"Babe, are you dressed?" Ritchie said, before going inside the room, waiting at the door.
"Yes! I'm doing my makeup," Chrissie answered from inside, shouting because of the loud rock music coming from the stereo.
He went inside, the huge girl was sitting on a small couch in front of a desk with a mirror, with lots of makeup everywhere. The windows were open, and a gentle breeze came into the room, letting out any unpleasant smells that may come from unwanted flatulence.
"So, here she is," Ritchie said.
With him was a somewhat short girl, dark skinned and fit, with curly brown hair. She was wearing a plain white shirt, buttoned all the way to the top with arms neatly folded and black tailored pants, high waisted. She had bright green eyes and a pleasant face. It was Brienne.
Brienne used to work with Ritchie at Stu's Kitchen before he met Chrissie, and she had been a good friend to him while he made the business grow. She got along wonderfully with Chrissie, and they even hung out a couple of times without the boy, watching movies and going record shopping before Chrissie became too much of a couch potato.
"Bri! It's been way too long," Chrissie said, looking at them through the mirror, without trying to move her pillowy neck fat.
Brienne was speechless for a moment, because they had been some time without seeing each other and now the older girl looked even bigger than last time, which seemed impossible then. She was mostly amazed at how big she had gotten, but also about how big the clothes she was wearing looked. Most certainly made especially for her, the big white shirt managed to be buttoned all the way to the very far navel, containing the enormous jugs. On the lower belly, after a very deep and hidden belly button, a black skirt managed to cover most of her absurd ass and thighs. A white underwear was peeking from under the skirt, filled with heavy belly and fupa fat.
"I'll finish this and I'll join you in the living room, alright? I've ordered us a couple of pizzas," Chrissie added, pressing on her lips a bright red lipstick.
"Sure thing, I'll wait for you there," Bri answered.
They exited the room and Ritchie closed the door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.
"Ritch, I've told you a thousand times, it's fine! I like hanging out with her."
"I really appreciate it, and I'm sure I'll pay you fairly, but there are many things to consider if you really want the job. Now that you've seen her you know what she looks like, but there's what she is like these days," he added as they walked to the living room.
"I can imagine, but tell me anyway."
"She's very short from bedbound, as you saw, but she likes to come over to the couch and kitchen, so I've got to help her get up, which's a bitch to the back. Plus, she sweats a lot..."
"How many times a day does she change?"
"She's usually wearing very little," he said, pointing over to the heavy curtains on the windows, which prevented any passersby from seeing inside, "she's gotten into the habit of wearing nothing but underwear."
"Can you blame her?" Bri scoffed.
"No," he smiled and blushed, "I really can't, the clothes we've gotten made barely fit her anymore."
"Anything else?"
"There's the farting and the burping, I've gotten really used to it but I really should warn you. It's a lot of gas, especially when she's eating, which is most of the time. Her mind wanders when she's eating, and she doesn't talk a lot, and it can get messy depending on how hungry she is."
"Messy?"
"She spills food everywhere, her face and chest can get rough, and so I have to clean it."
"All while she's farting?"
He sighed.
"Yeah... And heavy breathing. Usually she gets so tired and unable to move that she just falls asleep."
Bri thought for a moment, and she heard a couple of sounds coming from the bedroom.
"You really love her, don't you?"
"I do, which is why I'm only giving you this job if you think you can treat her with care and respect."
"I can. I will, buddy, don't worry."