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"Goodness, Sarah, you look so... comfortable," Brenda said, her smirk sharpening as she rested a hand on her own flat, toned hip. "I was just telling Chad this morning how much I admire your confidence. Most girls your age would be terrified to let it all hang out like that, especially with a belly that needs its own lounge chair. It’s quite the architectural marvel, isn't it?"
Sarah pulled her tankini top down, but the fabric was helpless against the massive, pale expanse of her midsection, which spilled over her lap in heavy, sun-dappled folds. "It’s just... it’s hot out, Brenda," she whispered, her face reddening as she looked down at the plate of cheese and grapes resting atop her stomach.
"Oh, I'm sure it is, dear. Carrying an extra four or five hundred pounds must be like wearing a fur coat in July," Brenda trilled, her eyes trailing mockingly over the deep dimples and stretch marks on Sarah’s gargantuan thighs. "I just worry, you know? Chad has always been such a high-energy man—so fit, so active. It would be a shame if his wife couldn't keep up with him for a simple walk to the mailbox by the time she's thirty. But I suppose as long as you're happy being his 'big' girl, my opinion doesn't matter, does it?"