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Hannah Hammond, Dakota, Piper, and Yeng belong to: Bobo the Hobo

Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Feeding

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Chapter VIII

Irene Jones–Carter strode through the large entryway of the Hammond Hotel of French Lick. Taking a perfunctory glance around the lobby she was not pleased with what she saw. Certainly obesity statistics were high in the American South and Midwest, but this was ridiculous. From the doormen to the concierge to the groundskeepers she’d seen outside, not a single one was not so grossly overweight that it impeded their job performance. Excepting perhaps the concierge himself, having the least physical job, but even that was a generous judgment.

And Miss Jones–Carter was not accustomed to having her judgment questioned. She would have to do some investigating before she revealed herself.

“I’d like a room, please.”

***

The Hannahs were in Hannah Wilson’s suite having breakfast. Hannah Hammond’s email inbox could wait.

“Here you go baby, have some more waffles…”

Hannah Wilson opened her mouth to refuse, but found it filled with carbs and maple syrup.

“No backtalk now, let me take care of you. I know you’re upset about getting stuck in that tiny doorway.”

“Hannah it was a normal doorw– —hompf—"

“Nonsense… that old mineral water shop has the tiniest door. That’s why poor Suzy had to resign.”

“Suzy quit because she got too f– —om—"

“Never mind about Suzy. Okay, last bite…”

Hannah scooped up the last bit of waffle, smeared every drop of syrup off the plate, and shoved it into Hannah’s mouth.

The younger woman rested her arms on her medicine ball sized breasts as she chewed and swallowed.

“Hannah, we need to talk.”

“Okay baby, we can talk a little later, I have to get to work now. You just lie back and rest up, no need to exert yourself. Just enjoy your break…”

Hannah eyed up her young girlfriend hungrily, and slipped out the door.

Hannah sighed at the empty hotel suite, reaching under her immense breasts to rub her bloated stomach.

***

Irene sat in the Hotel restaurant picking at her food. The portion sizes were ridiculous. Considering the menu prices, it was no wonder this branch was hemorrhaging money. This branch was never a massive earner like their locations in Aspen or Orlando, but the profit margins at French Lick had plummeted from ‘small’ to ‘far into the red’ in the short time since her boss’s daughter had staged her little takeover.

Ms Jones–Carter flagged down her server, Marc, and tried not to gape as the man’s slacks dug into his blubber gut as he waddled over to her table.

“I’d like a box for this, please.”

“Right away —huff— Ma’am.”

The boy was out of breath just from walking! How could he possibly keep up with a waiter’s job?

***

Hannah Hammond went on her rounds, complimenting her staff and handing out meal vouchers, unaware that she was being watched. Irene scribbled notes in a notepad, unaware the she too was being observed.

Mrs Hibert was one of the few on staff at Hammond Hotel of French Lick who proved herself resistant to Hannah Hammond’s influence. While she knew Hannah was playing the Hotel like a violin, she did not approve of the kind of subterfuge she watched the uptight, judgmental Irene Jones–Carter performing over the past few days.

“Miss Hammond, a moment?”

“Yes Missus Hibert?”

“We’re being watched, Miss.”

“What? Do we have a Hotel conspiracy?” Hannah laughed.

The older woman scowled at her boss’s flippant response for a split second, before making her face an emotionless mask of propriety.

“There is a woman seated in the promenade above, she is likely watching us as we speak. She’s a guest at the Hotel and her name is Irene Jones–Carter.”

Hannah Hammond grimaced before she could stop herself.

“The name is familiar to you. Who is she?”

“She works for my father. Thank you for bringing this to my attention Missus Hibert, here.”

“Keep your meal vouchers Miss Hammond, you know I don’t eat at the restaurant.”

Hannah sighed. “Very well. Thank you again Missus Hibert.”

Hannah Hammond stalked up the stairs to her own suite, fuming. Irene Jones–Carter was one of her daddy’s ‘fixers.’ If she was here that meant only one thing; her jig was up.

