Miss Patty's (female) birthday blubber

Brandi sat on her bed, naked except for a huge pair of underwear.  She lazily watched YouTube videos on her laptop, Lets Plays of people playing video games.  Her mouth was working.  She was chewing.  A box of Little Debbie Swiss Rolls was sitting on her bedside table, and Brandi was cramming one into her mouth, having already eaten the other one in the package.  Chocolate smeared the corners of her lips, and the cream oozed from her mouth as she chewed.  She swallowed hugely.  "Buuuurrp," she belched low under her breath.  Then she reached into the box for another package of Swiss Rolls, opened it up, and resumed eating.

Brandi was 12 years old--no, not any more.  Today, Brandi was 13.  It was her birthday.  She was a pale-skinned girl with blonde hair and green eyes.  But the most noticeable thing about Brandi is that she was fat.  No, not just fat.  Brandi was immense.  Gigantic.  Brandi was massively obese.  Without clothes on, her vast bulk was on display for all the world to see, huge acres of white, swollen flab.  It started with her face.  Her short haircut led down to huge, fat cheeks, fatter than ever, bulging things that made her face round and bloated, and which sagged down into hanging jowls.  Below these was her massive double chin, a bulging wattle of fat that hung down so low it obscured most of her neck, and gave her a wide, doughy jawline.

Brandi's immense upper arms jiggled and rippled, bloated with fat instead of with muscle, and they sagged down over elbow joints, just above her pudgy forearms.  In between her arms, you could really see Brandi's immense breasts without a shirt on.  They were very big and very heavy for her age, and they actually gave her visible cleavage as they bulged out in front of her, resting on her belly.  That belly.  It was the biggest thing on Brandi, swelling massively out in front of her, hugely wide and massive in size.  It was feet and feet of pale fat, marked here and there by some stretch marks that glowed red.  The belly actually rested on the bed, cushioned by the mattress, because it was so big that it sagged all the way down to where she was sitting.

Her belly was so big that she had to spread her massive legs apart to give it room.  Each thigh was huge and fat, wider around than most girls' waists, and when she stood they touched to the knee and sagged down onto her fat, hamlike calves.

*PPRRTT*

"Mrmf," mumbled Brandi as she farted.  From behind you could see her swollen, oozing folds of back fat, the back bulgings of her huge belly, which gave her a tremendous circumference.  And you could see her enormous ass, not as big as her belly but still gigantic.  Her white underwear did not fully contain it, two gigantic flabby buttocks that oozed across the bed.  Brandi had such a wide seat.  She took up more space than most adults, when she was seated on the couch.

Brandi had finished eating the next two Swiss Rolls.  So she automatically reached into the box for another set.  Instantly, instinctively, Brandi unwrapped the Swiss Rolls, and ate another one, smearing chocolate on her lips as she chewed.

"Oh, Brandi!" said her mother.  Her mother, Carol, came into the room.  She had short-cut blonde hair and was very thin.  She was in her mid-30s.  Brandi was her only child, and she loved to spoil her.  She smiled at her daughter tenderly as she saw her there, so huge, on the bed.  "Hey, birthday girl, the guests are going to be here soon.  Time to get dressed."

"Jusht a minught," mumbled Brandi, mouth full of snack cake.

"Finish your little treat, Brandi, but we really have to get going."

Brandi lazily, luxuriously ate her way through the last Swiss Roll.  It was so tasty.  Not as good as Miss Patty's food, of course, but the sugary sweetness and the buzz of artificial flavors filled her with pleasure.  But she ate it soon enough.  "Ungh," she grunted, hauling herself up off the bed.  When she stood, her belly sagged well over her privates, covering the front of her underwear as it drooped onto her thighs.

Carol eyed her with an experienced gaze.  "Hmm," she said.  "I THINK you have gotten just a little bit bigger in the last couple of weeks, so we'll need to test your belts to see how they fit.  Put your khakis and your polo shirt on."

Brandi waddled, lazily, to her closet.  She retrieved a truly gigantic pair of khaki pants and slid them up her legs.  They were relatively new, so they, at least, fit, and their enormous waistband was sufficient to encompass her entire girth.  Then she searched around for her polo shirt. She wanted to wear the green one today; green was her favorite color.  She pulled it down.  This was about half a year older, and Carol winced as she wondered if it was going to fit.

