Hefty Hotel (part 4)

(I apologise for how bad my writing is in this part).

Luke's life had gone to ruin once stepping into that hotel, he imagined the same for the others who abided there. How long had they been there? He didn't dare ask, in fear that the same would happen to him. But this lifestyle was so good.. The food was anyway. He knew his girlfriend would come for him after a while, or maybe she'd suspect he was cheating on her and not bother to come at all. Whatever would happen, he knew one thing; he'd be fat through it all.

Having returned to the hotel after the meeting, he climbed the stairs, his gut rippling with every little movement. His fat fingers fumbled for his key and he soon turned it in the lock. On entering the room, he dropped his brief case and made way for his fridge. Seating himself on the mattress, it dropping with his weight, he pulled the fridge open. He found it to be freshly restocked and this brought a smile to his plump lips. He took one item from it and tore the wrapper from it, without a seconds thought, he pushed the chocolate straight into his mouth. Chewing heavily, his lips smacking, he reached for the second which was demolished as easily as the first. He groaned with pleasure as he ate, the chocolate smothering both his lips and chins.

An hour or two had passed, he didn't care for the time , and he had devoured the entire contents of the fridge. With a satisfied groan, a large fart erupted. His fat arse rippled with it as it lasted for a good few minutes, its scent filling the room.

His stomach had spread out over the entirety of his lap, his shirt covering only his moobs that were perched up by his large, swollen stomach. His thighs smothered the mattress beneath him, his sweat pants no longer able to stretch all the way round his waist and thighs.

Hauling himself to his feet with great difficulty, his stomach fell to hang just short of his knees. He was unsteady on his feet as he waddled to the door, his fat fingers curling into a loose fist. His body shook with every step, the wooden floor groaning beneath him. He was thankful the doorway was so wide as he slipped through it and made his way to the stairs. He was careful as he clambered down them. His three chins devoured his neck so it appeared as though his head was connected to his shoulders and they swung with the movements of his body.

As he came to the bottom, the receptionist, who had all but grown since seeing him last, looked to him in shock. She knew the effects of the food in the hotel, but never had someone gotten so fat in such little time. She waddled her way over to him and stopped him in his path.

"Excuse me, sir, are you okay?" She questioned, her breaths short and quick as the exertion tired her out.

"No," he said in return. "I want to get food. Now."

"It looks as though you've just eaten," she spoke, indicating to the chocolate that covered his mouth. She was concerned for his health, and feared that gaining weight so fast might be a risk to him.

"It was only a small snack," he answered, his voice seeming to darken as he tried to get past her.

She had no other option but to let him be. Stepping aside, her belly shaking as she stepped, she gestured for him to go by. Raising her fat fingers, she pushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, her blue eyes following him.

Waddling back to the desk, she squeezed behind it, her stomach now resting on the surface of it, seeing as though she had grown a bit too big for it.

She had once been thin, when she had first been employed here. But all that had changed when she was offered free food from the hotel when taking her breaks. She knew there was something up but had no other option to remain, giving that she needed the money and she desired the food. With a heavy sigh, she reached for her half eaten sandwich , and rose it to her plump lips to take a large bite from it.