The Newbie Part 3 (Patreon)

Part 3: Kayla’s Retirement

Snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on the wood of Disha’s casket. Kayla sat on her mobility scooter while wearing a brown fur coat that made her resemble a bloated bear ready for winter. The line of mobility scooters before her trudged slowly through the snow, each maid leaving a rose on the casket.

After a full year of her job of destroying herself Kayla had binged and increased her mass to the point of becoming a mobility scooter class maid.

“Whew,” Kayla’s grotesquely large face with bulldog jowls and a jelly roll of a double chin jiggled as she wiped her forehead of sweat, it was awfully hot. Even in the middle of the snow Kayla’s flabby bulk kept her toasty warm like a marine animal.

“What a walrus…”  Kayla muttered to herself, even on a solemn event like this she found herself wet in her fat girl panties at the sheer enormity of herself.

As it got closer to her turn she could feel her heart begin to beat rapidly. Oh this was so nerve wracking, so stressful! Rolling up closer and closer to her destiny. Gwen had done such a good job on her that at random times she began to experience chest pain.

“Hnnngh,” Kayla grunted deeply and scrunched up her face, the red in her cheeks becoming even more pronounced. She took deep breaths and sweated even more when her turn came, casting her rose on the collection on the casket. Her fleshy face looked up at Hannah who was clad in a massive white polar bear fur coat. On her massive expanse the ridiculously large coat looked like it had been made from the hide of four entire adult bears. Her own sweaty face nodded solemnly at Kayla, it had become almost a ritual between them during the frequent funerals Kayla had taken part in.

Kayla felt nauseous as she rolled away from the casket and into the embrace of Gwen who bent over to hug her, their bulk pressing against each other.

“You looked so beautiful up there, my adorable blob.”

“It happened again, when I was up there.”

“A second time? Oh my God, Kayla..”

“I know…”

“Are you still feeling it?”

“No, it’s passed, but oh my God Gwen...I’m so horny right now.”

After the funeral in the main dining hall the festive post funeral feast began. Kayla was so sweltering by the time she came back indoors that she threw off her fur coat and immediately started to strip from her clothes. Gwen cooed at Kayla and helped her undress on her scooter. Removing every article of clothing and seeing Kayla’s lardy girth expand and ooze out turned her on something fierce.

Watching Kayla move on her scooter naked was something else with her flesh overflowing in all directions and jiggling like jello mold. Gwen couldn’t be any prouder of her handiwork. God was Kayla big, she thought looking at Kayla’s hanging dangling rolls and folds of heavy jiggling fat. She looked fit to burst, like the fat had very little room to go. It was why lately Kayla’s back fat had been exploding out, collecting out and extending back. It was increasingly difficult for her to fully lean back, the sheer amount of back flab pushed her forward.

Gwen breathed deeply following her scooting blob, it was getting so hard for her to even waddle these days. Sure, with regards to her own weight she was holding back to be sure, if it wasn’t for her efforts on Kayla she would have been six hundred pounds by now. But she could hardly complain, seeing the fruits of her labor.

Kayla rolled over to the grand table as another maid gave Kayla an insulin injection before Kayla started to pig out.

Kayla took big greedy slices of chocolate cake and pushed it slowly in her mouth. With her mouth closed her main airway was blocked so Kayla breathed through her nose, making beastal piggish grunts *Snrrrrrt Snnnnrt*. The insulin only made her hungrier and she threw the silverware on the floor, opting to just use her hands. Her enormous bags of heavy upper arm fat wobbled left and right while she reached for more food.

There was an interesting bit of a pecking order, a sort of social hierarchy of sorts, between the maids. The scooter maids went first, they always had first pick seemingly out of a sign of respect and honor among the other maids. Gwen could remember how respected her aunt Tabitha was on her scooter, barking out orders like a general in a war. Watching the nude blob that was Kayla feasting and glutting Gwen licked her lips, knowing Kayla was the next step in her own casket bound journey.

