Chapter 9

Alice slowly made her way through the ornate doors of the Smith Casino Private Lounge. The weight of her newly-acquired body seemed to drag her down with each step, reminding her of the heavy burden she now bore. She couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the sight of her reflection in the gleaming gold mirrors that adorned the walls. Her once slender form had been replaced by a massive, swollen belly that strained against the fabric of her dress.

Her ankles were thick and swollen, and her feet ached with every step. She felt like a fraud, playacting the part of a happy, willing participant in this twisted game, when in reality, she was anything but.

Entering the private lounge, Alice was greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of decadence and indulgence. The air was thick with the smell of cigar smoke and the clinking of glasses filled with top-shelf liquor.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering on the tables. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and desire, as men in suits and women in designer gowns hungrily eyed each other from across the room.

Despite her discomfort, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of power as she made her way through the crowd.

Her body was a weapon, and she was determined to use it to her advantage. She knew that Mr. Smith would be happy to see her tonight, and she was eager to put her plan into motion. As she scanned the room, she caught sight of him at the bar, surrounded by a group of admiring women. He looked every bit the powerful man, with his tailored suit and confident air.

But as their eyes met across the room, Alice saw a flicker of desire in his gaze that made her heart race with anticipation.

She knew the game had begun.

Alice approached him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved through the crowd. She could feel the eyes of every man in the room on her as she walked past, but she only had eyes for Mr. Smith.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith," she said softly, her voice low and sultry.

He turned to face her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in her fuller figure. "Ah, Alice, you look stunning tonight," he said, his voice dripping with desire.

Alice smiled demurely, her heart pounding in her chest. She had spent hours getting ready for this moment, and all her efforts seemed to be paying off.

"I'm so glad you like it," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about you all week, and I couldn't wait to see you again."

Mr. Smith chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving her face. "I've been thinking about you too, Alice.

You've been on my mind constantly," Mr. Smith replied, his eyes wandering down to her voluptuous curves. Alice felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the power she held over him in this moment. She knew she could use this to her advantage.

"I've missed you so much, Mr. Smith. Can we go somewhere private and talk?" Alice asked, batting her eyelashes. Mr. Smith nodded, eager to oblige.

"Of course, my dear. Follow me," Mr. Smith said, his voice filled with a hunger that made Alice's heart race.

He led her through the crowded room and into a private lounge, closing the door behind them. Alice took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she prepared to put her plan into action.

"So, Alice, what is it that you wanted to discuss?" Mr. Smith asked, his eyes fixed on her swollen belly.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking, trying to sound as natural and casual as possible.

"I've been thinking about our arrangement," she began, her voice steady and confident. "And I think we can make it even more...beneficial for both of us."

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

Alice took a deep breath. "I know how much you enjoy watching me eat and grow. And I know how much it turns you on to see me like this." She paused, letting her words sink in. "So, I propose that we make this arrangement more...regular.”

Alice couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creep up her spine as she prepared herself for what was to come. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her nerves as she settled into the booth. Alice had practiced this speech a million times in her head, but suddenly, the words wouldn't come out. She fidgeted with her bangles, a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years.

Mr. Smith sat across from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he waited for her to continue. She could tell he was intrigued, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of their new arrangement.

Clearing her throat, Alice continued, "I want you to feed me once a week. A special meal, just for us. Here, at the Smith Casino Private Lounge."

Mr. Smith's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Alice, that's quite a request. Are you sure you can handle that much food in one sitting?" Mr. Smith asked, his voice full of skepticism.

Alice knew that he was testing her, trying to gauge how serious she was about this new arrangement. She met his gaze head-on, her eyes filled with determination.

"I can handle it, Mr. Smith. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work," she responded, her voice steady and confident, hands exploring her body.

Mr. Smith studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he considered her proposal. Alice could feel the tension in the air growing, and she had to resist the urge to fidget under his gaze.

At last, Mr. Smith spoke. "Very well, Alice. I accept your proposal. One special meal per week, here at the Smith Casino Private Lounge."

Alice let out a sigh of relief, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She had passed the first test, but she knew that there would be many more to come.

"Good," she said, her voice firm and confident. "I’m only 5 pounds away from meeting that little goal of yours, Mr. Smith. I can’t help but think that it’s only fair if I gain at least another 50 after that, don’t you think?” She said with a flirtatious lilt in her voice.

Mr. Smith, taken aback, started to stammer out a response but was quickly cut off as Alice continued, “Of course, I’m sure you’ll find ways to make gaining each additional pound...exciting.”

Her tone was dripping with sexual innuendo, and Mr. Smith couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins as he imagined the possibilities.

Alice noticed, and used his momentary lapse in composure to her advantage. She leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table, causing her ample cleavage to spill out of her low-cut dress.

"I'll do whatever it takes, Mr. Smith," Alice said, her voice low and sultry. "You know how much I want to save my father. I'm willing to do whatever you ask of me."

Smith nodded slowly, taking a sip of his whiskey before responding. "I know you are, Alice. Let’s have that first meal now. I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to feed you. And I appreciate your dedication. It's rare to find someone so devoted to their family's well-being. But don't forget, this arrangement benefits both of us. And as you gain more weight, our little... encounters will become more exciting for both of us." he said,” his voice dripping with suggestion.

