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11th July, what a day for a birthday

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Sarah meets Jenn 5 - The Birthday-PartySarah´s Diary10th to 12th of JulySad mood and bright mood are so close together these days.Until yesterday I had the worst week since I am here in the USA. Toni did not come around. He didn´t even give me a call since our Manhattan incident. I don´t get what and why the evening on 4th of July went so badly wrong. Yes, we had a bad fight because he was so mean to me. But I still don´t understand why he acted this way. Just some weeks ago he was the perfect prince and gentleman, and now his behavior turned 100 % asshole style.Along with my mood of sadness came a change in the weather. Gone is the sun. Since the 5th it is raining all day long. But the heat staid. The temperature is still boiling. Rain and heat are combining to a very moist climate. I never could stand such a moist climate. It is sucking out all my energy. So I was very down the whole week, fulfilling my duties like a robot, just retreating the rest of time into my room or to the couch. At least my new friends were trying hard to lighten me up. Onia was now serving my special Saturday morning breakfast every morning at my bed to give me a better start in the rainy days. And Jenn visited me every day, just sharing these hard and sad hours with me.Such kindness and friendship are helping me a lot to get through. Even if Jenn wasn´t able to motivate me to do other things than lying together on the couch and watching TV, sweating in the moist weather, it helped. Just being with someone cheerful like Jenn helped me. Being with Jenn means eating “comfy food” with Jenn. Jenn told me the trick, and it works, but you have to let yourself really go. Of course I know it is not healthy to eat this way.Now I begin to understand how it is even possible to get as big like her. If she eats like this every time when she is sad or frustrated this compensating behavior probably sent her into a vicious circle. She eats, she gets bigger, she is frustrated and sad being big, she eats. Something like that must have been happened to her. And once you are in the circle it is nearly impossible to break out. You just keep getting bigger, if you are not a strong person with discipline, what is unlikely if this starts in your early youth. So you go from overweight child to chubby teeny to fat girl. I´m so glad and probably just very lucky that our mother was a person who taught us both, strength and discipline and of course the ways of healthy and restrained eating. Poor Jenn wasn´t that lucky. I´m convinced she would look so cute without the weight. I often look at her face imagining how it would look without the bloated cheeks and the multiple chins. It could be a really lovely sight. But I cannot deny, the comfy food concept really works versus depression and sadness. To sooth the soul with a hefty bite into a massive block of chocolate, to fill a gap with some heaps of fried stuff, to fill the belly to the rim with all this American food, this stuff made of sin, it cures the pain in heart and soul at least for the moment, it helps to get over the most painful moments. A powerful recipe, but not without side effects if you aren´t careful.Even I seem to have gained weight the last days. When I´m looking at myself, lying on the couch just wearing shorts and a bikini top, I have to admit that I´m showing an unfamiliar round comfy food belly. I think this ain´t avoidable and nothing to worry about. It is so full with food and glancing from sweat so I guess it looks rounder than it is. I´m glad I lived so healthy and being so fit all of my life. Being an athlete and skinny for all those years I´m allowed to overeat for some days if it helps to heal a broken heart. Strength and discipline! Jenn told me too. “It´s nothing permanent. Your body seems to be coated with some kind of anti-fat-teflon. If I would be eating that way, I would swell like a balloon. You just seem to absorb most of the calories with your mysterious metabolism.” And she pointed out that I will start running again after my birthday. Some rounds around the block and even those little signs of comfy food roundness will be gone in no time. I just hope for Jenn that she doesn´t gain too much more weight while sharing this time with me. She already told me what bad influence I am for her. Even if I really try to protect her by eating much more of our comfy food than she does, she still is eating a lot more than she should at her critical overweighted status. I fear she´ll has no chance to lose the new weight as easy as I will. As far as I know she knows nothing about doing sports and healthy living. NO strength and NO discipline! I hope I have enough time to teach her some basics after I´m over this heartache.I really cannot remember feeling so wrecked because of a damned boy. Usually over here in Gemany I was the heartbreaker.Yesterday – it was the evening before my birthday – it was the climax of sadness. He knows that this is my birthday night! Me and the girls really tried to have a party. But deep in my heart I hoped so much Toni would come around. But he