1 2 3 4 5 6 7, All Good Maids Go To Heaven part 3

Molly and Polly were notorious gossips.

After their greasy heart wrenching lunch with Hannah the titanic tubby twins spilled to the rest of the maids how disappointed their master was by their ill health and how they could be so much worse.

The staff all responded in the same way as the twins: stuffing themselves even further, determined to ruin their health even faster. The idea of their masters being disappointed in them was too much to bear, they simply had to rectify it.

Sally in particular took it with the utmost seriousness.

Seated in two whole chairs for her fat ass, the newbie’s determination had blown her up all the way to 400 pounds of heavy lard. In front of her were countless dishes of pudding and ice cream. Sally always did have a sweet tooth, the ability to overindulge it played a part in undertaking this job. But right now she was far from overindulging: She was glutting.

She was gorging. She was stuffing. She was throwing herself into the bonds of slavery to her sweet tooth. She had eaten so many sweets since she heard that devastating gossip it was a wonder her sweet tooth hadn’t fallen out of her mouth in a brown decayed state.

“Hooo, hoo,” Sally breathed heavily, her massive belly distended from fullness. Her upper belly, which was where her physical stomach was, was pushed out like an over inflated balloon. She groaned and leaned forward, her giant gut surging out and forcing her legs as far out as she could, flashing her bloomers and the white lace ruffles under her black skirt, farting with the great effort.

Discarding any sense of proper manners she dug her thick fat fingers into the chocolate pudding, lapping up all the pudding she could before bringing the glass to her mouth and licked it clean like she was Winnie the Pooh.

She smacked her lips, mumbling “thirsty.” She reached for a jug of rich chocolate milk and started to drink. She had no knowledge of it, but she had become type two diabetic and it gave her an unquenchable thirst. She drank and drank, savoring the sugary chocolate drink like she had been wandering in the hottest desert for forty days and forty nights. Her blood sugar spiked and left her dizzy but she still drank until half of the jug was emptied, Sally letting out a big satisfying belch.

Her thirst temporarily sated she still had her polyphagia to deal with. Her diabetic hunger was just as bad as her thirst and it compelled her to fill her gut. A normal woman wouldn’t want to keep stuffing with such a full stomach, but her hunger overpowered any concerns of discomfort.

Sally ate and ate until at last she was contently glutted, a rip opening in the side of her dress from her inflated figure. “So sleepy,” Sally yawned and nodded off to sleep right there.

She fell into blackness, her blood sugar now at dangerous levels. Deeper and deeper her unconscious mind fell into the abyss of a diabetic coma.

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“Polly put the kettle on, our master must have her tea!”

Tabitha barked orders around the kitchen. At her size just being able to be there was an accomplishment in itself. The head chef of the kitchen had exceed 600 pounds so just getting out of bed was an accomplishment in itself. To her displeasure she was becoming too big for her modest apartment in the pantry.

She was just so huge and needing extra equipment like oxygen tanks took up more room then she had. So reluctantly she was in transition moving to a real room in the east wing. The veteran maid Tabitha had been occupying the pantry for so long that the new opening was highly coveted by the other maids. Many were doubling down on their efforts to impress Hannah, thinking she would reward one of them with the room for putting on the most weight.

Polly was sweating up a storm, her maid outfit was positively soaked. She and her sister were matching each other food for food, pound for pound, and disease for disease. It would be incorrect to think the maids lacked a work ethic. The deal was simple: You work hard, you gain hard. You could overindulge until your heart couldn’t take it anymore, but only if you worked hard.

Polly demonstrated true zeal in her role as a maid, working as hard as she could even under over 500 pounds of sheer lard. However at her size even making tea was difficult, the water filled kettle was too heavy for her lard swaddled arms to carry and slipped from her fat little fingers, clanking loudly and spilling over the floor.

“GOD DAMNIT POLLY!” Tabitha belted out, her face instantly turning as red as a tomato as her blood pressure spiked, “Someone clean this up!”

