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

Part two

The spring season made for a beautiful funeral.

On the private Ashcroft grounds where they had laid to rest countless family members of the past another ceremony was taking place.

All the staff on hand circled the massive hole as a crane slowly lowered a grand piano box into the double wide opening.

Jim and Hannh sat together holding hands along with Abby’s family, who would be getting her life insurance policy as Abby had stipulated in her will. Every maid that signed on had to take life insurance and make out a legal will, no exceptions.

Jim gave a short speech about how good a person Abby was and many flowers were placed over her grave.

After the ceremony when all the staff had returned to the kitchen Hannah gave Jim a huge kiss.

“Mmmm, baby.” Hannah moaned as she sat down next to her husband on her own walker and made out with him amongst the gravestones.

“There’s no place that gets me hotter on this estate,” Hannah pushed her tongue down his throat as she rubbed his saggy chest, “Soon you’ll be in one of these graves baby.” Hannah rubbed against him, her own face becoming flushed and hot “One day I’ll be in here too.”

“Mmmmph Hannah you’re so freaky,” Jim moaned as he made out with his wife who was bulging out of her black funeral dress that was now unbearingly tight on her pear shaped figure.

A good long marriage was built on common interests, which was manifested in the tombstones of past maids that had served them.

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“You’re such a sexy master!”

In bed Sally was ravishing Jim’s body in kisses, “A sexy fat man!”

Jim laid there like a sack of lard while the newest maid spoiled him. She fed him decadent rich treats that she also ate. It was like a mutual stuffing between master and maid. At 300 she was one of the skinnier maids but Jim’s well observing eye could see the red tint in her cheeks and the wheezes as she excitedly sucked on your nipples. It told him despite her lower weight her body was already ravaged by her obesity.

As he drank a cocktail Jim chuckled as the 22 year old Sally attempted to find his shrunken penis under all his lard.

“You’ll need two other maids to find it honey.”

Still Sally pushed on Jim’s belly blubber, but it overflowed her hands and his great rolls of fat were extremely heavy.

“Hnnnng! Weeeeee!”

Sall squealed while warring against the vast pile of greasy adipose. Jim had finished a chinese feast and was greasy all over. Sally stood back up breathing hard. With erect nipples she declared “Master, you’re too fat to fuck!”

Jim smiled, proud of that very fact, “I told you’d need help. It’s a three to four woman operation.”

“But you can still eat” Sally took a deep breath and positioned her ass to Jim, spreading her cheeks while backing up. Jim went to lapping her pussy and she moaned and moaned, pushing cream puffs down her gullet.

“Oh fuck! I can’t wait till I’m fatter than Abby was!”

“Mmmm! You want to be 500 pounds?”

“Fatter! So fat it kills me!”

Sally had fallen into the cult like mentality of the maids, who strived to outdo the other in size. Many were already dreaming of filling their double wide graves with their double wide asses.

“Stuff you till you drop?”

“Stuff me till my heart explodes!”

Sally gushed in his face as Jim finished her off.

“Mmmmm, Master I think we need to take a bath now. I’ll fetch the fork lift.”

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“Come on, you know we have to match.”

Polly’s stomach was bulging in her uniform as Molly fed her. Molly’s second helpings had packed more weight onto her and now looked visibly fatter than her twin Polly and that would not do.

“You will have to stuff me like a pig then, like you’ve been doing to yourself.”

Molly pushed burgers and fries to her sister, with their tall height and their pixie hair cuts they looked like an obese pair of elves.

“Our weights have to be equal”

“Identical you mean.”

“We wouldn’t be twins overwise.”

Polly ate and ate, getting food on her frilly white apron. Her apron collected whatever food didn't make it in her mouth while her twin stuffed her.

“If you keep packing the pounds on me then I might get fatter than you and then I’d have to stuff you.”

“Oh wouldn’t that just be awful?”

Molly giggled and shoved more food into her sister.

