Chapter 13- Part 2

The next morning, Alice found herself standing in front of John's car, wondering how she was going to fit inside. She had been gaining weight at an alarming rate, and her body was now much larger than it had been when she first started this journey.

Alice took a deep breath and squeezed herself into the back seat, wincing as the armrests dug into her flesh. Her belly pressed against the dashboard, making it difficult for her to move or breathe properly as she took up most of the cab of the vehicle.

John looked over at her with concern, his eyes filled with guilt for encouraging her to keep eating. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" he asked hesitantly.

Alice nodded, trying to put on a brave face. "I'll be fine," she said, although she knew that she was lying. She felt like a prisoner in her own body, trapped by the weight that she had gained.

But she knew that this was a necessary evil, something that she had to do in order to save her father and put an end to Mr. Smith's manipulation.

As John drove them to Mr. Smith's mansion, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that this confrontation wouldn't be easy, and that Mr. Smith wouldn't go down without a fight.

But she was determined to see it through, no matter what.

When they arrived at the mansion, Alice took a deep breath and adjusted the wire that was hidden beneath her shirt. She had spent hours practicing her speech, making sure that she hit all the right points and didn't leave anything out.

She was ready for this.

As her friends helped her walk up to the front door, Alice couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. What if he found out? She’ll have to get him yakking while she ate for him. It was the only way she could be sure to distract him.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, feeling the vibrations of her knuckles against the solid oak.

Smith answered the door with a puzzled look on his face. he said, surprised to see her standing there.

"May I come in?" Alice asked, trying to sound as confident as possible. “I was hoping you had enough lunch to share,” she added with a wink.

Smith nodded, stepping aside to let her pass. "Of course," he said, still looking confused but thrilled.

As she wobbled into the mansion, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. She had been here before, many times, but something about this visit felt different.

She knew that she was about to confront Smith about his manipulations and lies, and she wasn't sure how he was going to react.

But she couldn't let fear hold her back. She had come too far, gone too far, had gained too much weight, for nothing.

Alice took a deep breath, summoning up all the courage she had left. She knew that this was the moment of truth.

"Thank you," she said as politely as she could muster, making her way to the indicated chair.

As she sat down, Alice couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The chair was much larger and sturdier than the one she had sat in last time, and it seemed to be able to hold her weight without any issues.

She looked up at Smith, who was standing in front of her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What would you like to eat, Alice?" he asked, his voice casual.

She blinked, taken aback by the question. She had been so focused on her mission that she hadn't even thought about food.

But now that he mentioned it, her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. "Um, I don't know," she stammered, feeling self-conscious. "I'm not really hungry."

Smith raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. "You've been eating so much lately. I would think you'd be starving by now."

Alice felt a twinge of annoyance at his words. She knew that he was trying to manipulate her, but she refused to let him get to her. "I'm fine," she said firmly. "I don't need to eat anything right now.

But Smith didn't seem to be convinced. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the sounds coming from her belly. "Don’t lie to me, Alice," he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I hear that you're hungry, Alice. In fact, you look like you’re always hungry these days."

Alice felt a twinge of panic as she realized that he was right. Her stomach was growling again, and there was no denying the hunger pangs that were starting to build in her belly. She tried to ignore them, but it was no use. She was starving, and there was no way around it.

"Fine," she sighed, giving in to Smith's demands. "I'll eat something. Not as much as last time, I can’t handle that again.” Alice replied, her voice shaky. She tried to keep her cool, but the thought of having to eat even more food made her panic. She wouldn’t be able to leave on her own at that point.

Smith chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Oh, I think you'll find that you can handle it. You've grown so much since the last time you were here, I think it's only fair for me to ask that you eat a little more."

Alice groaned inwardly, knowing that there was no way out of this. She had to play along with Smith's demands if she wanted to keep her father safe.

"Fine," she said again, trying to hide her frustration. "But can John and Rose come in? They’ve been so helpful in making sure that I have enough to eat”.

