Claire‘s older sister came back to her Daddy and her “little” sister because she knew her Momma was expecting them all home for Dinner and she had to.
By the time she came back Claire was already being raised up with the heavy canvas straps attached to her bariatric lift. The girl swayed in the air as she was moved over to the showers at the edge of the beach.
She felt a little pinched by the straps, but at the same time a lot of pressure was taken off of her obese under belly, legs and even her massive FUPA. She felt a little better actually. She imagined she was a witch of the wind. Her heavy, bare, FUPA swayed beneath her, swelling from the waist band of her very small preteen girl’s swimsuit bottom. It was so fat that it hung lower then her so overly blubbery legs, it was as big as whole potato filled sack!
“Do you think there could be sea witches watching us from out there?”, Claire, said wonderingly.
“I don’t know.”, her Daddy said tenderly.
“The sea is a vast wilderness in its self. I would like to go out there some day, I want to go diving one day or catch and eat some big sea foods.”, Claire mused aloud.
Daddy and daughters were soon at the showers, Claire trundling along. The showers were too small for Claire so her Daddy sponged bathed her fat body right in the doorway.
“Daddy, please please please, can I just go home on my own now —people are starting at us —and I don’t want to be seen sponge bathing Claire like this, it’s so embarrassing. She so— “, Claire‘s older sister began to whine.
“ Help you little sister. “, Harry told her, getting annoyed with the older girl and cutting her off.
They pulled Claire‘s wet little swimsuit bottoms off of her and set down a towel on the seat of Claire‘s huge wheelchair before lowering her onto it and trundling home with her.
“God! You are so fat, Claire!”, snarled the older sibling as she walked along at the girl’s flank. “Look at your fattened tits wobble.”, she continued to complain as she had to walk home with this trundling, ‘’disgusting’’, wheelchair bound, obese blob.
The younger girl’s fat chest was indeed wobbling, her rapidly filling naked little breasts tottering on top ahead of her round second chin that also jiggled below her luscious soft mouth.
“Don’t say that.”, said Harry to his daughter. “She doesn’t have tits, she is only eight years old.”, he added angrily.
“Yeah.”, said Clare. “ And you even said that I didn’t have breasts.”, she told her sister and she stuck her sticky, sweet, little tongue out at the older girl as the trundled along.
She stuck her own tongue out back at her sister.
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