Samantha & Abbi (Commission pic)

Hey everyone. Here's a little pic I was commissioned to create by https://www.deviantart.com/kewlkidz

Meet Samantha Gomez, reclusive multimillionaire. The way the commissioner described these two characters and their backstory really fired my imagination, and helped me with the pic. Below is the first part in of the story, written by the commissioner, which he has very generously given me permission to post here!

Samantha & Abbi
By Kewlkidz

The sink was nearly cleared of dirty dishes after about an hour of washing. Abigail had spent a good part of the Monday morning cleaning up the reclusive Malibu mansion of dirty dishes and other daily tasks. She had done a spectacular job along with the rest of her staff for maintaining such an enormous home. Being one of the most expensive homes in the U.S. estimated around a hundred million dollars, it was by far the dream home for almost anyone. An indoor and outdoor pool with an amazing view of the Californian coastline was a necessity for the price tag. Throw in a 12 car garage, luxurious bathrooms and bedrooms made from the finest materials on the planet, and a master bedroom that could be its own apartment and this home was certainly in a class of its own. 

It wasn’t until a mysterious multi-millionaire bought the land and developed it to be more like a palace that it would garner attention among the one percent of America for being an incredible home. Unfortunately for Abigail the home wasn’t hers to do with as she pleased. She was merely the head servant for the homeowner who hired her to maintain it. The reclusive multi-millionaire currently laid asleep upstairs in the master bedroom waiting to be woken from her slumber. Many of the wealthy elite of California wanted to know who was the owner so they could possibly offer to buy the home for its status. The owner remained in mystery for the past few years since it’s construction. 

“Abbi, her breakfast is ready” informed Maria, one of the servants. 

“Ugh, fine I’ll go wake her up.” Moaned Abigail. 

She was unfortunately brought back down to reality, and had to do her job. To start she had to wake her mistress. After a few minutes she arrived on the fourth floor and entered the master bedroom only to find her boss still fast asleep. Thankfully for Abigail, she didn’t need to pull away any of the bedsheets as her boss opted not to use any of the posh sheets. Abigail took in the sight of her and was simply stunned.

Samantha Gomez, the twenty six year old reclusive multi-millionaire who was the real homeowner laid bare on the enormous Versace king size bed. Her feet were plump and her toes were chubby with evidence of a recent pedicure. Her thighs were immense, similar to tree trunks as they were thicker beyond belief. Sam’s hips were incredibly wide to accommodate an enormous belly which looked liked a small mountain. Her titanic breasts sat above her belly, and while many women who boasted such a chest were fake, Sam’s chest was certainly real. Her arms were plump and ample with her hands being chubby too. Her nails colored in a dusted gold color-way. Lastly, her face was perfectly sculptured with her iconic round  chin and chiseled facial features. Her narrow hazel eyes completed her beautiful face the only imperfection being a double chin below as a result of her diet. Abigail remembered when Samantha truly resembled a multi-millionaire and not the whale of a woman she was now. No one would have expected that the overfed woman was the real multi-millionaire of rumors. 

“Sam, your breakfast is ready, should I send Maria and Rebecca to assist you?” said Abigail.

“I’m fine, I’ll be in the dining room momentarily” moaned Samantha, as she was still in the process of waking up. Abigail quickly nodded and scurried out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly open behind her. As she finally got her bearings, Samantha wished she had scolded Abbi for calling her Sam. She was used to being called Mistress or Ms Gomez by everyone except Abbi. It had been years since anyone had called her any different. Ever since she had acquired her fortune eight years ago, Sam had constructed the most lavish, privileged, and pampered lifestyle she could with her three hundred million dollar fortune. She had done so in order to hide her humble lower middle class upbringings and the fact that she was once a mere maid. Abbi was the only one that truly knew the real Samantha from years past. 

