Chapter 40 - a mansion, the creator, and a doctor

Ava watched her friends and lover step into the woods, leaving her to conduct the plans. She looked at the Tesla, as large and roomy it was, the experience with the back seats made her anxious to squeeze into the driver's seat. A hint of curiosity and excitement filled her however from opening the driver side door. Knowing her size limitations, she moved the seat to its' furthest position, lowering as well to ensure the most leg and belly room possible.
"Alright, girl... you can do this. Just, get in the car, drive it in, and just lie...lie... easy as eating pie, right?" she attempted to reassure herself, hobbling sideways to lift her legs into the vehicle.
"God... this is going to be tougher than I thought." Ava cursed under her breath, the combination of her tree trunk legs, expansive posterior and protruding double layered belly made it a incredibly tight squeeze. Now with both legs 'in' the car, she reached for the door, and closed it - only for her adipose riddled hips and thighs rejecting it. "Damn. Too big... too fat..." she huffed. As much as she wanted to be aroused, the morbidly obese blonde knew her friends were counting on her. With one coordinated heave, she lifted her hips and legs with the door closing, allowing the latch to click and officially shut the door.

"Phew." she audibly voiced, turning on the engine and proceeding to drive down the paved street deep into the forest. Her stomach pressed against the steering wheel, as her arms had to fight with her melon mammaries to steer the car. "Ugh, any fatter and I won't be able to drive..." Ava said to herself, stopping at a gate with a speaker mounted on the right side. "I sure hope doing this won't get me killed..."
Rolling down the window, a male voice greeted her, "Welcome to Newman Manor, please state your business." he demanded.
"I'm here to see Joseph Newman, for 'Sweet Dreams'" Ava answered.
"I will check with Mr. Newman to see if you're expected, what is your name?"
Ava thought quickly of a random name to give, "Sarah Smith" she answered.
"Alright, I'll see if you're expected..." a couple of minutes passed, "...Unfortunately you're-Hey! What did I say about turning potential visitors down!?" A voice called in the background of the speaker, "Sarah?" the man's voice was immediately recognized by the twenty three year old. It was indeed the creator himself, as she last heard his voice from the commercial a few nights ago.
"Y-yes?" Ava responded.
"You're here because you want to have 'Sweet Dream'?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Then come on in..."

The gate opened, and Ava proceeded into the large property, eventually ending in a small roundabout driveway, where a multi story grey brick mansion loomed.
"My goodness, this place is huge... It's like a castle!" she thought, parking the car at the front entrance. Her blue eyes took note of two black suited guards standing above the front entrance on large overhead balcony, smoking cigarettes. Ava cut the electric power from the car and opened the door, struggling to get herself free from the seat. "Ack... geezus..." she complained, rocking back and forth and pulling herself outwards until freedom. "If I don't die from these people, then surely being stuck will be the end of me.." she jokingly thought, shuffling outwards to close the door. Ava sent a quick message to Patrick about the security at the front entrance before proceeding to the entrance of the building itself.
"Damn..." the fat lady looked ahead, noticing the half-story amount of steps she had to ascend before getting to double doors. The extremely obese blonde lifted her legs, one by one, ascending each step precariously, as she had no side rail to help. Her fat swayed and bounce against gravity as the woman had to deal with the thing she seldom faced at the resort. After what had seemed to be a minor workout, she reached the top, and pressed the doorbell. "Shoot... my apartment is in the second story..." she remembered, out of breath from the incident.

The door opened, revealing a brown-grey haired, green polo and khaki clad man. "Sarah Smith?" he asked.
"That's me." Ava smiled, with a hint of anxiety.
The man held his hand out, "My name is Joseph Newman, a pleasure to meet you in this cool morning." Ava shook his hand, "So, you desire 'Sweet Dreams'?" the middle aged adult scanned her corpulent body.
"Y-Yes." she agreed. "I...I dream of being thinner..." she admitted, lying to herself.
"Ah, perhaps I might be able to fulfill your dream, come inside, and we'll get started with a health evaluation." he opened the doors wide to let her in.
Stepping inside, Ava was in awe at the gothic themed masonry the main chamber had, two curved staircases on each side of her led up three levels, each of which had individual hallways.
"This place is huge!" Ava exclaimed.
"I figured you'd say that, "I am a fan of the sorta-dark castle aesthetic, and modeled this place as as so. We're not actually going up the stairs, if you're curious. We're going to head downstairs and into my laboratory."

