Once Marc reached the door of his new mistress, he spent a minute standing outside it in dread. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to work up the courage to knock. Daisy was far from the worst mistress in the league, he had heard horror stories about fighters like Dominique or the "Glory Gator" that made his skin crawl. However, by the sounds of it, she was still a hundred times more dangerous than his old mistress. He let out a sigh, he missed her. Sure he'd only known her for a month and was essentially her slave... and she kept accidentally sitting on him... and had even nearly eaten him once when he had fallen into her breakfast... But putting all that aside, she'd been nice and had always apologized after injuring him.
Still, there was no use dwelling on the past or delaying the inevitable. Marc drew himself up and knocked on the door. The ground started to shake and Marc immediately rethought the benefits of delaying the inevitable. The door swung open and his new mistress stood before him.
Daisy was colossal, an obese, pig anthro who stood over twenty-five feet tall. Her ass was so massive that her daisy dukes rode up so far that it almost looked like she was wearing a thong. She was dressed as a cowgirl, wearing a white hat and cowboy boots. A white sports bra was all she wore under her yellow vest, her impressive cleavage was smattered with freckles like the ones on her cheeks. Remnants of her lunch covered her face and stained her clothes. She apparently ate like... Well, a pig. When she saw Marc, Daisy broke into a big smile.
"Well lookie here!" she said in a southern drawl. "I got me a gentleman caller!"
Marc blinked. "What? No! I--"
"No need to be shy, darlin'. Come on in and let Daisy show you some hospitality," Daisy said, bending down and scooping Marc up to crush him in a bear hug.
Marc struggled for breath as he was squeezed against pig flab and flailed ineffectually as the pig woman pulled him inside her room and locked the door behind them. The inside of her room looked like a cross between a barn and a gym. The wooden walls were painted red, straw covered the floor. One half of the room contained a massive mattress, a feeding trough in place of a dinner table with a massive hay bale standing in for a chair. The trough was filled to the brim with an assortment of foods, everything from burgers and pizzas to cakes and ice cream. The other half of the room was filled with weights and exercise equipment. Dirty clothes and food remnants littered the room.
"Hope you don't mind my living arrangements," she said. "It's rough bein' away from home and family. But now that I got a new lil boyfriend to keep me company, maybe I won't be so homesick!"
Marc finally managed to break free of her fat for a second to say, "Miss Daisy, there's been a mistake! I'm your new helper, not--"
Daisy let out an uproarious laugh, occasionally snorting as she did so, causing her layers of fat to jiggle. "Well, shoot. I know that, darlin'! You just looked so cute and scared, I couldn't help pullin' your leg!"
Daisy let him go, causing Marc to fall on the floor, landing on his ass. Daisy let out a grunt as she plopped herself back on her hay bale. She reached into her trough and pulled out a whole cake which she eagerly ate half of in one bite.
"You know," she said with her mouth full, "I got a good feeling about you! I'm not one to judge a book by its cover, but you got a mighty cover, if I do say so myself! Let's hope your the lucky charm I need." She paused in eating the rest of her cake and scrunched up her face as if she tasted something bad. "Hopefully, you're a better helper than the last one they sent me."
"Why?" Marc asked, getting to his feet. "What was wrong with him?"
"Little bastard suckered me in with his friendliness and eagerness to help. I was one match away from breaking into the Gold Division and all of a sudden I got the worst losing streak of my life! I hate losing!" she said, smushing the cake in a fist. She began licking the chocolate off her fingers.
"Um... what happened to him?" Marc asked, already fearing the answer.
Daisy fixed her blue eyes on him--they were surprisingly beautiful--and smiled. With her free hand, she patted her bloated stomach and a second later let out a herculean belch. Marc gulped.
"Let's forget about that lil' jerk," Daisy said. "I gotta full schedule lined up for you today, darlin'! Gotta break you in, somehow! There's a match coming up and I got new moves to practice. And there's loads of chores for you to get working on. This place is a sty!" she said then laughed and snorted at her own joke. "Now did I write first on your list?"
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