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[Story] Room for Growth

Published: December 2nd 2024, 1:00:11 pm

Hi Hi ✨

Starting December with a story inspired by TetsuGTS's Dream Resort comic , but without all the backstory! Ever wondered what it'd be like to choose how tall the hotel staff grows? 😅 Got lots planned for this month, but always looking for ideas - want to see any stories continued? Maybe explore more of this hotel concept? Or something completely different?

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Room for Growth

"For the last bloody time, I don't care about the delay compensation! I just need a hotel for tonight!" Ethan rubbed his temples as he paced outside Paddington Station, phone pressed against his ear. "No, I'm not filling out a... you know what? Never mind. Good night."

He ended the call with more force than necessary, shoving his phone into his coat pocket. The late autumn wind whipped around him, carrying the last remnants of rush hour traffic noise. His overnight bag felt heavier by the minute, and the tablet with tomorrow's presentation materials seemed to mock him from inside his briefcase.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant," he muttered, pulling up his map app. "Delayed train, missed hotel reservation, and now..." He squinted at the screen. "Every bloody hotel within walking distance is full?"

As if sensing his desperation, a neon sign caught his eye from across the street. "The Perfect Fit Hotel" glowed in soft purple letters against the darkening sky. Below it, a smaller sign proclaimed "Vacancies."

"Well, beggars can't be choosers," Ethan sighed, checking both ways before jogging across the street.

The hotel's entrance was surprisingly elegant for a last-minute find. Glass doors slid open silently, revealing a lobby that made Ethan pause mid-step. The ceiling soared at least twenty feet high, and the furniture seemed... off somehow. The sleek modern chairs looked normal at first glance, but they were definitely larger than standard. The reception desk itself was tall enough that he had to look up slightly to see over it.

"Must be a design choice," he mumbled to himself, approaching the desk. "Very... avant-garde."

A cheerful receptionist smiled down at him - she must have been standing on a platform behind the desk, he figured. "Welcome to The Perfect Fit! How may we accommodate you tonight?"

"Hi, yes, I need a room for tonight. Just one night." Ethan stifled a yawn. "Sorry, long day."

"Of course, sir! We specialize in ensuring everyone finds their perfect fit." She winked at him, though he was too tired to notice the implication. "Now, let me ask you a few questions to ensure we meet all your needs. Firstly, what size would you prefer? We offer L, XL, and XXL options."

Ethan blinked, looking around at the oversized lobby. "Er, well... I suppose XL or XXL? I mean, might as well be comfortable, right? Company's paying anyway." He chuckled weakly.

The receptionist's smile widened. "Excellent choice! And would you prefer a rapid or gradual experience?"

"Sorry?"

"The, ah, transition to your room. Some guests prefer to take it slow, others like to dive right in."

Ethan shrugged. "Gradual, I guess? I'm quite tired, so..."

"Perfect! Now, about our additional amenities..." She gestured to what appeared to be an abstract art piece on the wall - a series of lines and measurements that Ethan's tired brain couldn't quite process. "Do you have any specific preferences?"

"Just... whatever's standard is fine. Though..." He glanced at his company credit card. "Actually, might as well go for the full package. When in Rome, right?"

The receptionist's eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement. "Oh, absolutely sir! One final question - do you have any ceiling preferences?"

Ethan stared at her blankly. "Ceiling preferences?"

"Yes, some guests prefer more... vertical space."

"Oh, right. Modern architecture and all that." He waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever comes with the XXL is fine."

"Splendid! Now, let me just input your selections..." Her fingers flew across the keyboard. "Oh! And would you like our complimentary companion service?"

"Companion service?" Ethan frowned. "Like... room service?"

"Something like that. Each room comes with a personal companion to ensure your complete comfort during your stay. It's included in the package you've selected."

Ethan considered declining - he really just wanted to sleep - but his ingrained British politeness kicked in. "Oh, well, if it's included... sure, why not?"

The receptionist beamed. "Wonderful! Your companion will meet you in your room shortly. Now, how will you be paying?"

