This was the spot: a luxury apartment with a "help wwanted: seekin company." advert. And you accepted the offer since you needed the money. You cross the door to be met by an obese spectacled seadweller laying on the couch, the furniture bending and creaking under his weight, his flabby body having plenty of stretch marks on his moobs, ass and stomach. He was only wearing stockings and boxer shorts, lazily rubbing his large belly before adressing you with some flatulence.

"PFBBBRRT! you're here for the advvert, right? wwelcome." He asks you with a Self assured smile, his blubber jiggling slightly with the movement before he pats his gut and gets up with a huff.