Joseph dillgenty moved ahead, to the end of the main room where a set of stairs that led down. "Come, Sarah, not too much from here." he commented. Once the waddling woman met him, the two descended, Ava carefully clutched the handrail as her balance was tested with the additional hundreds of pounds of fat swaying and weighing her down. At the bottom, Ava was led into a small room, akin to a doctor's office check up room, with medical bed and all.
"Have a seat here, and someone will be here in a moment." the man ordered, pointing to the bed. Once Ava sat down, he departed the room, seemingly in a rush.
"He's a quick one..." she said to herself, pulling out her phone, and updating Patrick, mentioning the only security she saw was at the front entrance, and ensuring to him her safety.

A few minutes passed before another knock alerted her. Entering the room was a brunette woman clad in a doctor's jacket and scrubs.
"Hi, my name is Doctor Taylor Calloway, I'm the medical evaluator in Joseph Newman's laboratory, you are Sarah Smith, correct?" she took a seat in front of the obese woman, clipboard in hand.
"I am." Ava answered.
"Good, now, I am going to do multiple tests on you to find out if you're healthy enough to receive Mr. Newman's work. First, we're going to find out your height and weight, then blood pressure, heart rate, and finally blood sample collection." she instructed.
"Okay...." the quarter ton blonde agreed, with a hint of worry.
"Before I begin, I am going to need your signature, as with it, we can begin with consent." the woman handed her the clipboard with a pen. "Sign at the bottom."

Ava looked at the intimidating paper, filled with medical and legal jargon she couldn't comprehend, signing the document anyways to proceed.
"Good, good..." the doctor rose, "Sarah, could you stand on that scale for me?"
"Y-yes." the large blonde agreed, heaving herself up, and shifting to the standing scale, and planting her feet on it.
"Five hundred and eleven pounds." Taylor announced, "You're well past the limits of class three obesity..." she added. "It wouldn't harm to at least manage your diet...and even after 'Sweet Dreams', if you somehow return to your old lifestyle, you'll gain all this weight back. " Ava took in the words as a compliment, resisting the urge to smile. "Remain standing, as from there I can calculate your height." The doctor then used a wall apparatus to measure the twenty three year old's current stature.
"A little over six foot three..." Taylor wrote on her clipboard, "You can have a seat now, Sarah."
Ava happily sat down, taking in the embarrassing realization of her weight and size, made from a medical professional. The white garbed lady then picked up a manual blood pressure cuff, and slid her rolling chair to Ava.

"Next, your blood pressure. The doctor attempted to wrap the cuff around Ava's saddlebag arms, easily failing at the task. Realizing that, the professional extracted the largest size cuff she had, and barely managing to fit it on the enormous blonde. Taylor inflated the cuff, listening in for her pulse, until she deflated it.
"One twenty seven over sixty nine..." the woman announced, face filled with surprise, "I...I don't think that's correct, mind if I try again?"
"Um...yes?" Ava confusingly agreed, and with that she flipped to her other arm to perform the test again.
"One twenty two over sixty one..." the doctor said.
"Something concerning?" Ava queried.

"I'm impressed, despite your extreme weight, you're blood pressure seems unaffected..." she pressed down on Ava's wrist for thirty seconds, "Your heart rate too... at sixty eight beats a minute. Next I'm going to check your lungs, please breath deeply as I check you with my stethoscope." Taylor ordered. Ava resisted the urge to giggle as the soft metal grazed her fatty folds and tissue on her back as the doctor performed her exam.
"Lungs sound good, lastly I'm going to extract a blood sample." she pulled out a small container filled with needles and vials, extracting the items needed to perform her task.
"Uh... do we have to?" Ava questioned anxiously, as she gets nervous with needles.
"Yes, we need to know in depth how healthy your body is. This is the only way to do so." she began to wrap a tourniquet around Ava's large arm, disinfecting a site with an alcohol swab.
"O-okay..." the over five hundred pound woman cringed as Taylor didn't give a warning before sticking the needle into her swollen flesh. "Ow!" she yelped, the doctor immediately drew blood into the multi colored tubes. Once done, she extracted the needle and planted a band aid.
"There, wasn't too bad, right?" the professional asked, as Ava heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm going to take the results and look at it with my fellows. Someone will return to guide you to the next phase, Sarah. For now, stay put here." the woman picked up the items and left