Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, food, immobility with assistance, talk of pregnancy and impregnation, urine), non-vegan

The in-home caretaker peeks into the bedroom, trying to gauge whether or not her client is awake yet. "Ms. Raccooncat?," she whispers. Her question is greeted by the warm, friendly smile of the fat, raccooncat lady laying in her reinforced bed, her brown, creamy, and white fur-pattern illuminated by the rising sun. A cell phone is held in her paws, which are themselves laid upon the apron of belly spilling past her knees. She replies, "Good morning, dear!," as she sets the phone down on her nightstand. The caretaker smiles back at the over 1,400 pound lady, her sweet demeanor feeling almost infectious, and says, "I’m glad to see you’re awake, ma’am. It’s nice to finally meet you in-person. Would you like breakfast?" The enormously fat raccooncat giggles into her paw, replying, "You can just call me by my first name. Someone who changes my bedpan doesn’t need to be quite so formal." She quickly adds, "And breakfast would be perfect! I’d like a syrupy, buttery stack of waffles, at least a pack of sausage links, and a tall glass of milk. I’ll also have a coffee with heavy cream while I wait; my boyfriend should be back to help feed me by the time everything’s done." The caretaker, while not judging the lady, is taken aback by how calorie-dense her request is. She supposes this is the "hearty, Wisconsinite diet" she mentioned in her emails. Realizing she’s staring, the caretaker quickly replies, "Oh! Sure thing, Freya! Speaking of which, do you need to relieve yourself?" Freya nods with a bashful smile and blush.

About a minute later, the caretaker re-enters Freya’s bedroom with a fresh cup of coffee and a stainless-steel bedpan. She paws her over the coffee before putting nitrile gloves on, and with a more professional tone, asks the fat lady, "Would you prefer me stepping out while you go, or do you think you’ll need more help?" Freya holds the mug of coffee in both paws and takes a sip, resting it on her belly fat. "Honestly, I’d prefer you stay and help. I don’t want to make a mess, and need my sheets and dress changed. At my weight, it’s really hard for me to get it all in without someone else’s help," the fat lady answers. At this point, the caretaker is quickly realizing just how much comfort Freya has with her size, even when it comes to the challenges she faces. She smiles at the bedbound lady and replies, "Of course, Freya. It’ll make certain you don’t make a mess." The caretaker begins by carefully pulling up Freya’s tent-like dress, her paws gently sinking into the lady’s overhang and the fat of her hips as she does. She reaches over to lower her reinforced bed as a safety precaution, before carefully helping the fat lady lift the right side of her body just a little and sliding the bedpan under her rear. By the sound of her breathing, this is particularly exhausting for Freya. The caretaker asks, "Are you alright? We can take a break, if you need it." The fat lady replies through heavy breaths, "Mhm! This is close to exercise for a lady like me, but I suppose my bladder and bowels have to empty sooner or later." The caretaker continues, letting her client’s body weigh down on her paws, allowing her to keep any roll of fat from blocking the path of her urethra. She then says to her, "Alright, Freya! Whenever you’re ready!" As the fat lady’s bladder begins to empty into the pan with a echoing drizzle, the caretaker realizes the coffee mug she grabbed in the kitchen reads, "Proud Mom!" She exclaims, "Oh, you’re a mom?" Freya beams as she replies, "Mhm! A proud mother of seven! They’re all on their own now, but I’m sure you’ll get to meet them when they come visit." She lets out a little giggle before continuing, "We would’ve had a lot more litters over the years, but there’s only so many inches of fat you can put on around your pussy before it becomes impossible to reach. Aiming to become the world’s fattest took priority, if you couldn’t tell." The caretaker looks a little confused. "If you don’t mind me asking, you actually aimed for becoming the world’s fattest?," she asks, using a bit of toilet paper to clean between the lady’s thighs before pulling out the bedpan. Freya answers, "That’s right! It’s a little hard for me to explain, but putting on weight has always felt right for me. My two dreams in life were to become a mother and eventually become the world’s fattest, and I’m so grateful I was able to accomplish both!" The caretaker gives her a little smile back, replying, "Well, I can’t say I understand, but I’m glad you’re happy. Being the fattest in the world is certainly something noteworthy." Freya looks so proud of herself as her caretaker refers to her weight as "noteworthy," replying, "I’d also love so much to be the first in the world to weigh a ton, if I can. I know I’m already in the record books for being the world’s fattest lady, mother, and of course, the world’s fattest overall, and I realize those records are probably going to hold for a very long time, but to be the first ever to reach 2,000 pounds? That’s going to stay around no matter what happens!" As the caretaker happily listens to Freya’s thoughts, she gently pulls her dress back down past her hips. Her overhang still spills out beyond the hem of the midi-dress, but given what she was learning about Freya, it absolutely wasn’t an issue for her. Still, she’s never met a lady quite like her, and with curiosity, asks, "I notice you like wearing dresses of this length, even though your belly hangs out. Do you...hm...sorry, I’m not sure how to phrase this without being insensitive." The jovial fat lady simply giggles again, replying, "I make money performing as a circus fat lady online. I promise you won’t hurt my feelings with a little question, but I still appreciate your consideration." Freya looks down at the belly fat spilling from her dress and continues, "About your half-question, I always say that overhang spilling out of a dress or skirt is such a good fashion choice. I feel so pretty like this!" She pulls her ‘Proud Mom!’ coffee mug from the nightstand and continues, "You know, dear, why don’t you take care of that full bedpan and clean yourself up, then join me for coffee and strawberry cheesecake?" The caretaker nods, growing more comfortable by the minute. As she stands to leave the room, she asks, "Oh, what about breakfast?" Freya give a little wave and says, "The cheesecake will keep me full until my boyfriend gets back home. He’ll help make sure you know all my little meal preferences when you start cooking. Let’s just relax together for a little!" The caretaker nods before leaving, looking forward to spending more time with such an interesting lady. It’s always nice when a client becomes a friend.

