mira retrieved her phone and snapped a few photos of herself, the camera capturing every perceived flaw in stark detail. Afterward, she settled onto her bed and began scouring the internet for images of larger women, hoping to glean some understanding of what Max found desirable. But the comparisons only served to exacerbate her insecurities, leaving her feeling even more inadequate.
Closing the browser tab with a defeated sigh, Mira grappled with her racing thoughts. Her mind, plagued by relentless overthinking, refused to grant her reprieve. Despite her best efforts to silence the tumultuous whirlwind of doubts, she found herself spiraling into a vortex of self-doubt.
Yet, amid the chaos of her mind, a flicker of determination emerged. Max had been nothing short of wonderful to her, showering her with affection and acceptance. Perhaps it was time for her to reciprocate in some small way. Drawing inspiration from a passing remark by Alexandra about couples exchanging photos, Mira hesitated for a moment before blurring her face in the images she had taken. With a hint of trepidation, she composed a message to Max, attaching the photos and adding a playful note:
"I hope you like them. I'm not entirely sure what people do in relationships, but I thought I'd give this a try. XD"

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After Max finished indulging in the photos sent by Mira, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He relished in the way her vulnerability was laid bare before him, each image fueling his desires further. With a knowing smirk, he set about crafting another post on DarkFF, eager to share his conquest with his fellow enthusiasts.

"So, guys, this is my pig," he began, his words dripping with anticipation. "It's just the beginning, but as we all know here, she's destined for a particular fate. Stay tuned for the poll in my next post, where you can guess which part of her will balloon the most. Personally, I'm hoping for a neckless wonder with a belly reaching her knees. But only time will tell. I'll keep you all updated."

Shortly after posting, Max's inbox began to fill with messages from fellow DarkFF members, each one a testament to his growing notoriety within the community. Some offered words of encouragement, while others expressed envy, tinged with excitement for the forthcoming updates. A select few even proposed donations, eager to contribute to Soft-Mimi's journey toward the inevitable abyss of gluttony. With a sense of satisfaction, Max reveled in the attention, relishing in his newfound role as the orchestrator of Mira's doom.