As Ethan handed over his company card, his tired mind registered a few odd things about the lobby. A woman in business attire who had to duck significantly to exit through the front doors. A bellhop carrying what looked like an impossible amount of luggage with ease. The fact that every piece of furniture seemed to be reinforced with subtle but serious-looking metal supports.

But he was too exhausted to piece it together. The receptionist handed him his card and a room key, directing him to the elevators. "Room 1214, sir. Your companion will arrive once you've had a chance to settle in. Her name is Cinnamon."

"Cinnamon?" Ethan's brow furrowed. "That's an... interesting name for hotel staff."

The receptionist's smile turned somewhat cryptic. "We find that many guests prefer our companions to use professional names. Adds to the experience."

"Right... well, thank you." Ethan gathered his bags, heading for the elevator. As the doors closed behind him, he heard the receptionist speaking quietly into her phone.

"Cinnamon? Your 1214 is all set. XXL package, gradual transition, full amenities. Though..." She chuckled. "I don't think he quite realizes what he's ordered."

The elevator doors closed before Ethan could hear more, leaving him alone with his confusion and exhaustion. As he ascended to the twelfth floor, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something obvious. But surely it was just an unusually designed hotel with some odd service preferences.

Wasn't it?

Room 1214 was, as advertised, enormous. Ethan stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the cavernous space. The ceiling had to be at least fifteen feet high, and the furniture... well, everything seemed built for giants. The bed alone could have comfortably slept four people.

"Bit excessive for one person," he muttered, dropping his bags by a sofa that seemed more suited to a basketball team's lounge than a hotel room.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted his observations. "Room service!"

"Already?" Ethan opened the door to find a young woman with a warm smile and auburn hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She was dressed in smart business casual attire - black slacks and a white blouse that seemed oddly loose on her petite frame.

"Good evening! I'm Cinnamon, your companion for the night." She stepped in with practiced grace. "I see you've selected our XXL package with gradual transition?"

"Er, yes?" Ethan watched as she set down a small duffel bag near the wardrobe. "Though I'm not entirely sure what that means. The receptionist was a bit vague."

Cinnamon's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh? Well, don't worry, we'll take it nice and slow." She glanced at her watch. "Should be starting any minute now, actually."

"Starting? What's star-" Ethan's question cut off as he noticed something odd. Was Cinnamon... getting taller?

The change was subtle at first. She seemed to be slowly rising, as if standing on an invisible platform. But no - her whole body was lengthening, stretching upward inch by inch. Her loose blouse began to fit more snugly as her torso expanded.

"I, uh..." Ethan blinked hard. "I must be more tired than I thought."

Cinnamon laughed, a warm, melodious sound. "Oh, you're playing it so well! The confused client act is always fun." She rolled her shoulders as her frame continued to expand, now nearly matching Ethan's height. "Though most guests usually drop the pretense once the growth starts."

"Growth? What growth?" Ethan stumbled back slightly as Cinnamon continued to rise, now definitely taller than him. Her slacks were starting to ride up her ankles, and her blouse was becoming noticeably strained.

"Oh, you are committed to the role!" She grinned down at him - she had to be at least six feet tall now. "Most clients just tell me how they want me to grow, but this is much more entertaining."

Ethan watched in fascinated horror as she continued to expand. The buttons of her blouse strained as her chest and shoulders broadened, her arms filling out the formerly loose sleeves. Her slacks now looked painted on, defining increasingly powerful legs.

"I should probably change before these clothes give up entirely," Cinnamon mused, now towering at what must have been six and a half feet. She reached for her duffel bag, movements casual despite her continuing growth. "Do you mind?"

"I, uh... here!" Ethan shrugged off his suit jacket, offering it to her with a shaking hand. "Your clothes seem a bit..."

Cinnamon laughed again, the sound richer and deeper as her chest expanded. "That's sweet, but I don't think your jacket would fit me for more than a minute. Besides..." She pulled out what looked like workout wear from her bag. "I came prepared."