In the end, it did fit, but it was tight.  Brandi tucked the polo into her pants and buttoned the pants up.  The tightness of the polo meant that the entire huge expanse of her gut was on fully display, highlighted in bright green; in fact, some of her belly fat bulged over the waistband of the pants, as big as they were, and the polo highlighted that.  The polo also separated and highlighted her flabby breasts, giving her a rack bigger than even most fully grown women.  Her nipples were faintly visible.  But, at least, it covered her.

"Now, your belts..." said Carol.  She pulled out three large belts from her closet.  "Let's try the smallest one first."

"That's not gonna fit," said Brandi, casually resting her hands on her belly.

"Just humor me, sweetie."  So she began to slide the belt through the loops.  Brandi, of course, was right: the smallest belt barely made it three-quarters of the way around Brandi's gigantic waistline.  It was only about a year old, but it was already useless.  "Now, for the middle one," she said, slipping the belt through the loops.  This one fared better.  It actually got through all of the loops.  But when Carol came to buckle it, she grimaced.  This middle belt was just a little too short.  The first hole couldn't be made to buckle.  Carol tugged--

"Uhhhngh," grunted Brandi as her huge midsection was pinched.

"Come on, come on, sweetie..."

"Ohh, mom, that's... oof, too tight," she whined.

She sighed.  "I guess you're right."  So she retrieved the biggest belt.  This one was more than big enough; it was a truly huge belt that they had custom-ordered from a specialty shop.  It was so big that there was more than enough length, and Carol was easily able to fasten the buckle to the third hole.

"Ahh," sighed Brandi, feeling comfortable, breathing out and causing the belt to creak a little from her belly expanding.

Carol clucked her tongue.  "My, my, birthday girl, what a BIG girl you've become.  We're going to have to order all your clothes online soon, I don't think the husky girl stores sell clothes in the sizes that you've started growing into."  But Carol smiled, and pinched her piglike cheek, and kissed her gently.  "But you deserve only the best."

"Aww," Brandi cooed, and she kissed her mom also.  "Is Miss Patty gonna be here soon?"

"Yep.  It was so nice of her to cater your party.  Her prices were so reasonable, too."

"Mrmf, mmm, yum yum," said Brandi, licking her lips as the corners of her mouth became wet with drool.  Thinking of Miss Patty triggered her appetite, and she waddled over to her bedside table.  She dug into the box of Swiss Rolls and fished out another package.

"Now, sweetie, please do get your shoes and socks on," said her mother, leaving the room.  "The guests are going to be here any minute."

Brandi ate every last Swiss Roll in the box.  Then she put her shoes and socks on, and she waddled into the living room, where banners and streamers had been set up announcing her 13th birthday.  Her father, Vance, was blowing up a balloon.  Vance was relatively skinny, too; he had brown hair and green eyes.  He saw his daughter’s enormous body coming into the room, her huge belly leading the way through the door.  He smiled.  "How's the birthday girl?"

"Fine, dad," said Brandi.  "I'm hungry.  Can I have a snack?"

"Sure, princess," said Vance.  "The guests should start arriving soon, but if you feel the need, there's some cookies in the kitchen."

Brandi licked her lips.  She waggled her chubby fingers and waddled for the kitchen, massive, bloated butt cheeks bouncing and jiggling behind her in her pants.  Brandi assumed that the cookies were in the cookie jar, and sure enough, the jar was filled with peanut butter cookies.  Brandi leaned into the counter to grab some, and her hefty, shapeless breasts oozed and puddled onto the counter as she did.  She began cramming cookies into her mouth, excited and happy to be eating.  It was as if the entire box of Swiss Rolls she'd eaten a few minutes ago didn't exist at all.

"Yes, yes, she's right in here."

Brandi turned in time to see a very pretty woman in her 20s walk into the room.  She had olive skin and dark hair.  "Mrnrnm!" she mumbled, spilling crumbs down her front.  "Miss Patty!"

Patty hissed in a breath of arousal as she saw Brandi, looking almost like an elephant or a hippo she was so big, her girth only accentuated by the tight green polo she wore.  "Hey there, birthday girl!" she said happily.  She walked in close, and gave Brandi a tender, intimate pat on her belly.  "Looks like someone's getting a head start on the birthday feast."

"You know it!" said Brandi, putting her fat hands on her huge hips, proudly thrusting out her gigantic belly.  "I'm gonna eat the entire day long."

