Chapter 5 - the cruel eyes

“Could you speak to Daniel, please?” asked Gill, the lady in charge of the front desk. “I’ve given up!”

Marie rolled her eyes. “What’s he done now?” she asked with a sigh.

“Well, he looks an absolute mess!” Gill began, sounding wound up. “It’s clear that he’s been putting on a few pounds recently. Not that there is anything wrong with that! It happens to us all,” she added, holding her hands up in the air. “But I’ve issued him larger shirts and suggested that he may want to let me know about new work pants. However, he just nods his head and then continues to try and squeeze into those old shirts every day!” she grumbled. “It’s an awful first impression if he’s going to be right there on the front desk!”

Marie chuckled. She’d been rather enjoying the sight of all those pounds flowing onto this dumb guy’s body; straining his shirts and threatening to rip his pants. But, now that Gill had reminded her, she conceded that the hotel did have its reputation to think about.

“Daniel, may I have a word please?” Marie asked half an hour later. She held the door of her office open and waited as the increasingly chubby boy started walking across the lobby.

Gill had not been exaggerating; the guy’s shirt was as tight as possible, with more strain on those buttons than Marie had ever seen before. He came inside and Marie admired him from behind. Those love-handles were remarkably large, with the chubbier butt and thighs looking packed inside his pants, like a sausage inside its skin. Marie found herself having to look away. The way Daniel’s butt was looking right now, reminded her of a lover she’d had some ten years earlier. Chubby men were always so desperate to please her; more than once she had left a club with a guy who had a little too much insulation in his rear.

“No need to sit down,” Marie called out, shutting the office door behind them. “This won’t take long.”

Daniel turned and looked at her blankly. “What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I’ve been reminded today that our hotel has certain standards that need to be upheld,” Marie began. “Now, it’s clear that you have been enjoying your food lately,” she tried, diplomatically. “But if you’ve been given larger shirts to wear, then I’m afraid we do expect you to wear them.”

Somehow, Daniel slipped his hand into one of his extremely tight pockets. “Are you saying I’m getting fat?” he asked, a little rudely.

Unused to being spoken to with such a tone by her staff, Marie raised her eyebrows. “Frankly, Daniel… yes!” she shot back. “Maybe you’d be able to hide that chubby little belly you’re getting if you’d just wear what you’re damn well asked to wear!” She could feel herself getting cross. But then her attention was caught on Daniel’s pocket once more.

With his hand inside it, the young Daniel seemed to be holding something; as if he was trying to subtly keep down a growing boner. In fact, the more Marie thought about it, she realised that that must have been exactly what he was doing.

Raising her eyes up to look Daniel in the face, Marie decided to take a different tone with him. “This often happens with people who come to work here,” she lied, able to speak with her calm voice again. “Guests always put on a pound or two during their stay, so it’s not surprising that some of our live-in staff do too.”

Marie couldn’t help her eyes flicking down. Why was this conversation secretly arousing Daniel? Was he so enamoured by his fat girlfriend that he now enjoyed the extra blubber on himself too? The more Marie thought about that idea, the more sense it made. She’d experienced a fair bit of kink in her time. This horny nineteen year old had been stripped of his girlfriend and left here, all on his own in the hotel; with only a growing belly and his right hand for company. It didn’t seem unreasonable for a guy with feeder tendencies to get off on the idea of getting fat himself. And that was definitely something Marie could work with!

“If you want to stay here…” Marie continued slowly, “…enjoying all of the lovely food we have to offer you; then you will have to toe the line. Do you understand?”

Daniel nodded obediently.

“When you wear that uniform, you work for me. I own you!” she stated with certainty. Her cruel eyes travelled down the increasingly chubby guy’s body. “Every single pound of you!” she grinned.

“Yes, ma'am!” Daniel nodded again. “I’ll go upstairs and change my shirt right away,” he offered, heading straight out of the door.

Marie watched him go, with a little wry smile forming on her face. That went extremely well, she thought to herself. “And change your pants!” she called after the boy, unable to resist twisting that knife in a little more. She threw her office door closed and allowed the full smile to burst through her face. “Off you trot, Fat-Boy!” she whispered quietly, surprised at how aroused she suddenly felt. Maybe Daniel was a little more interesting than she had given him credit for.