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Mary and Disha were gobbling up chicken left and right. With a staff of a hundred massively obese maids Mary and Disha were among the top most gluttons. They were seduced by the Ashcroft estate, they sold their souls for indulgence by joining this virtual cult.

Their breaks could go for hours stuffing themselves out of their uniforms. Disha was half tempted to take off her clothes, but knew she was still on the clock. She was so horny though, once she was off she would definitely be spending her off time masturbating to her excess.

Mary was just a collection of stretch marks, having started the job thin. In the span of two years she went from ninety eight pounds to an unbelievably massive four hundred and twelve. The Irish Catholic had given up her grace for sinful fat, each sloshing pound represented her sin literally made flesh. Her sins hung from her bod like heavy ripe fruit from a tree, perhaps these could be referred to as the fruits of her labor.

But there was no fruit being consumed, just baskets of greasy fried chicken.

Disgusting noises of heavy breathing, slobber flying, and chomping filled the dining room as the two behemoths gorged.

Mary shoved chicken wings into her garbage disposal mouth at breakneck speed, not even savoring the finger licking flavor. Chew and swallow, chew and swallow until suddenly something got caught in her throat.

“HRRRRRKK!” Mary gasped out while grasping at her throat.

“Mary!” Disha yelled out and struggled to raise her massive ass from her seat. She was so stuffed and bloated she began to sweat, it was such a struggle to get up on a stuffed stomach.

“HRRRRR!!” Mary’s round cheeks turned different colors from bright red to dark blue before she fell backwards, kicking the table up and landing on her back.

“Damn it! Somebody help!!” Disha yelled out, completely unable to stand under her own power.

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“Oh they’re just dropping like flies!”

Hannah and Jim were fucking in celebration while a slew of maids were assisting them. The naked maids didn’t speak, just letting out lewd moans as they breathed heavily while trying to manipulate their master’s blubber so they could even manage the basic mechanics of intercourse.

“Hnnnn oh fuck,” Jim panted and breathed hard against his slapping fat.

“Mmmmmm, she CHOKED to death! She just couldn’t help herself oh! OH! No self control!”

It didn’t take long for Jim to release into his wife and the maids were relieved from having to carry their blubber. Jim and Hannah cuddled together, sweating on top of each other while dismissing the rest of the maids.

The obese maids jiggled out of the room, each one coated in their own sweat as well as their masters. Heading straight to the showers they unwinded under the hot water all while gossiping.

“I can’t believe Mary went out that way”
“I know! What a pig! I’m doing my best to eat myself into the grave and she chokes to death?! What a rip!”
“Miss Hannah gets so worked up when one of us dies, it’s such a workout.”
“It’d be hilarious if one of us died while helping our masters copulate.”

The maids all let out a long dreamy sigh at just the idea.

“I’m only 7 pounds away from 500”
“I can’t seem to break 340, it’s like I’ve plateaued.”
“Don’t worry about it! Just tell Tabitha and she’ll definitely get you over the plateau.”

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Tabitha slowly scooted on her mobility scooter directing all the other maids that were under her authority as the head of the kitchen.

The kitchen was always busy with orders from their masters or other maids. It was hot and humid in the kitchen and Tabitha, a bloated ball of adipose, was drenched in sweat.

“Where is plate #32!” Tabitha bellowed, the kitchen was a high pressure area.

There would be times all her yelling would raise her blood pressure and she’d have to take breaks, always drinking from her soda glass. Her diabetes made Tabitha absolutely parched and she was constantly refilling her glass with Coca Cola. Tabitha reveled in her various ailments, her disease ridden body was indicative of her many years of service. At six hundred and forty pounds of blubber she was even bigger than Jim.

“Plate #32, let’s go!” Tabitha took off his glasses to wipe sweat off them. Her chest rose and fell while she took deep breaths. The high stress made her balloon over the years and it was a miracle she never suffered the big one, the heart attack. It eluded her and the knowing it was coming wouldn’t calm her impatience, it only teased her. She reached for a big handful of salt fries and shoved it in her mouth, trying to calm her nerves.