"That's my girl," said Patty softly, brushing her porcine cheek.  "Thaaaat's my girl..."

"Mmm, mmm, yum yum," said Brandi, thrills racing up her spine.  "What did you bring for me, Miss Patty?  What did you bring me to eat?"

"Oh, so much stuff," said Patty with a wink.  "I've got fried chicken, I've got french fries, I've got cheeseburgers... I wanted to celebrate your special day, so I went all out!"

"Oohhh," moaned Brandi, a dollop of drool escaping her mouth and dripping down onto her massive belly.

"And of course I made TWO cakes, since I know my big girl can't get by with just ONE."

"Uuuhhnn," grunted Brandi.  She rubbed her stomach in anticipation.  "I'm gonna go wash my hands, and then we can start eating!"  And she waddled away.  Patty bit her lip as she watched her go, noticing the new, increased size of her bottom.  She'd been growing recently.  Patty had been increasing her portion sizes again when she came over to her house, making sure that when she left she was always stuffed to the gills.

"I'm so glad you're here, Patty," said Carol.  "I'm going to need help, to make this work.  There's only about six kids coming, but it should still be a big deal.  And of course Brandi herself can be quite a handful."

"Don't worry, Carol," said Patty.  "I'm on hand to take care of her.  She deserves it."

"Yes, yes, our little princess deserves only the best," said Carol.  The doorbell rang.  "Ah, that will be them now!  Fortunately all the decorations are done.  Do start bringing in the food!"

"You got it," said Patty.  She followed Carol to the door.  It swung open.

"Hey, kids!" said Carol.  A mix of 11 year olds, 12 year olds, and 13 year olds stood in front of her, two girls and four boys.  "Zach, Mabry, Mason, Hunter, Christoph, and Karen.  Nice to see you all!"

"Hey, Mrs. Weatherford," said Zach.  The rest of them waved.  Patty moved past them to get to her car.

"Where's Brandi?" asked Mabry.

"She should be out any minute, she just went to wash her hands."  Carol looked up, past the children.  "Oh, hello there, Kendra, David, thanks for stopping by!"

Kendra and David were Mason's parents.  They were about the same age as Carol and Vance.  "Happy to help, Carol," said Kendra.  "How's the birthday girl?"

"Excited," laughed Carol.  "And hungry!  She's been a little piggy all day!"

"Hah... little," said Kendra, making a somewhat worried expression.

"Hey guys!" cried Brandi, waddling into view of the door. She was easily the fattest of them all.  Christoph and Mason were a bit chubby, but Brandi was more than three times their size.  She actually bumped into Zach with her huge belly, but Zach didn't mind.  None of the kids really minded.  Brandi had always been a bigger kid, and they'd had a front row seat to her enormous weight gain over the last few years.  They were used to it by now.

But Kendra, at least, winced to see her.  "Oh, ah, nice pants, Brandi," she said.

"Thanks, Mrs. Kritchford!" said Brandi.  "They're new!"

"Nice shirt, too," said Kendra.  Then she dared to say, "It's a little... uh, tight, isn't it?"

"I'm a big girl!" said Brandi, laughing, making her flabby, unsupported breasts jiggle beneath her shirt.

"Okay, okay," said Patty.  "Who wants fried chicken and burgers?"  She was carrying two massive boxes, and the sight of her elicited cheers from the assembled children.

"All right, let's just get underway," said Carol.  "Vance!  Vance?  Come on, the food's ready and the kids are here!"

"Coming, coming," said Vance, emerging from the bowels of the house; he had changed into nicer slacks and a button-front shirt, just as Carol had put on a nicer dress.

"You ready to EAT, Brandi?" said Patty excitedly.

"Ohh, ohh, mmm," hummed Brandi, forgetting about all the kids around her for a moment as thoughts of food filled her mind.

"Oh, sweetie, do be careful," said Carol, using a handkerchief to dab up some drool from the corner of Brandi's mouth.

"Let's go, let's go, let's eat!" said Brandi, waddling after Patty.  Her huge belly led the way before her, jutting out visibly in front of her, bouncing and swaying a bit in front of her.

Brandi ponderously waddled past Patty out into the sitting room, where several tables had been set up and covered with chequered tablecloths.  Patty set all the food into the kitchen and headed back out to her car to get the rest of it.  She was trembling.  Brandi looked ready to burst, she was so fat and bloated.  She wondered if she'd gotten so big around that she couldn't rest her hands against her sides any more.  She hadn't really seen her doing it.

