Chapter 2 - the formula

The other women nodded and looked encouragingly towards the lady on stage for her to carry on.

'One dose is enough for your victim, but you can choose to use more than five doses to break the delay factor and it will work... instantly.'

The women in the room chuckled and almost seemed to hold their breath waiting for the woman on stage to carry on.

'The man will start to sweat.' She paused while the women all looked around at each other in an excited confusion. 'The man will start to - grow fatter'. Now the women all had huge grins on their faces but did not break their stares away from the stage, eagerly waiting to hear more. 'Then he will start - growing a belly.' The women laughed and repeated the word 'belly' with excitement.

'Fattening more... The man is no longer slim'. The lady on stage paused enjoying the excitement of the women below. ~The man - is obese!' she announced triumphantly, raising her hands into the air for the emphatic applause that followed.

The women below cheered and shouted at the woman like she was a rock star. 'You're a genius!' 'You're amazing madam!' The lady on stage looked around at the spectacle for a few seconds before raising her hand again to quieten them. They all responded immediately and returned to their seats so as not to anger her. Harry wasn't sure what to think. Magic did not exist, but this seemed way too elaborate to be some sort of role play.

'This afternoon, 1 hour and 55 minutes ago, I put one dose of my formula on a mint. I offered it to a repulsive skinny boy who seemed to enjoy me flirting with him.' She laughed aloud and the other women joined in, but their faces clearly showed they were eager to hear what the woman had to say next. 'I invited this poor man to join us here in two minutes so that he can take me on a... date.' She laughed and the other women joined in once again, delighted at how evil their leader on stage was. ~In 5 minutes time, you will see the formula you will be using, in action!'

The women cheered and shouted praise again at the woman. Harry was perplexed but had to admit that if this was true, he really wanted to see, and almost felt like cheering himself.

The lady on stage raised her hand for immediate silence. Five seconds passed in absolute quiet until a heavy knock came at the door. The women looked at each other excitedly and the woman who had previously locked the door rushed over quickly and waited for a nod from the woman on stage to open it again.

'Oh hello', said the door lady in a friendly voice as an attractive young man stood at the doorway, looking keenly inside. He looked to be a similar age to Harry, mid 20s, but with a perfect toned physique. He had dark brown hair and a boyish smile that was bound to melt the hearts of all the girls he met out and about. Harry had met him earlier that afternoon whilst he was searching the hotel for the heating pipes. The man's name was John and he worked behind reception as their eye candy to greet guests. From what Harry could tell chatting to him that day, there didn't seem to be a lot going on upstairs. John seemed like the typical dumb jock type that could be led into a trap like this, thinking entirely with his pants. Mind, Harry thought, would he have fared any better? He doubted it as he took another look at the gorgeous woman on stage looking down as John crossed the threshold of the room.

'Thanks,' he said politely to the woman at the door. 'I'm looking for...' he began, but then John's eyes found the lady on stage and he smiled excitedly, walking slowly down the aisle of chairs, not even noticing that the door was being locked behind him once again. The seated women smiled at him sweetly as he walked past and then pointed and giggled to each other as it was clear that John was already beginning to sweat. His shirt and dress pants were starting to stick to him in places, displaying once again his fine jock body and the great shape he was in. A couple of the women even theatrically held their noses once he had passed them to emphasise the stink of sweat leaching off him. Was the formula was already taking effect?

Harry watched John walk to the front of the room, standing just below the stage, gazing up at the woman above. Harry realised that the woman on stage must have chosen him because he was easily the best-looking guy working at the hotel. That's when Harry realised that no one could have been saved from this woman's charms; himself included. After all, it could have been him stood up there right now; he had been walking about the hotel all day as well and could easily have fallen prey to a flirtatious chat and the offer of a breath mint from a hot lady. Harry had to admit, he was strangely aroused by that fact. He shifted his body behind the screen to try to get the best view of the stage, starting to hope that the formula was indeed real. He watched the scene carefully and gave a little gasp of excitement himself when he saw just how much poor John was sweating.

'Are you finished?' asked John kindly. 'Would you like me to come back later?' he offered the lady on stage, with his back to the gathering of women behind him; who were all whispering and pointing to each other about how much the sweat was making John's work pants cling to his athletic butt.

'No, no' smiled the woman on stage, looking sweetly down at John. ~We're all finished.' She lifted her head and looked around the room at the women as if they were all sharing in a hilarious joke. 'In fact, I've just been telling them all about the handsome boy I met today.'

The other women couldn't help themselves and gave a little chuckle of excitement that even made John look around at them all.

'Come up here' cooed the woman on stage. 'You can help me close our meeting'.

John shifted his body weight and climbed up on to the stage in one lunge, thanks to his long and athletic legs. The women all seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of what was about to happen to the poor young man. John stood up there in the perfect position for everyone to see, just like the lady on stage knew would happen from the moment she chose to flirt with him that morning. John was trapped in the lion's den and didn't even realise it.