The bed creaked as she shifted her bulk in order to sit at the edge of it. Samantha struggled to move herself and her bulk into a sitting position. However once she finally did, she had wished that she had said yes for the extra assistance Abbi offered. Samantha couldn’t believe it had taken her a few minutes just to get up from her bed. The imported Italian bed groaned a sigh of relief as Sam finally transitioned her weight onto her legs as she began to head downstairs for breakfast. Just as she was about to open the door, she caught her reflection in the mirror beside the door which garnered her attention. As she stood in front of the mirror, Samantha was shocked to see what was before her. Being dressed scantily clad in a turquoise Chanel bikini, there was nothing hiding her true form. Although she knew she had not boasted the once envied body of old, she had not expected to be as big as she was. Her embellished limbs, ripe with fat were massive even for her. Her legs wobbled with huge saddle bags of girth wrapping around them. Even more importantly her pristine gut was bulging in a fashion greater than her ex-husband’s! Her bulging belly, was perfectly taut and round without a single flaw. However, unlike other people of somewhat comparable size, Sam’s belly was different. Since she constantly had spa treatments done to her on a daily basis, many of the expensive oils and creams she used had eliminated any sign of stretch marks. Despite having a perfectly rotund tummy with no signs of ruined skin, she had despised the size of it the most as it reminded her of ex-husband. But now…. She was undoubtedly larger than he ever was! Samantha must have been at least two hundred pounds heavier than him by now. It was ironic now that she had become the very thing she had made fun of. Her eyes turned back into the mirror as a rumbling noise came from within her. Down within the depths of her belly was her stomach, and it was hungry. The rumbling continued even during the multi-millionaire’s revelation. 
“Oh my god… how did I let this happen?” whined Samantha as she used her hands to explore more of her overfed body. 

“I think I need to hold back a little. It must be that gold-encrusted ice cream I’ve been having” whined Samantha, now upset at having to put a limit on her perfect lifestyle. Throughout the enormous mega mansion, Sam had pictures of her older self scattered about. The envied woman in those pictures was long gone. The biggest thing about her in those pictures was her large double F cup breasts and ample ass and hips. Those seductive features were long gone now as they were buried on top of mountains of fat and girth. 

“Maybe I should get liposuction instead, these past few dinners have been amazing” wondered Sam, as she was looking for an easy way to avoid exercising and eating healthy.

“No more eating five meals a day, or snacking, I need to hold back before I burst or… or…” stammered Samantha, as she finally put her chubby feet down in protest against her embellished state. Her face was full of worry as she now was realizing just how big she had gotten. Being mere moments away from finally breaking free from a five year gluttonous trance, a divine smell creeped through her bedroom doorway. The smell danced circles around her until she finally got a whiff of this morning’s breakfast. The smell of fresh crepes, sizzling bacon, and a bakery full of fresh goods were strong enough to throw Sam back into a hungry state. She quivered at the smell, and moaned. Without hesitation she made her way downstairs on the elevator near her bedroom. Making her way to the dining room, Samantha was greeted by a table full of specially prepared meals just for her. The gluttonous multi-millionaire took in the sight of her morning meal. It looked absolutely divine and mouth watering. A breakfast fit for a family of four, it had every imaginable item, from a plate of several Nutella filled crepes to a basket of jelly filled glazed donuts, there was certainly no wrong choice. With her mouth now drooling, she began to dig in to her bountiful meal. 

An hour later…

The reclusive Samantha Gomez was now pinned in her chair as she was busy digesting the lavish breakfast. She was currently being moved outdoors to her pool, where she would recline and rest after such a large meal. Of course, she wouldn’t dare waste her strength to walk herself but called upon her staff to move her instead. It took the strength of three servants from Abbi’s team to move their mistress outdoors into her pool side cabana. When the job was done, Abbigail and her kitchen team began to clean up the mess Sam had made in the dining room. Carrying a belly full of breakfast, Samantha was beginning to have other ideas.