"I'm here!" said Patty, coming with the rest of the food back through the house into the sitting room.  Brandi was milling around with the other kids, with her parents, and with Mason's parents.  "All the food's in.  We can sit down and get started."

"Hear that, kids?" said Carol.  "It's lunchtime!"

A cheer went up.  They all began to divide among the tables.  Patty bit her lip as she saw Brandi waddling towards one of the chairs, which looked more than a little narrow and fragile.  She stifled a moan of arousal before going to Carol and saying, "Oh, uh, Carol, you might want to make sure Brandi can, ah, FIT onto just one chair.  Her bottom's pretty big these days."

Carol took a look at the wide, jutting, lazily wobbling ass of her daughter and nodded.  "Right.  Good observation!"  She grabbed another chair from the wall.  "Oh, Brandi, sweetie, let's have you sitting in two chairs, just to be sure."

"Okay, Mom!" said Brandi, allowing her mother to help her settle into the two seats.  "Ah," she sighed contentedly, happy to be off her feet.  She'd been standing or walking for close to half an hour now, and it was a lot of work for her to haul her huge body around.

Patty stifled a moan as she saw Brandi from behind.  Her enormous, khaki-clad butt cheeks were bulging through the holes in the backs of the chairs.  The buttocks also took up a surprising amount of space on the two seats.  Brandi didn't overflow them ('Not YET,' thought Patty in the back of her mind), but for a 13-year-old girl, her ass took up quite a lot of space.  She really had grown into an immense fat girl.  She saw that two of her friends were chubby, with bulging bellies and soft cheeks.  But Brandi wasn't chubby.  Brandi wasn't even 'fat,' or she wasn't JUST fat.  Brandi was colossally, stupendously obese.  It made her weak at the knees.

And she had to make sure she kept it up.  "Okay, let's have lunch!" she said, hurrying off to the kitchen as the rest of them said grace.  She knew Brandi would want her food first, so she went to her plate and she absolutely loaded it up.  She had pre-made the cheeseburgers, precisely because she knew the grill at Brandi's house would never have been able to melt the American cheese in just the right way.  But Patty knew her own grill and oven perfectly, so as she pulled them from the foil-lined boxes, the cheeseburgers were drool-worthy: oozing and dripping with melting American cheese, loaded with bread and butter pickles and grilled onions, and dripping with a tangy, tasty special sauce of her own invention.  She put two of them on Brandi's plate.  Then she dumped a ton of french fries onto the remaining space. And then she got ANOTHER plate.  And she reached into her other box.  Fried chicken, succulent, crispy, greasy, delicious, came into her hands.  She dumped two breasts and two drumsticks onto this second plate, and loaded it up also with one, two, THREE biscuits.

Then she picked both plates up and headed to the sitting room.  "Here's for the birthday girl!" she said triumphantly, setting both plates down in front of Brandi.  "And don't worry, there's even more where that came from."  She winked at her.

Brandi smacked her lips and licked them.  "Mmm, mmm, ohh," she moaned, picking up a cheeseburger and biting into it.  A groan of pleasure escaped her lips at the immaculate taste.  She began to devour the burger, heavy, bulging cheeks stuffed with bites of food.

Mason, Mabry, and Hunter were at this table with Brandi.  Patty served them all their food very quickly, but they were almost too distracted by Brandi to eat.  Brandi's eating was a spectacle.  She had a gleam in her eyes, and her fat face was contorted with a happy, open smile when she wasn't actively chewing.  Brandi seemed to be filled with joy, with delight, with something approaching euphoria.  It was rather fascinating, even to children who were unused to reading the signs of people's emotions.

But they did, slowly, make progress on their food.  Brandi was quicker.  She plowed through both plates, cramming and cramming, chewing and chewing.  Grease and meat juices dripped and drizzled down her chins in rivulets; droplets of meat juice and grease were dribbled and dripped onto her big green polo shirt, across her blubbery boobs and down the huge slope of her gigantic belly.  Patty served her again almost immediately: two more cheeseburgers, a boatload more fries, and another plate heaping with fried chicken and biscuits.  "Ohh, oh boy," mumbled Brandi, mouth full of food as she picked up yet another chicken drumstick and bit into it, spattering grease all down her colossal gut.

