As I watched her eat every last morsel of that chocolate covered, candy filled, diabetes laced, death cake. I finally cracked, I thought, "if she wanted candy, I'll give her candy"

I had a thought, how much candy could she actually eat before she cracked open like a pinata. I started doing some research on how to expand the stomach. It was then I realized, it could take some time before it would stretch enough to burst, and then there was the issue with her appetite, and if she filled up before the big moment.

Luckily, there was medication for that, not that she needed it, I mixed it in with her food every day. Over time she started to swell up, she often cried to me, "I can't stop eating, I'm always hungry. Please help." I'd smile, as I said how great she looked then told her there was nothing to worry about. She would smile with tears in her eyes and thank me for being there for her. I'd give her some chocolate cake to cheer her up. The funny part was we were getting on better than ever before, so she never expected a thing.

For a few weeks leading up to her birthday I held back on her favorite treat's. My plan was to fill her up with as much shit as I could, and when she thought she couldn't eat anymore I'd pull out the big guns.

The big day arrived; she was so happy. I got her exactly what she wanted, so she didn't mind when she realized her favorite snacks were not there. By the end of the party, she ate so much I was sure she was going to burst before my not-so-secret weapon came into play. I knew the time had come and the party was nearly over, so I pulled out a massive tray of her absolute favorite snacks.

It seemed to turn her stomach at first, I could see it in her face, but with just a little bit of encouragement by me, she was ready to go. She started off strong, she must have scoffed down 2 pounds of chocolate alone, then she started to slow down, but she never gave up, well not until it was too late. When she couldn't eat anymore, I decided to finish it, I convinced the rest of the kids to give her, her birthday the bumps; where everyone grabbed part of her and thrown her up as high as they could, one for every year, and it took a lot of kids to get her up, she was a big girl. It only took 5 throws before it happened, I will not go too into it, but we'll just say all the kids were wearing the same color clothes afterwards. It was so funny, I laughed for hours, but everyone thought I was crying, what a day.