Smith shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. It's just you and me today, Alice," Smith said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Alice's heart sank as she realized that she was on her own in this situation. She knew that she had to be careful, that Smith was a dangerous man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she looked up at him. "Fine," she said again. "I'll eat more."

Smith clapped his hands together, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Excellent," he said. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, Alice." He gestured towards the table, which was laden with an array of dishes that looked both delicious and intimidating. Fattening.

“There’s a secret ingredient in today’s meal. I think you’ll find it really broaden your horizons. Help you expand your view. You’re certain to see some personal growth. Catch my drift?” Smith lets her know.

Alice stared at him, her fork halfway to her mouth. She had just finished eating enough food to feed a family of 8, and now he was telling her that there was something in it specifically designed to make her gain weight even faster?

Alice felt a wave of nausea wash over her, but she pushed it down, not wanting to show any weakness in front of Smith. Instead, she forced herself to smile and nod, as if the idea of getting even bigger was the most exciting thing in the world to her.

"That's wonderful," she said, her voice syrupy sweet. "I can't wait.”

Smith grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "I knew you would be excited," he said.

Alice hesitated for a moment before grudgingly asking for more food. She piled her plate high with potatoes, buttery vegetables, and meat, trying to keep her expression neutral as she did so.

"Thank you," she said, as politely as she could muster. "This looks delicious."

Smith nodded in approval. "I'm glad you think so," he said. "Now, what did you want to ask me?"

Alice took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knew that this was her chance to gather information about Smith's criminal activities and hopefully find a way to take him down once and for all.

"Well," she began hesitantly. "I was just wondering... how do you manage to get away with it? I mean, running a criminal organization like this... it seems like such a risky business."

Smith shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you know what they say: 'Crime pays.' And in my case, it pays quite well."

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "Of course, there are risks involved. But I've been doing this for a long time, and I know how to keep things under control."

Alice nodded, pretending to understand. In reality, she was feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food that she had consumed. Her stomach was stretched to its limits, and she could feel the weight of each bite settling heavily in her belly.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew that she had to keep going if she wanted to gather enough information to take Smith down.

But it was getting harder with each passing moment. The food was rich and heavy, and Alice could feel herself starting to struggle with the increasing portions.

But she refused to let Smith see her weakness. She had to keep pushing herself, had to keep eating if she wanted to survive this ordeal.

"So," she said, forcing a smile as she piled more food onto her plate. "How exactly do you manage to keep things under control?"

Smith leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. "Well, Alice, I have a network of people working for me. People who are loyal to me and willing to do whatever it takes to protect my interests."

Alice nodded, trying to process this information. She knew that Smith was a dangerous man, but she hadn't realized just how far his reach extended.

“Is it anybody I know? What do they do for you exactly? I just feel like I’m around so much these days, and sooner or later I’m not going to be able to walk back out, so I figured I might as well learn more about what you do,” Alice rehearsed her lines perfectly, only grimacing as she rubbed her gargantuan orb.

“Ah, Alice. I knew you’d come around,” Smith chuckled as he handed her a fork and knife. “My associates are the reason I’ve been able to grow this business to where it is today. They handle all the dirty work so that I don’t have to.”

“What do they do?” she asked as she took a bite of lasagna. The cheesy, meaty concoction filled her mouth, a sudden jolt of satisfaction coursing through her veins.

“Well, for starters, there’s Larry and Freddy,” Smith said as he sat down next to her. “They run the gambling operations in town, making sure everyone pays their debts on time.”

“And if they don’t?” Alice asked, apprehensive about his hands on her again.

“Then they find creative ways to collect,” Smith replied with a shrug. “As you’ve ‘grown’ to find out.”

Alice couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “You haven’t answered my question. How do you keep the authorities off your back?”

Smith took a sip of his wine, a sly smile on his face. “Well, now, that’s a trade secret.”

Alice frowned, annoyed by his refusal to answer. She had hoped that he would be more forthcoming with information, but it seemed that she was going to have to work harder than she had thought.

