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Post by observer on Mar 7, 2012 1:27:36 GMT -4
Looking around she doesn't see anything at first, but then notices a package of bottled water. She had hoped for some food, however after thinking about it food in a laundry room might not be the best thing.
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Post by roym on Mar 7, 2012 8:58:16 GMT -4
Whelp, Trina never said anything about 'no drinks' and Rhonda helps herself to one of the bottles. It's... alright, though it may or may not help her very much.
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Post by observer on Mar 7, 2012 12:29:45 GMT -4
Waiting a moment to see if the bottle of water would do anything she sees no change in herself. Rhonda finished off her bottle before checking to see the room for the next pair of sheets. The note attatched to it said '217W'. The '2' in the note likely meant the second floor, but the 'W' was a mystery.
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Post by roym on Mar 7, 2012 13:12:32 GMT -4
The time it takes for Rhonda to find the 'W' section on the second floor was surprisingly short, though for her it felt like it took alot longer with her growing hunger pangs. Oh well. She was always skipping breakfast and it never killed her/him before.
Knocking on 217 doesn't get an answer so she opens the door, squinting as it looks as if a strange blacklight or something is washing the room with pale radiance.
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Post by observer on Mar 7, 2012 16:47:46 GMT -4
The beds matress was a bright purple, a bunch of neon colored bras and panties strewn all over it. There were a few other womens clothes laying on the floor of the room as well, some of which seemed to be pretty big. Walking into the room Rhonda noticed some crumbs glowing beneth the black lights glow. On the beds nightstand was a nearly empty plate of food. There was one half eaten finger sandwich and two untouched.
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Post by roym on Mar 7, 2012 16:59:25 GMT -4
Figuring she has to clean up that too, Rhonda changes the bedding and gathers laundry AND the half-eaten food, though she feels somewhat odd under the black lighting and funky neon strewn about. However there's a ton of grease on her hands by the time she's done with the last one and rather than wipe it on the clothes she licks it off her fingers. Delicious, she's shocked to discover... and there are a pair of sandwiches left... She fidgets, struggling in her dilemma...
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Post by observer on Mar 7, 2012 17:05:05 GMT -4
Her stomach grumbles, seeming to be asking for her to fill it. If she finished off the two sandwiches who would really know besides her. As she tries to decide, Rhonda fidgets a bit as her clothes felt like they were clinging to her a bit more.
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Post by roym on Mar 7, 2012 17:07:58 GMT -4
Rhonda groans, "Um, housekeeping?" she asks, looking around the room in what she knows is 99% a futile gesture, but she wants to try anyway... She squirms, not noticing that her dress hem is lifting a little higher and her breasts make a slight squeak rubbing together. "Anyone in here?' she saunters over towards the closet, a bathroom (?) anywhere in the vain hopes of finding someone to just give her permission, all the while her hungry eyes keep darting back to the plate.
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Post by observer on Mar 8, 2012 0:46:05 GMT -4
Openning the door she found it was the bathroom, with a wardrobe next to the tub. How the wardrobe got in there was a mystery, but the empty room told her what she already knew. Looking down at the sandwiches she knew there was no one her to complain about her finishing off the two.
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Post by roym on Mar 8, 2012 6:33:42 GMT -4
The two sandwiches are gone before Rhonda can blink, the guilt-ridden maid scurrying from the room as fast as she can go. Which seems somewhat more sluggish now, but she doesn't notice.
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Post by observer on Mar 8, 2012 18:05:41 GMT -4
Rhonda passes three young woman talking to each other about fashion before they notice her. Her belly is slightly bloated, sticking out a few inches that are noticeable to others. Her breasts went up a cup size, squishing against each other in the stretchy uniform. Her bubble butt showed off her panties some with each hurried step, while her thighs rubbed a bit more against each other. Rhonda was out of sight as the women started giggling, finding the plump maid amusing.
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Post by roym on Mar 11, 2012 18:52:06 GMT -4
Something else must have been in those sandwiches as Rhonda is... somewhat oblivious to the gains.. Even as her gut sweels some and her butt gains inches, she only mechanically tugs at her stretching outfit to allow for the new space as she rounds out. Not (yet) massive, she's just shaping into a more rounded pear body than a lumpy one...
She does notice that it's taking her longer to get the laundry downstairs than before, if not why, and bemoans a dreadful fact: she's getting hungry again...
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Post by observer on Mar 12, 2012 5:17:38 GMT -4
As she made her way to the laundry room to drop off the clothes and get the next clean sheets she passed an open door. A delicious smell wafted from the room, making Rhonda that much hungrier.
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Post by roym on Mar 12, 2012 5:34:24 GMT -4
Rhonda is practically dragged into the room by the smell, her chest wobbling like a giant jello mold.
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Post by observer on Mar 13, 2012 5:10:24 GMT -4
Inside was arather lavished room. There was a large bed that looked like something out of a honeymoon suite, a large wardrobe and dresser against a wall, an open door to a rather big bathroom, and a table for two with two plates of food. One plate had a roast chicken with mashed potatoes and a light sauce. On the other plate was a grilled steak with a baked potatoe and some fries. At the center of the table was a freshly lit candle and an unopen bottle of some kind of wine.
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