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I was anybody out there knew of any stories with a female protagonist wearing a fat suit. As my user name implies, I find fat suits to be quite attractive. They're a nice, non-destructive way of appearing larger and heavier. So, if you're aware of any good fiction (or even non-fiction) story involving a good female fat suit, please comment it below. I've read the Costume one by JayTee, which was pretty good.

Hello! I'm new to this community and thought I'd introduce myself. I'm just beginning to feel confident posting photos of myself as a fat girl! I'm a recent diet industry dropout. I LOVE food and eating WAY too much. I'm still exploring the realm of feederism, but I'm not opposed to eating whatever I want and maybe getting a little bigger as a result, since that's already pretty much what I've been doing my whole adult life. Hopefully I fit in ok here 😌

Forum on weight gain on fictional characters in the world of video games or any 3d/animated character. Original or new characters.

Hello Everyone! I am The Drifter. Long time writer, first time posting here. I think? Anywho. Decided to pull this short story out from the dpeths of my PC and share it here! Contains burps, farts, and lots of food. Enjoy! He was in his perfect place. Watching her was like watching an angel descend from the heavens and though he felt like his heart could take off and fly away with her, he stayed in his seat. A wooden chair placed to the side of a long wooden dinner table, the perfect spot for him to watch the love of his life devour her dinner tonight. Watching her eat is like witnessing the next wonder of the world coming to life. Each bite she took with her delicate fingers. She ate with a grace that one would expect from the most feminine of women. Not too fast as to enjoy every bite but not so slow to keep them at the table for the entire night. Just the perfect balance for them to both enjoy the night for the right amount of time for them both to fully enjoy the spectacle she put on. And put on she did. The wore a rather nice black skirt and button-up top she wore in her late teenage years. It was safe to say she had grown a bit since then as her thick caramel thighs gushed from the large hole at the bottom of the skirt. The fabric clung to her curves like its own life depending on it, or like it was struggling to survive the bulges of fat around her middle. Digging into her prominent love handles and threatened to tear when she sat down at the table before the feast. They didn’t last long… Even with the assistance of the button-up shirt tucked into her skirt, the three specially made pies, plates of collard greens, both a turkey leg and breast proved too much for the article. The stubborn zipper created a resounding rip as it tore with the fabric down her side. He even gasped, seeing her lips curve into an ‘O’ with relief as her belly-flopped out onto its proper porch that was her thunderous thighs. Her shirt still held strong, just barely showing her delicious tanned skin between the holes as they stretched taught over her ** belly. She giggled and he laughed but nothing else was needed to be said. Their brief gazes into each other’s eyes and timid blushes expressed all they were feeling for one another. As she continued to eat, he continued to watch. He would be remiss if he didn’t keep a good eagle eye on her chest. A pair of round sacks of flesh upon her chest was the perfect size for them to fill his hands. They almost seemed to grow with every pound of food she carefully passed through her lips. It was especially exciting when she was surprised by a powerful hiccup. The jolt following a rather rapid swig of her drink caused the top two buttons to fly off near freeing her breasts completely if it weren’t for her little black bra. The eating continued like this. She filled plate after plate with whatever she could reach and when she would have been required to get up from her seat, he would stand to bring it to her. This was far from their first time, by this point the two of them were a well-oiled eating machine. Well, she was an eating machine, he was her pit crew. Buttons continued to fail on her blouse as she continued. Two tins of casserole disappeared into her stomach and another button popped off around her chest. A dense pound of meatloaf sat heavily in her gut causing the bottom button to skitter right off her thighs. It took a giant bowl of potato salad, the whole rotisserie chicken, and half of the whole turkey to get the next button to fly across the room. It is one of the final three, it was the one in the center of her belly and revealed the dark hole of her belly button. Fat from her growing potbelly bulge from the holes left by her buttons and he was eager for the last two to pop. As a personal challenge for them both, he would not assist in a belly rub until her belly was completely free. Damn, those buttons were just about as stubborn as she was. Wanting to not only finish everything without any assistance, but she also desired to make herself as full as possible for him. Keeping everything down including gas, her stomach was like a passing storm with