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Hannah Meets Hannah - 06
🕑 Added 2023-01-14 14:00:04 +0000 UTCHannah Hammond, Dakota, Piper, and Yeng belong to: Bobo the Hobo
Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Feeding
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Chapter VI
Now that sheâd obtained full managerial control of the Hammond Hotel of French Lick, Hannah Hammond was finally able to make more drastic changes. In a rare moment of selfâcontrol, she waited a few weeks to let the staff get used to her presence as Hotel Manager. Though sheâd not been away from Indiana very long, she was now their official boss, instead of a random forceâofânature whoâd swooped in and made their jobs a little more pleasurable, and their waistlines a little more luxuriant.
Annoyingly, the budget of the remote Midwestern Hotel was very tight, so Hannahâs first order of business was to allocate more resources from the home office. Unfortunately that involved siphoning some of the budget from her old Davenâs Port branch, but she was confident Dakota could manage things with a tighter belt.
Speaking of tighter belts, Hannah Hammond issued every employee a swipe card that gave them anything from the new vending machines absolutely free. She instituted a 50% discount at the restaurant for every employee, and continued to hand out meal vouchers at every possible opportunity. She made sure that each employee whose job involved a desk or table was issued comfortable Yeng branded chairs to sit in unless they absolutely had to be standing or moving. A partâtime seamstress was added to the Hotel roster to make sure Hannahâs growing staff were always presentably clothed.
The biggest change, one that nearly resulted in Mrs Hibertâs firing â before Hannah bribed the old battleâaxe into compliance â was putting the old spring water exhibit into storage and repurposing the alcove as the Hotelâs permanent Candy Shop.
Now that she was the official manager â with direct authority over Ms Trimble â Hannah Hammond and her âfriendâ were able to share lunch every day.
âDo you want the rest of my fries Hann? Iâm stuffed.â
For all her talk of diets and selfâcontrol, it took surprisingly little encouragement to get the pneumatic hostess to overâindulge.
Hannah Hammond watched Hannah Wilson eat, and then affected a tender voice.
âHannah, I want to ask you something.â
ââchompâ hmm?â
Young Hannahâs eyes became dark green circles of apprehension at Hannah Hammondâs tone.
âWould you like to⊠be my assistant?â
Now her eyes were wide with shock.
ââcoughâ Your assistant? I donât know if Iâm qualified for thatâŠâ
âNonsense. Itâs just answering emails and calls, and a little scheduling. Iâm sure you can handle it.â
âI guess if you think soâŠâ
âI wouldnât have asked if I didnât think you could do it, would I?â
âArenât you worried that people will⊠talk?â
Hannah Hammond snorted. âDid Mister Wise ever hire or promote one of his friends?â
âI guessâŠâ
âSo whatâs the difference if I do it?â
âNone, I supposeâŠâ Hannah Wilsonâs frown was fading into a smile.
âSo youâll do it?â
âIâd love to.â She beamed.
âGreat!â
Hannah Wilson sighed and forked a few more French fries, dipping them in ketchup.
âYou know,â she began in a whisper, glancing around the room to make sure no one was listening, âI thought maybe you were gonna ask me to move in with you or something.â
Hannah Hammondâs eyes sparkled mischievously.
âWell, funny you should say thatâŠâ
***
Hannah Wilson spun slowly, taking in the luxuriously appointed Hotel suite.
âI canât live here!â
âWhat, you want to pay rent and keep spending hours a day commuting back and forth? Not to mention fuel pricesâŠâ
âBut⊠I mean⊠you could be putting guests in this roomâŠâ
âDarling, you know as well as I do that we never fill the rooms in this Hotel. This suite would be sitting empty most of the month anyway.â
âI guessâŠâ
âPlus, I want to have you near in case I need my assistant at odd hours.â
âThat makes senseâŠâ
Hannah Hammond stepped in close to the younger girl, her modest breasts pressing into the tops of Hannahâs plump Jâcups. Her voice pitched soft and sultry as she added,
âAnd if the lost revenue bothers you so much, we could always share a suiteâŠâ
Hannah was rewarded with her girlfriendâs beaming grin, straight white teeth shining as Hannah Wilson threw her arms around her neck and stood on her toes to kiss her.
âWe better not go that far.â Hannah Wilson said. âIâd hate for you to get in trouble for grooming one of your employees.â
âIâll groom you.â Hannah Hammond growled, pulling the younger womanâs body against her own and sliding her tongue between her lips.
***
Weeks passed in giddy, earlyârelationship bliss. Hannah Wilson would often catch herself daydreaming at her desk just outside the managerâs office. Hannah Hammond was so confident, so powerful. An experienced manager of a Hotel brand as classy as this one, with all its complex systems and processes, all the delicate egos involvedâŠ
Young Hannah tried hard not to get carried away feeling honored that someone like Hannah Hammond, who could clearly have any partner she wanted. She clearly had excellent breeding and followed beauty routines reserved for the very wealthy. That someone like Hannah Hammond would want to be with herâŠ
She reminded herself that she was pretty too, in her own way. Sheâd been told so by many people. Sheâd caught wives and girlfriends elbowing their partners when they caught them staring at her back when she was working as a hostess. True, it seemed to happen more often as her breasts had grown from âkinda bigâ to âunnaturally huge,â but by then she was getting gawking stares from people of all genders.
