My room was completely different when I woke up. My bed was twice the size, the sheets soft, luxurious, and there was a hundred-inch TV on my wall, the remote control by my side, next to a bowl loaded with chocolates. Portraits of sexy nudes decorated the rest of the room, a rich, thick dressing gown laid out on a chair next to my bed. The door, now a double door, opened to reveal Susan and Lisa, totally changed from the night before. Both were wearing lacy bustiers, each struggling to restrain their melon-sized breasts, jiggling with every step they took. They moved to either side of the bed, long blonde hair running over their shoulders.
“Sorry we’re a little behind,” Susan said, “but breakfast is served.”
The door opened again, and this time two sexy brunettes wearing maid’s uniforms walked inside, each pushing a tray loaded with food, towers of pancakes drowning in syrup, waffles drenched in cream, a mountain of soft, juicy bacon with a ring of fat-oozing sausages around the outside to hold it in, an entire loaf, toasted, smothered in butter and jelly, and a huge jug of frothy beer to wash it down with. The maids carefully navigated the room to place it within reach, while Susan and Lisa slid into position on the bed, Susan starting to rub my soft, luxurious belly, Lisa kissing my on the cheek, the maids hastening to serve me my breakfast.
“Are you ready, Master?” the nearest asked. At my nod, they began to feed me, my only role to take huge bites of the food they brought to my mouth while I enjoyed the loving massage I was receiving. Mouthful after mouthful went down, alternating between pancakes and bacon, juicy sausages shoved inside, sending fat running down my double chin onto my pyjamas, one of the maids hastening to wipe my face after the more gluttonous bites. Another maid jiggled into the room, this one with a tray of donuts, two dozen, and she knelt by the side of the bed, giving me a good view of her heaving breasts as she started to stuff them inside in between mouthfuls of waffle and toast.
Slowly, the mountain of food began to fall, my belly swelling as it was transferred into my mouth. The nearest maid threw me a soft smile, shovelling a spoonful of waffle into my mouth, and with a loud report, two of the buttons gave out on my pyjamas, exposing my flabby stomach, Susan instantly moving to plant a huge kiss on it before continuing her sensual massage. Finally, the last mouthful was gone, and the maids quickly cleaned my face, licking it clean before wiping the last of the debris away. I lay back, panting for breath as the tables were pulled away, Susan and Lisa moving to my side, each rubbing my belly with a single hand.
“Don’t forget,” Susan said, “You have your full-body massage in an hour, and the cheer-strippers will be performing for you after lunch.” She glanced at the maids, the three beauties lined up by the door, breathing in and out in unison, their heaving bosoms rising and falling, “Should I send them back to their duties, or do you have something else in mind?”
I looked at the ring again, and smiled, saying, “I think I can think of something for them to do…”
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