the loud growls and gurgles it was emitted by the time she reached her last plates. Still, even with her belly sticking out a good foot onto her lap and far beyond the reach of her modest breasts, the buttons simply stayed dug into the flesh of her enormously soft gut. He wondered what would go first, the love of his life or the buttons of her blouse as she finished off the last of the turkey. The rest of its body picked clean as was the rest of the dishes upon the table. Her belly was massive, far larger than he had ever seen it before and he was with her last Thanksgiving. Even though today was no holiday, they did make sure to get all the food their disposable income could manage. Her belly, an enormous ** that even with all the food packed into it still looked like a large, fatty, gut. A tummy that ‘pregnant’ didn’t quite describe properly. It wasn’t quite round enough for that. And it’s what he loved most about it. No matter how much she ate, the abundance of fat that naturally stored there kept it a nice, plush center he could always sink his hands into. And the time for him to do so finally came. To call an end to her feast, she licked every one of her fingers clean of any residue left by her meal. Slowly plunged each digit behind her lips and slowly dragged them out until she got to her last finger. She pulled it out slower than ever, finding a delicious piece of sauce-covered chicken she had to suck off. It left her lips with a tiny pop and she sighed with the accomplishment all inside of her roaring middle. One that desperately needed relief. He looked to her golden-brown eyes then to the buttons. She knew, closing her eyes as she brought her hands to the sides of her enormous gut and brought them in with a delicate but forceful slap. A wave-like ripple surged over her soft abdomen and sent the buttons careening off of her shirt, allowing her belly to bounce outward to its full size upon her lap. It glorped like an aquarium and let out not one but two simultaneous but distinct gurgles like two dogs fighting for territory. Worried, he prepared to move to her aid, but knowing what was going on inside herself, she leaned to the side with a pained expression and her cheeks reddening for what was to come. A pair of gaseous eruptions blew from her top and bottom simultaneously. A raucous belch aimed towards the ceiling shook the floor above while her boisterous fart rattled the floor beneath them. The enormous but equal to her meal expulsions together shook the entire room. He watched in loving delight as he felt the table he held onto shifting across the tiled floor. The empty pots, plates, and glasses clattering just as much as the dishes still left in the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. He was almost worried, at least expecting that the pane glass window directly behind her seat would crack with the unnerving wobbling noise he could pick up just over the gas his girl was letting out. And just when he was wondering if they were ever going to end, they began to fade. Soon coming to an end and leaving minimal damage to their surroundings. After a few moments, he moved in to sink his hands into her gut. Giving it a great congratulatory rub for all she had done. Though embarrassed by her final release, she was over the moon with the smile he had on his face. Thankful that she could please him with such accomplishments. The two shared a long kiss, he shared all the things he loved about her and she let him know that she should’ve been letting out the gas throughout the meal. Because she still had room for more…

As title reads, duh 21 m, 190Ibs in Chandler, AZ Open to anything feeder or feedee related, but tbh I'm leaning more feedee. Anyone local at all?

My two cents to the matter. Dec. 2007 – 59 kg (130 lbs) I met her (let’s call her Natalia) back in South America, in Maldonado – where I was from. An upper-class, fair-skinned, 1.60 m, 23-year old Paraguayan girl. She was cheerful and kind. Her laugh was contagious. She had (dark) brown hair, medium length. Her eyes were even greener than now. We soon became boyfriend and girlfriend, and then she returned to Asunción del Paraguay – where she lived with her mother and sister. The following months I’d spend a lot of money on international calls, and a lot of time writing e-mails to her and chatting with her. April 2008 – 62 kg (137 lbs) I flew to Asunción and went to visit her when Easter came around. I met her mother (also 1.60 m, perhaps 105 kg / 231 lbs?) and younger sister (quite slim and attractive), and we all had a very good time together. I noticed through some living-room pictures that her mother used to be quite athletic, and rather thin. Natalia would mention at some point that her mom gained a lot of weight over the years, especially after her father passed away. Dec. 2008 – 63 kg (139 lbs) I spent NYE and part of the summer in Asunción. We were lying on the ground for hours, sunbathing, and enjoying their swimming pool. Natalia would usually wear an orange bikini, size 3, and her mother (at approx. 