Your wits come back to you slowly after the dual shocks that this visit has already provided, and you notice Geoff's body a bit more thoroughly. He's more muscular than you are! His shirt and pants fit on him perfectly, being tight in all the right places. Your mom didn't mention that he was a fellow athlete... wouldn't that be an important detail?
"Welcome to my dining room- next to the gym, it's my favorite room in the house," Geoff said, stopping in front of a pair of absolutely massive, ornate doors. He opened the door to reveal a table filled from corner to corner with food! Steak, lobster, crab rangoon, enchiladas, salad, mashed potatoes, spaghetti... There's was food from all over the world here! Your mouth started to water at the selection, but you wiped it off with your sleeve.
"How much food is that?" You ask, completely floored at the amount on the table.
"In total? I made sure the staff had cooked plenty of food, and that I'd cover something you liked, so I made sure they cooked somewhere around eighty to a hundred dishes," He said the number casually, as he sat down near the end of the table. Bruno had, somehow, finished already, and was standing next to him, an empty plate in hand.
"A h-hundred dishes?!" You say, once again floored. How much did he pay the staff to convince them to make that much food?
"Oh, I forget that you aren't used to such lavish amounts of food. You'll get used to it, though that does not mean you won't stop liking it," Geoff smiled a sly smile. He had found out how much you loved to eat. "How about I answer any questions you might have while we eat?" You nod, not knowing what to say, before Bruno practically sits you into the chair.
"Please, tell me what you'd like to eat," He says in a deep, bass voice. You look up and get a glance at his face- he looks to be in his early to mid twenties! Yikes...
"Well, uh... I'd like some..." You begin to list some of the items that caught your eye- a few slices of pizza, spaghetti, some mexican rice, and lasagna. You figure that's quite a lot, when a comment from Geoff reaches your ears.
"Oh? Are you eating light today?"
"What? That's more than I eat on a normal day!" You comment, confused.
"Oh I forget again, you aren't used to this food. Let me order, and I shall explain some questions you are sure to be asking- like how I appear to be your age, how I pay for my staff, and so on and so forth," he said, hitting it on the nose. He then ordered roughly three times what you did, sending Bruno to scour the table to fill the two plates.
"You see, young Eric," Geoff began, in a tone that was like a teacher, "I offer a service to most people. In return, I offer them two options- to pay it off with service, or with money. And secrecy is a must. Now you may be wondering: What service could possibly be successful enough to need to be a secret? It is simple, my dear Eric- I modify peoples bodies. And how? Well, I...
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