Tabitha brought her hand to her forehead, she broke into a cold sweat and coughed feeling a stabbing pain in her chest.

“Oooomphh!” Tabitha scrunched her head face down, cringing so hard her enormous bib of a double chin surged far out like a bloated godless bullfrog. “Fuuuck,” Tabitha grasped like a fish, her heart struggling to pump blood through arteries nearly plugged shut by fatty cholesterol. She had been feeling frequent bouts of chest pain and it could last for nearly two hours.

“Hnnng,” Tabitha raised a fist and thumped on her chest until she felt it slowly begin to subside. She turned up the valve on her oxygen tank and sighed as the increased flow of air helped to settle her heart. She watched other red faced maids struggle to clean the mess up, each one also a sweaty mess, one even collapsed from just struggling to hold her body up.

The pain subsided and Tabitha’s body felt a wave of relief. It had been a fast one, but no spasm ever felt short and fast, they felt long and agonizing, where every second felt like time stood still and she was stuck in an excruciating purgatory.

In her recovery Tabitha could only grow a lusty perverted smile.

She was a big fat ticking time bomb and she loved it.

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Jim’s gilded belly cart groaned while he pushed it down the hall. His cart was designed specifically for his sagging apron of flesh in order to relieve Jim of his aching back. Really it was a glorified mobility walker, but at Jim’s massive size it was necessary. He entered their room where Hannah was laid out on her bed, nude and covered only in diamonds and jewelry that shined like Lucifer in the sky.

“Dear, we may need to go on another hiring spree.”

Hannah, who was surrounded by Polly, Molly, and several other maids who were holding trays of whole turkeys. Four turkey carcasses were on cart, having been picked to the bone.

“Mmm I know. Isn’t it wonderful James? The more the merrier I say.”

Jim discarded his robe and the naked fat man got into the massive bed with his wife and accepted the turkey offerings. There was nothing Jim loved more than feeling his fat pressing against his wifes. Their tubby blubbery flanks of lard pushed into each other as they were both fed.

“Mmmmm, Polly, Molly, we could use some attention,” Jim winked at them. The maids who were cleaning their masters moved to their slabs of belly and groaned and moaned, lifting their aprons of adipose. It was so heavy the fat maids sweated heavily, they all had to use both hands and their arms to lift the heavy bellies up. Wth their heaving and hoeing they were able to grant access to Jim and Hannah’s hidden parts.

Molly and Polly crawled on the bed, their enormous rumps sticking out of their black skirts and flashing their bloomers, Polly having a hole in hers. Molly took Hannah and Polly took Jim and started to lick and suck.

“Ooooh!” Their masters cried out in wanton pleasure.

Molly and Polly were champions at giving oral pleasure; they twisted their tongues just right. They put all their energy into it, even while being weighed down by 500 pounds of lard hanging from their bodies. All the exercise of giving oral made them both sweat up a storm, their white bloomers were becoming so soaked they were see through, you could easily make out their dimples and cellulite.

The harder they went the faster their lard ass hearts went; all four of them were beating out of time.

Molly moaned around Hannah’s flabby pussy “Oh! Oh Master! My heart!” By now the other maids had attached oxygen tubes to their master’s noses to give them extra help, Hannah cried out “Keep going! Don’t stop! I order you to finish!”

Molly went faster and faster, her chest starting to burn with pain. She felt her arm go numb and grinned, she knew exactly what was happening. But she needed to finish! She must finish! Her head was spinning, but she continued to lick until she couldn’t take any more. She grabbed her arm and fell over on the ground.

Polly saw her sister fall and plopped Jim’s cock out of her mouth and screamed “Sister!” Before she knew it her own heart seized up and she clutched it. “NNN OH!” Polly shrieked the sort of pleasured cry one would get from an orgasam before she too fell, landing next to her sister.

Hearing the two titanic twins kneel over made Hannah and Jim climax.