didn´t. Jenn, my guest-parents and even the fat Triple Ds were so nice to me. There made such an effort preparing the party. They all were there to party through the night into my birthday. There were loads of food and drinks, which really helped to forget my sad thoughts for a while. We began in the early evening and even did some competitions. We played beer pong. I always won. Even if I´m the rooky in this American original I´m the champion of the neighborhood. The Triple D´s tried to weaken me by filling me up with food before the beer pong games. One twin challenged me in an eating competition. Obviously they Ds didn´t know that I was in comfy food training camp for the whole week. I really could hold pace with the biggies after this week. First I won against one sister in eating burgers, then I smashed the other in a beer pong match. They always forget I´m a competitive athlete with the will to win! Strength and discipline! It works in all areas,After that the alcohol took its toll we did a mud wrestling tournament in the garden. What a crazy idea. All we girls just in our bikinis or bathing suits in the mud and rain. Of course, in this game I had no chance. I lost both matches and the group fight. I had no chance against their weight. Probably it must have looked like poor Sarah was buried under a bunch of elephant cows. It must have been a sight. Sadly Jenns pics were all deleted accidentally. Maybe Jenn was embarrassed how fat she looked and deleted the pics on purpose.Whatever. It is ok, if this helps her feeling better. I love her nevertheless. She is such an angel and my bf ever. After the fight and some showering in the rain it was time for dessert. It was the first really big surprise that night. The girls had thrown together a lot of bucks and bought the MagmaXXLFamilyCheeseQuake and presented it at twelve o´clock with 21 burning candles. That was so nice. I saw the monstrous cake on the menu at the store and couldn´t believe they are able to bake something like that. Wow, it was a sight to see it in real. It looked like a volcano – with lavastreams made from strawberryfudge. This is America! Later in the night, after my guest-parents had left the part, we drank high voltage liquor because I was allowed now to do so in the USA. We had Bourbon and Vodka and some sweet liqueur stuff. It was an unbelievable party and I cannot imagine my friends back home in Germany would have done it better for me. Of course the folks over there didn´t forget me. I got so many messages right on time at midnight, even if there is this big time difference. But finally even the best party has to end. Early in the morning I suddenly woke up alone in my bed. I had a bad dream. My heart started pounding. Why he didn´t even send a message? I don´t deserve being treated like this. Even the drunken state didn´t help. Tears were forming in my eyes. Then I saw the cake on my night table. I remembered the comfy food recipe and I started eating cheese quake. I ate until I fell asleep, instead of Toni a giant amount of cake in me.And that was how Jenn and Sue found me in the morning, in a battlefield of cake. Before I could start stammering an explanation they again started singing a congratulation and then I got my real present and I still cannot believe they generosity. Jenn organized a cruise for us two. She called my parents at home and they gave money and my guest-parents also did. And Jenn did all the work of persuading and organization. I love this girl. And the best thing is: it will start tomorrow – so very soon I will be off from all this crap and heartache and will be having fun with my best friend in the sun on the sea! I am just packing my bag so I have to finish now. For the first time for days I´m full of energy and looking forward with joy. I just folding my blue dress I brought with me for special events. Now we´ll have a very special event! How sexy I will look in it at the Captains dinner! On to the Carribean Sea!-----------------------------------------Jenn’s DiaryJuly 11th 4:30 a.m.Wow! I am so tired, but I wanted to write down the day’s events before shuffling off to bed. What a great birthday party we had for Sarah! I have not seen her so happy since a week ago when the whole Toni thing blew up. Of course, the day started out kind of bleek. She really thought Toni would show up, and she tried calling him repeatedly, and left messages on his cell over and over again. Poor Sarah, she seemed so sad. With some delay after her midnight celebration, he actually did call to wish her happy birthday. Fortunately, she never got the call. You see, I saw Sarah’s cell sitting on a table buzzing with “Stallion” lighting up on it. Sarah was at the restroom, so I picked it up. Toni, who was apparently drunk, said he for me to tell Sarah he was sorry for not calling back all week, that he wanted to see her. I told him to forget it, that Sarah was doing fine without him, in fact, that she and I were going on a cruise for the next week and a half. I really told him off, and he sounded almost like he was crying, like boys who are drunk calling up girlfriends will often do. Gone was the insulting oinking belligerent Toni I’d last seen, in his place, a whimpering