Chapter 3 - 3 - an offer she can't refuse

A loud beep rang outside the elevator doors, Eileen drew close attention to it, awaiting the couple's arrival. The metal doors slowly open, with Patrick stepping out first. "Come, Ava, come meet our guest!" he insisted.

The teen watched as a incredibly oversized woman rolled out of the lift in a mobility scooter. Her excess fatty flesh bounced and quivered from crossing the small gap separating the living room floor and elevator. The guest and fiance locked eyes briefly, with Eileen breaking off first, to look at the rest of her morbidly obese lady's features.

"Hello..." the nineteen year old called from across the room, gazing at the woman's pronounced double-chinned face.

"You must be Eileen. My name is Ava." the blonde haired, fat-handicapped woman whirred around the table, and held her chubby, swollen hand out for a handshake.

Now closer, Eileen realized just how huge the woman was. She was almost four times as wide as her, the upper arm fat vastly wider than her thigh. She slowly gazed down, eyes catching wind of the overly strained blue sports-like bra that kept her gigantic girls covered, with bulging fat overflowing around the rims of the fabric. Beneath the breast meat, was two major rolls of gut fat that parted Ava's legs as far and wide as possible, with a massive paunch that hung low, covering her privates and the seat itself. The fiancee's hips were the widest part of her body, with her ballooning rear jutting her back away from the back of the seat. The thighs equally comically oversized, as each limb could contain Eileen's own body weight or more.

"What's wrong?" Ava questioned, as the guest entrancingly stared at her, "Never seen someone this big before?"

"Wha? Oh sorry!" Eileen shook her head, "I, I am sorry... didn't mean to look at you like that..."

"It's fine. I get that a lot." Ava slide the steering console away to reveal the rest of her body to her, "Being my size, it's hard not to be the center of attention," she held her arms out like the letter T, to reveal all of the hanging flab and folds her body carried.

Once again, the visitor looked with amazement, "How could someone get so big?" she thought, then said, "I see..."

"Lemme ask you this, Eileen, I assume you have heard much about me on television..." the blonde rolled to the empty spot at the table.

"No, I mean, I don't really watch TV."

"Have you heard of the show 'My 600 pound life?'"

"Um, I guess, never got around to watch it."

"I was featured in one episode, and even made the news nationally." Ava added.

Eileen looked to the fat lady with curious eyes, "So you made the news and TV with your...size?"

"Not just my size, but how wealthy I am."

"Really?" Eileen muttered in surprise.

"Yes, I'm sure Patrick has mentioned to you about the 'Dream Vision Foundation' and his role there."

"I am one of its' founding members, alongside Patrick here. We're both millionaires, because of our positions."

"But...but how are you able to do things be-"

"-being so big?" Ava finished her words, "Well, I just do the talking and a bit of paperwork, while eating of course, but that's for another time to talk about. I think it's time to eat. This stomach hasn't had anything in hours... and it's killing me right now."

"I take from you it's time to serve the pizza..." Patrick inserted, What would you like, madame Eileen?" he inquired first.

"Uh....I guess pepperoni?" the ginger answered, surprised to get the first slice of pizza. Patrick dropped two large triangular slices on the plate, sliding it to her.

"What would you like, love?" he asked Ava.

"Barbecue, you know it!" the incredibly obese woman gleefully answered, her fat-swathed arms reaching out for the boxes. The gentleman handed her the whole box of pizza, "Oh I see, you don't want me to have a plate..." she commented.

"Seeing that you'll eventually toss it aside, I suppose giving it to you directly would save some time." Patrick kissed the fiancee in the cheek, as she tore open the box to grab a slice.

Eileen watched Ava eat after taking a bite of the juicy, cheezy pizza. "Wow she's like a feeding machine... I can't even eat that quickly!" she said in her mind, then biting her slice once more.

"Okay, finally, I can dine too..." the man of the house took his seat across from the guest. "Eileen, now that you've been acquainted with Ava, I want to discuss to you about a potential change, an opportunity." he states, grabbing a piece of meat pizza.

"Change, opportunity?" Eileen queried, whilst munching and sipping down her food and drink.

Patrick cleaned his mouth and facial hair with a napkin, "Remember I told you that our chance encounter could swing your fortune the other way. This is it. Eileen, I'm offering you a new job. One that could lead a happy and prosperous life for you."