She stepped into the bathroom, now having to duck slightly through the door frame. Ethan could hear fabric stretching and light grunting as she changed.

"I must say," her voice called out, "you're really selling the shocked newcomer angle. Most clients who order the XXL package are quite... eager about it."

"Package?" Ethan's mind raced. "Wait, when they asked about size, they didn't mean the room?"

Cinnamon emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in stretchy athletic wear that accommodated her still-growing frame. She had to be approaching seven feet now, her head nearly brushing the bathroom doorframe.

"Of course they didn't mean the..." Her eyes widened. "Oh my god. You really didn't know?"

Ethan shook his head mutely, craning his neck to look up at her. She continued to rise, her new clothes expanding with her ever-increasing frame. Her shoulders were now broader than the bathroom doorway, her head mere inches from the room's ceiling.

"You actually thought..." Cinnamon covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. "You thought The Perfect Fit was just a normal hotel?"

"Is it... is it not?"

"Oh, honey." She shook her head, now having to bend slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling. "This is a specialty hotel. Clients come here specifically for the growth experience. When you selected XXL, you were choosing my final size."

Ethan watched as she finally stopped growing, her impressive frame now filling much of the room's space. She had to be at least eight feet tall, her athletic wear showcasing a powerful but feminine physique that matched her tremendous height.

"So when I said gradual transition..."

"You chose how quickly I would grow," she confirmed, carefully settling onto the reinforced sofa. Even seated, she was at eye level with him standing. "And the 'full package' you selected included various other enhancements."

"Enhancements?"

She gestured to her clearly powerful physique. "Strength, proportions, that sort of thing. Though I have to say..." She grinned. "You accidentally picked a pretty good combination. Most first-timers don't go straight for XXL."

Ethan sank into a nearby chair, which now felt comically large for his normal-sized frame. "I used the company card," he said weakly.

This set Cinnamon off into another round of laughter, her whole frame shaking with mirth. "Oh, that expense report is going to be interesting! 'One night at growth hotel, XXL package.'"

"This can't be happening." Ethan rubbed his eyes. "I'm hallucinating from exhaustion. Or this is a dream. Or-"

A massive hand gently patted his shoulder, nearly spanning its entire width. "I assure you, this is very real. Welcome to The Perfect Fit!" She winked. "Now, shall we order some dinner? I'm famished after all that growing."

Before Ethan could respond, she reached for the room service menu, her long arm easily spanning the distance to the coffee table. "Let's see... ah, they have their portion sizes clearly marked. I'll need the titan-sized meal after this growth spurt."

Ethan stared at the menu she handed him, noting with growing disbelief that it indeed had different portion sizes listed: Regular, Large, Amazon, and Titan. This was going to be a very interesting night to explain to accounting.

"I... I think I need a drink," he managed.

Cinnamon smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time to process this. The night is young, and..." She gestured to her enormous frame. "I'm not going anywhere. Well, I physically couldn't fit through the door right now anyway."

As if to demonstrate, she stood up, her head brushing the ceiling as she stretched. "Now, about that drink - the mini bar is stocked with regular and amazon-sized bottles. Which would you prefer?"

Ethan looked up - and up, and up - at his accidental companion for the night. "Regular. Definitely regular. I think I've had enough 'supersizing' for one evening."

Cinnamon's laugh boomed through the room as she carefully maneuvered her massive frame to the mini bar. "Oh, I like you! This is going to be fun. Now, let me tell you about some of our other regulars - you wouldn't believe who comes here..."

"Alright, so we'll list the room as 'Executive Accommodations with Premium Amenities,'" Cinnamon suggested, peering over Ethan's shoulder at his laptop. They'd relocated to the desk, with Ethan perched somewhat precariously on her lap as she helped him navigate the expense form.

"Sounds suitably vague," Ethan nodded, typing. "Though I still don't know how to explain the- oh!" He paused as he felt Cinnamon shift beneath him, her already massive frame beginning to expand once again.

"Sorry!" she said cheerfully, not sounding sorry at all. "Final growth phase. Don't mind me."

