It was around 7 or 8 PM. Most of the guests have gone in for the night, so most of us staff were getting ahead on cleaning and leaving a bit early. It was a pretty packed week. The Gold Beagle Resort is one of the best in town. Hell, maybe even the single best. Our boss makes sure to hire the most friendly and dedicated employees to ensure excellent service. The quality of the rooms and food are not only fantastic, but also affordable. Needless to say, it compels many to check in. This week was no exception.
 
 
  There was a pretty big festival going on in Central Avenue Park. And people come far and wide to attend. The resort was packed with reservations within a single day. One week in advance at that! Naturally, this unfortunately leads to people trying to check in a bit too late. Which is fair. It’s not like we post how booked we are everywhere, so people just wind up finding out the hard way. Thankfully most are pleasant and understanding about it.
 
 
  Paige had just left for the night, so I took over her position as receptionist for a bit until her cover came in. I was doing a bit of sweeping to pass the time when the lobby doors swung open. It was a human girl with long blonde hair and a red dress. It was raining pretty hard, so she wasn’t exactly in the best shape. She looked so exhausted too. I felt pretty bad for her. She took a moment to catch her breath before walking up to the desk.
 
 
  “Excuse me miss…”
 
  I had a feeling of what she was here for, so I put on as friendly a smile as possible, “Hello there ma’am. Can I help you?”
 
  Now that I got a closer look at her, she almost looked like she was holding in tears. Kinda sounded like it too, “I… I need to have a room… Do you have any available?”
 
  I felt my heart drop and my stomach twist. I wish I could have said yes, but, “I’m sorry miss. But I’m afraid we’re boo-”
 
 
  Suddenly, she grabbed hold of my shoulders with her cold, wet, trembling hands, “please… everywhere else is full… this is my only hope… I’m begging you!”
 
  I couldn’t stand to see her like this. All I could do was stay silent, until I remembered something. Rascal trained all of us staff how to do something, just in case. I completely forgot about it until then. There’s a few small beds in the basement for staff on such occasions. Normally Rascal winds up being the one who does it, but He was pretty exhausted when I last checked in with him. Other staff were busy, and the next receptionist wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes. It was the only thing I could think of. I grabbed a jar of mints and popped 5 or 6 of them in my mouth, then chewed them gently.
 
 
  “How badly do you need this-”
 
  “Right now, I need it more than anything! I don’t care if it’s a gross bed riddled with bed bugs!”
 
 
  “Well… we do offer… ‘alternatives’ on occasions such as these… but you might not like it…”
 
 
  “Why’s that.”
 
 
  I sighed and swallowed down the mostly dissolved mints. I was in so deep as was, so I had to just say it, “becaaaaaause… the alternative is my stomach. BUT! Before you freak out, lemme elaborate more. If you choose this, you get to come and leave your ‘room’ as you wish, and available services will be offered to you free of charge!”
 
 
  Well… I said it. I just looked down, bracing myself for the reaction she would have. She stayed silent for a few seconds, before sighing, “F-fine… I-I just need somewhere to rest for a night or two…”
 
 
  Really? She… actually agreed to it. I couldn’t believe it. But I was on the clock, and technically it’s part of my job to do it. I took a deep breath and leaned forward with my arms crossed on the desk. I was getting pretty tense. Yeah, I was trained on how to do this particular service, but I never actually thought I would wind up enacting it! I needed to calm down and just remember how it went. I opened my mouth as wide as I could… and just didn’t think too hard about, “climb in at your own leisure”
 
 
  She was clearly nervous, likely second guessing herself, but soon enough, she placed one of her clammy hands on my tongue. Her taste wasn’t anything particularly spectacular, if anything it was mostly flavorless. But her taste was the least of my concerns. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was honestly half hoping she would chicken out. I was so nervous… but then again so was she. As I was lost in my rollercoaster of a thought train, it was immediately derailed once I felt my jaw stretch even wider than before. I felt like a snake. I at least remembered one key detail about this process. Don’t think about it. Apparently once you do, your body starts taking measures to shut it down, so I just neede to keep calm and focus on swallowing her down.
 
 
  Thankfully for me, the rain outside made it quite easy. It lubricated her body quite nicely. Still, that didn’t necessarily mean this would be easy. Once I was sure she was in a snug position, and gently grabbed hold of her ribs and took a hard gulp. I winced once I felt my throat tighten as it stretched to hold the girl’s head. It was a solid distraction from the ever stretching cheeks on lips as her shoulders got pulled in. I couldn’t linger on it too long, though. I gave myself a few seconds to adjust before taking another gulp.
 
 
  I got to feel her head push past my clavicle as the shoulders quickly took the place of her head on my neck. My heart pounded even faster. I just couldn’t believe I was actually doing it. I was already down to her elbows, too. I took another moment before taking another gulp. I’d gotten down to her waist. I was starting to feel thankful that she was pretty petite. But regardless, it was gonna be much easier from there. I couldn’t remember much if she was squirming or still, as I was too focused on getting her down. I hardly even noticed the feeling of my belly stretching while her head pushed against its floor.
 
 
  Gulp after gulp after gulp after gulp. After a bit more swallowing, I was finally at her ankles. I gently removed her heels before pushing her feet all the way in and closing my jaws around them. As I set the shoes on the desk, I took a few seconds to take this in. The whole process felt so strange… but oddly satisfying. Still, I was on the clock and had to finish this. I took a final gulp, and shuddered as I felt the tightness in my throat ever so slowly trail down my body, stopping right in my stomach. This of course brought all my attention to it.
 
 
  Oddly enough, it didn’t hurt quite as much as I thought it would… As I felt her movements, it was actually quite pleasant. Still, it was hard to believe just how big my gut had gotten. I fell back in the office chair to look at it in the nearby mirror. It looked like a fluffy exercise ball was attached to my midsection. It was so bizarre. I gently rubbed over my stomach. It didn’t do much but it felt right to do.
 
 
  “Are you… are you alright in there?”
 
 
  All I got in response was an indistinguishable muffle alongside some subtle movements. Rascal said some people have thicker stomachs than most, and mine must have been one of em. He told us another method of communicating with them, “It seems I can’t hear you, so let’s do this. For yes, pushe hard once. For no, push hard twice. To come out, push hard thrice. Sound good?”
 
 
  A few seconds later, I felt a single push against my walls. A vague imprint of her hand was even visible, “That’s good… so, are you comfy in there?”
 
 
  Once again, she pushed once. I smiled and stood up. Rascal has us carry heavy objects on our waists for a while to help us adjust to moving around with such cargo. Still, balance wasn’t as easy as moving was, “Glad to hear. Hope you enjoy your night in there.”
 
 
  As I took a moment to stretch, I heard the lobby doors open again. It was the next receptionist. She’s good at her job, so I just went into the laundry room to finish up my night’s business. I picked up a basket of clean clothes and started walking down the hall to the first floor’s staff room. All the while, my stomach jiggled and swayed and groaned as I moved. I suppose this wouldn’t be so bad. Sure I wouldn’t be able to come home until she “checks out,” but the beds in the basement are pretty comfy to lay in, and I”m still considered to be on the clock while doing this, so it’s just more pay for me. I was already pretty tired before this, but now having a full tummy only expedited it. I couldn’t wait to just fall asleep in bed, but first, I had to finish up my tasks.