The caretaker comes back in with the strawberry cheesecake, some utensils, a couple plates, and her own mug of coffee. She notices the bedroom has furniture not really suitable for use by a lady of her size and weight. The couch did seem to be made to support folks of a very high weight, but not for someone on her way to an eventual 2,000 pounds. The coffee table was out of reach of her bed too. While cutting cheesecake, she asks, "Does...your boyfriend use this furniture?" After another sip of coffee, Freya replies, "Mhm, but not only him. I'm too fat to really ever go out anymore, at least not without a lot of hassle, so I like to keep my bedroom cozy for anyone who comes over to spend time with me." The caretaker paws a big slice of strawberry cheesecake over to her, Freya looking at it with anticipation as she takes the plate. She sets her coffee back down on her nightstand, breaks of a big chunk of cheesecake with her fork, and stuffs it right into her fat face with a heavy blush. She gushes, "I just love cheesecake so much! When I was pregnant, it was one of my most frequent cravings. I think I managed to go up at least 50 pounds in those nine months, if you can believe that!" The caretaker snickers, "I can absolutely believe that," following up by asking, "How much did you weigh when you had your litter?" Freya replies, "I was well over 500 pounds then. I think the pregnancy weight was actually what brought me over 550 pounds, but I'll have to check the world record to give you my exact weight at the time. I was 20 years old, but still as confident in the trajectory of my life as I am today!" Her caretaker comments, "It's sounds so nice to know exactly what you want out of life. I've never met someone who's seemed as content as you do, Freya, and I sincerely mean that." She coos, "Aww, thanks for saying so, dear," following up by holding out her empty plate. "Another slice, please!" As she takes her plate, all the caretaker can think of is how much of a pleasure taking care of this bedbound lady is going to be. Their daily chats were quickly going to become something for her to look forward to.

– Freya Raccooncat (she/her) 💜