drunk Toni. He was so drunk, and I knew he’d never make it to the party this late. He blubbered something about coming to see Sarah when she got back from the cruise. I hung up on him, then set Sarah’s phone to block all calls from him. The things I do to protect my friend from hurt! Just then, I looked up and saw Sarah back from the house out on the lawn again with the Triple Ds, matching them again bite for bite on the late night snacks and food. She looked so happy, there was no reason to bring Toni back into this situation. Seeing her there, though, it almost seems as if she’s gotten bigger again this last week around the waistline. Maybe she was just bloated from all the food and drink of the party, but I chuckled to myself thinking what Toni would think to see his girlfriend with her belly hanging out, chowing down with the big Triple Ds, laughing out loud and having so much fun and pleasure from eating and drinking. She was such a perfect picture of hedonism – this former athlete, ex-runner, ex-swimmer, now so obviously softened with a cute bulging belly, eating, drinking beer, smoking and laughing with two girls who she would never have imagined that she would be friends with before coming to America – they are nearly huge like me! I cannot place out of my mind the first time Sarah saw me, that little look of disgust at my size. Maybe that’s why I am enjoying seeing her descend into such a web of temptation and pleasure. Naw, I love her, but still, sometimes I catch her out of the corner of my eye, looking at my body with now no longer disgust but some pity and sadness. Fuck her! I don’t need her pity. Well, I shouldn’t say such things particularly after such a good birthday party. Haha, I am so drunk right now still. Oh well… Anyway, once Sarah got over some of her sadness about Toni, she started drinking and eating and partying. Her appetite and thirst were like an avalanche. Unstoppable after getting into motion. Three plates filled with starters were followed by a steak with sides of mac and cheese and mashed potatoes for main course. I counted at least four glasses of white wine going with the food into little Sarah. So she was drunk enough to give in to the teasing of the Triple Ds, who tried to tempt her into eating and drinking competitions. They are always trying this with little Sarah. It is like they have a bet running who is able to fill up the tiny sexy thing from Germany with as much calories as possible. And like always they succeeded. Sarah never says no to a challenge. That were hefty battles! It really seemed as if Sarah after a week of stuffing herself with comfort food had reached a capacity that the twins couldn´t match. First time the Triple Ds didn´t have to let Sarah win. Sarah destroyed them!We even had a mudwrestling match in the backyard, Sarah, the Triple Ds and me. Seeing her, such a small girl, in her bikini fighting against our massive fleshy bodies was hilarious. Sue was laughing out loud. I took lots of pictures, but later told Sarah that I must have messed them up because they weren’t on the camera. A little lie, but really, despite how little she looks compared to the Triple Ds and me, she would still be a little upset to see such proof of how round and wobbly her tummy has gotten, especially after eating and drinking for hours. Of course, Sarah knows she has gained some weight and is getting a rounded belly, but I don’t think she realizes how it looks in reality. Earlier yesterday, I saw her looking at herself in the mirror. She had a cigarette, and she was striking a pose, trying to make herself look sexier than she already is. She was apparently sucking her belly in, plus it was easy to see that she was concentrating on her cute face and her booty, and really not paying attention to her thickened waistline. Not that it hasn’t garnered the attention of nearly everyone else. But people are just too polite to tell her that she ain´t that tiny anymore and is coating he once toned body with a real and growing layer of fat. I think that’s one reason it’s so easy to get fat. If people were honest with you when you gained a few pounds, well, people might not get fat so easily. I saw Bob looking at Sarah several times, really with his eyes downward checking out not just her booty, but her softening middle. He stares at her belly now with a bit of regret on his face, no longer turned on as he once was by this slender toned German beauty. This party makes her “legal” to buy alcohol, not that that should change her lifestyle much, she’s such a party animal! At midnight, we presented her with a Magma XXLCheeseQuake. She had seen it on the menu before but had never seen one in real life. And now, here it was for her party with 21 candles blazing. