This choice: She made a whole new offer. • Go Back...Chapter #4New Living Arrangements by: Unknown "How about this..." Elaine says slowly, reclining in her chair with her messy hands behind her head. John can see her long, unshaven armpit hair peeking out of her short sleeves, accompanied by a fresh wave of swampy armpit sweat stank; it takes every ounce of his willpower to keep from retching. "You sound like you're in a pretty bad way right now, and I think there's a better way to help you than just letting you struggle. I can ignore this months rent, and give you a place to stay that's probably a hell of a lot nicer than what you're living in, if you want it that is..." This sounded too good to be true.
"Where would that be?" John ventured to ask.
"You'd be living with me." Elaine said with a huge, yellowing grin.
"I-I'm sorry?"
"You heard me. I'll put you up at my place while you try to get yourself back on your feet. It's a roof over your head, place to sleep, things to eat... even some feminine company... all things you seem to be running low on at the moment."
The stunned man had no idea how to react to this. On one hand, what she said was true; he barely had enough money for food, and was getting sick of sleeping on that old shitty mattress every night (he chose to ignore that "feminine company" remark). But on the other hand, would he actually allow himself to stoop so low as to live with this disgusting woman? Her workspace alone was abhorrent; what could her home be like?! It's also uncharacteristically kind of her to offer something like this.
"Are... Are you sure you can't just give me more time to pay the rent?" he asked, hoping for an alternative. "Really, I promise I can pay it all back, I just need to find a job."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she snaps. "Are you too good for my hospitality?"
"Uh, n-no, I didn't--! I'm sorry if you, uhh, if you took it that way, it's just, well..." John stammered, not expecting her to react that way, "I'm just, you know, used to where I am now. Shifting everything so suddenly might be a bit much."
"Well, look at it this way," Elaine said slowly, seeming a bit irritated by him avoiding her offer, "what happens if that job disappears too? You'll be right back here asking for another extension. Or if you don't find a job at all? I can overlook one month, but after a while it'll start becoming a problem."
"I mean, I guess there's that possibility..." She's not going to make it easy to get out of this.
"Well, the offer is there. Otherwise, unless you have the rent money, you'll be living on the streets." Damnit, she's got him trapped. He definitely doesn't have the money, but would living with her really be better than being homeless?
"...And I wouldn't have to pay rent if I lived with you?" John finally asked after considering his options.
"Well, you'll of course be doing a few chores for me; I can't have you entirely freeloading off of me," she said, grinning in a way John certainly didn't like. "But yes, you won't pay me a cent. It's the least I can do for somebody in your situation."
Her offer was both enticing and repulsive at the same time, and it was tearing John apart, much to Elaine's delight. She knew she could manipulate him since he was the only person in the apartment complex naïve enough to visit her in person.
John sighed, seeing no alternative; as sick as this woman made him, he figured having food and a bed would be better than utter poverty. "Then... I guess I'll live with you," he said quietly, avoiding her delighted gaze.
"Oh wonderful!" she said. "See, that wasn't such a hard decision now was it? Have your things packed up by six tonight when I leave, and I'll show you to your new home..." Something told John the peanut butter wasn't why she was licking her lips just then.
His few remaining belongings packed up in his suitcase, John looked around his dismal little apartment one last time. He certainly wouldn't miss this place, that's for sure, but it didn't mean he would like the next place any better. He just needed to live without expenses until he could find a new job to afford a place of his own again, preferably one not under Elaine's jurisdiction. Once six o'clock rolled around, he made his way back to the bottom floor to meet his new roommate lumbering out of her office. She grinned as he approached, pieces of something she'd been snacking on stuck in her teeth.
"I think you're going to love living with me," she said, leading him out of the building. It's a muggy, humid evening, which makes walking behind Elaine a nightmare. There are rivers of sweat running into the plumber's crack sticking out of the back of her slacks, and in return her crack emits the stench of her horrible swamp ass. Being downwind from her, the odor is like teargas to poor John. Remembering her reaction earlier, he tried to suppress his reactions to avoid insulting her.
Even though the walk to Elaine's place was only ten minutes, John already felt like he needed a shower by the time they got there. It felt like her stink had permeated his entire body after being surrounded by it for so long, not to mention crammed into an elevator with her to get to her penthouse floor. So this was where all his money had been going to.
"Welcome home," she says, unlocking the door and leading John in. He's utterly shocked by the state of the interior. It's... clean?! He expected it to be a complete dump, but it looked like any regular high class apartment.
"So, this is the place, huh...?" John said, looking around with an air of skepticism. Something was definitely off here. For one, he notices it's terribly hot in here; shouldn't this place have air conditioning?
"Mhm," Elane nodded from behind him. She locked the door behind them, adding to John's concern. "Now, before you get all comfy, we're gonna establish some ground rules." He suddenly felt a shadow looming over him, and turned around to see Elaine with a cold smile on her face. He tried to slowly step away from her, but she continually matched him with steps forward until she had him backed against a wall. He could feel the sweat on her huge gut soaking through both her shirt and his, making his skin crawl.
"Rule one: you don't leave without me. That door doesn't open either direction without my key, so don't even try it." Her hot breath reeked of all kinds of nastiness as it flowed into John's nostrils.
"Rule two: While I'm at work, your job is to keep this place sparkling clean. Especially the bathroom; a queen needs a clean throne. You'll also have breakfast ready when I wake up, my lunch ready when I leave, and dinner on the table when I get home. Bad things happen when I go hungry." As she said this, her huge stomach rumbled loudly, shaking John's entire body to reinforce the message.
"Rule three: when I'm home, make yourself useful. My feet get sore on the walk here and back, so I'll need nightly foot massages. I also expect you to take the place of tissues and toilet paper; I don't want to spend money on them if I don't have to. And lastly, I'm a woman with needs, and if I haven't brought home a date it'll your job to satisfy them. And I can tell you now I'm not nearly as easy as that little girlfriend of yours probably was; you're gonna work hard."
"Finally, rule four: do not touch the thermostat or the shower. My doctor says it's important to sweat out my toxins, so I keep it at a constant 90° in here. And I'm not wasting perfectly good water to wash your little twig body, so if you really need a shower yourself, you come to me about it. Any questions?"
John couldn't even bring himself to form words. What this woman just described to him was the most degrading form of slavery imaginable. Surely she couldn't be serious about all this, could she?!
"You... I... you're serious...?" he stammered, his eyes wide.
"Well, break one of the rules..." she said in a low voice. She the moved her face down until it was inches away from his own. "See what happens..." As humid and nasty as her breath was, her words sent chills down John's spine.
After sufficiently terrorizing her little toy, Elaine stepped back from him, smiling smugly. While he was still in shock, she began unbuttoning her blouse, freeing her gigantic gut and melon sized tits before him. Her strip show continued as she unbuttoned her barely fitting pants, letting those too drop to the floor, along with a huge pair of underwear drenched with sweat. She then sank her massive cellulite ass into the couch and turned on the TV as if this were any normal day.
"Oh yeah, I also make it a point to go around naked at home," she explained. "Clothes are restricting; I need my beautiful body to be free to expand as much as it likes."
"Come on now, rule three," she says impatiently, reclining with her legs spread and her filthy fat feet on the coffee table. Her armpits evidently weren't the only place she's never shaved; a massive jungle of slimy, tangled, black pubic hair is bursting from her crotch; she probably had more hair on her cunt than John had on his whole body. "Make yourself useful, bitch boy. Earn your keep."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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