As Larry gets closer, he recognize instantly the smell.
Whatever concoction Clara is pouring into the already engorged Aly, it has clearly a large part of it made of butter. Intrigued, he stands back for a bit, watching interested as Clara empty one bucket of that substance into the funnel, before laying down the empty bucket as she picks another one from the ground.
“Miss Aly?”
“*URRURP!*…Ugh… Y-Yeah?”
“Ready for the other bars?”
“A-alright…*BUURP!*… Huff…are you sure… this will… help me… digest… faster?”
“But of course. There is nothing better than this secret family recipe.
Now, now, close you lips and keep the funnel in… Good.”
Larry could see Aly scrunched up face as she kept the funnel tightly against her lips, and yet, he noticed right away how the girl reacted as she began to swallow that buttery concoction that Clara was pouring.
Aly, despite feeling as engorged as tick, could not stop drinking down that sickly sweet liquid. She wasn’t exactly sure what it actually was but, although it made her burp, it was extremely good and she was starting to realize that the more she drank of it, and the more she wanted of it.
Still, the doctor could see the ex-gymnast gut rising like bread in an oven.
Despite it being already full, Aly’s gut seemed made to contain as much of that concoction as possible, for she kept drinking even as her t-shirt ripped, even as her shorts all but exploded out of her, until she was completely and undeniably full.
Only then, seeing as Aly was having serious difficulty in swallowing down anymore, Clara began to relent, although, it wasn’t for long.
“Are you feeling full, Miss?”
“*BUURRRURRP!*…Urgh… Y-yeah… can’t… anymore…”
“Oh, that’s a shame… it really is…” she said as she gently caressed in slow, kind circle movements the massively glutted gut of Aly. The girl, despite feeling as full as she was, could only release some more gases, as she then turned toward the maid.
“W-Why?”
“You see…” said Clara, willingly slowly “If only you could have had a little more…There would have been something… special… for you to have.”
Aly was beyond full and yet, the idea that something “special” was so close to her and she was letting it go, was simply offending to her. Slowly, moving her own hands, she began to caress her own massive gut, eliciting more burps and belches to be released. As she did so, so her own belly began to visibly reduce in size, until despite being full, wasn’t really full to the brim as it was before.
“I…Hurff… I can… have some… more…”
“Really, Miss? Won’t you feel sick?”
“I… I’ll be… o-*ULP!*”
Before she could even finish speaking, Clara had already placed the funnel back between aly’s lips and swiftly resumed to pour the bucketful with the buttery concoction into Aly, who, could do nothing but swallow more and more.
It was almost twenty minutes later, as Clara had managed to empty a total of five buckets into Aly, that she stopped, as she then caressed the face of the enormously engorged woman on the bed.
“You’ve done good… Miss Aly…”
“I… Hurff…*URRRURRP!*…g-good… Urgh… S-Special?”
“Oh, yes… it is true. You’ve done amazingly well Miss… I think you deserve your bonus. I’ll bring it to you right away, Miss.”
Larry quickly scampered out of the way, willing to see what Clara was going to do, although he would be ready to intervene should things start to go for the worse. The maid, meanwhile, left for a few minutes, although she returned pushing a trolley. As she moved beside Aly’s engorged forms, she smiled pleasantly at the girl.
“Miss, a few moments more of patience and you will have your reward.”
Under Aly’s strained stare, Clara quickly revealed the content of the trolley, as she had brought a mixer with her, along with a few choice snacks. One after the other, she began mixing and mixing, turning countless snacks into liquid form, which she then would add to the liquified butter within the bucket beside her.
A couple of cakes, a few pounds of caramel and honey, a couple dozens bars of chocolate, this and more was quickly mixed and swiftly added to the bucket, until the same was filled almost right to the brim.
Clara, then, mischievous smile ever present on her face, turned toward the girl laying down on her bed, unable to move due to the humongous size of her engorged gut.
“Here you go, Miss. Your reward for a job well done…”
Larry stared in morbid fascination to the control that Clara was managing to have on Alexandra. Despite having the girl so completely full and glutted, she still had just managed to convince her to eat some more, as she even prepared the concoction in front of her very eyes.
As the maid began to pour the heavy mixture into the funnel, Alexandra began to swallow with slow and pained sounds, yet she wasn’t going to refuse it. That was her reward and, as she gulped it down, as she felt it land heavily within her already overpacked stomach, she almost felt herself ready to burst.
