Ricky blew out the nine candles on his birthday cake. The kids from his class he invited cheered. Gavin did not. His focus was on the enormous cake on the family dinning room table. Ricky saw his 400 pounds brother lick his lips, and the little brother smiled.
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"So what did you wish for?" Gavin asked as the boys played a racing game in the older brother's bedroom. The fatter boy laid on his stomach, his ponderous butt stuck out in the air. His pajama bottoms hugged his rear tightly and disappeared between bubbler butt cheeks. Gavin hadn't bother putting on a shirt. A pale sea of rolls and flab spilled out from his torso and abdomen.
The sight of his older brother's obesity was extremely distracting to Ricky. The boy trying to concentrate on the game but snuck glances of his brother's moobs or butt or love handles. This made Ricky accidentally drive his car into numerous barricades, allowing Gavin to win races easily.
"What did I what?" Ricky asked while trying to focus on driving.
"Your birthday wish," Gavin said. He shifted his body. His bedframe creaked under him.
"Aren't...you know, not supposed to say what you wished for?" Ricky posed.
Gavin snorted. "As if wishing was a real thing...Come on. What did you wish for?"
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