By contrast, Hannah Hammond didnât seem interested in her breasts at all. In some ways she was the complete opposite of Lacey. There were some physical differences of course; Lacey was more âgirlânextâdoorâ pretty compared to Hannahâs refined beauty. But Hannah Hammond also seemed somehow more mature, even though she was still a year or two younger than Lacey. More in control of herself and her emotions. Maybe Hannah Wilson was just remembering Lacey in their last weeks together, how upset sheâd been over Hannahâs secret surgery.
Regardless, it was nice to be with someone who cared about more than just her breasts. Even if she was a little weird about food⊠At least unlike with Lacey, Hannah knew that Hannah wasnât feeding her to make her breasts grow. For one, Hannah didnât even know about her condition. And for another, even after she started sneaking into her room late at night, Hannah paid almost no attention to her growing glands.
***
âYou know âmmmââ
Hannah Hammond heard her partnerâs voice above her head as she worked Hannahâs lower regions over with a wellâpracticed tongue.
Hannah popped her head up, suppressing her disgust at the feel of Hannah Wilsonâs skinny legs. She clutched one thigh just above the knee in each hand for maximum leverage. Her fingers reached over halfway around the girlâs damn legs!
âWhat is it, sweetling?â
Hannah Wilson was panting as if sheâd just sprinted up several flights of stairs.
âI know âhaaâ you said you donât care âhuffâ about my breastsâŠâ
Hannah spared a glance for the offensive orbs that seemed to be soaking up every spare calorie she shoved into the girl. They were tight and firm, sitting proudly on her ribcage like the freshly grown breasts of a teenager. Hannah Wilsonâs breasts had grown so big so fast that her skin hadnât had time to stretch or sag.
âWellâŠâ The girl seemed shy now, or maybe coy. Hannah Hammond had patience for neither.
âWell? Donât clam up on me how Hann, youâve got something to say, say it.â
âYou donât âermâ hate them, do you?â
Hannah wasnât sure herself whether she hated them.
âOf course not sweet one.â
âYou donât think theyâre⊠too big?â
The words âtoo bigâ were never part of Hannah Hammondâs dictionary.
âTheyâre yours, babe. I could never hate any part of you, big or small.â
Hannah proved her words by reaching down to squeeze Hannah Wilsonâs tight little booty.
Hannah smiled again, that smile that so often threatened to break through Hannah Hammondâs broken psyche and make her feel.
âWell⊠could you maybe⊠touch them some more?â
Hannah dropped Hannahâs legs and scooted a little further up on the bed.
âYou want me to touch them? Like this?â
Hannah reached out and flicked one of Hannahâs nipples.
ââAHNâ Gently, gently please.â
âGoodness, youâre sensitive up here, arenât you?â
Hannah pressed her palm to one of Hannahâs basketball sized breasts, and a familiar set of neurons fired in her brain. Hannah reached her free hand down to slide one, and then a second finger into Hannahâs damp pussy, closing her eyes as her hand squeezed and fondled the fatty orb. In her mindâs eye it became every part of her young loverâs body. Thighs, ass, love handles, pillarâlike legs, and hamâhock armsâŠ
As she brought the darkâhaired girl nearer to the edge, Hannah Hammond felt a small hand slip under her panties and bring her to her own peak. As the younger girl shuddered with her climax, Hannah brought her other hand up to take the unoccupied breast, pressing her face into the valley and feeling fatty flesh in both hands and surrounding her face as the wave of her second orgasm washed over her.
***
Hannah Hammond fell back on an old trick. One she hadnât needed since partnering with YFP. The snacks and food that Yeng sold were so popular Hannah wondered whether they werenât already dosed with some kind of nonâFDAâapproved additives.
Regardless, Hannah sprinkled appetite stimulant powder into the pan as she scrambled eggs for her stillâsleeping girlfriend. When sheâd first met the busty girl, Hannah Hammond thought she wouldnât need to resort to such crude methods. Her girlfriend had a very healthy appetite for someone her size. Hannah wondered if sheâd been an athlete as a teenager. Either way it wasnât enough. Hannah Wilson needed to get fatter, and to get fatter she needed to eat even more. And the best way for Hannah to get her girlfriend to eat more without raising suspicion was to make her hungrier.
âHey, sorry I overslept.â
âThatâs alright my dear.â
âHave you been up long?â
âNot too long, and breakfast is almost ready.â
Hannah slid a mug with more sugar and cream than coffee onto the bar counter were Hannah was climbing into a stool.
âYou should let me cook for you sometime.â
âIf you really want, but you know I love doing it.â
âFair enough.â
Hannah Wilson inhaled the dosed eggs at her normal ravenous pace, and when her plate was almost clean Hannah scooped more onto it. By the time she was finished, Young Hannah had eaten a dozen eggs, one bite at a time.
Hannah Hammond walked around to stand beside her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her frustratingly narrow back to rest on the edge of her bloated tummy and plop a wet kiss on her cheek.
âI should sneak out before someone catches me, but did you get enough to eat baby? You want some more?â
âIâm stuffed Hann, but it was great. You know I love your cooking.â
Hannah decided it was time for the kill shot.
âThanks babe, I love you.â
Young Hannahâs pupils dilated and wetness formed on her lower eyelids.
âI love you too Hannah!â
Hannah felt her loverâs big fat breasts press into her torso as they embraced, lips meeting in a long makeâout that involved quite a lot of tongue.
They were interrupted by a loud âgworbleâ from young Hannahâs middle.
Hannah put a hand to her stomach and blushed.
âI guess I have room for a little moreâŠâ
Hannah Hammondâs eyes lit up and her grin seemed almost predatory.
âRight away my love.â
