One Drink Makes You Larger

Chapter 1

The bottle in front of Alice shimmered darkly, its contents swirled and in every third or fourth rotation she would catch the outline of a human form. They shifted in proportion, some top heavy, others slender, still more apple round with barely a hard angle left on them. She glanced at the tag affixed to its cap, it read "One drink makes you larger, another makes you small".

She gulped as she considered the missive. She had paid a significant sum for this vial at the Red Queen's auction the previous evening, and her mind had been circling it ever since, spinning down and down into thoughts of what she might soon do to herself.

Alice had always been a slender girl. quick and light, well suited to adventuring and getting into scrapes. Despite her natural constitution she found herself endlessly enamored with the plush and pillowy ladies of the Suited Court, and most of all she lusted after the Red Queen herself.

This infatuation stemmed from a particularly rosy night, on which her father and she had been invited to feast amongst the Face Cards. She gawked with rapt adoration as her city's great leader strutted heavily to the high table, Faces of every Suit turning to admire her tightly wrapped silk form.

Alice snuck glances at the monarch all night, watching as she devoured dish after dish, her enormous belly swelling more and more under her the pressure of her appetite.
As the plates were being cleared and the party began meandering towards the ballroom, the Queen turned her gorgeous winged eyes on her young subject. She smiled softly at the young girls obvious regard, gave her rounded middle a heavy shake and winked before purring,

"Serve me well and perhaps someday you will eat like a Queen as well."

Alice blushed from toes to tea-kettle, heating with barely understood desire, as the Queen wrested her royal bulk from the creaking throne. She watched the monarch waddle away, biting her lip and spinning with all manner of delicious, formless longings.

So began a campaign of attempted 'self improvement' which would capture her mind unlike any other project had before. She woke every day hoping to reshape herself in the image of her idol, and spent every meal loading herself down with the most richly fattening foods she could get her hands on.

As the child of a well regarded Tin-Soldier, she had never wanted for good food, and her will power was certainly not misplaced, a fact to which any number of her tutors could attest. Regardless, she could never quite seem to make her meals "stick". Despite constant visits to The Hatter and The Hair, where she would take in all manner of delicious pastried treats, she only ever left the tea house with any aching belly.

No hint of softness graced her form, no entrancing jiggle accompanied her steps, and despite great personal effort, her bottom remained firmly, uncomfortably, paddingless.

A dozen years of failed attempts left Alice in a rather desperate and unfulfilled state, and when the sudden death of her father left her with more money than she could reasonably spend, an idea took root. Magic was an established, if potentially unpredictable alternate route to many less-than-natural human states.

There were tomes for memory, pills for strength, and most importantly for Alice’s predicament, potions for increasing ones size. The primary issue with such shortcuts was how different an individual's reaction could be. A magic word meant to cut could either prepare a full meal or take off a head depending on the will and mindset of the user.

Despite these uncertainties, when such a potion of growth was announced to be on offer at the Red Queen's yearly auction, Alice couldn't pass it by.

...

After deliberating a final time Alice plucked the top from the vial and, In a burst of lustful resolve, drank its contents down. As soon as it hit her lips an overwhelming heat rushed through her, sweat broke out on every inch of her body and she felt as though her muscles were vibrating under her skin.

She gasped softly as the feeling settled strongest around the scant few soft places on her body. Pert breasts, rosy cheeks and slender hips all heated like miniature furnaces before, suddenly, the sensation evaporated. Alice was left panting and ruffled, shimmering with perspiration and wondering with confusion what might happen next.

The answer was "nothing" as it turned out.

She examined herself from every angle in the long mirror of her dressing room, and found herself entirely unchanged. No rounded belly or soft double chin had popped into existence on frame, and she huffed with befuddled disappointment as each dress she tried on fit as precisely as the last.

Just as she was about to give up on the experiment and resign herself to a life of continued waifishness, her stomach was beset by the most powerful ache she had experienced in her short life. She doubled over as the offending organ fairly Screamed a demand at her. she managed to rise as the hunger pang faded, but the sensations passing was accompanied by a low, rumbling growl.

Her eyes widened with wild surmise as her mouth broke into a helpless smile. She sprinted for the kitchen, sliding to a halt in front of her well stocked pantry. She threw its doors wide revealing rows of hearty foods, and she quickly gathered up a feast.

Multiple loaves of bread, a rack of cured meat, cheeses of various types, carafes of fresh cream, a bowl of ripe fruit, and whole bakeries worth of suggered treats lay spread before her on the dining room table.