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she could scarcely wait to start digging in on the sweet chocolate and strawberry syrup covered monstrosity. As Sarah tore into a big piece of cheesequake, I saw Bob whisper to Sue, “Yes, Sarah’s becoming a woman, growing up - and out.” Sue just smiled at him and poked him in the ribs and shushed him so Sarah wouldn’t hear him.There was no reason to be careful. Sarah was drunk and in cheese-cake-heaven. After Sue and Bob left we brought up some liquor and Sarah was hitting it hard. Finally she had to quit, halfway to losing her consciousness. I had to bring her up to her bed. But before leaving her, looking at her little ball of a belly, I had an idea. What if my friend would wake up in the night? Being sad? Being lonely? I looked after the leftovers and found out that half of the cheesequake was left. So I did a last favor to my girl and placed it next to her in the bedside table. I´m a good girl. Oh well, I’ll set my alarm for late morning and go over and check on Sarah in the morning. 12:15 pm Just a few minutes to write down all that has happened because Sarah is coming over soon, and we’re going to watch movies all afternoon. It’s a rainy day out anyway, and Sue has given her the day off from all duties since it’s her birthday. Not that Sue has had her do much at all this past week. She has allowed her some “heartbreak” time on the couch, and she has also encouraged her gluttony, bringing some donuts from the office to her every day. I know she wants to make Sarah feel better, and this is a good way to do it. Anyway, I went over there about 11, and Sue and I walked into Sarah’s room. We found her still in a deep sleep still in her damp bikini top and panties. Next to her bed was the remaining crumbs of the massive cheesequake. Apparently, in the still of the night, Sarah had consumed nearly every bite of it. And it was easy to see that her belly was stretched to the max, so bloated and round. Sue just smiled at me, then patted Sarah on the belly to wake her up so we could give her the biggest birthday surprise of all. Sarah was obviously pained in her gut, so much beer, so much liquor, so much food, so much cheesequake. She asked Sue to rub her belly for her. “I ate so much of the cheesequake, ugh,” she groaned, looking over at the platter with the remaining crumbs. I noticed when Sue patted and rubbed Sarah that her tummy was no longer soft as it had been during her party, but was now one hard rounded ball, like a little basketball, hard and full. I imagined it bouncing like a basketball in front of Sarah when we went on the cruise. Oh yes, the cruise! We told Sarah about the cruise she and I are taking beginning tomorrow. She was so excited. Earlier, Sue had told me that she’d been worried about Sarah being homesick, being heartbroken over Toni, and that she was sure the cruise would help cure those ills. Now, while Sue rubbed Sarah’s big aching belly, I got the laptop and started showing Sarah a virtual tour of the ship we were going on, showing her the type of room we would have and photos of the staff. “Look, they have a male masseuse, and he is cute!” she said, chuckling, and Sue laughed along with her. “And they have a full gym so if you want to work out and a pool where we can swim, right on the boat,” I said, showing her the pictures on the computer screen. “Yes, you might need that to work off all that cheesequake from last night,” Sue chimed in, poking Sarah in the belly. Sarah groaned again in pain. “Sorry,” Sue said, and continued to rub her au pair’s sore belly as I showed them pics of the passengers shopping at Caribbean stores. "We can even get some new cute cruise outfits at a shop on the ship, but I can't wait to shop on shore when we get to the Caribbean," I said to Sarah, imagining myself in a new sexy sarong or Sarah and I in new bikinis sunning on a white beach with blue skies and puffy clouds above. I also showed Sarah pics of the parties and dances with passengers partying the nights away, swinging in the on-deck clubs. Sarah then mentioned that it would be a great place to wear her blue dress since she’d hardly had the occasion to wear it since coming to America. I could see Sue drop her eyes a little at the mention of the blue dress. She was apparently thinking as I was, that this billowing midsection Sarah had grown will never fit into that dress now. I tried to picture the scene of Sarah trying to zip it up as we get ready to go to one of the cruise dances or the Captain's Dinner. Sarah was definitely excited as I showed her everything about the boat and all the activities. They even have a fully-stocked bar and also a beach volleyball sandpit. But as excited as she was, I couldn’t help but detect the greatest excitement when I started showing her pictures of the 24-hour buffet which is absolutely free to all passengers. Well, it’s included in the cruise fee, and you can eat as much as you want, whenever you want, and whatever you want. The tables pretty well groaned beneath platter after platter of fancy pastas, pizzas, butter lobster, fried shrimp and desserts of every kind. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I think Sarah was practically salivating as I showed her these pictures. Even as Sue rubbed her belly, so full and so hurtful from her most recent gluttonous party. Even as she lay there in distress, I could see her eyes twinkling as I showed her these pics of the passengers chowing down at the massive buffets. Oh well, I see Sarah out the window on her way over here. I’ve got to prepare some snacks and drinks for our afternoon. I'm sure she'll be hungry. Hehe. Oh, I am so wicked sometimes.