That was easier said than done. Ethan could feel her thighs widening beneath him, the powerful muscles expanding until he felt like he was sitting on a warm, living armchair. Her chest, already impressive, pressed more insistently against the back of his head as it grew heavier and fuller.

"You know," he said, trying to maintain his professional composure while being gradually elevated by her growing form, "this makes typing rather challenging."

Cinnamon laughed, the sound rumbling through her expanding chest. "Just think of it as one of those standing desks, but more... dynamic." She adjusted her position, inadvertently lifting Ethan several inches higher as her legs continued to thicken. "Though you might want to finish that form quickly before you can't reach the keyboard."

Ethan picked up his pace, fingers flying across the keys as Cinnamon's growth continued. Her breasts now rested heavily on top of his head, and her thighs had expanded to the point where his feet no longer touched the ground. The desk, which had seemed massive earlier, now looked almost comically small compared to her dimensions.

"There!" He hit submit just as another wave of growth lifted him even higher. "Done! Though I still need to figure out how to explain why I'm not staying at our usual hotel..."

"Oh, that's easy," Cinnamon said, her voice deepening slightly as her chest expanded further. "There was an unexpected plumbing issue at your regular accommodation, forcing you to seek alternative arrangements at short notice. Very unfortunate, completely out of your control."

Ethan twisted around to look at her, which required significantly more effort now. "You're worryingly good at this."

"Part of the service," she winked, then glanced down at her still-growing form. "Speaking of which, I think I'm about to outgrow these clothes. Mind if I change again?"

Before Ethan could respond, she'd carefully lifted him off her lap with one massive hand, setting him down beside the desk. Standing at her full height - which had to be approaching ten feet - she retrieved another outfit from her seemingly bottomless duffel bag.

"Back in a tick!" she called cheerfully, ducking dramatically to fit through the bathroom door.

Ethan stood there, feeling rather small and unsure what to do with himself. The sound of stretching fabric and quiet muttering came from the bathroom, followed by what sounded suspiciously like seams giving up the ghost.

"Everything alright in there?"

"Oh, perfectly fine!" Cinnamon called back. "Just a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. You know how it is - you think you've packed clothes big enough for XXL and then that final growth spurt catches you by surprise."

The bathroom door opened, and Ethan's jaw dropped. Cinnamon had changed into what appeared to be a specially designed loungewear set, but even that was struggling to contain her now truly massive frame. She had to bend nearly double to exit the bathroom, her shoulders barely squeezing through the door frame.

"Right!" she said brightly, carefully straightening up in the thankfully high-ceilinged room. "Shall we order that room service now? I'm absolutely famished after all this growing."

Ethan stared up at her, craning his neck to an almost uncomfortable degree. She had to be at least ten feet tall now, maybe more. Her new outfit, despite its generous proportions, clung to curves that would have made a goddess envious, and her muscles rippled with every movement.

"I... um..." he stammered, suddenly very aware of how small he felt. "Yes, food. Food would be good."

Cinnamon smiled down at him - way down - and reached for the room service menu, her arm extending across what seemed like an impossible distance. "Excellent! Though fair warning - you might want to order extra. Growing tends to make me a bit peckish, and well..." She gestured to her enormous frame. "I've done quite a bit of growing tonight."

As she began to list off what sounded like enough food to feed a small army, Ethan couldn't help but wonder how this night would end. And more importantly, how he was going to explain any of it at tomorrow's meeting...

Room service arrived with impressive efficiency, though Ethan noticed the staff seemed entirely unfazed by Cinnamon's size. The trolley they wheeled in was comically large, laden with what looked like enough food for a small banquet.

"Titan-sized ribeye with all the trimmings," the server announced, unveiling a steak that could have fed a family of four. "And the regular-sized pasta for the gentleman."

Ethan's modestly-sized carbonara looked almost like a child's portion next to Cinnamon's feast. She sat cross-legged on the floor - the chairs were now far too small for her - making the room feel even more like a dollhouse in comparison.