It was a ludicrous quantity of food she knew, an amount orders of magnitude beyond what she had managed to cram into herself during even her most dedicated binges. She threw away thoughts of "too much", what had she purchased magic for if not to bend the rules of cruel reality.

Just then she felt the humming warmth return to her skin. Magic, she knew, was moved by belief and desire. She buzzed with growing excitement as the force of her will aligned with the purpose of the potion, creating a tangible synergy of intent.

She would eat this food, and it would make her grow.

Alice began to eat, and as the first bite hit her tongue she moaned in absolute pleasure. It tasted so Good! better than any meal she had had before. As the first morsel hit her stomach, the ache that had been mounting transmuted into a glorious satisfied churning. She set a relatively average pace, completely absorbed in the magically enhanced flavor of her favorite foods, but before the hour had passed her belly began to complain.

Her first disappointed thought was that she had reached her limit again, but when she looked down she found her belly practically empty. Rather than the small, hard, orb she expected to find, she saw only the flat plane of her dress.

Her belly complained audibly again and she laughed with manic delight, rather than filling up, her enchanted gut was rapidly digesting everything she had fed to it.

In an instant she was shoving every morsel she could reach into her waiting mouth. She hardly bothered to chew as more food than she had ever dared to press into herself in a single sitting glided past her waiting lips. She fell into a blissful stupor, and as she ate her belly began to distend.

The buttons of her dress creaked as her waist swelled.

She huffed and panted, barely stopping to breathe as the spell spun more deeply into place around her. Food that had been placed on the far side of the table drew towards her as though she possessed a slowly growing gravity. Wind had begun to swirl around the table, mixing the sweet smells of Alice's meal into a heady cocktail that urged her on.

Fruit gave way to cream which was followed in a blink by a great pitcher of wine, and just as the final drop passed her lips the decedent music that had built into a crescendo around her broke, leaving the room silent but for her ragged, stifled breaths.

Alice felt complete, like every inch of her was sated in a way she had never known was possible. She cracked her eyes open and gasped as she took in her body. Her belly was massive, it had burst free from her dress leaving a gaping hole in the fine fabric. It looked to be the size of a prize pumpkin, and a few angry, red stripes traced lines in her pale skin.

Before her lay the remains of her meal. baskets and pitchers sat empty, scraps of rind and seeded cores were scattered around, but anything that could be said to carry nutrients to the body had found its way inside her pulsing gut.

She heaved herself up, bracing her arms on the table and letting her belly hang down beneath her. It felt like someone had tied a loaded sack to her middle and her knees threatened to buckle under the added weight.

Alice's eyes started to shudder as a great exhaustion washed over her. Letting go of the table she stumbled towards the plush chair that sat under the window of the dining room, collapsing into it and falling immediately into thoughtless sleep.

...

Alice awoke blearily. She uncurled from the chair feeling stiff as a board as she rose to brush the sleep from her eyes. Her first sight upon waking was the ruin she had made of her kitchen, plates had been left uncleaned all around the warmly lit room. As her mind struggled to process the untidy sight her hand came to rest on her thigh and she gasped, leaping upright and staring disbelievingly down at herself.

The rapid movement caused the source of her alarm to jiggle furiously as her thick, fattened belly bounced out of the ragged hole in her dress. The bottom of the garment, which not hours before had hung around her knees, was stretched tight around her plump bottom, leaving the creamy, dimpled flesh of her thighs exposed to just below her crotch.

Alice shuddered, feeling her heavy form rooting her to the ground. Once toned legs now pressed softly into one anther and warmth began growing deep in the swollen embrace of her decadent rolls. she raised chubby hands to her tightly bound breasts and hissed in desperate desire as she tore her bodice in half. Her bosom burst forth, revealing two swollen orbs as big and round as a pair of grapefruits.



Her eyes tracked down, her arousal mounting. She had to lean forward to get a good look at the belly that had blossomed in front of her. It was the crowning achievement of her newly fattened frame. Its soft expanse had obliterated all trace of bone or muscle, leaving instead an heavy orb of supple fat.

The stretchmarks she had so given herself the night before had faded into silver-soft scars, the bottom of which disappeared beneath the overhang that was only Just threatening to dip below the line of her hips.

Alice breathed heavily, desperately lifting and jiggling every inch of exposed flesh and just as she began to reach under the hem of her ruined garment she felt a familiar sensation emanate from her middle. As a growling hunger howled through her body, Alice's chubby cheeks broke into a helpless smile.