Mrs. sanders' big brunch

Chapter 3 - part 3: accident

"Well, I must be going now," she finally said. "Goodbye Eleanor." She struggled through the process of extricating herself from the chair, requiring several attempts to generate inertia sufficient to raise her bulk to its feet. Eleanor stood up slowly to escort her guest to the door. "Well, alright then, if you're sure you won't have any more." Winnifred perked up instantly. "IS there any more?" she inquired hopefully, her hands massaging her paunch. Eleanor trotted to her cupboard, and after a quick inspection replied, "There is one yeast roll left. Here, I won't take up any more of your time. Take it home with you for a snack."
She wrapped the roll in a napkin and handed it to Winnifred. "Take care of yourself, Mrs. Sanders, and do come again soon," implored Eleanor, practically pushing her pudgy guest towards the door. "I certainly will, and thank you ever so much for the brunch," the bulging doll replied as she waddled across the kitchen. She had to turn sideways to fit through the hallway, and as she carefully wiggled along, she stumbled and dropped her snack. "Oh dear, clumsy me," she mused. With Eleanor standing impatiently behind her, Winnifred bent down to retrieve the precious morsel, groaning with exertion as her bloated gut fought her the whole way down. Every seam and stitch in the doll's body creaked and groaned in protest as she stooped, and just as she finally managed to grab her prize, she felt a sharp pain in her backside accompanied by a ripping noise which echoed throughout the room.
Instantly she raised her head, her mouth agape, while her lower half remained frozen in shock. Her worst fear from that morning suddenly being realized, she stood up slowly and carefully, afraid to make any sudden movements. She reached a hand around to feel along her buttocks. Yes, it had happened again. She had ruptured the seam in her backside. "Oh, stuff and fluff!" Winnifred moaned in horrified embarrassment. Eleanor stood stark still, her delicate hands covering her mouth. "Mrs.--Mrs. Sanders!" she gasped. "Are you alright?"
Winnifred could be rather prideful, and so she feigned composure despite her great distress. "Oh yes, dear, I am quite alright. It's only a little tear. I can take care of this myself just fine until I see Kayla. Bothersome indeed, but nothing a little twist-and-tie can't solve. Eleanor, before I go, could I trouble you to use your looking glass?" Eleanor took the older doll by the hand and led her to the mirror. "Of course, Mrs. Sanders. Anything you need." Although they had their differences, everyone in the big doll house really did care about Winnifred, and Eleanor was no exception. Winnifred waddled along with her hand across her rump, to prevent any stuffing from falling out along the way.
When she reached the mirror, she adopted her stance from earlier that morning, using the reflection of her twin to inspect her otherwise-invisible backside. This time, however, it was with much greater effort that she turned to look back at the glass. As she twisted around, her seams creaked with tightness, and the fabric around her hips and lower back rumpled and folded over, giving her midsection the appearance of a giant cloth-and-stuffing caterpillar. "Oh help. Oh gracious," she stammered as she saw how bad the damage to her bottom was. It was true, the doll's bum had completely given way under the strain of containing her overcrowded stuffing. Between her buttocks was a large oval opening, where white fluff had practically erupted forth, and it was all framed with a messy tangle of broken black threads. "Tut tut tut," Winnifred clucked nervously. She reached back to begin cleaning up the mess and--found that she could not. The gluttonous doll had eaten so much that her short arms could no longer reach her preposterously round backside. She looked to Eleanor imploringly and asked meekly, "Could you lend a helping hand?"
"Of course, Mrs. Sanders," Eleanor crooned comfortingly. She patted the older doll gently on her backside and said "Come over here by the table." She proceeded to clear away the mess from their aforementioned meal while Winnifred shuffled awkwardly into position, then moved behind her patient and instructed the ripped doll with confidence. "Now, bend over the table and hold on tight." Winnifred obeyed, her face flushed bright red with humiliation. "Are you ready?" "Yes," replied Winnifred bashfully, desperately hoping that Eleanor could get her out of this mess. "OOF!" the unfortunate doll grunted as she felt her backside rammed roughly. She grumpily looked back to see Eleanor pushing the protruding stuffing back into its proper place. After the initial shock subsided, Winnifred breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the filling sensation of being properly stuffed once more. Now came the tricky part.
"Oof! Ooh! Ohhh help AND bother!" Winnifred protested as the younger doll began to work. Eleanor grabbed the broken stitches on the edge of each buttock and pulled them hard, causing Winnifred to scrunch her face up tightly, overwhelmed by sharp tingles in her most sensitive area. Eleanor's goal was to cinch the opening together again and get some of the broken threads knotted together. It would not be a very sturdy repair job, but it would have to do until Kayla could attend to the situation. As the frustration and discomfort of both parties gradually escalated, Eleanor finally fumed, "Well, this all comes from eating too much!"
"I beg your pardon!" Winnifred exclaimed, groaning and moaning as Eleanor yanked on her corpulent bottom with increasing force. "This all comes--oooh!--from having too much fluff and not enough threads to keep it all in!" "Your fluff--hhhhnnnggg--was doing just fine until you gorged yourself on my food!" Eleanor released her grip on the threads and threw up her hands in despair. Winnifred took a deep breath in response to the released pressure, suddenly realizing that this was all causing a strange stirring sensation deep in her tummy which was not entirely unpleasant. "It's just no use," Eleanor declared. "There's only one thing to do. I'll go get Kayla."