Claire was sitting on the couch, doodling a bit-and getting fairly tired as a result. She rested her arms a bit, leaving her notebook sitting on top of her belly, when she noticed what a fine day it was outside. The birds were singing, the sin was shining, she could even feel a slight breeze through the window. These were Claire's favorite days. If only she could get herself outside...
She tried, she really did. She lurched forward as hard as she could, sifting chip crumbs and cookie bits that had been sitting up against her for a few days. She wiggled from side to side, but all she succeeded in doing was jiggling her whole massive belly and tiring herself out. "Mom!" she called. Her mother, a slightly chubby woman in her 30s, rushed out of the kitchen where she was making Claire a snack. "What is it dear?" "It's such a nice day, I really want to go outside!" Her mother thought for a minute. "Of course, dear, but I think you've put on a bit since you last went out. Do you think you'll still be able to?" Claire paused, then said, "I have no idea, but I'd really like to try!" "Alright, sweety, let me just call your father and we'll get right to it."
As she waited for her parents to be ready, Claire chowed down on several bags of chips and a bottle of Fanta, her favorite soda. "Mom, why's it taking so long?" she shouted, spraying chip crumbs all over her belly. "Just a minute, dear, we have to find everything!" Since Claire's old room had far to small of a door for their cute chubby daughter, all of her old things were stored in there. But, as she was also a perpetually hungry little girl, it had also been given over to food storage, which meant that most of her going-out supplies were stuck in the back. Finally, after Claire had plowed through three of her six chip bags, her parents returned, with her sundress, her sunscreen, a hat, and her plus-sized wheelchair.
Since Claire rarely needed to do anything, she only wore the bare minimum of required clothes, i.e. a T-shirt that just covered her burgeoning eight-year-old boobs and a pair of far overstressed panties. Since she was also so often inside, she was quite pale and just a touch of sun could give her a serious sunburn. Hence the sunscreen and dress.
However much Claire loved to be outside, there was one thing she genuinely despised about the whole experience. That thing was that, despite her inability to take a single step or even slightly move her legs, she was forced to stand for the several agonizing seconds it took for her parents to slather her with sunscreen and put on her dress and hat. More so this time, as Claire had grown (as growing girls do) and now the dress only went down to her waist, leaving the large portion of hanging flab that went down to her knees uncovered and jiggling. It would have to do, however, until they could get an XXXXL model custom-made. Finally, after nearly two minutes spent on her weak and muscleless legs, she was able to ease back into her double-wide wheelchair and head out.
Where will she go?
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