***

Hannah Hammond carried three clamshells of takeout from the Hotel restaurant for her girlfriend’s lunch, but she was distracted. As Hannah took the empty second container and grabbed the first, Hannah Wilson put a hand on her arm.

“Hannah can we talk now?”

“You don’t want to finish lunch first?”

Young Hannah suspected her best chance to hold Hannah’s attention was mid–meal.

“Let’s talk and then we can finish.”

Hannah Wilson caught the annoyance on Hannah Hammond’s face before she recovered her smile. She’d never questioned Hannah’s feelings for her more.

“Alright, well, as you can tell, I’m getting kinda big…”

Hannah ran a hand along each massive breast as they rested in her lap.

“I suppose so. I did tell you that I love you, and don’t care what size you are, right?”

“You did. But here’s the thing; I care.”

“Okay… are you saying you don’t like being busty?”

“There’s a difference between ‘busty’ and … all this.”

Hannah Wilson gestured at the pair of beanbag chairs hanging from her ribcage.

“Okay…”

Despite herself, Hannah Hammond was already popping open the third clamshell.

“Damnit, enough food, Hannah! I’m getting too big!”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“You don’t? How can you possibly not understand!?”

Hannah Hammond was speechless.

“You’re making me blow up just like Lacey did!”

“What… blow up?” Hannah’s tone sounded legitimately confused.

“Don’t bullshit me Hannah! I know I’ve never told you about this, but you must know. You must have figured it out!”

“Figured what out?” Hannah was annoyed now, she had enough to deal with today without her favorite project playing mind games with her.

“Hannah. I only gain weight in my breasts. You’ve been practically shoving food down my throat, and I’m bigger than I’ve ever been! I went along with it for awhile because it felt good to be pampered and cared for, but I got stuck in a door for chrissake!”

Hannah Hammond’s mind was reeling.

“Baby, you can’t… that’s not…”

She felt the room starting to spin.

“I mean… people gain weight differently, but not that different…”

“Yeah well I do. At least I will for another year or so. It happens to all the women in my family.”

Hannah Hammond’s face lit up. She was so caught off–guard that she spoke without thinking.

“So you will start getting fat eventually? I knew it!”

“Get out.”

Hannah Wilson was climbing out of bed now, green eyes blazing.

“Baby wait, I can explain…”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. Out. Now.”

At that moment Hannah Hammond’s phone rang. It was Mrs Hibert. The floor manager never called her unless it was truly urgent.

“What is it Miss Hibert? She did, eh? In my office? Alright I’ll be right there.”

Hannah ended the call, then turned to see Young Hannah pulling clothes from her dresser.

“I have to go handle something Hann. Please don’t do anything rash until I get back. We can work this out.”

Hannah continued emptying the drawers wordlessly, tossing clothes on the bed.

***

“Miss Hammond, I’m Irene Jone–"

“I know who you are Miss Jones–Carter. How can I help you?”

“I think you know why I’m here Miss Hammond. Your father sent me to find out why his formerly profitable hotel is bleeding.”

“We’re in a transition phase Miss Jones, once the new systems are fully integrated, things will get back to normal. According to my projections French Lick will be more profitable than ever within six to twelve months!”

“Pardon my French, Miss Hammond, but don’t bullshit me. The company tolerated your antics in Daven’s Port because the hotel stayed profitable, but now even that branch is dangerously in the red as well. We cannot fathom why you are here in the Midwest spending money like a lottery winner, but I’ll be taking over as provisional manager until a suitable replacement can be found.”

Hannah’s professional veneer shattered into outrage.

“You can’t do that, do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do, Miss Hammond. You should consider yourself fortunate that the final decision still rests with your father and not with me.”

Hannah fixed the older woman with an imperious glare, but it was like staring down a brick wall.

“Were it up to me, you’d be out of the hotel management business for good. Unfortunately it’s not. You are to return to Daven’s Port, and take over operations from your former assistant. Despite your assurances to Mister Hammond, she is not qualified to be running that branch.”

Hannah’s rage turned to desperation.

“You can’t do this to me. I still have work to do here–"

“The decision has been made. If you wish to discuss it further you’ll have to do so with Mister Hammond.”

