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Théo Raeken loved luxury. Since his childhood he was used to high standards: holidays in the Caribbean’s, skiing in the Alps, luxury hotels, mansions, domestic... his family was part of the of the 1% richest people holding 40% of the US wealth. So, he was not bound like other people of his age to find a job, to take loans for a living. He was just enjoying the family wealth.
There was no shame in that. With his money and lifestyle he was investing in ordinary people’s life: hundreds of clothes, restaurants, cars. People should be thankful to have people like him.
Currently his plane was landing in Marrakesh. It was delightful in November, not too warm but warm enough to enjoy the pool and the outside. A welcomed change after a whole month on Bavaria for the Octoberfest.
It had been a great time, but to be honest Theo didn’t really remember it with all the beer he drank and all the parties he attended to. But like all the places he visited during his gap year (even if he couldn’t really call that a gap year after 2 years) it was great. Despite all the parties and social gathering he went to because of his name, he truly enjoyed visiting museums, restaurants and meeting new people. That’s how he met a humanitarian in Haïti, Derek, a young veterinarian tourist in Mexico, Scott and a student in mythology in Goa, Stiles. Great people, really different than him, but who showed him their world. That was refreshing.
But after all that, he could only enjoy lazy time and relaxation in the beautiful Marrakesh. He was staying at the Mamounia. . The most luxurious and decadent ryad of the city.
When he arrived in his somptuous room who could rival with the harems he saw on movies, he undressed and fall on his king size bed. He connected to socials media’s while picking some gazelle horns. They were delicious. He took another one stuffed with almonds and cinnamon all wrapped in a soft pastry moist with a sweet orange blossom water. A very crumbly delicious biscuit. Otherwise nothing really interesting was happening on internet. Same old people doing boring things back in the States. When he heard a knock at his door, he tossed his phone, and opened it. It was the one of the manager of the hotel bringing him gifts. It was a common thing for Theo. He was rich and well-known. Hotels understood that the best way to ensure they clientele was to make sure people like Theo Raeken was treated like a king.
“Sir, on the behalf of the hotel, please accept these welcome gifts” the middle-aged manager said giving him packets full of goodies and clothes. “I’m at your disposal for anything you wish during your stay. We want you to have the best experience of the Mamounia.”
“I’m sure you will provide the best service” Theo said putting a 100$ bill in the hand of the man. “ the pastries when I arrived were pretty good. Bring another plate.”
“Yes, of course, sir. Thank you sir”, the manager answered bowing gratefully at his client kindness.
While chewing on some more pastries room service bring a minute ago, Theo checked his gifts. Mostly clothes, which was great because he never bothered bringing suitcases. All Tommy Hilfiger this time. Not bad. At the moment he was quite satisfied with his trip. But thing that would be really more satisfying on this hot day would be to go swimming - he perfectly knew that the hotel had one hell of pool
He decided to see if any of the swim trunks would fit his hot body so he opened the packets and pull out trunks to try them on. That was one of the drawback not bringing his own clothes. Every time he had to try them to make sure they flatter his hot body, even if there were no paparazzi here. But you never know, you can be spotted by fans.
As he put the first on he realised they didn’t fit. Stupid no American sizes. Anyway, the swim trunks were not that good looking. But he noticed a pair of speedos would should fit.
This one fit perfectly, not too tight across his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror and turned, admiring his body - the red and white stripe across the navy blue sits just at the widest part of his bubble butt. “These are great!” He told himself as he took the matching towel. As he was stepping out the room he realised he finished the second plate of pastries. “Well the room service has to serve me by the pool.”
On his way to the pool, he spotted a maid he called her. “Make sure I have pastries in my room when I’m back from the pool.”
The maid was shocked by his attitude but she could only agree to the demand of this overfed greedy plump rich kid.
Overfed greedy plump rich kid. That was Theo became. But he was clearly obvious of it. It has been three months since his last real workout when this stupid arrogant heir, Jackson Whittemore challenged him in a lifting contest. Otherwise he was mostly lazy which wasn’t compensating his active eating. Especially after a whole month in Munich where he was basically drinking a gallon a beer a day.
Before all these excesses, particularly before he went to India and met Stiles who was always giving him food, he was a perfect specimen you can see in the magazines. There actually were articles about his workout regimen and how to have a body like his. He had a decent cut set of abs, large shoulders and pecs that fill out his shirts, and thick, strong thighs leading up to a round, beefy perfect ass perfectly covered by his designer clothes.
But now there was definitely a bit of pudge over his beefy, muscled body.
His abs were gone, but his stomach didn't stick out that much.
His bubble butt filled out his trunks and shook around as he walked to the pool.
Baby love handles started to become visible, His chest was still large but possibly a little softer.
His face was a little bloated looking too.
Well he was not fat, but thicker. Well that was some of his detractors were saying about him.