While they laid there panting and sweating with their hearts beating out of their chests the other maids saw to cleaning up the twins, dragging them away…

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“Yes, thank you,” Disha got off the phone with the hospital. Hannah’s quadruple heart bypass surgery was booked and everything was ready. Hannah and Jim often had to get operations done on their hearts in order to cheat death a little bit longer. While they welcomed death they weren’t ready to die just yet.

There were plenty of maids to feed.

Funerals always meant huge amounts of food and Tabitha was overworked. Her breathing was laboured and she couldn’t stop breaking into a cold sweat. Her red tomato face looked like it could pop. She was absolutely bloated to the point of being uncomfortable and even barking out orders was putting a serious strain on her.

“Come *huff* on!” Tabitha wheezed out, “It’s a double funeral that means double the spread, let’s move it!”

Tabitha’s sweaty fat hands trembled as she cracked open a cold green glass bottle of Coca Cola. She chugged it, she was absolutely parched from her diabetes. She was overworked and overstressed and her skin had turned a sort of jaundiced yellow color. She was going downhill fast.

Several maids went in and out of the grand dining room where the maids and Jim were all feasting away heavily; there were no tables, just soft mattresses. Tearing apart turkeys, digging hands into pies, twisting tongues in each other’s mouths, it was an orgy of food. Hannah watched on, in a rare showing of self control before her operation.

Food and sex, feasting and fucking, just like before maids were assisting Jim going down on a maid, humping with all his might while the enormous man was going down on her. The fatter Jim got the more maids it took to hold the burden of his immense blubber. As Jim went to town he was fed turkey legs like a vile and grotesque king, an Adipose Rex.

“Oh! Oh Jim! Jim! Jim!” The maid screamed as sweat from the blubbery man rained down on her. Jim was so sweaty, so slippery that it strained the maids greatly.

“Hnnng...hnngg!” One maid moaned trying to keep the Jabba’s blubber up. “Hnnn, OH!” Suddenly the roll of fat slipped from the maid’s hand, causing a domino effect of throwing all the maids off and making them lose their grip as well.

“Whoa!” Jim yelled out as the fat man came crashing down on top of her.

“Nmmmph! Mmmph!” The woman struggled under his flab, trying and moving to get free while Jim shouted “Damn it get me off her!” His heart raced in panic as he gasped out for air. “Fuuu!” Jim’s face turned red and then purple before the mass of a man stopped moving.

“Oh! OH!” Hannah gasped out as Disha covered her mouth with an oxygen mask. Underneath her rolls and folds of flab she exploded seeing her husband pass on.

A maid rushed to the kitchen to tell Tabitha.

“What! No! We need more...more…”

The Coca Cola bottle fell to the ground and shattered as Tabitha slumped into her own fat, her overworked heart collapsing on itself.

Three deaths in such a short span, Hannah needed to leave, lest she go too from all the pleasure overflowing her.
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The next day Hannah watched with a lustful smile as Jim was lowered by a crane, a grand piano being the only thing big enough to hold him. Tabitha was in one too and the maid was put in her own sizable coffin.

After the dirt was pushed into Jim’s grave Hannah rolled over and put a rose on his tombstone.

“Oh Jim, you were such a good husband. You were one of the good ones.”

As Hannah rolled off she passed by several graves. Each one happened to have the same name.

Jim.

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“You must think I’m callous and cold to be dating after being widowed so soon, David”

Hannah was having lunch with her new date. Disha, who had a mobile heart monitor attached to her chest, with several suction cups attached to different parts of her, poured the hefty man some fine wine.

David took a sip, “I don’t think it’s callous at all. We all need a lover in our life. I had a heart attack a while back, I know how precious life can be.”

Disha breathed hard as her monitor fluctuated. She took deep breaths, her bloated cheeks blowing in and out like a bloated fat toad.

David looked up at Disha and her suffering eyes.

“That's the thing about wealth, you can afford to get your kicks from things others will have no idea about. Only the depraved like us would understand.”

Hannah smiled and took a bite of her steak.

“I agree...Jim.”

The End.