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Hannah Meets Hannah - 07
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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 VII
Hammond Hotel of French Lick was beginning to resemble Hammond Hotel of Daven’s Port more and more every day. The staff’s weights became directly proportional to how long they’d been working at the Hotel. A few of the newer maids, footmen, and servers were just a little chunky, but every veteran or senior employee was wearing a uniform with more than a couple X’s on its tag.
Hannah Hammond increased the seamstress’ hours to 4–5 days a week to alter — and in some cases make custom — uniforms for her particularly greedy employees, and more than a few were not far from being issued mobility scooters.
One of these was Suzy, the former waitress Hannah’d installed as the prime–time Candy Shop girl. She’d been given free rein to sample her own merchandise, and the poor woman hadn’t stood a chance. Yeng’s candy was some of the most addictive and tasty in the world, and spending entire shifts with her ever–widening rear plopped in increasingly accommodating Yeng brand chairs, Suzy was eating more candy than she sold. Which of course was Hannah’s intent in assigning the woman there, but when she started to have trouble fitting through the door to get behind the counter, Suzy resigned in a panic.
“Sorry to ask you to do this, love. It’s kind of grunt work for someone with your experience…”
“That’s alright Hanners, I don’t mind helping out. I’m sure I’ll be able to cover most of your emails and things during downtime.”
Even with all the growing Hannah Wilson’s breasts had done, the former hostess would still be swimming in Suzy’s last set of uniform shirts. The ones she had most recently outgrown, however, were just a little loose over Hannah’s mammalian mounds. The extra–wide chair was of course far too vast for ‘little’ Hannah’s pert bottom, which remained as frustratingly tiny and adorable as when the Hannahs first met.
“Only if you want to, Hann, I can manage my own emailing for a few weeks.”
Hannah stood behind her lover as she settled into the chair in the Candy Shop, and patted her on her annoyingly bony shoulders. Hannah’s breasts were now so large they rested on the sales counter, flattening out slightly as they spread just beyond the width of the girl’s shoulders.
“And don’t forget, the Candy Shop Girl gets all the free samples she wants. Especially when she’s so pretty…”
Hannah whispered the last into Hannah’s ear, and kissed the space between her earlobe and shirt collar.
Young Hannah giggled and swatted her girlfriend away.
“Babe, not out here!” Hannah Wilson’s eyes darted around the corridor, finding it blessedly empty.
“Sorry, sorry. You know I have a hard time controlling myself around you… Anyway, have fun, and I’ll see you for lunch?”
“It’s a date.”
The few weeks it was supposed to take to replace Suzy in the Candy Shop turned into nearly two months. Ordinarily, Hannah Hammond would not have let such a promising project as the rapidly ballooning Suzy escape so easily, but when the woman’s letter of resignation crossed her desk all she did was lick her lips at the vision of all that candy making her ‘girlfriend’ finally get fat.
It was not to be, of course. Hannah even monitored Hannah Wilson to make sure she was snacking on the job in the Candy Shop. Whatever compounds YFP put in their products were definitely working— Hannah was scarfing down even more candy than Suzy had been toward the end.
Between the endless flow of candy, excessive breakfasts, extravagant lunches, and opulent dinners, to say nothing of late night treats while the Hannahs cuddled in one of their king sized beds, Hannah Wilson’s breasts were growing larger by the day.
Somewhat wary of repeating her experience last year, Hannah Wilson packed all of her old bras with her when she moved into the hotel. Given her girlfriend’s propensity for pampering, she expected to bump back up a few cup sizes, and wanted to be prepared. While she’d been happy getting back down to a D–cup, a few sizes larger weren’t the end of the world, especially when she was so happy in a relationship that wasn’t centered around her breasts.
However, she’d grown past those ‘few sizes.’
And then a few sizes more.
And a couple after that.
Double checking the suitcase that held them all, Hannah confirmed that she was down to two more sizes until she was wearing the biggest one she’d worn before getting the reduction. Even though her new girlfriend didn’t worship her breasts the way Lacey had, Hannah seemed to be inadvertently helping them grow just as much.
Cracks were starting to show in the crystal palace of her new relationship, and Hannah Wilson was finally starting to pay attention.
***
“Here love, have another piece of pie.”
