This choice: Stay in the hotel room and order room service. • Go Back...Chapter #6Stay in the hotel room and order room service. by: Unknown Luke resolved that he would much rather lie back on the bed and have his food brought to him, so fell to examining the room service phone. He noticed a small card, resting in a slot by the receiver and, pulling it out, noticed a phone number written there. He tapped it into the keypad and waited for someone to pick up.
It had only been ringing for some five seconds, when an attentive male voice rung out:
"Is this Luke from room 22?"
Luke's eyes widened in surprise. That boy could not have been any more than 12 years old.
"Y-Yes it is" stammered Luke. "Erm... May I order room service please?"
"Of course you may," replied the boy, "how may I serve you?"
He thought about it for a moment. He wanted something big, but not so big that he wouldn't be able to finish it; and so he ordered 4 of his favourite chocolate brownies (he'd never failed to finish one of those) and 2 bottles of cola. The boy thanked him for his order and went off to alert the kitchens. Luke lay on his back and waited for roughly 10 minutes, occasionally slapping his belly or feeling his thighs to keep himself entertained, before there were the sounds of a heavily laden trolley clattering down the hallway, and a knock at the door. Luke said excitedly:
"Come in!"
The trolley was being pushed by a tall boy of roughly 12 years old, with hazel eyes, floppy black hair and a handsome face. He was surprisingly skinny for a WG Hotel worker, but it suited him, and Luke couldn't tear his eyes away as he followed the trolley into the room.
However, Luke wasn't only one who was having trouble snatching his eyes away. As the boy had entered the room, he had glanced over to the bed and seen whom laid upon it, he had frozen in his tracks at the boxer-clad Luke. His eyes roved from his chubby-cheeked face framed with blond hair to the small belly protruding on top of his stomach. As he began to look lower, he shook himself and looked down at the carpet, blushing. Grabbing the trolley once more, he pushed it over to the bedside and walked back toward the door quickly, muttering "enjoy."
The room service boy still fresh in his mind, it took Luke a moment to break his reverie, sit up in bed and tuck into the food. The first bite of brownie was heavenly. The richness of the chocolate nearly overwhelmed him, and cream slipped out of the corner of the boy's mouth and down his chin. Within a minute, he had eaten the first brownie. Within another, he had consumed the second. By the third, cream was dripping from his mouth onto his belly and staining his boxers. By the fourth, he had abandoned cutlery and began to shovel the dessert down his ravenous throat. Once all the food was gone, Luke wiped his sticky fingers on his boxers and reached for the bottle of coke. He cracked it open and chugged it down in 2 goes (forced to stop for a breather halfway through).
He lay down once more and smiled dazedly. When he looked down at his body, his belly had expanded so far that he could no longer see his feet. This pleased him greatly, and, burping cutely, he stood up to check himself out in the mirror. He had no new fat yet (no surprises there), but his previously smooth gut had now expanded into a small potbelly. He was also smothered in cream and chocolate sauce, but there was no time to shower now. Night had fallen since he had arrived and his body was yearning to digest the huge amounts of fatty food held in his bloated stomach. Luke shuffled over to the bed, his luscious hair swishing behind him, and was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
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