"This looks amazing," she beamed, picking up a fork that looked tiny in her massive hand. "Though I should probably eat quickly before I outgrow these clothes too. The final growth phase tends to sneak up on you."

"There's more?" Ethan asked, settling into what now felt like a child's chair at the room's dining table.

"Just a bit," she winked, taking a bite of steak that would have been three normal portions. "Usually rounds off the experience nicely. Speaking of which, how are you finding your first Perfect Fit experience?"

Ethan twirled pasta on his fork, considering. "It's... not what I expected when I checked in. Though I suppose that's obvious."

"Most people at least know what they're getting into," she chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Though I have to say, your genuine reactions have been refreshing. Gets a bit tedious when clients try to act surprised."

A comfortable silence fell as they ate, broken only by the occasional creak of the reinforced flooring as Cinnamon shifted position. Ethan found himself oddly fascinated by how gracefully she managed her massive size, every movement carefully controlled despite her enormous frame.

"So," she said, polishing off the last of her titan-sized potato gratin, "what brings you to London? Business, obviously, but what kind?"

"Legal consulting," Ethan replied, still working on his pasta. "I'm presenting recommendations for international contract standardization tomorrow. Thrilling stuff, really."

"Actually, that does sound interesting!" Cinnamon leaned forward, causing the floor to creak slightly. "I did corporate law before... well, this."

"You're a lawyer?"

"Was," she corrected, reaching for her enormous glass of wine. "Found this paid better and had more interesting perks. Though I still keep up with my legal journals."

What followed was a surprisingly in-depth discussion about international contract law, made slightly surreal by the fact that one participant was continuing to grow larger throughout the conversation. Ethan found himself relaxing despite the bizarre situation, genuinely enjoying the intellectual exchange.

"The thing about Article 47 is- oh!" Cinnamon paused mid-sentence, feeling another growth spurt begin. "Hold that thought."

Ethan watched in fascination as she grew another few inches, her loungewear stretching to accommodate the change. She had to adjust her position, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, each movement making the room feel smaller.

"Sorry about that," she said, now easily able to reach the dessert trolley without moving from her spot. "Tiramisu? It's amazing here, though I might need to eat it quickly before I outgrow the spoon."

As they shared dessert - hers being several times larger than his - Ethan found himself growing curious. "Do you ever miss being normal-sized? It must be challenging, being so... large."

Cinnamon considered this, licking tiramisu from a spoon that looked like a toy in her hand. "Sometimes. But the hotel has everything adapted, and we only grow for clients. Off-duty, we're regular-sized." She grinned. "Though I have to admit, the looks on people's faces - like yours earlier - make it worth it."

"Wait, you mean you'll be normal-sized tomorrow?"

"Mhmm," she nodded, polishing off the last of her massive dessert. "The growth only lasts for the duration of the booking. By checkout time, I'll be back to my usual five-foot-two self."

Ethan nearly choked on his tiramisu. "You're usually five-foot-two?"

"Ironic, isn't it?" she laughed. "Though it does mean I really understand the appeal of being larger. Speaking of which..." She shifted again, her head nearly brushing the raised ceiling. "I think this is the final growth spurt coming on. You might want to move back a bit."

Ethan hurriedly moved his chair back as Cinnamon began her final transformation. Her already impressive height increased even further, the loungewear straining to keep up. Her shoulders broadened, muscles becoming more defined, until she truly looked like a goddess from ancient mythology come to life.

When the growth finally stopped, she had to be at least eleven feet tall. The room, despite its generous proportions, seemed to barely contain her. She stretched carefully, mindful of the ceiling.

"Well," she said, her voice now carrying a natural resonance that filled the room, "this is what we call the full XXL experience. What do you think?"

Ethan looked up - and up, and up - at her, feeling rather like a mouse beside an elephant. "I think," he said slowly, "that I'm going to have a very interesting story to tell at the office Christmas party."

Cinnamon's laughter boomed through the room, probably audible several floors down. "Oh, honey, you have no idea. Just wait until you hear about our holiday specials..."

[To be concluded...maybe]