Chapter 3 - evil intentions

The head-chef, George, had been one hell of a find. It was because of him that this hotel was such a hot destination. Plus, he was very amenable when it came to favours, like the one he was doing for Marie right now.

“I like your work, George!” Marie grinned, watching the front desk from afar as the head chef walked by.

George needed to search in the same direction his boss was looking, before he realised what she meant. “Ah, the young man,” he nodded. “Yes,” he agreed. “Slowly, but surely!”

Daniel’s work shirt was undoubtedly tighter. In only a few weeks, a little thickness had sprouted to his sides, creating small love-handles above his tight belt. Although he wore a tie, there was a definite strain forming on the buttons of Daniel’s shirt when he sat down; not to mention the somewhat obvious increase in mass in his rear, already making his pants look too small for him.

Things were playing out just as Marie had hoped. Good-looking, but not overly tall, Daniel was always going to be an easy target. They were miles from anywhere; if he didn’t like the food, it was tough luck. Plus, junior staff were not allowed access to the leisure facilities. So unless he wanted to start jogging around the grounds, there was little hope of him working off his cute bubble butt anytime soon.

The downside of all this had been that, whatever Daniel was being given to eat, it was making him lazier than usual. He walked around like his stomach was constantly bloated on whatever was secretly hidden in his food; his productivity dropping to an all-time low. Sometimes Marie would see him rubbing his stomach after lunch, grumbling quietly to himself and seemingly uncomfortable. Although the weather was cooler, the boy seemed sweatier; as if his body was working harder to process all of the excess calories it was discretely being pumped with. By the end of a long shift, there was a slight odour to him, with his shirt clinging more to his bloating physique.

If this had been happening to anyone else, it might have seemed like a terrible shame; a waste of such a good-looking boy. But this was Daniel, and he’d had it coming. After all, the nineteen year old had only gained the same amount that he had probably put on to Chelsea last summer. And so, if his underwear were starting to pinch him; so what? This was all justice. The kinky little freak was getting what he deserved.

“I take it you’re happy with the little extra I’ve been putting in your paycheque for this?” Marie asked quietly.

“Very much so,” George nodded. “Very generous of you!”

“Good,” Marie nodded back, holding another fifty out to the older man. “My step daughter is back for the holidays in a few weeks. Let’s see if we can’t speed things up a little, eh?”

George took the note and looked around. “I’ll see what I can do, madam.”