Chapter 6 - devotion

Twenty minutes later, a newly obese Harry sat in the room of the lady herself. He had been brought up here by two women, the halls of the hotel mysteriously emptying just as they came around each corner. Now he was here, in one of the most expensive suites available in the city.
Harry was a changed man. Five hundred doses of the lady's formula had been forced down his throat and his previously trim and fit body had now swollen up to...

'453lbs!' exclaimed the woman who had coaxed Harry into stepping on to the scale for her. 'What a great result!' The woman was none other than the keeper of the keys in the conference room; the one who had seen Harry hiding and had delighted in ratting him out to everyone. Harry looked at her, but didn't feel angry. She was incredibly toned and pretty, with long blonde hair and tanned skin, with breasts that looked almost too large for her small frame, but still remaining completely natural. She hastily got her measuring tape out and asked Harry to hold it whilst she circled around him to get his waist and hip measurements so that he could be dressed appropriately.

Harry had been silent up until now. He wanted to observe and see how these women worked. What they wanted from him now that he was up here. He slowly opened his mouth and timidly asked his first question. 'Who is the lady who did this to me?'

The woman didn't stop and continued with what she was doing, much more interested in seeing how fat and round Harry had gotten than answering any questions he might have. There was a pause of over a minute and Harry was certain that the woman was not going to answer him, when suddenly she patted him on his wide, fat ass and laughed. 'You can ask her yourself. She'll be here soon.'

Harry's stomach lurched and he felt incredibly nervous again. The lady was coming to see him!
The woman grinned, seeming to know exactly what Harry was thinking. Then she turned slightly and started flicking through a wide range of very large clothing. The lady always came prepared it seemed. There was enough here to clothe an entire army of 400lb men. The woman was just about to pull out something when, suddenly, the door opened, making them both jump.

In sauntered the lady, looking as stunning as ever, her face stern and harsh looking once again. With no effort, she slammed the door behind her and shouted, 'Leave us!'

Harry's heart quickened at the sight of her. What was it he felt for her? Lust, admiration? He couldn't put his finger on it. He stuttered in confusion, starting to get up and leave the room as she had commanded, when he saw the woman who was dressing him, suddenly walk out instead, without a word of protest. The door closed behind her and Harry realised he was probably in more danger than he had been all day. He was on his own with the lady.

'You...' she began, not looking at him. '...are causing me problems.' She looked around the room, not saying any more.

'I'm sorry,' tried Harry, unsure how he was supposed to respond.

'Pathetic...' she growled angrily.

Somehow Harry sensed that she was annoyed that he had successfully managed to stay awake after the formula had finished fattening his body. It was like something that was supposed to happen, had been lost. It was a situation she had not encountered before and it angered her. 'I just, I don't know. I...' mumbled Harry, trying to find some sort of excuse as he sat down on the bed, ashamed of himself.

'Silence!' snapped the lady impatiently. She looked harshly at him and then, as quickly as her temper had flared, it fell away and a warm expression filled her face. 'It won't do you any good...' she smiled. 'You really have no idea...' she began, strutting across to him seductively, '...how important it is to look good in our line of work.'
Harry couldn't help himself; the way she was walking, the way she was talking, her dress, her body, he was absolutely hers, whatever she wanted.

The lady's face couldn't hide the grin of enjoyment as she played with Harry. It was all one big game to her and Harry knew it; but he didn't care. She came very close to Harry and began to stoke his fat, overhanging gut, seductively. Harry felt his heart beat increase and something swell under his new gut. 'My ladies know how to get what we need from any man we like.' She leaned in and spoke in a whisper into Harry's ear. 'You just have to know how to play them and the poor boy is putty in your hand. He'll eat whatever you want, he'll do whatever you want; he's your very own little pig to fatten up. Anything, just so he can feel you reach down...' The lady's fingers were now brushing his underbelly, getting dangerously close to his package. 'You see, lots of people think the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But we know...' She placed her other hand on Harry's flabby upper arm and perched her knee on his huge, swollen thighs as he sat down on the bed. Harry had the perfect view of her breasts, making him breathe heavier and harder. His thick, chubby arms seemed to turn to jelly under the lady's influence. He wanted to move them to feel her body, but he just couldn't gather the courage. '...The real way to a man's stomach, is through something much more...basic.'

Harry was in ecstasy, sitting there naked in front of a lady who had transformed his life and his body; feeling like he would let her do it again and again, just for her amusement. But then the lady suddenly stopped, grabbed a roll of his fat overhang and laughed at him before walking back to the window, clearly satisfied that she had made her point.

'If you're going to remember what has happened to you, I'll have to see what use I have for a stinking fat pig of a man.'

So that was why she was cross with him, realised Harry. Falling asleep after the formula altered the men's mind somehow; made them forget certain things.

The lady was staring at him now, a questioning look on her face. Harry felt like he wanted to reassure her. 'I can do anything you want...' he stuttered.

'Oh yes,' she cackled. 'Don't you worry stinker. You will.' Then she strutted over to old fashioned telephone in the hotel room and picked it up, eyeing Harry the entire time; a devious smile on her face. It was her game, and he was going to play, whether he liked it or not. 'I have a tap leaking in the bathroom,' she spat down the telephone. 'Send that maintenance man up immediately,' she ordered, putting the receiver down without waiting for a response. Then she grinned at Harry. 'Get dressed. We have a visitor on his way.'