Miss Patty's Birthday Blubber

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

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

Brandon's immense upper arms jiggled and rippled, bloated with fat instead of with muscle, and they sagged down over his elbow joints, just above his pudgy forearms.  In between his arms, you could really see Brandon's immense breasts without a shirt on.  They were very big and very heavy, and they actually gave him visible cleavage as they bulged out in front of him, resting on his belly.  That belly.  It was the biggest thing on Brandon, swelling massively out in front of him, 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 he was sitting.

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

*PPRRTT*

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

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

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

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

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

Brandon lazily, luxuriously ate his 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 him with pleasure.  But he ate it soon enough.  "Ungh," he grunted, hauling himself up off the bed.  When he stood, his belly sagged well over his penis, covering the front of his underwear as it drooped onto his thighs.

Carol eyed him 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."

Brandon waddled, lazily, to his closet.  He retrieved a truly gigantic pair of khaki pants and slid them up his legs.  They were relatively new, so they, at least, fit, and their enormous waistband was sufficient to encompass his entire girth.  Then he searched around for his polo shirt.  He wanted to wear the green one today; green was his favorite color.  He 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.  Brandon tucked the polo into his pants and buttoned the pants up.  The tightness of the polo meant that the entire huge expanse of his gut was on fully display, highlighted in bright green; in fact, some of his 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 his boy boobs, giving him quite a rack; bigger than most women's.  His nipples were faintly visible.  But, at least, it covered him.

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

"That's not gonna fit," said Brandon, casually resting his hands on his belly.

"Just humor me, sweetie."  So she began to slide the belt through the loops.  Brandon, of course, was right: the smallest belt barely made it three-quarters of the way around Brandon'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 Brandon as his huge midsection was pinched.

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

"Ohh, mom, that's... oof, too tight," he 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 Brandon, feeling comfortable, breathing out and causing the belt to creak a little from his belly expanding.

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

"Aww," Brandon cooed, and he kissed his 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 Brandon, licking his lips as the corners of his mouth became wet with drool.  Thinking of Miss Patty triggered his appetite, and he waddled over to his bedside table.  He dug into the box of Swiss Rolls and fished out another package.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's my boy," said Patty softly, brushing his porcine cheek.  "Thaaaat's my boy..."

"Mmm, mmm, yum yum," said Brandon, thrills racing up his 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 Brandon, a dollop of drool escaping his mouth and dripping down onto his massive belly.

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

"Uuuhhnn," grunted Brandon.  He rubbed his stomach in anticipation.  "I'm gonna go wash my hands, and then we can start eating!"  And he waddled away.  Patty bit her lip as she watched him go, noticing the new, increased size of his bottom.  He'd been growing recently.  She'd been increasing his portion sizes again when he came over to her house, making sure that when he left her place he was 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 Brandon himself can be quite a handful."

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

"Yes, yes, our little prince 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 Brandon?" asked Mabry.

"He should be out any minute, he just went to wash his 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 boy?"

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Mrs. Kritchford!" said Brandon.  "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 boy!" said Brandon, laughing, making his massive, sagging boy breasts jiggle.

"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, Brandon?" said Patty excitedly.

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

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

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

Brandon ponderously waddled past Patty out into the sitting room, where several tables had been set up and covered with checkered 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.  Brandon looked ready to burst, he was so fat and bloated.  She wondered if he'd gotten so big around that he couldn't rest his hands against his sides any more.  She hadn't really seen him doing it.

"I'm here!" said Patty, coming with the rest of the food back through the house into the sitting room.  Brandon was milling around with the other kids, with his 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 Brandon 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 Brandon can, ah, FIT onto just one chair.  His bottom's pretty big these days."

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

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

Patty stifled a moan as she saw Brandon from behind.  His 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.  Brandon didn't overflow them ('Not YET,' thought Patty in the back of her mind), but for a 13-year-old boy, his ass took up quite a lot of space.  He really had grown into an immense fat boy.  She saw that two of his friends were chubby, with bulging bellies and soft cheeks.  But Brandon wasn't chubby.  Brandon wasn't even 'fat,' or he wasn't JUST fat.  Brandon was colossally, stupendously obese.  It made her weak at the knees.

