You run down the stairs but by the time you reach the bottom you have to lean against the wall to catch your breath. You walk towards the table, wiping the sweat from your brow. The first thing you see startles you. Both your brother and your father have lost a significant amount of weight, neither weighing more than 200 pounds. Your mother was still the same but there was something else off about the scene. You continue towards the table and find that it is one chair short.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” you question.

“You sit where you always sit sweety.” Your mother responds, turning her head to a separate table covered in food.
You sit down at your personal feast and stare down the six New York Strip steaks in front of you. One by one you down the steaks until you clear the platter and move onto a giant bowl of mash potatoes. You wash that down with a two liter bottle of coke and just when you think you are done your family stands up and combines all of their food scraps onto a plate and place it in front of you. You scarf that down and unbuckle your belt allowing your belly to expand out further. You mother brings out a large keylime pie and places it on your table with a large serving fork. You can feel each bite stretching your stomach further and further until the plate only holds a few crumbs. Letting out a lout belch you lick the plate clean of any scraps remaining.

“Great dinner Mom!” you praise as you move yourself away from the table. A knock at the door sounds through the house. Mike answers the door.