105 kg) a bathing suit – floral design. We had a great time together! March 2009 – 61 kg (134 lbs) Natalia told me her aunt (in the States) invited her to spend 4 or 5 months with her, so as to babysit her son (the nephew of Natalia). We discussed it and thought it was a good idea; perhaps the savings she’d bring could help us finally live together? Sept. 2009 – 69 kg (152 lbs) I flew to Asunción, and went to the airport with her mother and relatives, to welcome her back. Yes, she brought some USDs from the Midwest, and also some extra £ pounds. She was quite chubbier, and so happy to see me! Jan. 2010 – 65 kg (143 lbs) We spent the summer in Asunción, with her mom and sister. The orange bikini (size 3) was still around, and her mom was still wearing her floral design swimsuits. Aug. 2010 – 60 kg (132 lbs) Natalia and I finally moved together, to a rather small town in the Uruguayan countryside. I was working as a mechanical engineer, for the largest milk producer of Uruguay. Natalia (soon after) joined a local secondary school as an art teacher. My parents (living in Maldonado, approx. 2 hours away) were really happy to have us in Uruguay, and came to visit us many times over the first few months. Jan. 2011 – 64 kg (141 lbs) That summer we went to Maldonado. My family was very welcoming with Natalia, and immediately fell in love her. Natalia would either wear the (old) orange bikini, or a similar (also kind of small) one in green – size 3 as well. May 2011 – 68 kg (150 lbs) I guess that if you go out for dinner very often, and spend a lot of time watching movies in your brand new sofa and eating M&Ms you will gain some weight. Natalia did, indeed. I did not. (Perhaps because, unlike my girlfriend, I’ve been always into sports, and running and cycling?) Dec. 2011 – 65 kg (143 lbs) We split the summer between Maldonado (Uruguay) and Asunción; between my rather sporty family (loads of activities, all the time!) and her indolent mother – that was back then weighing around 110 kg. April 2012 – 69 kg (152 lbs) Natalia turned 28, and started taking the pill. She also started having problems at school, with some parents. And her mom was missing her a lot, and wanted us to go and live in Paraguay. Jan. 2013 – 78 kg (172 lbs) Maldonado. No more orange bikini nor green bikini for Natalia. Now she’d wear a size 4, with more of a classic cut – light blue, with some yellow. She’d eventually complain about her weight, but not as much as you’d expect. My parents, on the other hand, made comments every now and then. As a New Year wish, Natalia decided to stop with the pills, and start exercising and dieting. Sep. 2013 – 67 kg (148 lbs) Natalia leaves the school she was working in, and starts giving private art lessons. I start to have some problems with my job. Jan. 2014 – 66 kg (145 lbs) We go back to Paraguay for the summer, and my girlfriend goes back to the green bikini (size 3). Her mom is now @ 115 kg, wearing a dark blue (rather boring) bathing suit. The sister of Natalia (younger than my girlfriend) announces she will get married by the end of the year. Oct. 2014 – 73 kg (161 lbs) Was the anxiety / discomfort of having her young sister getting married before than her causing Natalia to gain weight? On the other hand, my mother in law was becoming desperate to lose weight for the wedding – and apparently becoming quite succesful at it. Dec. 2014 – 77 kg (170 lbs) Natalia’s sister gets married. Natalia was almost at her all-time top weight, and her mom was now around 88 kg. The wedding (in Asunción) was a lot of fun! Once the newlyweds left to Thailand (honeymoon) my girlfriend and I stayed for a month in Asunción, with her mother. Swimming pool days, most of them. The light-blue (with some yellow) size 4 bikini was back. Her mother, on the other hand, was now wearing a nicer swimsuit (a bit smaller, more juvenile?) – and even confessed tone day that she bought herself a two-piece bathing suit (a large bikini, dark blue) that she did not dare to wear, after all. “Do you want to have it?” – she asked one day to Natalia, before quickly replying to herself that “no, no… it’s too big for you; what am I thinking?” Jun. 2015 – 74 kg (163 lbs) I am unemployed, and the Uruguayan unemployment insurance scheme is far from being good. For a few months we had difficult times. Then I found a job – in the States! Jan. 2016 – 73 kg (161 lbs) We spent the summer in Uruguay, altogether. Our last summer in South America for a few years. Natalia’s mother (now at 95 kg?) and her sister came from Paraguay, and my parents and other relatives spent a lot of time with us too. It was the last light-blue (with some yellow) size 4 bikini summer. April 2018 – 88 kg (194 lbs) What can I say? We all know how life in the States can go – especially when you just move there. And Natalia was turning 34, and apparently we were not able to have kids… Dec. 2018 – 84 kg (185 lbs) We finally managed to travel to South America, over the South American summer. First we spent some days in Asunción, then a few days in Uruguay. My mother in law was @ 105 kg, wearing one of her old bathing suits – floral design. Natalia was using the large, dark blue, size 5 bikini that her mom offered her years ago. We had a great time together. And of course, the “weight” issue pop up multiple times, particularly in