"Very well then," said the manager, rummaging under his desk and pulling out a key, "Room 22 it is then. Just up the stairs. You'll find a change of clothes in the closet which should be a better fit for you once you start gaining, and by the bed there's a room service phone, so you won't have to go hungry if you can't make it to the restaurant." He passed the key over to the waiting Luke and made to add him into the hotel's logbook.
Luke ran up the stairs excitedly, turned a corner into a corridor and came up to the door of room 22. He unlocked the door hastily and burst inside. The room was luxuriously decorated with pristine white walls and a king size bed with soft, cream coloured covers and a phone lying in its receiver on the fine leather headboard. On one side of the room was a huge balcony with beautiful and farreaching views of the surrounding countryside, and on the other was a sideboard with a massive TV rigged up to as many game systems and channels as one could wish for along with a large closet with full length mirror hanging beside. Once Luke had taken in the many wonders of the hotel, he walked over to the closet and opened the door. Inside were many copies of the exact outfit he was wearing (white t-shirt, blue jeans) but various sizes larger. From an outfit a single size up from the one he was currently sporting up to what Luke could of sworn was the clothes of a grown man.
Luke decided he would rather change now, than end up busting his clothes later and so began undressing. He ripped his shirt off and placed it on the bed, revealing the slightly chubby chest and smooth, roundish stomach beneath. He gave it a quick jiggle but wasn't satisfied by it and resolved to eat as much food as possible going forward. Luke then pulled his pants down to his knees and stepped out of them, leaving him in his white boxers. He walked over to the mirror, enjoying the way his thighs rippled as he did so, and looked at himself. He definitely had some chub there, but there was also room for improvement. He jumped up and down, taking pleasure in the way his fat made his belly and ass wobble. He felt exhilarated. Never before had he got the chance to fulfil his dream of piling on the pounds, but now though, not only was it a reality, but he hardly had to lift a finger to get what he desired.
And that made him wonder: Why should he bother to dress up and head down to the restaurant to fatten up, when there was a perfectly useable room service phone hung up next to him that would not only bring him as much food as he desired, but allow him to lounge around his room without fear of popping buttons hanging on its receiver right beside him?
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