Chapter 9 - banquet

It felt strange for Harry to be back in the conference room where his massive transformation had taken place. Now however, rather than being hidden in the corner, he was taking centre stage, dressed in the finest dinner jacket that fit his newly fattened body perfectly. It was the first time he was properly moving around with his new weight, feeling all of the fat jiggle and vibrate, not just in his belly, but in his ass, chest, legs and upper arms as well. Having been skinny all his life, the feeling was bizarre. The hotel's heating was a lot less comfortable now as well. It was still winter outside, but it felt positively Caribbean for Harry under the large dinner jacket now that he was so obese.

The conference room looked completely different, with tables having been brought in all around. The room really did look ready for a banquet, which was just as well considering the Dragons football team would be gathering in here in just a few minutes.

Harry walked through to the hotel lobby and finally saw the team of football players, all gathered around in tuxedos chatting to each other or flirting outrageously with smitten girls who had recognised them, telling them stories of what it was like to be a professional athlete that were no doubt well-rehearsed and successful in getting them laid. John, the poor guy Harry had seen the women fatten up before him, was seemingly oblivious to what had happened to him. He was back working behind the desk with everyone working around him as if there were no change at all; his huge overfed gut spilling over his belt and fat ass bumping in to all of the other staff who were impatiently trying to work around the fat lump of lard. Harry grinned watching from afar.

The football players all looked very handsome; every last one of them. It was a sea of abs and perfect jawlines. Harry walked over to the manager he had seen at the reception desk earlier that day. This was it. No going back now.

'Mr Stevens, would you like to follow me? The room is now ready for you and your party.' Dan Stevens, the team's manager took a step back and looked Harry up and down, clearly disgusted at the massively obese man that dared speak to him. 'Alright' he nodded gruffly already turning away from Harry. He called to his team. 'Come on guys, it's through here.' A few phone numbers were thrust at a couple of the players from their admiring female fans until, one by one, each player left the lobby and started following the manager down the hall to the conference room, alongside Harry.

Harry was listening carefully to the team of men as they followed behind him. He heard hoots and laughs as he knew they must be watching his huge, wide backside from behind as he led the way. It made it all the more pleasurable to open the door widely and smile as they all walked past him into the banquet room, with all the smugness of handsome men who had never struggled with their weight in their lives.

Harry could practically feel the mood change as the men entered the room and saw the team of beautiful women there to greet them. Each one of the ladies from the meeting earlier was there, smiling eagerly, dressed appropriately as waiting staff. There were so many of them, they even outnumbered the handsome boys now flooding in to the room. Harry saw them all nod and chuckle to each other as they checked out the hot girls that were seating them. Even Dan, the highly strung manager looked around impressed at the level of service that was being offered to his team, sitting from his table on the stage with the other managers, above the rest of the young men.

The players seemed more subdued now and Harry grinned as he noticed the boys gaze, mesmerised by the beauty of the ladies that surrounded them. The women were already playing them, knowing just how to keep their attention; deliberately holding long, lingering eye contact with the boys that were checking them out. So much so that, in five minutes, this team of men were being far less coy about checking them out; any lingering thoughts of the girls from the lobby long forgotten. They slouched back in their chairs, legs a little wider, almost as if they were expecting the hot girls to give them a lap dance at any moment; their eyes sparkling with lust.

Harry snuck out of the room and saw the lady discreetly exit from the kitchens. She cackled and smiled at Harry as she snuck a now empty bottle of the formula into her clutch bag and entered the room. Harry had no idea how she had done it, but she had somehow managed to get herself invited to the event as Dan's personal guest, sitting at the top table just next to him. Dan pulled out a chair for her as she arrived, looking smitten and proud to have her by his side, looking gorgeous in a figure-hugging black dress.

With all of the men seated, Harry nodded to the kitchen staff. It was time.

Dan, the team's manager was thoroughly distracted by the lady sitting next to him, seeming to not notice the effect the waiting staff were having on his horny men below. Almost instantaneously, the men were all presented with their first course, a large bowl of soup. Just as planned, the boys abandoned their leering at the women and happily tucked in looking up coyly at the waiting staff, who were all smiling sweetly down at them. They were eating the soup. Every last one of them.

Harry grinned widely whilst looking around at them all. It was intoxicating, the excitement of knowing that no matter what the men did now, just a single dose of the formula inside of them was going to make them just like him.