Hannah felt her world collapsing around her, she opened and closed her mouth several times but no words came out.

“You have until the end of the week to clear your things out of this room and both of the executive suites you’ve been using for god knows what, and then we want you out of Indiana. Or out of this Hotel at any rate.”

The zealous fixer strode out of Hannah’s former office with an air of finality, leaving Hannah to slump into her chair, stunned.

***

As Hannah Hammond returned to her girlfriend’s suite, she passed several portly footman carrying suitcases. Entering the room she saw Hannah Wilson fully clothed in jeans, and a tent–like tee shirt that stretched like a second skin over her enormous breasts. Hannah could see that her girlfriend was squeezed into her largest bra, which was several sizes too small, the flesh of her feminine abundance bulged out of the massive cups creating two gigantic swells of ‘quad boob.’ She couldn’t help but imagine the potential of the lovely brunette’s prodigious appetite once the girl finally started gaining weight everywhere.

“You’re not leaving me, are you?”

“Yes Hannah. I’m going home.”

“Please don’t go, I can’t lose you too!”

“Too?”

“Oh Hannah, they’re taking the Hotel away from me, I have to go back to North Carolina.”

“Well…” Hannah Wilson spared a moment of empathy for her captor. “It sounds like that’s where you belong.”

“You could come with me! It’s beautiful there, you’d love it!”

“No Hannah. I’m going back home and finishing school. I can’t believe I’ve been so blind.”

“What…”

“All that time I thought Lacey was just with me for my breasts, but you turned out to be even worse!”

“I…”

“You’ve been trying to make me fat this whole time!”

“But…”

“Don’t deny it! You’ve been doing it to everyone! I can’t believe I didn’t notice everyone getting fatter since you showed up? With your vending machines and your meal tickets… I think you need help, Hannah.”

Something in Hannah Hammond snapped then, and she advanced on Hannah Wilson.

“How dare you talk to me like that!? You greedy little twit! You think you can just walk out on me after all I’ve done for you?! You’re mine and I will not let you just up and leave. You belong to me!”

Hannah Wilson pirouetted improbably on her small feet and narrow frame, sending her prodigious breasts careening in a wide arc to slam into the slightly curvy, slightly taller, but considerably lighter woman, sending her flying.

Hannah Hammond flew across the room and slammed into the wall. She was unhurt but saw stars for several minutes.

When her vision cleared, Hannah Wilson was gone.

***

Epilogue

Dakota Johnson was worried about her boss. Hannah Hammond was changed by her time in the Midwest. She’d come back to Daven’s Port and relieved Dakota of the manager’s position, to her great relief, and Hotel operation was returning to normal.

But now Hannah wandered around the Hotel in a kind of trance. She was still up to her usual tricks, passing out coupons and encouraging Dakota to have second and third helpings, but she always seemed distracted. Like her mind was elsewhere.

Also, she’d started putting on weight.

Dakota had always known Hannah to be a little curvy, but she guessed her boss put on around 50 pounds since returning from French Lick. One day Dakota heard noises coming from Hannah’s office after working hours, and she cracked the door open slightly.

She heard the sounds of greedy chewing and gulping, and Hannah’s voice.

“That’s it Hannah, just a few more bites to go… such a good, healthy appetite you have…”

Dakota knew Hannah was alone in her office, so she soundlessly pulled the door closed.

***

Hannah Wilson held the steering wheel of her car awkwardly around her breasts, they pressed against the wheel despite the seat being slid back as far as it would go. Before starting the car she felt a buzzing in her bra and pulled out her phone.

Hannah, I don’t know where you went or what happened, but I hope you’re safe wherever you are.

I don’t really want to do this over text, but you won’t answer my calls so I’ll try my best.

I love you. Not your body or your breasts or anything else but you. I was mad because you went and got dangerous surgery without even talking to me about it. Of course it’s your choice, but I thought we were a team. I know I said some terrible things, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know that.

Please be safe. Love, Lacey.

Hannah contemplated her ex’s words for several long moments. She locked the screen, leaving the message on read.