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“Work...work…”

Kayla held one pudgy hand on her scooter control, pushing the device forward while in the other hand she gingerly held the handle of her sweeper. Even at her size where she now needed the cattle scale to weigh her 800 pounds of heaving bulk. “Hoo...hooo…” It was hard to believe at one point Kayla had been a 90 pound thin to the bone junkie, now was suffocating under hundreds of pounds of lard that was crushing down on her frame.

“Gotta...ooof...work hard!” Kayla panted as sweat poured from her fat face. Her maid uniform was more like a black and white muumuu and made the mound of blubber look like a killer whale.

“Need to…” Kayla muttered then grunted deeply “UNNNG!” Just trying to move her arms forced her to make loud bellowing noises. Her huge fingers grasped the handle of her oxygen tank to release even more air. She’d been turning it up every hour or so, to the point one could audibly hear the flow of air going up her nostrils.

It was truly astounding how hard these blobs worked themselves, one would think with the amount of physical activity that came from being a Maid of Ashcroft these girls would not be knocking on the door of death, but their hedonism overpowered whatever exercise they got.

Kayla flicked her buttersoft wrist, trying to manipulate the sweeper reach further only for the handle to fall out of her hand, her arm becoming inflamed in pain.

“URRK!” Kayla coughed and vomited on herself slightly before she clutched her chest, her thick fingers squeezing nothing but flab.

“Gweeeen! Gween!” Kayla gasped out to Gwen who came hobbling after her.

“Just, Phew, fuck! Just stay!” Gwen wheezed, her heavy duty cane stomping into the ground with every inch Gwen took. Gwen was teetering on the need for a scooter, she was opting to linger a little longer to destroy her joints just a little bit more.

Just when Gwen got to her her own chest clamped down. “ACH!” Gwen gasped and collapsed onto her lover’s giant belly.

They both tightened their eyes as they went unconscious.

Gwen opened her eyes. She squinted at the lights, they hurt her eyes before she was able to recognize where she was.

The medical wing of the estate.

She inwardly moaned, in too much pain to even make sounds. It was amazing what surviving what an actual honest to God heart attack felt like: It felt awful. So utterly awful. Everything on her body hurt. It was pure bliss, it was everything her big fat masochist heart ever dreamed about.

She could barely manage to turn her head.

“Kayla…”

“She’s alive. She woke up moments before you did. She’s currently sleeping.”

“Who’s there?”

A woman in full operation scrubs and wearing a face mask came into her field of vision.

“Doctor Robert, the primary physician for the Master of the Estate.”

Gwen blinked, the name was well known amongst the maids. The famous Doctor Robert who kept the Master alive against all odds.

“You two lucked out. It was highly improbable of both of you surviving at the same time, you made excellent candidates for further study.”

“Study?”

“Your contracts allow certain legal privileges to the Estate. To be blunt we are well within our legal rights to do a little experiment on both of you.”

“What?”

“Our master’s survival comes first. Don’t worry yourself about the details. Just rest and recover. It’s going to be a long road ahead.” Doctor Robert handed her a button. “If the pain is too much even for you this device will shoot you up with morphine.”

Before Gwen could say anything Dr. Robert left her field of vision and Gwen was left to herself. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep when she heard a weak whisper.

“Gweeen.”

“Don’t speak. It’ll be okay. I guess we’re not done here.”

Kayla didn’t know what to say. This was it. Everything had come to this, she just couldn’t believe it would come so soon.

The two were officially retired.

During the days ahead they faded in and out while high on morphine. They were hardly aware of being moved into a single large bed together. Hardly aware of being lifted by cranes like heavy freight. But, just as sunrise doesn’t last all morning and a cloud burst doesn’t last all day, they passed through their recovery.

Slowly opening their eyes they found themselves resting on their sides, their big bellies spread out like waterbeds of fat. Their slabs of belly fat touched each other like gentle lovers.

For the first night of their retirement they feasted on fatty lasagna only for their chests to seize up again.

“A AH!” they cringed clutching their chests. Pain radiated throughout their bodies, but they were unable to pass out.

Would this feeling last forever? Forever ever? Forever ever? Forever ever?

God they hoped so.

The End.