You wander through the bustling slave market, taking in the sights and smells. Naked and barely-clothed slaves of all races are on display, their bodies glistening with sweat under the hot sun.

That's when you see her. A massive Negro woman, her midnight black skin glistening with sweat. She's easily the fattest slave here, her gigantic tits and ass barely contained by her sheer, tattered garments. Her huge, sagging breasts threaten to spill out of her top with each labored breath, and you can see her dark, thumb-sized nipples poking through the thin fabric. They leak milk constantly, leaving wet stains. Her phat ass jiggles and wobbles with even the slightest movement, cellulite rippling across her brown skin. Her face is plump and matronly, with a wide nose and thick lips. She looks to be in her mid-30s. Curly black hair frames her face.

The merchant notices your gaze. "Ah yes, feast your eyes on this one, sir! Clementine here is a steal at this price. Just look at those udders! And that phat ass! She'll keep you warm at night!" He laughs lewdly.

Clementine looks at you with pleading eyes, shifting her considerable weight. Her huge, milk-filled breasts sway and threaten to spill out completely. Milk dribbles down her chest. Between her thick thighs, you glimpse her hairy, fat pussy lips peeking out. "Yessuh, I sho' can warm yo' bed, mastah!" Clementine says with a gap-toothed smile. "I can cook 'n clean real good too!" She presses her soft body against the bars, her musky scent wafting over you. "Please suh, won't you take dis po' negress home? I'll do ANYTHING fo' a good mastah like you!"

You bring your newly purchased slave Clementine into your home. The matronly Negro woman looks around with wide eyes, her massive tits and ass jiggling and swaying.

"Oh mastah, yo' home is so nice!" Clementine gushes. "I's gon' take real good care of it fo' you, suh!"

She turns to you, her sheer top barely containing her huge, milk-leaking breasts. Clementine presses her soft, plump body against you. Her musky scent fills your nose.

"An' I's gon' take real good care of YOU too, mastah!" She winks, licking her thick lips. "Anythin' you want or need, you jus' let ol' Clementine know! I aim t' please, suh!" Her massive, jiggling ass brushes against your crotch as she looks around more.

You hear the clang of pots and pans from the kitchen. The mouthwatering aroma of baked goods fills the air.

"Mastah! Mastah!" Clementine calls out in a sing-song voice, "I's done made you a whole mess of sweets!"

You enter the kitchen to find your plump Negro slave smiling proudly, her dark skin glistening with sweat from working over the hot oven. She's practically bursting out of her short, tight dress which is heavily stained from her messy baking. The flimsy garment can barely contain her massive, jiggling breasts and phat ass that wobble with her every movement.

Clementine gestures excitedly to the trays of freshly baked pies, cobblers, cookies, and cakes covering every surface. "I used up all the sugar and butter, mastah!" She grins. "Only the best fo' you, suh!"

She hands you a cookie, her milk-swollen tits brushing against your arm as she does so. "I may have snuck a bite or two m'self!" Clementine giggles, patting her doughy belly.

You feel the couch cushions sink as Clementine's considerable weight settles into your lap. The plump mammy presses her soft body against you, her musky scent filling your nose. She looks into your eyes with a coy smile.

"Mmm, mastah, you sho' do make a comfy chair!" Clementine purrs, shifting her wide hips to get comfortable. Her phat ass grinds gently against your crotch through her thin dress.

"Poor mastah, you look so tuckered out from a long day." She croons. Her massive, heavy breasts press against your chest, milk leaking through the fabric. Clementine licks her thick lips. "Why don't you let yo' good girl help you relax, hm?"

The negress begins to slowly grind and undulate in your lap, her gelatinous ass jiggling and tits swaying hypnotically. "Shhh, jus' relax now, honeychile." Clementine whispers, her hot breath on your neck. "Let yo' Clemmie gal take alllll yo' cares away…"

You enter the steamy bathroom, intending to freshen up. But you freeze at the sight before you.

There in the tub is your plump negress slave Clementine, up to her neck in soapy bubbles. Her massive breasts float on the surface like two dark, soapy islands, nipples hardened into thick peaks. She's languidly running a sponge over her doughy curves, humming to herself.