Uruguay. Jan. 2019 – 93 kg (205 lbs) We did not manage to go to South America. My parents were noticing (over Skype and Facetime) my wife was quite overweight, but did not dare to say much, I believe. They probably understood Natalia was not having a good time with her sister having kids, and us not being able (we discovered that in 2018) to have kids. But hey, we had a dog now – and our finance was better than ever! Dec. 2019 – 107 kg (236 lbs) Another Christmas and NYE in the States, not being able to see our South American relatives. We did visit Natalia’s relatives in the Midwest though. And yes, they were quite surprised to see Natalia in her black leggings, and big sweater, eating Christmas sweets like if anything happened to her. Jul. 2020 – 118 kg (260 lbs) COVID-19… It does not help much, does it? We recently received a package from Paraguay. Natalia told her mom we had a swimming pool now, and we were spending a lot of time there. Her mom sent her a nice present: her dark blue (rather boring) bathing suit she wore in back in Jan. 2014, when she was @ 115 kg. “You can have it, Natty… I hardly ever use it, as I lost some weight now and I am back @ 85 kg! Love, mom”. My family, on the other hand, keep asking me to send them pictures of the two of us in the pool – and I still don’t know what to do...

Looking for a female feedee in the Tampa area

Your name is Kevin, and you get what you want. Today is the first day of your senior year, soccer tryouts are after class, and the day starts like any other. After grabbing a quick breakfast, you hop into your car and drive to school. Your first few classes are uneventful, as you’ve already completed most of your degree, leaving you with mostly filler. After lunch, you find yourself in Cooking class and pay little attention to the teacher. Instead, you notice a girl sitting at the desk next to yours. You don't recognize her so she must be a freshman. A slight little thing, she has short black hair and eyeliner on underneath large glasses. She's wearing high-waisted leather pants and a long sleeve crop top that ends just above her belt. You can't help but notice that she has a nice, albeit thin, body. Her breasts are small and barely push against her button-down crop top, and her ass barely fills the seat. Her very thin waist and flat stomach still give her a slight hourglass appearance, however. She also seems nervous, and she fidgets with a pen on the desk. You're curious about her and decide to ask her what her name is. "Hi, I'm Kevin, and you are?" "Um, hi...um, Kevin," she says. "I'm Rebecca." "Nice to meet you, Rebecca," you say, and she smiles shyly at you. "So what do you think of the class?" she asks, not looking up from the pen in front of her. "It's okay, I like to cook so it should be a good test of my skills. Why'd you sign up for this class?" you ask her. "Well, my counselor said I was required to take one more elective so I signed up for cooking. But I don't think I'll be much use in this class since I don't have any experience," she says. "Oh, I've got plenty of experience," you reply, smiling. Suddenly, the teacher instructs everyone that we need to choose a partner for the rest of the semester. "Hey, it sounds like you might need some help from someone with experience, would you like to be partners?" you ask Rebecca. She blushes and turns red, replying. "Umm, yes, sure." Class for that day was very simple, all we had to do was make a batch of 6 chocolate cupcakes. You did most of the work, while Rebecca mostly just watched, occasionally swiping some batter. In the end, six perfect chocolate cupcakes sat in front of you and Rebecca. The teacher complimented you and informed the class that you were taking everything you made in the class. You ate two of the cupcakes, and Rebecca ate three. You were surprised to see such a thin girl eat that many, but after noticing the look of bliss that appeared on her face after every bite, you no longer were surprised. "Would you like my last one?" you ask Rebecca, offering the final cupcake to her. "Oh I really shouldn't..." she replies, although the way that she is looking at the cupcake indicates she's willing to try it. "Why not?" You ask her. "Well you know, I've already had three and..." she looks away, blushing. "Hey don't worry, and don't get me wrong, you're hot, but you could stand to use a little meat on your bones," you tell her directly. Rebecca turns redder than before and her mouth opens as if she has something to say, but nothing comes out. You pass the cupcake over, and she bites into it. You can't help but smile as she looks at you with a little look of wonder on her face, licking the remaining chocolate off her lips. "Wow," she breathes, and a moment later she licks her lips again. "Don't worry, I won't share my secrets with anyone," you joke. Suddenly the bell rings, and Rebecca quickly packs up and starts to head out. As she stands up you notice her very thin belly just barely pushing against the button of her leather pants. You notice your cock start to harden in your pants, snaking down your thigh. Rebecca notices too, it's hard not to with how large it is, and she suddenly stops putting on her jacket