Plate #32, a full rack of BBQ ribs, was ready and Tabitha took the plate herself. Placing the tray in her scooter’s basket the immoble blob rolled  to Jim’s room where he was in his bed getting a blow job by Sally while three four other maids were lifting his belly for her.

“Hnnn, Fatty Tabi!” Jim moaned as Tabitha rolled over to his side and lifted the cover of the tray. She took one rib and placed it up to Jim’s mouth and he sucked the pork right off the bone.

Tabi patted the center of Jim’s huge got, lifted up like it was; it stood straight out like a mountain of flab. Each pat made a loud meaty sound.

“Eat up James, your wife is trying to feed you to death. You don’t want to disappoint her.”

Jim couldn’t help but smirk, he had been so stuffed and so oversexed he had been placed on oxygen just to keep himself stable.

“No, I don’t, hehe. My death would only bring her to her biggest orgasam. So we mustn’t haste, you have to fatten me to death.”

Tabitha fed Jim rib after rib, the full rack of ribs quickly becoming nothing more than a snack for the ravenous fat man.

“It’ll only be a matter of time James, your heart is so weak. The last heart attack was just the worst.”

Jim’s small fat cock twitched in Sally’s mouth and she lewdly moaned from behind the giant wall of belly lard that separated her from Jim’s sight. Tabitha fed the fat man, stroked his jiggly tummy, and encouraged him on.

“Eat James, eat all you can. If you’re still alive it means you're not fat enough.”

Pork fell off the bone and landed on Jim’s enormous man boobs, dirtying the lardy man up.

After the eighth rib his full packed gut pressed down on him and he cummed into Sally’s mouth, who then broke off from his prick and rose from behind his belly. She wiped a bit of cum from the side of her lips and swallowed, smiling wide she thanked him.

“Thank you for cumming in my mouth, master.”

Jim finally finished the ribs and had to rest. A pile of bones rested on the tray. Like Timpleton after his fair binge Jim rubbed his sloshing obese belly and smacked his BBQ sauce coated lips.

“Mmmm, thank you Tabitha.”

Tabitha stroked his middle too, “You just take a nap. Hopefully your heart finally goes in your sleep, you fat pig.”

Jim only chuckled while he rested his eyes before nodding off to sleep.

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The east wing of the mansion was dedicated to the roster of maids. It was where their dorms were and was generally a lounge where they could unwind.

In the center of the wing was a large industrial scale with a big red digital read out where a long line of maids waited to weigh themselves.

Sally fideted while she waited in line, nervous as could be.

“I hope I put on weight,” Sall muttered to herself while she adjusted her frilly black and white maid dress. She reached under her dress to adjust her tight pantyhose and her hand brushed her new fupa and she shuddered.

In front of her and behind her she heard maids whine and complain about standing for so long. Even Sall felt discomfort in her feet while she waited. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find relief. It did fill her with confidence knowing how sore her fat little feet were. She patted her bulging burgeoning belly with a smile on her face; it was all this weight she was putting on.

She saw ahead of her Disha was stepping on the scale and was shocked when it jumped to 466.

“Woo hoo!” Disha threw her arms up which lifted the back of her frill dress slightly, showing all the other maids her even wider brown rump that was tearing holes in her pantyhose. “I’m coming for you Mary!”

Sally furrowed her brow and pouted, envious of Disha’s added girth, she looked so sickly. “She looks like a walking stroke.”

It was true, after Disha watched her partner Mary choke to death it filled the bloated Indian with a drive to grow even faster, she dedicated her hardening arteries to her deceased friend. Her efforts were definitely paying off as evident by the deep breath she took just stepping off the scale and the wince on her face that came from having her huge barrel sized cellulite thighs coming down on her knees. The sensation of 466 pounds of heavy lard crushing her joints made her pussy twitch.