And she had to make sure he kept it up.  "Okay, let's have lunch!" she said, hurrying off to the kitchen as the rest of them said grace.  She knew Brandon would want his food first, so she went to his plate and she absolutely loaded it up.  She had pre-made the cheeseburgers, precisely because she knew the grill at Brandon'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 Brandon'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 boy!" she said triumphantly, setting both plates down in front of Brandon.  "And don't worry, there's even more where that came from."  She winked at him.

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

Mason, Mabry, and Hunter were at this table with Brandon.  Patty served them all their food very quickly, but they were almost too distracted by Brandon to eat.  Brandon's eating was a spectacle.  He had a gleam in his eyes, and his fat face was contorted with a happy, open smile when he wasn't actively chewing.  Brandon 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.  Brandon was quicker.  He plowed through both plates, cramming and cramming, chewing and chewing.  Grease and meat juices dripped and drizzled down his chins in rivulets; droplets of meat juice and grease were dribbled and dripped onto his big green polo shirt, across his blubbery boy boobs and down the huge slope of his gigantic belly.  Patty served him again almost immediately: two more cheeseburgers, a boatload more fries, and another plate heaping with fried chicken and biscuits.  "Ohh, oh boy," mumbled Brandon, mouth full of food as he picked up yet another chicken drumstick and bit into it, spattering grease all down his colossal gut.

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

"Sweetie," said David in a warning tone.

"That's our little prince," said Carol.  "He's always been a big eater."

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

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

"Brandon's a growing boy," said Carol.  "I see no reason not to let him have his food."

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

In the end, Brandon ate eight cheeseburgers.  He also ate half the french fries by himself.  And a third of the fried chicken.  "BOOOUUURRRRPPP!!" he belched loudly, spattering even more grease down his grease-stained shirt.  "Ahhhh," he sighed contentedly, comfortably resting his fat hands on his 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 Brandon.  "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 Brandon's grease-stained parts.  She cleaned his hands, then carefully, delicately wiped off his porky face, taking care around his heavy, sensitive jowls.  "How's my big birthday boy feeling?  How's it feel to be a teenager?"

"It feels BUURRP!, excuse me, it feels great, Miss Patty!" said Brandon.  "I'm one step closer to being a man!"

"Haha," said Patty, tenderly fondling Brandon's buttery double chin.  "My little man."

"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 Brandon, occupied as they were with a conversation of their own.  "Haha, ah ha ha, oh, oh oh oh, darling, you big boy, you little jokester," said Patty, alternating between feelings of arousal and feelings of complete terror.  "You'll find a girl of your own some day, Brandon, I promise."

"But I--"

"Want some cake?"

Brandon's eyes gleamed greedily.  "Yeah, yeah, cake, cake!"  And it seemed that all thoughts of marriage were banished from his 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?"

"He's a growing boy," said Carol.  "He needs a lot to satisfy him."

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 Brandon.  There were six candles on one cake and seven candles on the other, and each cake had HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDON written on it in white chocolate frosting.

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

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

"I'm sure it's handy that he 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 boy.  Patty realized she was resting her hand on Brandon'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 Brandon!  Happy birthday to you!"

"Make a wish!" said Vance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No more cake?" asked Patty.

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

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

"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 Brandon."

"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 Brandon.  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.  He'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 Brandon 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 Brandon in the house.  Brandon sat heavily on the sofa, blinking his eyes at an increasingly slow speed.  Carol smiled tenderly, able to see what was coming from a mile away.  "Time for a nap, right?"

Brandon yawned.  "Yeah..." he 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 his porky wrists.  "Ungh!" she grunted, with a sharp, hard pull, and Brandon was hauled to his feet.  Patty was bumped backwards slightly by the huge jutting bulge of his belly.  Carol took him by the wrist and led him to his room; Brandon was always quite groggy just before he napped, and it was often necessary to give him a helping hand.

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

*PPPPRRRRRFFTTTT*

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

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

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

Smiling tenderly at him, Carol turned on the fan, because Brandon'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 Brandon."

"He's such a good boy."

"Yes," said Patty.  "Yes he 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.  "Brandon is a very good boy."

"Yes," said Carol, nodding.

"He's also a very BIG boy, 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 prince loves his food, and I'm never going to deny him what makes him happy."

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

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

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

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

"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 boy with Brandon'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 Brandon up with one once he'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 Brandon would spend at her house if he were homeschooled.

"And just think, if we homeschool him, he 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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