Her fellow children weren't the only ones to notice Brandi's consumption.  "My, my," said Kendra, watching Brandi demolish her two new plates almost as fast she'd devoured her old ones.  "Brandi sure does have... a healthy appetite," she said delicately.

"Sweetie," said David in a warning tone.

"That's our little princess," said Carol.  "She's always been a big eater."

"Well, yes, that's obvious," said Kendra.  "I remember what she's always been like.  But she's never been quite..." she tried to be as gentle and as around-the-bush as possible.  "She's always been a big eater, but she's, er... she's a huge eater, now."  Brandi had already finished her second platter of cheeseburgers and fries.  Kendra saw her start in on the rest of the fried chicken as Patty scooped up the clear plate and returned to the kitchen.

"Oh, it could be much worse," said Vance.  "My sister used to be anorexic.  It was horrible.  She nearly wasted away; she was almost skin and bones for a while, and she had to go to the hospital.  I'm very grateful Brandi's never become like that."

Patty put a third plate of cheeseburgers and fries in front of Brandi.  "Well, I'm sorry about your sister," said Kendra.  "That sounds awful.  But there is such a thing as..." she watched Brandi take a huge bite of her fifth burger.  "There's such a thing as the opposite problem, you know?"

"Brandi's a growing girl," said Carol.  "I see no reason not to let her have her food."

Kendra looked over again.  Brandi's sheer size was impressive: she was more than twice as wide across as Kendra's son.  She sighed.  "Well, that's fine, then."

In the end, Brandi ate eight cheeseburgers.  She also ate half the french fries by herself.  And a third of the fried chicken.  "BOOOUUURRRRPPP!!" she belched loudly, spattering even more grease down her grease-stained shirt.  "Ahhhh," she sighed contentedly, comfortably resting her fat hands on her gigantic belly.

"That sure was good," said Mason, patting his own chubby midsection.  "That Patty lady is a great cook."

"Miss Patty's the BEST," said Brandi.  "I could eat her food all day, every day."

"Here we go, darling," said Patty.  She came close with a damp washcloth, and began to tenderly wipe off Brandi's grease-stained parts.  She cleaned Brandi's hands, then carefully, delicately wiped off her porky face, taking care around her heavy, sensitive jowls.  "How's my big birthday girl feeling?  How's it feel to be a teenager?"

"It feels BUURRP!, excuse me, it feels great, Miss Patty!" said Brandi.  "I'm one step closer to being an adult!"

"Haha," said Patty, tenderly fondling Brandi's buttery double chin.  "My little lady."

"Then I can marry you!"

"Ha ha OH," Patty stuttered and felt a chill up her spine.  Fortunately, none of the other kids had heard Brandi, occupied as they were with a conversation of their own.  "Haha, ah ha ha, oh, oh oh oh, darling, you big girl, you little jokester," said Patty, alternating between feelings of arousal and feelings of complete terror.  "You'll find a- a partner of your own some day, Brandi, a lovely man or a woman, I promise."

"But I--"

"Want some cake?"

Brandi's eyes gleamed greedily.  "Yeah, yeah, cake, cake!"  And it seemed that all thoughts of marriage were banished from her gluttonous mind.  Patty stifled a sigh of relief.

"Yes," said Carol, coming close just in time, "yes, it's time for cake and presents.  You get the cakes, Patty, I'll get the gifts."

"Cakes?" repeated Kendra, coming close.  "CakeS?  Plural?"

"She's a growing girl," said Carol.  "She needs a lot to satisfy her."

Kendra's eyes narrowed.  "If you say so..."

Patty walked back into the kitchen.  She reemerged with the cakes.  They were identical: two big yellow cakes with milk chocolate icing and white chocolate trim.  She set them both in front of Brandi.  There were six candles on one cake and seven candles on the other, and each cake had HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDI written on it in white chocolate frosting.

"Carol says Brandi helps you out with your cooking website," said Kendra.

"That's right," said Patty, smiling disarmingly.  "She's a handy taste tester.  You'd be surprised how good a palate she has for such a young kid, but I can try out really exotic recipes on her and she'll give me great feedback."

"I'm sure it's handy that she eats so much, too."

"O-Oh, yes," said Patty, trying not to tremble.  "Yes, food critics need a bit of an appetite, no matter how old or young they are."