It was delicious and it was even sweeter being it a reward but, despite it all, Aly still was overglutted and engorged. Yet, everytime she tried to stop the maid, she would simply continue pouring, until the entire bucket was empty.
“*ULP!*… *ULP!*… *ULP!*… *ULP!*…*BRUUAARP!*… huff…C-Clar-*ULP!*…”
Clara smiled, especially as she looked at the clock.
Almost 01:30 PM, and here was her charge, Alexandra Raisman, looking more like a massive zeppelin than a girl.
“Good Job Miss! Down to the last drop. Did you like it?”
Aly though couldn’t reply. Too tired to even talk, she had simple fell asleep, her immense gut churning and rumbling as it tried to digest the massive meal it had been fed with.
It was then, that Larry emerged from the shadows.
Especially seeing as Clara seemed intent on refilling her buckets.
He sneakily approached her and, before she could actually try and take advantage of the unconscious Aly, he came to her side and stopped her, inadvertently waking up Aly.
“Clara? What are you doing?”
The maid blushed and stammered, as she tried to come up with a suitable explanation but, she was then saved in corner by the glutted, engorged, behemoth laying on the bed.
“H-Hey…*OURRARRURP!...D-Doc... She’s… helping me… with my… exercises…isn’t this… the… belly… flex? Stretch…? *BURRP!*… N-nevermind... she’s just… helping.
Those… health bars… are good… enough… but… to chew through… them… is weird… this… way… is better… for me…”
Larry let his anger melt as he then turns toward Clara, telling her that she can go, although he was going to ask to have a chat later. Left alone with the engorged Alexandra, he pass one of his hands over her throbbing, ready to burst belly.
“So, Aly… was it good your morning workout?”
“Oh…*URP!*…y-yeah… but… had to… cut it… short… it was…getting… late.”
“Mh. I know what you mean… I’ll see what we can do to give you some more time, then.
Now, though, it’s time for your medicines… and then, it will be time for Lunch.
Are you ready for it?”
Alexandra felt completely engorged, stuffed beyond any limit. Slowly she shook her head sideways.
“S-Sorry… Doc… I’m just… so full… and tired…”
Larry sat beside her, as he then began to massage the massive orb that was her engorged gut, as he did so, the girl moaned and burped, as she then noticed that her bulging belly had deflated a bit.
“I know you feel full, Aly… but that’s the illness tricking you.
We must make sure you are in control. So, take your pills… good girl… and we’ll get you lunch in a bit.”
As She swallowed the pills, she began to lose focus and, just as it had been before, she became an empty book for Nassar to write inside. He was tempted to overwrite her concept of fullness but, didn’t want her to be sick, so he focused more on how she would react to her life from that moment onward.
“Aly, you know that what you see and feel of your size, is a trick from your illness. But even though you will not notice it consciously, you will act and move in consideration of your size.
You will sit in more than one chair; you will use an electric walker to move; You will ignore if you get stuck in a door.
At the same time, you will strive to increase the quantity of food you consume each day.
The more you eat, the better you will feel.”
With that said, he leaned back and continued to massage her full middle, as she slowly returned to herself.
“Ohh… Hey… Doc…”
“Hey yourself. It does feel good?”
“Mh-mh…your hands…like magic…”
“Good. Now, Aly, since you feel this way, we’ll do things a little differently today. I’ll let you rest another half hour, and then, I’ll ask Mimi to bring your lunch here in your room, ok?”
Aly, between the afterglow from the medicines, the fact she was laying in bed and the delightful massage on her overly engorged gut, was quickly falling asleep, she barely had the strength to nod before she fell asleep. Leaving her like that, Larry went directly to the kitchen.
“Mimi?”
“Oui, Monsiuer?”
“For today, bring Lunch to Aly’s room. Preferably something she can eat while laying down, ok?”
“Bien sur. But, is there a particular reason?”
“Yes. I would like to keep her there for the rest of her days with us. The less she moves, the less calories she burns.”
“Oh, tres bien! Can I take care of her meal personally, today? She’s such a petite Cherie…”
Larry shook his head as he smiled at his personal chef.
He trusted her but, he had also trusted Clara… and she had gone the deep end with Aly.
Was he really going to let a French chef, with a passion for fattening up young girls, alone with Alexandra?
In the end he decided to…
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