Alice felt a shiver run down her spine at Mr. Smith's words. She knew what he meant, and she can't help but feel a sense of disgust at herself for going along with this.

But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the end goal: saving her father.

"I understand, Mr. Smith. I'm ready for our first meal now," Alice replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Smith signaled to the waiter, who promptly brought over a large platter of food. There was a variety of dishes, from rich pastas to decadent desserts, all designed to help Alice gain weight as quickly as possible.

Alice took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like a stone, making her feel sluggish and uncomfortable. But she knew that she has to keep going if she wanted to meet her goal.

Two hours later, Alice had managed to finish all of the food before her. Her stomach was stretched to its limits, feeling tight and swollen as it strained against the fabric of her dress. She could feel the buttons digging into her skin, threatening to pop off at any moment. And then, as she shifted in her seat, she felt a sudden tearing sound as the side of her dress split open, revealing an expanse of pale flesh.

Alice gasped in shock, quickly looking around to see if anyone had noticed. But the room was still filled with the low hum of conversation and clinking of glasses, and no one seemed to have noticed her wardrobe malfunction.

Mr. Smith, however, had not missed a thing.

His eyes lit up with excitement as he took in the sight of Alice's exposed skin. "Well, well, well, Alice," he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "It seems like our little arrangement is working out quite nicely."

Alice blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and disgust at herself. She knew that she was being used for Mr. Smith's own pleasure, but she also knew that she has no other choice if she wants to save her father. This is what she wanted.

"Yes, it seems so," Alice replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “And you thought I couldn’t finish it? I’ve been stretching my capacity for you, Mr. Smith,” she added, more coolly and confidently this time.

“You certainly have. And my, Alice, it seems you might have even enjoyed this little feast. What say we make it a little more enjoyable and let your hands rest next time and I’ll do all of the feeding?” Mr. Smith asked, a mixture of his typical callousness and teenage excitement.

"That would be lovely, Mr. Smith," Alice replied, her voice dripping with as much sweetness as she could muster. She knew that he was enjoying this game of power and domination, but she wasn't going to let him get to her. Instead, she focused on the end goal: saving her father from a lifetime of debt and poverty.

"Very well," Mr. Smith said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched Alice struggle to stand up from the booth.

She could feel her face turning red with embarrassment as she tried to cover up the exposed skin on her side.

"Alice?" Mr. Smith asked, his voice dripping with suggestion. “Just to be sure this wasn’t some ‘fluke’ or game to you, I’d like us to do this again,” he said coyly, “tomorrow.”

Alice nodded, swallowing hard as she tried to keep her emotions in check. "Yes, Mr. Smith. I'll do whatever you need me to," she replied, her voice equal parts desperate and suggestive.

Mr. Smith chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"I knew I could count on you, Alice. Now, let's get you home so you can rest and recover from our little feast, maybe get those feet up."

Alice nodded, grateful for Mr. Smith's assistance as he helped her out of the booth. She felt like a beached whale, unable to move without his help. And she was supposed to do this again tomorrow?

As they approached her car, Alice dropped her keys while trying to take them from her purse. Instead of reaching down to grab them for her, Mr. Smith instead took a step back, leaned against the car door, and lifted an eye brow. “Overcoming every day obstacles is an important part of this process,” he sneered, eager to watch her struggle under her massive weight and bloat.

Alice groaned as she bent down to pick up her keys, feeling her heavy belly pull her downward. After some effort, she managed to grab them at last and stood up, sweating panting heavily from the exertion. With her key clutched in one hand, her other arm attempted cradle her massive belly, right along the tear of her dress, but slipped due to the sheen of sweat that now covered her body.
Mr. Smith chuckled, clearly entertained by her distress. “Don’t forget, I expect you back here tomorrow, ready for another feast,” he said, reminding her of the agreement they had made. Alice nodded wearily, every part of her body begging for rest and relaxation.

But she knew that such luxuries would have to wait. She still had one more challenge to overcome before the night was over.

Alice struggled to fit herself into the driver's seat of her car, her body even larger than it had been the last time she had sat behind the wheel. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. Her belly was just too big. Reclining her seat and pushing it back while raising the wheel were the best she could do to accommodate her gargantuan size.

Mr. Smith watched with amusement as Alice finally managed to get herself settled, her face flushed with exertion.

"Until tomorrow, Alice," he said with a smirk, before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowded casino.

Alice let out a sigh of relief as she closed the car door behind her, leaning back against the seat with a soft moan. Her entire body felt heavy and sluggish, weighed down by the food and the burden that she had taken on. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of doing it all again tomorrow, but she pushed those thoughts aside as she started the car and pulled away from the curb.

She knew that this was a means to an end, and that the end justified the means. She reminded herself of her father's situation, and how much she loved him, and how much he needed her help.

As she drove home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at herself for going along with Mr. Smith's twisted game. She felt like she was losing control of her own body, becoming a puppet to his whims and desires.

But she couldn't let herself give in to the fear and disgust, not if she wanted to save her father. She had to stay strong, and keep reminding herself of what was at stake.