The young adult became confused, "What sort of offer you're saying to me? We've just met, and you're gonna just give me a job? No application?"

"I understand your concerns, but it is of my best judgment through the interactions you have made with Ava and I, that you're a fine candidate for the job at hand."

"What job? I'm dying to know..." the red haired girl insisted.

"It's to be my assistant..." Ava interjected, mouth full of food. "I...I need help with somethings."

"I was getting there, love..." Patrick added, "That being said, I believe you're right person for the job. You mentioned being empathetic towards your father, sticking around him despite his flaws, sacrificing your time and money to keep him happy. That's what we want."

Eileen finished her slice of pizza, then asked, "So, this assistant job...what am I assisting Ava with?"

"Madame, you're going to be a sorta, companion to her daily life tasks... I cannot be home at all times, and well, you, can fill in the holes when I'm gone. We only have medical professionals checking once a day for about an hour, but for the rest, we'll need some help."

Eileen thought of a nursing home when Patrick mentioned about medical professionals, "So, am I going to be some lady that cleans after her?" she argued.

"No, no, no." the man disagreed strongly. "Ava here loves to be as independent as possible, despite her size. The likelihood of you helping her with any grooming or personal matters are very slim. In fact, we have state-of-the-art equipment that will do most, if not all the dirty work for her. We're millionaires, madame Eileen, we've considered everything when it comes to accommodating Ava." Patrick explained in depth.

"Please explain my typical day at this new, 'job'." Eileen inquired.

Ava stopped eating for a moment to explain, "Patty here leaves home around nine in the morning," she took a large swig of soda from the two liter, "...and until about or before five in the evening is when he'll return from his job." Ava resumed consumption of her pizza.

"Yes, for four days of the week, I'll be heading off to the city for my job. On the days i'm off, you're not obligated to show up. However, for the sake of job productivity, you're encouraged."

"Wait... Job productivity?" the girl questioned.

"Even though you're not 'working', you're connecting with Ava and I, helping out and around the house here. It's more like building a relationship. It makes things easier for all of us if we know each other well." Patrick answered.

"Plus..." Ava mumbled with her mouth full, "I get to make a new friend too. We can do stuff together! Eat yummy food!"

Eileen then asked, "What will I do exactly with Ava then?"

"Well, first things first you'd make sure she's had breakfast. If not, then you're going to be responsible for either cooking, or ordering breakfast. She's not picky, and will let you know what she likes. You can cook, right?" the guest nodded in agreement, "...then all the better. "You have experience in housekeeping?"

"Cleaning after my dad, yes..." she answered.

"Excellent. After you've had a meal - which you can partake in too - you can let her do her own things, however, ensuring she has adequate support to let you know if she needs help or not. I do not want to come back to see her in distress. Ava will have your number to let you know of any wants or needs she thinks of. Like I said before, she does her best to be independent, so don't expect many calls. In the afternoon, lunch will need to be served, and that will ultimately be up to you and her as well. Just be sure to serve it properly just like I have done tonight. Once that's all said and done, stick around with her until I return, where I will bring home dinner, or prepare it." Patrick lectured.

"So... I'm just like a babysitter?" the nineteen year old voiced, "That's it?" watching Ava reach for her second box of pizza.

"Ava's not a baby, but if you want to treat it as some sort of sitter, then yes. However, she's the one ultimately the decider of your employment here. If you were to ever offend her, neglect her, or make her uncomfortable, then you'll be terminated. I will have a contract agreement tomorrow if you decide to come back."

"I get it. Seems simple enough." Eileen nodded, biting her second slice of pizza. "What about pay? How you will pay me?"

"Each day, you will call me or Ava when you've arrived here. I will remotely press the garage door opener to let you in. That's when you'll start making money. Once you drive out, that is your 'clock-out'. I suppose, I'll pay you fifteen dollars an hour, with a high chance of pay raises throughout the year. Be good, and you'll get them."

"That's a hellova bit more than my 9.50 an hour..." the redhead thought, "That sounds, good, Patrick." she agreed.

"Great!" Patrick looked at Ava, and noticed the empty box beside her, "She's out eating me, all this talking and I've only eaten one slice! Let's actually eat... we'll talk more later."

With that, the trio focused on eating thier meals, with much less words.