"Hmm," said Kendra, eyeing the pretty woman standing next to the massive fat girl.  Patty realized she was resting her hand on Brandi's doughy upper arm; she hastily took it away.

"Let's go!" said Carol.  Vance had all the presents.  Carol had a lighter, and she hastily lit all the candles.

Then, everyone gathered together, and they sang: "Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday dear Brandi!  Happy birthday to you!"

"Make a wish!" said Vance.

Brandi paused, eyes briefly closing.  Then she opened them, and she blew.  It took her a few tries; her breaths were a bit shallow and puffing, so it took about three or four breaths to blow every last candle out on both cakes.  Brandi licked her lips and actually reached a chubby finger into the icing, sucking up a taste.  "Mmm," she mumbled.

And, of course, Patty gave her the first piece.  It was a huge piece, and she put a fork in her hand with a wink.  "Eat up, big girl," she said, setting the plate in front of her.

Brandi needed no further suggestions: she cut a big bite and crammed it into her mouth.  "Ohhh," she moaned in delight at the rapturous taste.  As with everything Miss Patty made, the cake was incredible.

Brandi and the rest of the party ate their cake.  Brandi paused a few times to open presents, but she mostly just kept eating, cramming bite after bite of cake into her bloated face.  She got excited at some of the presents: a brand new Playstation 5, a cool LED flashlight, a fun robot dog.  One present puzzled her, though: she opened it up to reveal, "A basketball?"

"Yes," said Kendra.  "I thought, you know, you and Mason could play basketball together some time."

Brandi's hoggish face contorted in confusion.  "I'm not really, uh, into sports, Mrs. Kritchford," she said.  "I like video games and YouTube!"

"I just thought, you know, it might be..." Kendra saw how Brandi's belly sagged over the edge of her seat, "I thought it might be fun, is all."

"Okay," said Brandi.  Patty set down another piece of cake in front of her.  It was her third; she'd already eaten two.  Brandi licked her lips and greedily began to eat again.

All told, Brandi ate half of one of the cakes all by her self.  She'd WANTED to eat more.  There was a part of her that wanted both cakes all to herself.  But she was at least considerate enough to make sure all the guests and adults got at least one piece, and she HAD eaten quite a lot of food for lunch.  And before lunch.  And for breakfast.  All day long, really.  That's right: she'd wanted to eat all day long, and she was going to do it.  Which meant she couldn't eat quite as much in one sitting as she really enjoyed doing.

"BUUURRRPPP!" she belched loudly, when she'd reached her limits and decided to lay off.  "Excuse me," she said.

"No more cake?" asked Patty.

"I'll save it for later," she said with a smile up at her.

"I know you will," said Patty.  "I know I can count on you, big girl."

"Well, this was a nice time," said Kendra, as she and David and Mason headed for the door.  "It was very nice to meet you, Patty."

"That really was spectacular food," said David.  "I can see why your website is so successful."

"I try my best," said Patty with a smile.  "And I'll always go all-out for Brandi."

"So nice to see you, David, Kendra," said Carol.  "Take care!"

"We will!" said David, as the two parents and Mason went out the door.

Carol went to tend to Brandi.  Patty, however, lingered just long enough at the door to catch snippets of conversation as Kendra, David, and Mason went down the walk to their car:

"I just can't believe it.  She's huge!"

"Kendra, be nice."

"What a huge fat pig!"

"Carol and Vance don't seem to mind."

"They're too easygoing.  It's one thing for a kid to be chubby but that's absurd."

Patty lingered at the cracked door to listen.

"And I think that Patty woman is partly responsible."  Chills ran up Patty's spine.  "I don't think she's doing it on purpose, but she gives Brandi way too much food.  She's contributing to the problem without really meaning to.  I think we need to make sure Mason stays away from her."

Patty quietly shut the door.  "Not doing it on purpose... whew!" she sighed in relief.  Another narrow escape.

The other kids' parents came to get them soon enough.  Soon enough, it was just Vance, Carol, Patty, and Brandi in the house.  Brandi sat heavily on the sofa, blinking her eyes at an increasingly slow speed.  Carol smiled tenderly, able to see what was coming from a mile away.  "Time for a nap, right?"

Brandi yawned.  "Yeah..." she mumbled.  "Can I have more cake when I wake up?"