“I can’t babe, I’m full.”
Hannah Hammond’s hand slipped down to Hannah’s waist, where her trim — but finally a little soft — tummy was only slightly firm. She definitely had room for more.
“Nonsense, I can tell you’re still hungry.”
Hannah Wilson knew she shouldn’t still be hungry. Her eyes had always been bigger than her stomach, but two steaks and an entire bowl of mashed potatoes, not to mention half a pie, should have filled her up, shouldn’t it?
She cut a bite from the pie with her fork and raised it to her mouth.
***
Two of Hannah Hammond’s fingers were deep into Hannah Wilson’s pussy while the thumb and index finger of her other hand plucked a round chocolate from a big heart shaped box. Hannah’s thumb tickled Hannah’s clit and the younger girl’s mouth fell open in a moan.
“—ahn—” “—oomph—”
If the combination of pleasure at both ends of her body wasn’t driving Hannah to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced, she might have tried to get Hannah to stop feeding her while they were making love.
***
“Sorry the replacement is taking so long sweetling. Have you tried any of these fruit rings?”
The ‘fruit’ rings contained no actual fruit, but plenty of sugar. Hannah Wilson upgraded to a larger bra that morning, and her breasts were starting to reach the front edge of the counter that supported them in the Candy Shop.
Hannah checked to see no one was watching, then rested an open bag of fruit rings on the swell of her girlfriend’s left breast.
“T–that’s alright babe,” Young Hannah said with a smile, “I’m happy to cover the shop as long as you need me to.”
Hannah reached over her massive right breast to pluck a fruit ring from the bag.
***
“I’ve heard the new batter we got for the fried chicken is even better than before, what to you think Hann?”
“It’s much —nom— better!”
Hannah Hammond smiled and slid another plate mounded with chicken closer to her girlfriend. Hannah Wilson was seated sideways in the booth so that her breasts could rest in her lap. This gave her unobstructed access to the table, even if she did have to do most of her eating with one hand.
***
“Sometimes I think you’re always suggesting Netflix and chill so you have an excuse to make even more snacks.”
Hannah Wilson was reclined on the couch in her suite. Hannah Hammond surrounded the girl with enough blankets and pillows that her lower body was concealed. Just two massive lap–filling breasts, leaving Hannah Hammond free to imagine the rest.
“Well, if you don’t want more cheese dip…” Hannah threatened as she sprinkled appetite stimulants from a plastic jar labeled “spice blend.”
“I didn’t say that. Just hurry up, you’re about to miss the best part.”
***
Hannah Wilson was starting to wake up most mornings already feeling full. At first she thought it was just the lingering effects of the late night snacking and sex–feeding her girlfriend pushed on her. After the fourth or fifth time it happened, Hannah started to get suspicious.
***
Hannah Hammond sat on the side of Hannah’s bed with a bowl of chocolate pudding laced with weight gain powder in one hand, and a spoon in the other. Hannah Wilson’s jaw was slightly open, and Hannah slipped a spoonful of pudding into her mouth, scraping the spoon against Hannah’s upper lip.
Resting the spoon in the jar, Hannah ran her fingers along Hannah’s neck from jaw to clavicle, until the younger woman swallowed.
Hannah scooped more pudding onto the spoon and brought it back to Hannah’s pink lips.
***
Hannah woke to the feel of Hannah groping her massive left breast as it lay stacked atop the right. The Hannahs were spooning and the older woman had one hand down her panties as the other stroked her lover’s breast and was muttering to herself.
“So big… yes… such a big, hungry girl… getting so fat…”
Young Hannah let her girlfriend finish, but her eyebrows drew together as she pondered this bit of new information.
***
Hannah Wilson sighed as she did up the hooks of the largest bra she’d brought to French Lick. The massive garment had shoulder straps over two inches wide, and the back needed eight hooks to stay closed.
Using both of her thin arms Hannah hefted first one and then the other immense breast into cups the size of IKEA bags. Leaning forward at the waist she let her massive mammaries hang down as she adjusted them in the gigantic undergarment.
She hadn’t needed to use that maneuver more than a few months last time before she scheduled a consultation with a plastic surgeon.
Hannah was already as big as she’d ever been with Lacey, and it was time to make a decision.
