Chapter 7 - maintenance

Harry couldn't believe how much more effort it took to move his body now. Trying to dress his freshly fattened up body in time for the lady's guest was not as easy as it sounded. He paused briefly to admire the size of the sweatpants he had to wear, holding them out in front of him, his eyes boggling. Then he quickly got down to business as he saw the lady staring impatiently at him. Dressing was a lot harder than it used to be; especially trying to pull the fabric over his huge ass, trying to reach around with his bulging fat, love handles in the way. The whole thing made him feel a little out of breath.

No sooner was he dressed, he heard a heavy knock on the door. 'Maintenance,' came a deep voice from outside. The lady smiled and walked to the door.

'Hello there,' she cooed as the man stood at the doorway. He was a young, very tall guy wearing a gray overall with the hotel's logo discretely positioned on left the side of the chest. He was a pretty boy with dark hair that curled into his handsome face and deep brown eyes. Harry watched his expression of shock as he took in the lady's form. Harry got the sense that, like him, he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

'Um...' he mumbled. 'I hear you have a tap problem...'

'And they sent you. How kind of them!' trilled the lady. 'Come on in.'

The man stepped inside. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way. Some girls liked that. But he also had a fairly toned build that Harry would have liked for himself, had he not had his family's skinny, lanky genes.

'My goodness, are all the men as handsome as you in this hotel?' she marvelled, making the man blush. 'You're just as good-looking as that man on the front desk this afternoon,' she grinned, looking sideways at Harry, making him swell with pride to be in on the joke for the first time. He enjoyed it.

'Oh, you're too kind,' the man said shyly puffing up his chest none the less. Then he thought a little more about what she had said. 'Guy on the front desk? You mean Big John?' he asked confused, holding out his hands to demonstrate the shape of a spherical, obese man. Harry wondered how this guy already knew that John was now massively overweight and yet didn't seem to care; as if he believed John had always been that way. Maybe the lady's power was even greater than Harry had imagined.

'Come through to my bathroom,' she ordered, leading him deeper into her suite.

Harry watched the maintenance guy check out the lady's ass as he followed her into the bathroom. He was clearly too enthralled by her sexy body to even care that Harry could see him.The poor man really had no idea what he was dealing with. He seemed to have the exact same look on his face John had had back in the conference room, right before she made him fatten up in front of a room full of her cackling followers.

It was a dare and Harry knew it. The lady was testing him. She had called this guy up here to see if Harry would warn him, tell him to run as fast as he could and get away. As she set the guy to work looking at the tap, the lady looked hard at Harry, raising her eyebrow, willing him to shout to the guy, to get him out of there before she could do what she wanted to him.

The guy was bending over, looking at the tap, pulling it on and off to find the imaginary fault. 'I can't see any problem...' he announced, sounding confused. Harry wondered how long the lady would string him along before she would strike. Was she really going to use her formula on him?

'Never mind...' she smiled, strutting out of the bathroom and deliberately knocking over a book on her side table as she went. Then, after taking a further opportunity to watch the lady's ass, the maintenance guy followed after her, bending down to pick up the item that had fallen to the floor.

'Excuse me...' he began politely. 'You dropped this.' The book had fallen open, revealing it wasn't a book at all, but a secret compartment for several small bottles of blue liquid, carved in to the inside of the book. One bottle had even fallen out and as he handed the book back to her, he continued to hold one small bottle in his hand. He was holding the formula.

'Oh thank goodness you didn't stand on that!' smiled the woman. That's very important,' she hinted.

'Is it perfume?' asked the man, holding the bottle to his nose.

'How clever of you...' marvelled the lady. 'It's actually aftershave. My own special blend,' she smiled sweetly.

'Oh...' said the guy, holding it between his thumb and finger, trying to peer inside. 'Is it good?'
The lady looked hard at Harry again, before speaking. 'Why don't you try it?' she offered the maintenance man. 'Tell me what you think.' She turned and looked at Harry, giving him one last chance to warn the man. 'What do you think?' she asked him directly.

Harry smiled encouragingly as the maintenance man paused for a moment, not wanting to seem too keen. 'Honestly,' Harry began, speaking directly to him. 'The girls love it...' Harry then watched as the man twisted the small lid off the bottle and inhaled the formula delicately. 'It smells nice' he admitted.

'Come along' encouraged the lady, smiling, with only the slightest hint of impatience.

Placing one finger over the bottle top, the man upturned the formula and then, astonishingly, he began to dab it onto his neck.

Harry watched, surprised at how delighted and intrigued he was to see how the formula would work this way. 'Mmm, smells so sexy, don't you think?' smiled the lady by his side, watching every second, just like Harry.

'You're right' nodded the man with a flirtatious smile plastered on his pretty face, feeling like he was getting somewhere with the lady. Harry watched, enthralled as his soppy grin seemed to dim ever so slightly; as if he felt strange but not really knowing why.

'I think it's just the sexiest smell in the world...' the lady continued, taking the bottle from his still hand and placing it on the side. 'What's the matter?' she asked happily, seeing the man, turning pale. Harry could smell the sweat building from him.

The guy grunted awkwardly, like he was trying to clear his throat. Harry remembered all too well how the formula felt as it built up inside.

The lady smiled and seductively untied the man's top buttons on his overalls. 'In fact, I bet if my ladies came through those doors right now and got a whiff of you, they'd have the biggest smiles on their faces,' whispered the lady. Then she pulled the overalls down right to the floor, leaving the man standing there in only a white vest and underwear. Harry had not been this close when he watched the formula take John; now he smelt right up close, the stink of sweat building up.

All of a sudden, Harry could see a little bloated bulge in the man's stomach as it pressed up more snugly inside the vest. The lady lifted up the material and rubbed the growing paunch encouragingly, giving it a little pat as if to speed it along. Harry stood up to walk around the man to see his ass was stretching the now tight underwear he had on, gaining significant width to it pretty quickly.

The lady pulled off the last of his clothes and the man started to rock slowly from his hips as the formula seemed to gather speed and power. Even the man's face was altering, his cheeks puffing up and neck thickening.

The lady's smile was infectious, seeing the man now naked with all of his clothes around his ankles as he body swayed and bloated with new fat. His once hard-earned, toned body gradually softening to blubber. Harry watched from the side as the distance between the furthest points of his belly and ass continued to grow. He could see the obese shape developing.

Harry couldn't help himself, he was so delighted. He placed a hand on the man's shoulder and spoke to him as he continued to lose the battle against the formula. 'Look at how happy you've made her,' he nodded as the lady fingered the man's Mark's softening underbelly, watching it swell in front of her eyes. '...We want to please the ladies, don't we?' Harry took a handful of the man's softening moob and whispered in his ear: 'I think these are going to make everyone very happy indeed.' But the lady wasn't really listening now; she was too busy cackling, watching the fat build up in the man's groin, swallowing his penis.

That's when Harry had his best idea yet.