The obeast touched me I am a junior in college. Sometimes I go home to visit my parents. The other day I went to the grocery store with my mom and that is when I spotted the 300 pound marshmallow of lard. I tried to avoid it by going into the produce section, but then it screamed my name and came waddling over, huffing and puffing. I put on a fake smile but before I knew it the obeast had enveloped me into its fat. It was hugging me. I was being smothered. I kept hoping the moment would be over soon but it seemed to go on forever. I felt the rolls as it roared with glee and I smelled bo covering grease. I wiggled a little bit but the gigantic, gooey arms squeezed tighter. I barely knew the ham and it was all over me. I knew it from when I was soccer captain. It called itself a goalie, 3rd string, but was completely ineffective at blocking goals and rarely played. Somehow she was always conveniently hurt during conditioning and couldn't participate. She was big then, it was crazy to see how big she was now. It finally let me go and commented how I hadn't changed a bit and questioned how the freshman 15 didn't get me. I was so taken aback by the nightmare of being touched by it that I just nodded, wished it well and practically ran out of the store and took a shower. Do fatties have no respect for personal space? I am beyond traumatized.