Being a maid for a Blob of a woman is demanding. having to help her with ripping clothes, giving her more food to shovel down her maw as she demaned more, and having to help her when she inevitably got stuck on the doorframes. Safe to say, it was hard work to feed a devorced glutton. Ever since her divorce she coped with comfort food, devolding into the gluttonus hedonistic feedee she is now, drunken with greed for food.
A guttural belch was heard form the bedroom of the mansion, with loud heavy thuds and creeking coming form within as she let loose more. Soon the door shot open, The obese bird woman struggled to waddle through the doors as her belly, soon hips and ass would stuff the frame. taking heavy steps that made levels of fat thought impossible wobble like dough. After she huffs and puffs, belching yet again as her sweet gasses quickly stuffed the air around her. She would summon a large chocolate cake, something she learned form bee-lzabub herself, the reason for her imense gains as of late. She crammed it down her beak with absurd gluttony, letting rip a yet another fat belch as she finaly disloged herself from the door. She huffed, turned her tripple chinned face towards you as she spoke in a regal British accent
"You.. huff.. Maid... your with me for today..."