Soon enough it was Sally’s turn to get on the scale.

“Finally,” Sally grunted, moving up towards the platform. She had waited in line for a long time and she was relieved to finally get her turn. As she stepped up on the scale and waited for the read out she rubbed her hands over the bulge of her belly. She was only 300 when she joined the mansion; just average for the Ashford estate but so big outside the mansion’s walls in the real world.

372.4

Seventy two pounds! Her eyes went wide while she stepped off while her round face bore a huge grin.

She shuffled over to the long couch and plopped down on her back; moaning when she felt her body bob up and down like waves of flab.

“So huge!”

Sally wantonly shoved her hand past the ruffles of her maid dress and rubbed her thick pussy through her bloomers. In the real world Sally had been mocked and scolded for her obesity, when she was first tipped off about her masters she could hardly believe such a place existed. It was heaven, being rewarded for being fat, for having health issues. Jim and Hannah were every bit as sweet over her budding health problems as her doctors had been mean.

The other maids giggled and watched the wanton masturbating maid, the newbies were always the most entertaining with how much they got into it. Being able to let go and be encouraged to be wanton was always an overwhelming experience for them.

“Fuuuuck! K-kill me with LARD!”

At that moment Sally gasped and squirted in her bloomers. Her round flushed face sighed contently while she sunk into her own comfy fat. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer just from masturbating, Sally could practically hear it going. Her pussy throbbed again and the out of breath Sally could only grin while puffing for air.

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“Mmmm, you’re such good girls.”

Hannah, Polly, and Molly were having a greasy fried lunch of fried chicken, french fries, and onion rings. Plenty of ranch and ketchup were on hand as the greasy blob that was Hannah Ashcroft watched the two maids feed each other.

“Your dedication to kill yourselves is inspirational to the rest of the maids.”

Molly and Polly were sweating profusely, their rampant obesity coated their bodies with so much insulating lard they were constantly perspiring. The lights made the tubby twins sweaty forms look extra slimy, like they were two Jabba the Hutts.

“We have to be matching in everything, including health problems.”

Moly pushed a fry into Polly’s mouth, “Polly has high blood pressure, but I do not.”

Polly put a chicken leg to Molly’s mouth who took a big bite and moaned, “And Molly is diabeetic, but I am not. As twins we should be matching in life…” Polly paused to feed Molly three onion rings who finished her sentence “...And in death.”

Hannah took a drink of a malt milkshake and her round face lit up, “That’s the spirit.” Hannah was the first one to slow down, grimacing she massaged her chest.

“Ooof, that’s what Atherosclerosis will do,” Hannah winced and tapped her chest with her fist. Both Polly and Molly watched urgently at Hannah undoing her shirt. “It would be wonderful if you had a heart attack right here Master,” Molly said with her sister nodding and agreeing “All that fatty plaque in your arteries is so sexy. I hope my hypertension can get as bad as yours master.”

Polly then took a pack of cigarettes from her white apron and put one in her master’s mouth. “Here master, smoke this. Tobacco increases the development of plaque.”

Molly lit Hannah’s cigarette and Hannah puffed in delight, “Thank you girls, you know so much.”

They giggled with Molly saying “Of course we do,” and Polly adding “We’re a bunch of greaseballs. I’m pretty sure a third of the staff have coronary heart disease.”

Hannah blew smoke and chuckled, “Only a third? Tisk tisk, that is rather disappointing, I would want all my wonderful maids to be walking heart attacks.”

The maids gasped and started to gorge. “We will be Master!” Molly cried out as Polly added extra salt to the food, “We’ll triple our effort! We’ll go to our graves yet!”

Hannah rested while she smoked her cigarette. She was just joking, but the girls seemed to think she had been serious. Watching them stuff themselves she wanted to tell them she was being facetious, but at the same time it intrigued her to see how much further this could go…