"You sure can, sweetie," said Carol. "Come on, let me help you up."  She took hold of her porky wrists.  "Ungh!" she grunted, with a sharp, hard pull, and Brandi was hauled to her feet.  Patty was bumped backwards slightly by the huge jutting bulge of her belly.  Carol took her by the wrist and led her to her room; Brandi was always quite groggy just before she napped, and it was often necessary to give her a helping hand.

In the darkened room, Carol gently undressed Brandi.  She unbuckled her belt and slid her pants off.  "Ahhh," sighed Brandi, her massive pale belly expanding slightly now that it was free of its confines.  "Buuurrrpp," she belched lowly under her breath.

*PPPPRRRRRFFTTTT*

"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed contentedly as she let out the puttering, smelly fart.

"Such a good girl," said Carol, pulling her shirt off over her head.  She wondered how tall she was eventually going to be.  She was still of pretty modest height for a new teenager; she hadn't started any serious growth spurt yet.  Actually, at this point, she was probably bigger around than she was tall, given her enormous girth.  "Come on down for a nap, sweetie, you've earned your rest."

Brandi waddled to her bed.  It creaked as she laid down on it, and her enormous belly and breasts jiggled and rippled, like liquid, as she fidgeted to get comfortable.  But she was comfortable very soon, and not long after: "Zzz... zzzz.... zzzzz..."

Smiling tenderly at her, Carol turned on the fan, because Brandi's vast, fat body got hot easily.  Then she closed the door almost all the way, and went back into the kitchen.

Patty was there, washing dishes.  "Let me help," said Carol, coming over and grabbing a towel.  She began to dry the dishes Patty had already washed.

"Thanks," Patty said.  "What a successful birthday party."

"It went really well," said Carol.  "And we have you to thank for it."

"Aww, I didn't do all the work."

"You DID do all the cooking, though."

"I was happy to do it.  I'd do anything for Brandi."

"She's such a good girl."

"Yes," said Patty.  "Yes she is."  Patty bit her lip.  She suppressed a moan as she thought about what she was about to say.  "Ah, er, Carol."  Carol turned to her.  "Brandi is a very good girl."

"Yes," said Carol, nodding.

"She's also a very BIG girl, as I'm sure you've noticed," said Patty, a shiver going down her spine as she said it.

"Aww, I don't think it's so bad.  And really, it can't be helped," said Carol.  "My little princess loves her food, and I'm never going to deny her what makes her happy."

"Oh, and I certainly don't want you to," said Patty.  "I want her to be happy.  And because of that, I wanted to bring this up: have you thought about... homeschooling her?"

"Vance has brought the idea up a few times."

"I know she's scheduled to enter high school in a year or two.  And I'm just worried about her.  A girl her... her size, with her bulk, would be under a lot of pressure in a high school environment.  I just worry how she'd take that.  It would be rough on her."

"It definitely would," said Carol.  "I worry they'd make her take gym class.  We use a psychiatrist's note to get her out of it now, but I worry she wouldn't be allowed to do that in high school.  It would take an immense psychological toll on her, that's true.  It's not just her sheer size: she's very sensitive, too.  She's delicate and precious.  I think a high school environment would be damaging for her."

"Right," said Patty, washing another dish.  "I completely agree."

"My only reticence about homeschooling is that I'm just not sure either Vance or myself are up for that," said Carol.  "It would be a lot of work, and I'm not sure either of us is prepared for what it would entail, especially for a girl with Brandi's needs."

"Oh, Carol, I can definitely help you with that!" said Patty brightly.  "You wouldn't have to do it yourself at all.  There are services these days--tutoring services.  They come to your house and everything.  All arranged over the internet, of course."

"Huh!" said Carol, eyes widening.  "I did not know that."

"Oh, trust me, you hang out in cyberspace long enough, you find out all sorts of things," said Patty with a grin.  "Anyway, there's multiple home tutoring services in our city.  It would be extremely easy to hook Brandi up with one once she's done with middle school."

"Oh my.  Oh my!" said Carol.  "I'll have to talk to Vance about it, of course, but that sounds..." she smiled.  "That sounds absolutely perfect.  Thanks so much, Patty.  One more thing we owe you for."

"Aww, think nothing of it," said Patty.  She thought about all the extra time Brandi would spend at her house if she were homeschooled.

"And just think, if we homeschool her, she can be your taste tester even more often!"

Patty bit her lip and suppressed a moan. "Y-Yeah," she said.  "Yeah, exactly."

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