“Come on, Smith,” she said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. “I’m just trying to understand how you run this operation without getting caught. Surely there must be something you can tell me.”

Smith shrugged, still refusing to give her a straight answer. “I have my ways,” he said cryptically.

Alice sighed in frustration. She knew that Smith was a slippery character, and getting him to open up about his criminal activities would be no easy task. But she had to try. She couldn't just give up now.

She took a deep breath, trying to come up with a new strategy. And then it hit her.

Alice hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was making a huge mistake. But she knew that she had to take the risk if she wanted to get the information she needed.

"I'll tell you what," she said, her voice firm and steady despite her full state. "If you tell me everything I want to know about your organization, I’ll clear this entire table into this big old belly of mine. I’ve got to be able to trust you if we’re going to continue all of this,” she said while gesturing to the food and her body.

Smith looked at her skeptically, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t know, Alice. I’m not sure if I can trust you.”

Alice could feel the panic rising in her chest. She had to convince him that she was on his side, that she wasn’t going to betray him.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to smile. “Come on, Mr. Smith,” she said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “Do you think I’d come this far just to squeal? I just want to know more about it, that’s all. I know my dad is safe for now, you hold all the cards.”

Smith studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Fine,” he said. “But if you betray me, Alice, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it.”

Alice nodded eagerly, relieved that he had agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith," she said gratefully. "I won't let you down."

She took a deep breath and picked up her fork, staring down at the table of food before her. She had never eaten this much in one sitting before, but she was determined to do it if it meant getting the information she needed.

And what she wanted most of all was to take down Mr. Smith and his criminal organization.

Plate after bowl after platter after tray, Alice cleared them all, listening intently as Smith told her everything about his criminal organization. She heard about the gambling operations, the drug trafficking, the money laundering. Everything.

And with each bite she took, Alice felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. She was finally getting the information she needed to take down Smith and his criminal empire.

But as the meal came to an end and Smith pushed his chair back from the table, Alice couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease.

Her body was slick with sweat from the situation and her massive feast, and she felt weighed down by the enormity of what she had just heard. She knew that she had to do something to diffuse the awkwardness of the moment, to take control of the situation before it spiraled out of her grasp.

"Um, Mr. Smith?" she said hesitantly, her voice just registering to his ears. "Could you, um, make me a sundae? To round off that lovely meal?"

Smith raised an eyebrow at her request as he eyes her enormity, but he didn't say anything. He simply nodded and stood up from his chair, making his way over to the ice cream maker that sat on the counter.

Alice watched him as he worked, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was taking a risk by asking him for more food, but she couldn't help herself. She had to keep eating if she wanted to maintain her cover, and the dessert was too tempting to resist.

As Mr. Smith handed her the bowl of ice cream, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had gotten what she wanted, and now she was armed with the information she needed to take him down.

She took a bite of the dessert, savoring the sweet flavor as it melted on her tongue. It was delicious, but she couldn't enjoy it fully. She knew that she had to focus on her mission, had to keep her wits about her if she wanted to get out of this situation alive.

"So," she said, looking up at Mr. Smith with a smile. "What did you think of my little meal? Did you think I’d be able to handle it?”

Mr. Smith looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Well, Alice, I must say I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you… now it seems that you have all of ‘it’ in you."

Alice blushed at the compliment, her mind still whirling from the information she had just received. She couldn't believe that she had actually done it - she had eaten what seemed like an entire year’s worth of food in one sitting and managed to get Smith to open up about his criminal organization.

She took another bite of her ice cream, savoring the sweet taste as it melted on her tongue. She had almost forgotten what it was like to just have food for the sake of enjoyment, and she knew that her time had finally come to be able to just… eat for enjoyment again.

Alice's heart stopped as she heard the sound of gunfire and shouting. She looked up at Mr. Smith, who had gone pale with fear.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.

"It's the police," Mr. Smith stammered, his eyes wide with panic.