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11th July, what a day for a birthday

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Sarah meets Jenn 5 - The Birthday-PartySarah´s Diary10th to 12th of JulySad mood and bright mood are so close together these days.Until yesterday I had the worst week since I am here in the USA. Toni did not come around. He didn´t even give me a call since our Manhattan incident. I don´t get what and why the evening on 4th of July went so badly wrong. Yes, we had a bad fight because he was so mean to me. But I still don´t understand why he acted this way. Just some weeks ago he was the perfect prince and gentleman, and now his behavior turned 100 % asshole style.Along with my mood of sadness came a change in the weather. Gone is the sun. Since the 5th it is raining all day long. But the heat staid. The temperature is still boiling. Rain and heat are combining to a very moist climate. I never could stand such a moist climate. It is sucking out all my energy. So I was very down the whole week, fulfilling my duties like a robot, just retreating the rest of time into my room or to the couch. At least my new friends were trying hard to lighten me up. Onia was now serving my special Saturday morning breakfast every morning at my bed to give me a better start in the rainy days. And Jenn visited me every day, just sharing these hard and sad hours with me.Such kindness and friendship are helping me a lot to get through. Even if Jenn wasn´t able to motivate me to do other things than lying together on the couch and watching TV, sweating in the moist weather, it helped. Just being with someone cheerful like Jenn helped me. Being with Jenn means eating “comfy food” with Jenn. Jenn told me the trick, and it works, but you have to let yourself really go. Of course I know it is not healthy to eat this way.Now I begin to understand how it is even possible to get as big like her. If she eats like this every time when she is sad or frustrated this compensating behavior probably sent her into a vicious circle. She eats, she gets bigger, she is frustrated and sad being big, she eats. Something like that must have been happened to her. And once you are in the circle it is nearly impossible to break out. You just keep getting bigger, if you are not a strong person with discipline, what is unlikely if this starts in your early youth. So you go from overweight child to chubby teeny to fat girl. I´m so glad and probably just very lucky that our mother was a person who taught us both, strength and discipline and of course the ways of healthy and restrained eating. Poor Jenn wasn´t that lucky. I´m convinced she would look so cute without the weight. I often look at her face imagining how it would look without the bloated cheeks and the multiple chins. It could be a really lovely sight. But I cannot deny, the comfy food concept really works versus depression and sadness. To sooth the soul with a hefty bite into a massive block of chocolate, to fill a gap with some heaps of fried stuff, to fill the belly to the rim with all this American food, this stuff made of sin, it cures the pain in heart and soul at least for the moment, it helps to get over the most painful moments. A powerful recipe, but not without side effects if you aren´t careful.Even I seem to have gained weight the last days. When I´m looking at myself, lying on the couch just wearing shorts and a bikini top, I have to admit that I´m showing an unfamiliar round comfy food belly. I think this ain´t avoidable and nothing to worry about. It is so full with food and glancing from sweat so I guess it looks rounder than it is. I´m glad I lived so healthy and being so fit all of my life. Being an athlete and skinny for all those years I´m allowed to overeat for some days if it helps to heal a broken heart. Strength and discipline! Jenn told me too. “It´s nothing permanent. Your body seems to be coated with some kind of anti-fat-teflon. If I would be eating that way, I would swell like a balloon. You just seem to absorb most of the calories with your mysterious metabolism.” And she pointed out that I will start running again after my birthday. Some rounds around the block and even those little signs of comfy food roundness will be gone in no time. I just hope for Jenn that she doesn´t gain too much more weight while sharing this time with me. She already told me what bad influence I am for her. Even if I really try to protect her by eating much more of our comfy food than she does, she still is eating a lot more than she should at her critical overweighted status. I fear she´ll has no chance to lose the new weight as easy as I will. As far as I know she knows nothing about doing sports and healthy living. NO strength and NO discipline! I hope I have enough time to teach her some basics after I´m over this heartache.I really cannot remember feeling so wrecked because of a damned boy. Usually over here in Gemany I was the heartbreaker.Yesterday – it was the evening before my birthday – it was the climax of sadness. He knows that this is my birthday night! Me and the girls really tried to have a party. But deep in my heart I hoped so much Toni would come around. But he