The money has finally run out

After months of living the high life, Milly has burned through Hilda's fortune.

"You're broke, girl," Milly gripes as she drags two overladen suitcases down the stairs (each one filled to the brim with what had once been he best, most expensive part of Hilda's wardrobe). "You've got nothing left!"

Hilda looks at her mistress in utter confusion. "B-but..."

"It's all gone," Milly interrupts her. "Look hon, you're a good lay. The things you do with your tongue? MMMM, goosebumps. But the fact of the matter is, I've got expensive tastes, and frankly, you can't give me what I want. Not any more."

"B-but..." Hilda stammers again, a knot forming in the pit of her (expansive) tummy.

"It's been fun, sweetie, but it's time to go," Milly says as she guides her porky, submissive, and still naked slut towards the keep's exit. "Besides, I sold the keep yesterday, so you can't stay here any more."

"But you promised to take care of me!" Hilda whines as she's pushed out the door, falling face first to the ground (luckily her fall is cushioned by her fabulously fat and squishy breasts).

"I promised you freedom from your old life," Milly corrects, as she stands in the doorway. "And seeing how you are now free of all your old possessions, titles, and property, I'd say my work here is done. So long!"

And with that, Milly slams the door on Hilda, leaving the completely nude woman, penniless, possessionless, and homeless.

The blubbery ex-noble stands there in utter shock as the gravity of her situation sets in.

"I... I've lost everything!" Hilda stammers as a cool wind blows across her exposed body, making her blush and shiver as her nipples harden and her pussy moistens. "W-what am I gonna do?!"