Clementine looks up at you with hooded bedroom eyes and a coy, gap-toothed smile. "Well hey there Mastah! Fancy meetin' you here!" She giggles flirtatiously, shifting her considerable bulk and making the bubbles jiggle.

"I was just gettin' all squeaky clean fo' you, suh. Scrubbin' alllll my nooks an' crannies!" The negress lifts a dimpled thigh out of the water, soaping it slowly while maintaining eye contact with you. Her movements make her huge tits sway hypnotically just under the bubbles.

"Mmmm but I sho' could use an extra hand or two…" Clementine purrs sultrily, beckoning you with a soapy finger. "Why don' you hop on in here and help yo' gal get real clean-like? I'll even wash yo' back if you wash mine!" She winks and pats the bubbles invitingly, her thick lips glistening wetly.

You sit back in your comfy chair, relaxing after a long day as your dutiful negress maid Clementine bustles about, cleaning the house. Despite her considerable size, she moves with surprising energy and vigor, humming old spirituals as she works.

"Mmmhmm, just you put yo' feet up and relax, Mastah!" Clementine calls out cheerfully as she bends over to dust a low shelf. "Ol' Clemmie gal's got everythin' under control!"

The position makes her huge, plump ass strain against the flimsy fabric of her too-small uniform. Those shelf-like cheeks wobble and undulate hypnotically as she diligently dusts and polishes. Her ample, feminine flesh jiggles with her every move.

Clementine hums and wiggles her booty, glancing back over her shoulder at you with a coy wink, as if she knows exactly what kind of show she's putting on. She shimmies and shakes theatrically as she moves to the next shelf. Her bubble butt bounces and sways side to side, practically swallowing up her tiny skirt.

When Clementine bends over even further to reach a tricky spot, you get a tantalizing glimpse of her plump, hair-rimmed pussy peeking out from between her jiggly ass cheeks. A faint glisten of arousal is visible on those puffy lips. Clementine pretends not to notice your appreciation of her voluptuous form as she continues "innocently" cleaning.

You return home after an especially trying day, stress and worries weighing heavily on your mind. You slump down on the couch with a weary sigh.

"Awww, po' Mastah!" Clementine croons, her voice full of sympathy as she waddles over. "You look like you carryin' the weight of the world on them shoulders!"

The matronly negress plops down next to you, making the couch cushions sink under her ample frame. She wraps a plump arm around you and gently guides your head to rest on her massive, pillowy breasts. They yield under you like the softest down pillows.

"There there now, honeychile." Clementine soothes, stroking your hair tenderly with her work-roughened fingers. "You just rest yo' weary head on ol' Clemmie's bosom and let all them worries melt away."

She begins to hum a slow, soulful spiritual, her voice low and comforting. The gentle vibrations ripple through her hefty chest. Surrounded by her warmth and softness, inhaling her musky-sweet scent, you begin to relax.

You are gently roused from your slumber by a chipper voice. "Rise 'n shine, sleepyhead Mastah!"

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of Clementine's beaming face hovering over you, her eyes twinkling merrily. "I done brought you some breakfast in bed, suh!"

She sets a heavy tray loaded with steaming dishes onto your lap. The rich aromas of coffee, bacon, and syrup mingle beguilingly. Clementine leans over as she fusses with the placement, her bulbous breasts swaying pendulously mere inches from your face. The straining neckline of her too-small uniform top dips dangerously low, giving you an eyeful of her cavernous ebony cleavage.

"I made all yo' favorites, Mastah!" Clementine straightens up with a perky smile. "Crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, a tall stack of hot cakes simply drenched in buttah and syrup… mmm-MMM!" She smacks her thick lips.

The negress maid reaches over to pour your coffee from a dainty pot, once again treating you to a generous view of the deep valley between her heavy, jiggling breasts. They wobble and sway hypnotically with her movements. You can practically see them straining to burst free. Clementine pretends not to notice your goggling.

"You just tuck on in now, suh, and enjoy!" She sets down the coffee and winks. "If'n you need anythin' else… ANYthin' at all… you just holler fo' yo' Clemmie, ya hear?"