didn´t. Jenn, my guest-parents and even the fat Triple Ds were so nice to me. There made such an effort preparing the party. They all were there to party through the night into my birthday. There were loads of food and drinks, which really helped to forget my sad thoughts for a while. We began in the early evening and even did some competitions. We played beer pong. I always won. Even if I´m the rooky in this American original I´m the champion of the neighborhood. The Triple D´s tried to weaken me by filling me up with food before the beer pong games. One twin challenged me in an eating competition. Obviously they Ds didn´t know that I was in comfy food training camp for the whole week. I really could hold pace with the biggies after this week. First I won against one sister in eating burgers, then I smashed the other in a beer pong match. They always forget I´m a competitive athlete with the will to win! Strength and discipline! It works in all areas,After that the alcohol took its toll we did a mud wrestling tournament in the garden. What a crazy idea. All we girls just in our bikinis or bathing suits in the mud and rain. Of course, in this game I had no chance. I lost both matches and the group fight. I had no chance against their weight. Probably it must have looked like poor Sarah was buried under a bunch of elephant cows. It must have been a sight. Sadly Jenns pics were all deleted accidentally. Maybe Jenn was embarrassed how fat she looked and deleted the pics on purpose.Whatever. It is ok, if this helps her feeling better. I love her nevertheless. She is such an angel and my bf ever. After the fight and some showering in the rain it was time for dessert. It was the first really big surprise that night. The girls had thrown together a lot of bucks and bought the MagmaXXLFamilyCheeseQuake and presented it at twelve o´clock with 21 burning candles. That was so nice. I saw the monstrous cake on the menu at the store and couldn´t believe they are able to bake something like that. Wow, it was a sight to see it in real. It looked like a volcano – with lavastreams made from strawberryfudge. This is America! Later in the night, after my guest-parents had left the part, we drank high voltage liquor because I was allowed now to do so in the USA. We had Bourbon and Vodka and some sweet liqueur stuff. It was an unbelievable party and I cannot imagine my friends back home in Germany would have done it better for me. Of course the folks over there didn´t forget me. I got so many messages right on time at midnight, even if there is this big time difference. But finally even the best party has to end. Early in the morning I suddenly woke up alone in my bed. I had a bad dream. My heart started pounding. Why he didn´t even send a message? I don´t deserve being treated like this. Even the drunken state didn´t help. Tears were forming in my eyes. Then I saw the cake on my night table. I remembered the comfy food recipe and I started eating cheese quake. I ate until I fell asleep, instead of Toni a giant amount of cake in me.And that was how Jenn and Sue found me in the morning, in a battlefield of cake. Before I could start stammering an explanation they again started singing a congratulation and then I got my real present and I still cannot believe they generosity. Jenn organized a cruise for us two. She called my parents at home and they gave money and my guest-parents also did. And Jenn did all the work of persuading and organization. I love this girl. And the best thing is: it will start tomorrow – so very soon I will be off from all this crap and heartache and will be having fun with my best friend in the sun on the sea! I am just packing my bag so I have to finish now. For the first time for days I´m full of energy and looking forward with joy. I just folding my blue dress I brought with me for special events. Now we´ll have a very special event! How sexy I will look in it at the Captains dinner! On to the Carribean Sea!-----------------------------------------Jenn’s DiaryJuly 11th 4:30 a.m.Wow! I am so tired, but I wanted to write down the day’s events before shuffling off to bed. What a great birthday party we had for Sarah! I have not seen her so happy since a week ago when the whole Toni thing blew up. Of course, the day started out kind of bleek. She really thought Toni would show up, and she tried calling him repeatedly, and left messages on his cell over and over again. Poor Sarah, she seemed so sad. With some delay after her midnight celebration, he actually did call to wish her happy birthday. Fortunately, she never got the call. You see, I saw Sarah’s cell sitting on a table buzzing with “Stallion” lighting up on it. Sarah was at the restroom, so I picked it up. Toni, who was apparently drunk, said he for me to tell Sarah he was sorry for not calling back all week, that he wanted to see her. I told him to forget it, that Sarah was doing fine without him, in fact, that she and I were going on a cruise for the next week and a half. I really told him off, and he sounded almost like he was crying, like boys who are drunk calling up girlfriends will often do. Gone was the insulting oinking belligerent Toni I’d last seen, in his place, a whimpering