and stares at your groin for a split second. "See you tomorrow?" You ask, breaking her out of her trance. "Y- yeah! See you tomorrow!" She replies, blushing furiously as she turns and quickly leaves the room. You chuckle as you watch her small ass hurry down the hall. The rest of the school day goes by uneventfully, you get the usual stares and bask in the attention, nothing unusual. What you're excited about, however, comes after school. "Alright, everyone! Welcome to tryouts!" shouts Coach. It's after classes for the day, and in front of you stands a small crowd of boys. You are the captain of the soccer team and are standing next to Coach looking at the crowd in front of you. You see a lot of returning faces, seniors, juniors, and sophomores that already made the team. They still have to try out, although their spot is virtually guaranteed. Among them, however, are new faces. A few upperclassmen, but mostly sophomores and freshmen. "Here's what we're gonna do..." shouts Coach to the crowd. As he drones on about how tryouts will be run, you look through the crowd of boys, and one catches your eye. He's short, standing at only about 5 foot 3. He has short brown hair and a very slim build, almost no muscle at all. He has soft features, and a nervous look on his face, as if he's worried something bad is about to happen. You can already tell that he won't make the team based on build alone unless he turns out to be some kind of wizard with the ball at his feet. However, the plans forming in your head for him don't involve soccer at all. Coach blows his whistle and everyone is separated into positions, keepers, defense, and offense. The boy you noticed earlier appears to be on offense, as he moves to the group that you're leading. As the captain, and forward of the team, you guide the group of returning and new players in a few simple drills, passing, shooting, the sort. You take mental note of each new player's abilities, considering how they'd pair with the current players, and their future potential. The boy you took notice of before does not look to have much potential. The ball gets tangled in his feet, his field vision is terrible, and he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with his shot. That doesn't matter, however. You look at the tryout roster that Coach gave you and find him. "Sam" is the boy's name, he's a freshman. You can't help but smile. Later that night, you're meeting with Coach about who should make the team. You've got most of the open spots down when you come to Sam. "There's no way, right?" asks Coach. "I saw a lot of potential in him, I think he'd make a good addition to the team," you replied. However, you weren't talking about Sam’s potential as a soccer player. You meant... well you know what you meant. "Hmm, alright, I'll let this kid be your one pick for this year, but it's up to you to make sure he develops." Coach said back to you. "Oh he'll develop alright..." you think to yourself. You make your way back home after the meeting and go to sleep thinking that this year is going to be great. The next day begins the same as any other, you grab a quick breakfast and head to school. Your classes pass in a blur, with little attention paid, until you get to the class you were looking forward to, cooking. You see Rebecca already sitting in her seat next to you, reading, and as you sit down you glance at her and take in her outfit. She has low-waisted jeans on, and a crop top, showing off her flat tummy. “Good morning Rebecca,” you announce as you take your seat next to her. She looks up from her book at you, her large eyes magnified by her glasses, appearing surprised that you remembered her name. “Oh! H- hey Kevin! Good morning!” she stutters, albeit enthusiastically. Before your conversation can continue, "Today's food will be pasta!" declares the teacher, to which Rebecca's eyes light up. Although she says nothing, you can tell by her reaction that pasta is a favorite of hers. You chuckle under your breath and wonder how someone so small could have such joy for food. You begin working on the pasta, making it from scratch. Rebecca watches and helps out where she can, although you still end up doing most of the work. "Ah shoot," you say, looking at the uncooked past pile you've made in front of yourself. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asks. "I made way too much," you reply. "Guess I'll just make a big plate." The dish that you've been ordered to make with the pasta is alfredo spaghetti, for which you also make a very rich alfredo sauce. Occasionally you'll catch Rebecca out the corner of your eye dipping her fingers into the cheese sauce, and slowly sucking it off. You can't help but notice your cock hardening in your pants, and you try to focus on finishing the dish. You also notice Rebecca suddenly stiffen and quite obviously fail to not glance at your crotch every few seconds while blushing furiously. Finally, you finish the meal, a huge ** of spaghetti alfredo in front of you. You serve yourself some, and a bit more to Rebecca. "Thank you!" She says as she takes a bite. Her eyes widen, and she quickly takes another bite, then another. Soon her plate is