Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 40-42.

by BigBirgd74

From her conversations with the doctor Melissa had expected some changes in Dahlia since the last time they had laid eyes on one another. Though his descriptions were not terribly detailed, he had said enough to give her a rough idea of what to expect. But this! This, she did not expect. A few days into her stay at the clinic and Melissa could scarcely believe her own eyes as she watched her sister needlessly busy herself in the already clean room. Clearly she was in the throes of some deviant fantasy that had completely eclipsed her better judgement and was using every opportunity she could to parade herself in front of the ‘stranger’.

As she manoeuvred about, her cheap dress pulled tightly on her waist and thighs, her large melon-like breasts created an odd silhouette as she bent over and they merged with her fat belly into one huge round mass. It was truly staggering how much weight she had piled on in a few months. Melissa reflected on just how much willpower it would have taken for Dahlia to do that to herself. Could she not see what was happening? Her body, a picture of slender beauty, seemed to have burst open, unable to contain the fat that now covered her. The changes were so many and so profound that Melissa struggled to take it all in. She wondered if she would have recognised her own sister had she not been told it was her in advance.

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 38-39.

by BigBird74

One week into the new guest’s stay in the clinic and Dahlia was feeling a sense of anti-climax. Her fantasies had revolved around the mystery guest turning out to be a woman of great beauty, someone surrounded by an air of superiority, dripping class and refinement. Instead she looked more like an Egyptian mummy, heavily bandaged all over her body. Dahlia speculated what could have happened to her: could it have been the result of a serious accident? The doctor said nothing and her one attempt to get information from Ms. Nechita had ended in her being scolded for her unprofessional conduct.

Still, as the days passed, further clues emerged as some of the bandages were lifted. Though no expert on the matter, Dahlia recognised some of what she saw. For a few years now, she had been considering whether or not to go under the surgeon’s knife. As the ravages of time slowly caught up with her, she had begun to look into what would have been involved had she chosen that route. Ageing is a cruel process. For those worried about what others may think - and Dahlia clearly did - it became increasingly difficult to reconcile themselves with the ageing image presented in the mirror. The slow creeping process seemed to stop some months, only for a new line, crease or blemish to present itself the following one. Dahlia’s obsessing over it did not help of course, spending too long looking for new problems to try and counter. No-one around her appreciated the turmoil inside her head. To them she was a very lucky woman, who barely looked her age.

Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapter 24.

by Jackie J

It would be just over a month before the move to Buckshire manor and whilst Emily was becoming a most competent maid it did not seem right somehow and Annabella wondered if it ever would. Emily did not complain oddly enough she seemed to be happy. Strange but Annabella was more content than happy she had more time with little Raymond which was nice, but it seemed sometime since she had laughed and her man with her all the time looking for things to do around the house was certainly strange. Perhaps it would be different at this Buckshire manor place, but Annabella was not totally convinced. It would be a new world a world she did not know. Emily had done her best and Annabella had learned quickly, outwardly yes, she would be a lady in anyone’s eyes, but internally, in her thoughts, she was a maid.

Annabella had spent some time reading the diaries that Emily had given her. A window on the girl she had been, the girl Emily wished her to become again.  She had missed her mother terribly and blamed her father and from reading, something never reconciled. Her father’s second wife the new Countess of Buckshire manor, Constance, was never accepted by her and a deep loathing was evident without reading between the lines. Spoiled she had been for sure, wanting for nothing but a sadness ran through the text. Her cousin Emily was mentioned on a number of pages a hint of frustration at her mimicking, dresses copied, her hairstyle but an amusing anecdote of letting Emily take her place at a summer ball. It was clear that the idea of becoming a maid gestated over time until it became an obsession. The later entries detailing that she had decided to actually force the housekeeper of Buckshire manor, Miss Jarvis, to conspire and collude with her to fulfil such a strange ambition. 

Her father and Countess would be leaving for the retreat in Switzerland with the domestic staff with only the housekeeper remaining at the manor. Cryptic entries reflected her enthusiasm and preparation even a note suspecting her stepmother was aware of her scheming was not seen to be a deterrent. There was no hint of permanency indicated, along with the feelings of compelled degradation she craved, and wished to experience it was, at the outset, to embarrass her father. On his return from Switzerland he would find his pampered princess reduced to the rank of maid. It was clear this shock intended to bring on a worsening of his fragile health, even his demise. Annabella could not recognise anything of herself in the writings, the author spoiled, conceited, arrogant and with little respect for others. No doubt many of her contemporaries would have been happy to see her reduced permanently to the status of maid and as Emily had explained, the Countess, her stepmother, had indeed sought such an outcome to steal her inheritance.

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 36-37.

by BigBird74

Dahlia kept one eye on her former room over the next few days to see if and when the new patient would arrive. Meanwhile her daily routine continued: up at 6.30am; breakfast at 7.30; cleaning until 11.30, when she stopped to eat lunch; cleaning until 4.30pm; and free time till 6.00, when she had her evening meal. The routine was so entrenched that deviating from it, even for a few minutes, proved unsettling for her. Dahlia’s rigid nature went hand-in-hand with her iron will, which in turn explained how she had maintained her low calorie diet and exercise regime for so long. Now her focus had changed and she was instead sticking diligently to her timetable of cleaning while looking forward to her three large meals.

It felt good eating, repeatedly filling herself to the brim and achieving a forbidden sense of fullness. This was not without cost. As her appetite expanded, Dahlia found she had to eat more to gain the same satisfaction. While heavier, more calorific foods sated her growing hunger more than others, she only felt truly happy when her belly pressed outwards, tight against her cheap polyester dress. Only in this bloated state did she feel like she feel ‘right’, sensing that she was investing herself fully into her role as Petra and making the most of her treatment.

Still, for the past few days, her overeating had stepped up a level. The fact that a new guest would see her – albeit dressed as Petra – worried Dahlia. Voicing her fears to Ms Nechita, Dahlia was reassured by the mature housekeeper that the new guest would never recognise her in her wig, glasses and uniform. Naturally Ms Nechita was careful not to mention the substantial layer of fat now surrounding her body, which was threatening to burst at the seams and render her utterly unrecognisable whether she wore her disguise or not.