"Haah..." you sigh, staring at the dimly glowing candles in front of you.
You are Anon, and you're celebrating your 18th birthday alone. While you have two loving parents, they were both forced to be out of town for business, and while they left you a cake in the fridge, and presents wrapped on the desk, it's not the same as having them here. All your friends were either sick, busy, or just flat out flakes, leaving you alone at a wooden table, staring dejectedly at the cake before you.
The glowing flames of the candles flicker and dance in front of your eyes, and with a heavy heart you take a moment to mull over what you should wish for. You know in your heart it's silly to indulge in such a tradition, but considering the circumstances you could use the levity.
"I wish... I wish someone was here with me..." you mutter, before taking a deep breath and blowing out all the candles at once.
And that's when it happens.
The cake on the table shudders slightly, causing you let out a surprised yelp and jump back, the wooden chair clattering to the floor.
It moves again, slightly at first, but soon it's practically jumping and twisting, and you can do nothing but watch, unable to tear your eyes away from the spectacle.
In a final mighty leap, it suddenly explodes into confetti and glitter, and you can hardly believe your eyes. Sitting on your table is... well, whatever she is, she's clearly a girl.
Staring back at you is a curvy, voluptuous girl wearing a frilly dress that catches the light strangely, like it wasn't made of cloth. Whatever it's made of, it's clearly straining to contain her massive breasts, which have to be the size of damn basketballs. She has a cute, joyous face, her plump lips turned up into a smile and her eyes are practically sparkling. She has long brown hair like chocolate frosting, and atop her head is a single burning candle.
"Hi, I'm the Birthday Girl! Are you Anon?" she asks sweetly,