“Mmmm, maybe I should I take a nap, I deserve it anyways” moaned the Cuban. 
Her body began to feel snuggly warm as sleep began to take hold. The warm Californian sun aided her drowsiness as she fell fast asleep.…

She woke up an hour later, feeling much better, or so she thought. The silk pillows around her served as a great base to aid her in getting up but she was surprised to find that she couldn’t get upright. She tried several times but felt as if there was something hard in front of her. Little did she know that the lower end of her paunch where her breakfast was still digesting was in the way. In a last ditch effort, Sam threw out her ring encrusted hand to try and get rid of whatever object was preventing her from getting up. Her hand went a third of the way over her pristine gut until she go no farther. The effort had exhausted the Cuban as she tried to hold on to her gut to not lose the progress she made. Having little to no physical strength, Samantha found herself conceding the battle and let go of her belly. Having to recline and lost a lot of energy, she proceeded to huff out Abbi’s name. Abbi came to her aid in a nonchalant way, she could care less about what other trivial task Sam was about to assign her. 

“Yes, Sam?” Responded Abbi, now annoyed that she had tend to her mistress again.
“I need….. help….. getting up.” Panted Samantha, now completely exhausted from her previous effort.

Abbi then immediately called three of co-workers to come out and grab different sections of their mistress. Of course Sam was no help at all, but was deadweight as the three lowly maids struggled to lift Samantha up from her cabana. Eventually their effort bore fruit and helped her stand. She had also needed to them to help her maintain her initiate balance as her belly wobbled about with a mind of its own. Meanwhile while all this was happening, Abbigail was inside preparing a special cake to give to Sam. She made sure to put edible gold and strawberries which were a particular weakness for Sam. However she was not asked to do so or made it out of good spirit. For some time now, Abbigail had been secretly feeding Samantha extra goodies after her large meals. She had done so in order to help her weight skyrocket. Abbigail planned to secretly steal Sam’s fortune away from like she had done to her many years ago. By over feeding her, she aimed for Sam to eventually become so reliant on her that she’d be forced to let her run her estate. By making the Cuban obscenely overweight she’d also hoped it would make her lazier and careless with her fortune. Abbigail wanted control of the investment firm that had maintained Sam’s ridiculous lifestyle and the remaining hefty fortune she had stolen as well. Abbigail knew the truth that Samantha’s fortune was stolen from her ex-husband by being nothing more than a snake. Abigail made her way outside with cake in hand, easily spotting the Cuban whale the minute she stepped out. 

“Mistress, the bakery staff had overestimated the amount of food that they had made for breakfast. Would you care to have a little bit of this cake?” politely asked Abbigail

“Well…. I’m not sure…. I don’t think I have room….” said Samantha, completely unsure of having more to eat. She sent a delicate left hand to inspect her stuffed belly, attempting to estimate the room within it.

“Of course mistress, I’ll go leave this in the break room for the others to have some.” said Abbigail as she slowly walked away trying to bait Samantha into her trap.

“Wait! I think I’ve changed my mind!” blubbered out Sam. She was foolish to fall for it as her gluttony truly showed. Abbigail smirked as her prey got caught in her trap.
Samantha made her way to a sofa underneath a pool umbrella as she prepared for her snack. Abbigail stood from afar watching Samantha eat her cake, she wondered how much she paid that tailor from Chanel to even make alternations to her current bikini. The famous logo was unnoticeable on her bikini bottoms, as her thighs and ass had swallowed much of the expensive French cloth. When she finally finished the cake, she was absolutely dazed. 
“OHHH! My belly!” whined Samantha as the great behemoth of a gut was filled to the brim with expensive and rich food. The meal itself had cost her at least a few thousand dollars, more than Abbigail was paid in nearly half a year’s salary. She continued to watch from afar, watching the Cuban whale, squirm under the weight of her gluttony. Meanwhile, Samantha clutched at her overfed belly, curling her chubby toes at the feeling of being overstuffed. But then her stomach began a slow rumble which caught her attention.

“What’s happening, what’s my belly doing?” Worried Samantha, as she was now spectator to her own body. She then began to fear for the worst. 

“No… It can’t be! My belly can’t possibly burst, that’s impossible” cried Sam as the rumbling was beginning to reach its climax
“Abbi! Someone! Help me!” Cried out Samantha as the rumbling ended with a cute little burp. Beyond relieved, Sam feared for the end as her flanks were covered sweat, unsure of the result of the rumbling. From the second floor balcony, Abbigail had a wide grin on her face. She may have lost the battle but was certainly winning the war.