drunk Toni. He was so drunk, and I knew he’d never make it to the party this late. He blubbered something about coming to see Sarah when she got back from the cruise. I hung up on him, then set Sarah’s phone to block all calls from him. The things I do to protect my friend from hurt! Just then, I looked up and saw Sarah back from the house out on the lawn again with the Triple Ds, matching them again bite for bite on the late night snacks and food. She looked so happy, there was no reason to bring Toni back into this situation. Seeing her there, though, it almost seems as if she’s gotten bigger again this last week around the waistline. Maybe she was just bloated from all the food and drink of the party, but I chuckled to myself thinking what Toni would think to see his girlfriend with her belly hanging out, chowing down with the big Triple Ds, laughing out loud and having so much fun and pleasure from eating and drinking. She was such a perfect picture of hedonism – this former athlete, ex-runner, ex-swimmer, now so obviously softened with a cute bulging belly, eating, drinking beer, smoking and laughing with two girls who she would never have imagined that she would be friends with before coming to America – they are nearly huge like me! I cannot place out of my mind the first time Sarah saw me, that little look of disgust at my size. Maybe that’s why I am enjoying seeing her descend into such a web of temptation and pleasure. Naw, I love her, but still, sometimes I catch her out of the corner of my eye, looking at my body with now no longer disgust but some pity and sadness. Fuck her! I don’t need her pity. Well, I shouldn’t say such things particularly after such a good birthday party. Haha, I am so drunk right now still. Oh well… Anyway, once Sarah got over some of her sadness about Toni, she started drinking and eating and partying. Her appetite and thirst were like an avalanche. Unstoppable after getting into motion. Three plates filled with starters were followed by a steak with sides of mac and cheese and mashed potatoes for main course. I counted at least four glasses of white wine going with the food into little Sarah. So she was drunk enough to give in to the teasing of the Triple Ds, who tried to tempt her into eating and drinking competitions. They are always trying this with little Sarah. It is like they have a bet running who is able to fill up the tiny sexy thing from Germany with as much calories as possible. And like always they succeeded. Sarah never says no to a challenge. That were hefty battles! It really seemed as if Sarah after a week of stuffing herself with comfort food had reached a capacity that the twins couldn´t match. First time the Triple Ds didn´t have to let Sarah win. Sarah destroyed them!We even had a mudwrestling match in the backyard, Sarah, the Triple Ds and me. Seeing her, such a small girl, in her bikini fighting against our massive fleshy bodies was hilarious. Sue was laughing out loud. I took lots of pictures, but later told Sarah that I must have messed them up because they weren’t on the camera. A little lie, but really, despite how little she looks compared to the Triple Ds and me, she would still be a little upset to see such proof of how round and wobbly her tummy has gotten, especially after eating and drinking for hours. Of course, Sarah knows she has gained some weight and is getting a rounded belly, but I don’t think she realizes how it looks in reality. Earlier yesterday, I saw her looking at herself in the mirror. She had a cigarette, and she was striking a pose, trying to make herself look sexier than she already is. She was apparently sucking her belly in, plus it was easy to see that she was concentrating on her cute face and her booty, and really not paying attention to her thickened waistline. Not that it hasn’t garnered the attention of nearly everyone else. But people are just too polite to tell her that she ain´t that tiny anymore and is coating he once toned body with a real and growing layer of fat. I think that’s one reason it’s so easy to get fat. If people were honest with you when you gained a few pounds, well, people might not get fat so easily. I saw Bob looking at Sarah several times, really with his eyes downward checking out not just her booty, but her softening middle. He stares at her belly now with a bit of regret on his face, no longer turned on as he once was by this slender toned German beauty. This party makes her “legal” to buy alcohol, not that that should change her lifestyle much, she’s such a party animal! At midnight, we presented her with a Magma XXLCheeseQuake. She had seen it on the menu before but had never seen one in real life. And now, here it was for her party with 21 candles blazing. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she could scarcely wait to start digging in on the sweet chocolate and strawberry syrup covered monstrosity. As Sarah tore into a big piece of cheesequake, I saw Bob whisper to Sue, “Yes, Sarah’s becoming a woman, growing up - and out.” Sue just smiled at him and poked him in the ribs and shushed him so Sarah wouldn’t hear him.There was no reason to be careful. Sarah was drunk and in cheese-cake-heaven. After Sue and Bob left we brought up some liquor and Sarah was hitting it hard. Finally she had to quit, halfway to losing her consciousness. I had to bring her up to her bed. But before leaving her, looking at her little ball of a belly, I had an idea. What if my friend would wake up in the night? Being sad? Being lonely? I looked after the leftovers and found out that half of the cheesequake was left. So I did a last favor to my girl and placed it next to her in the bedside table. I´m a good girl. Oh well, I’ll set my alarm for late morning and go over and check on Sarah in the morning. 12:15 pm Just a few minutes to write down all that has happened because Sarah is coming over soon, and we’re going to watch movies all afternoon. It’s a rainy day out anyway, and Sue has given her the day off from all duties since it’s her birthday. Not that Sue has had her do much at all this past week. She has allowed her some “heartbreak” time on the couch, and she has also encouraged her gluttony, bringing some donuts from the office to her every day. I know she wants to make Sarah feel better, and this is a good way to do it. Anyway, I went over there about 11, and Sue and I walked into Sarah’s room. We found her still in a deep sleep still in her damp bikini top and panties. Next to her bed was the remaining crumbs of the massive cheesequake. Apparently, in the still of the night, Sarah had consumed nearly every bite of it. And it was easy to see that her belly was stretched to the max, so bloated and round. Sue just smiled at me, then patted Sarah on the belly to wake her up so we could give her the biggest birthday surprise of all. Sarah was obviously pained in her gut, so much beer, so much liquor, so much food, so much cheesequake. She asked Sue to rub her belly for her. “I ate so much of the cheesequake, ugh,” she groaned, looking over at the platter with the remaining crumbs. I noticed when Sue patted and rubbed Sarah that her tummy was no longer soft as it had been during her party, but was now one hard rounded ball, like a little basketball, hard and full. I imagined it bouncing like a basketball in front of Sarah when we went on the cruise. Oh yes, the cruise! We told Sarah about the cruise she and I are taking beginning tomorrow. She was so excited. Earlier, Sue had told me that she’d been worried about Sarah being homesick, being heartbroken over Toni, and that she was sure the cruise would help cure those ills. Now, while Sue rubbed Sarah’s big aching belly, I got the laptop and started showing Sarah a virtual tour of the ship we were going on, showing her the type of room we would have and photos of the staff. “Look, they have a male masseuse, and he is cute!” she said, chuckling, and Sue laughed along with her. “And they have a full gym so if you want to work out and a pool where we can swim, right on the boat,” I said, showing her the pictures on the computer screen. “Yes, you might need that to work off all that cheesequake from last night,” Sue chimed in, poking Sarah in the belly. Sarah groaned again in pain. “Sorry,” Sue said, and continued to rub her au pair’s sore belly as I showed them pics of the passengers shopping at Caribbean stores. "We can even get some new cute cruise outfits at a shop on the ship, but I can't wait to shop on shore when we get to the Caribbean," I said to Sarah, imagining myself in a new sexy sarong or Sarah and I in new bikinis sunning on a white beach with blue skies and puffy clouds above. I also showed Sarah pics of the parties and dances with passengers partying the nights away, swinging in the on-deck clubs. Sarah then mentioned that it would be a great place to wear her blue dress since she’d hardly had the occasion to wear it since coming to America. I could see Sue drop her eyes a little at the mention of the blue dress. She was apparently thinking as I was, that this billowing midsection Sarah had grown will never fit into that dress now. I tried to picture the scene of Sarah trying to zip it up as we get ready to go to one of the cruise dances or the Captain's Dinner. Sarah was definitely excited as I showed her everything about the boat and all the activities. They even have a fully-stocked bar and also a beach volleyball sandpit. But as excited as she was, I couldn’t help but detect the greatest excitement when I started showing her pictures of the 24-hour buffet which is absolutely free to all passengers. Well, it’s included in the cruise fee, and you can eat as much as you want, whenever you want, and whatever you want. The tables pretty well groaned beneath platter after platter of fancy pastas, pizzas, butter lobster, fried shrimp and desserts of every kind. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I think Sarah was practically salivating as I showed her these pictures. Even as Sue rubbed her belly, so full and so hurtful from her most recent gluttonous party. Even as she lay there in distress, I could see her eyes twinkling as I showed her these pics of the passengers chowing down at the massive buffets. Oh well, I see Sarah out the window on her way over here. I’ve got to prepare some snacks and drinks for our afternoon. I'm sure she'll be hungry. Hehe. Oh, I am so wicked sometimes.