Listen to this mid idea, stuffing thing I’ve been thinking about? The potential of a new human body and not knowing his own limits is pretty juicy but I’m not very good at it.
At the diner, the kids and adults get their own booths or maybe it’s the adults only, Bill seats himself while blabbing about one thing or another but gets bodily pressed against the wall as Ford sits beside him and makes him scoot further into the booth seat. Already flustered feeling their sides or legs press together in the close proximity; and Stan and Soos maybe on the other side, Bill’s been good so they’re letting him order what he wants so he looks at the menu and lists several dishes and when told to stop he complains that he was told to get what he wants and that it’s not too much for him (it is) and Stan gives him the /Alright but you better finish whatever you get parent-type scolding/ Starting with gusto but eventually feeling the fullness and pressing on because of his own hubris, the told-you-so gaze of Stan he wants to use a spoon to dig out, and even Ford is glancing at him time to time and he’s so close, his stomach is starting to ache and feel larger and his pants are tight in more than one way~