wiped clean before you're even halfway done. "She's perfect," you think to yourself, then saying out loud "would you like some more?" She nods vigorously, blushing slightly, and you hand her an even larger serving. In the end, she eats four total servings of rich pasta, and although there is still much left, you are nonetheless impressed. "Oh -urp- I think I ate too much," she says, leaning back slightly in her chair and resting her hand on her belly, which now protrudes slightly again, a stray curve in her otherwise flat figure. You say nothing, instead focusing on trying to stop your cock from bursting out of your pants, it already being at full mast and reaching almost to your knee. Rebecca doesn't seem to notice, being in a stuffed state seems to have put her in almost a trance. Suddenly the bell rings, and you start to pack your things. "Ehem," you hear Rebecca catch your attention and turn to her. "Would you, help me up please?" she asks, still sitting back in her chair, her stuffed belly on full display. "Of course," you reply and help her to her feet. However, as you do, she stumbles slightly and ends up pressing her pert ass against your groin. You're quite a bit taller than her, and you flinch as you feel your cock press from the small of her back, against her ass, and slightly down her thigh. This seems to snap her out of her trance, a deep flush returning to her cheeks. She stays frozen for a second, no doubt feeling your huge cock pulse against her through your clothes. Suddenly she breaks away, her knees pulled together, "I - ah - um-" she stammers. "Don't worry about it," you say, a slight smile across your lips. You love to see them flustered. "Okay, see you tomorrow," she says quickly, and leaves in a hurry, although no doubt not as fast as she'd like due to the amount of food she's packed into herself. The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. After school, you have the first day of practice. As usual, you run the offensive drills, although today you intend to get to know your players a little better, starting with Sam. During a water break, you walk up to him, "Hi, I'm Kevin," you say to the panting Sam, who just finished some mediocre runs. He looks up to you, being nearly a foot shorter, and replies, "Hi, I-I'm Sam," he says with a slight waver in his voice. Perfect, he's nervous. You like to make them nervous around you. "You coming to the cafeteria after practice today? Our school is pretty prestigious so we can afford to keep it open late for the athletes, and it's buffet style, can't get much better than that," you ask Sam. He responds, "Yeah, sure, sounds good." He still seems to be out of breath. "See you later then, Sam." You say, and begin to jog back to the field. After the rest of the practice goes by, you find yourself at the cafeteria, joking with the new and returning players, celebrating the first practice of the season. As you look away from the rowdiness of your friends for a second, you notice Sam alone towards the end of the table, picking at a small plate of food. You decide to go over to him. "Pretty small plate you got there," you say to him, "not hungry?" "Not really," he replies, "guess I had a big lunch." "Come on, you can eat more than that!" you tell him, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Maybe I could," he responds. "You definitely could, and," you say, "you should as well. You're much too thin right now, you need to bulk up a little if you want to see any playing time," you tell Sam. "I-" he starts to protest. Your grip on his shoulders tightens slightly, and you bend down to his ear. "Listen to me," you command, your voice shifting from the suggestion of a friendly captain to a command from someone in a position of power, "you need to get something more to eat. I'm your captain and I said so, is that clear?" you whisper in his ear. "Yes," he replies weakly, a deep blush in his feminine cheeks, "Yes..." you hiss into his ear. "Yes, sir," he says shakily, eyes glazed over, legs pushed together. "Good!" you say cheerily, flipping off the switch, "now eat up!" you tell him. You return to the rest of the team, who were too busy being loud assholes to notice you even left. As you return to them, Sam scarfs down his food, almost in a haze, and gets up to return to the buffet. Towards the end of the night, much of the team has left, and it's only you and a few of the veteran players left talking. And, Sam. "What's up with him?" one of the other players asks, pointing towards Sam. Sam still sits at the end of the table, slowly moving his fork from the table to his mouth. You look him up and down and can clearly see the outline of his stomach, packed full of food, pressing against his t-shirt. "I dunno," you answer, "he's pretty quiet, and doesn't talk much." "Well, whatever, you ready to go?" they ask you. "Yup, one sec," you respond, and shout "Sam! Time to go." Sam looks up, looking as if he just became aware of his surroundings, and quietly stands up, walking past the rest of you as he heads for the exit. "Damn, he keeps eating like that and he's gonna bulk up," one of the other veteran players says. "Yes," you think to yourself, "yes he will."