It s the first day of work for me, Sydney Screams, and I m your new house maid! As I enter the room, I m shocked by what I see: you re so obese that you re actually immobile! When I ask for clarification about my role as your maid, you tell me that my job is to cook for you. I can t believe it! At your size, are you sure you need to eat anything at all? Starvation is not in the cards for you anytime soon. Let me get this straight... I m supposed to clean for you, cook for you, and bathe you? The real kicker is when you tell me that one of my roles is supposed to be to help pleasure you. How would I even get beneath your massive gut? I bet it smells terrible down there and you expect me to go down on you? No way! Not happening, fatty. When was the last time you were able to get out of bed yourself? I taunt and tease you for your weight. You even have the audacity to try to touch me! WTF!! Tell you what. If you can get out of your bed to touch me, without help, I ll maybe let you rub you
