You had just started out as a fresh-faced adventurer, ready to go on noble quests and save the world. Near an old apple grove, something catches your eye. In the distance you spot someone in the dappled shade of an apple tree. As you approach you realize he's one of the fattest things you've ever seen! His beige coat, clumpy hooves and mane lead you to guess that they're a horse. A colossal stomach fills the space between his hamlike legs, the front of it pushing just beyond his hooves, while his backside is as broad as a barn; a pile of apple cores litters the ground next to him. From behind round, bloated cheeks, his eyes open, and he spots you. He smiles, face growing even rounder.

"Well hi there! Guess you're an adventurer, huh?" He chuckles, causing his behemoth body to wobble. "Yeah, I used to be one myself, but…" he smiles sheepishly and slaps his doughy side, a ripple traveling through that ocean of belly-blubber, "...Guess success kinda slowed me down. Not that I'm complaining!" He chuckles again, hand rubbing at his enormous gut. "I was pretty famous back in the day- Sampson of the Shire! Ever heard of me?" You've never heard of him. He looks a little disappointed, but shrugs, shaking a couple of apples loose from the tree. He catches one expertly without even looking. "Well hey, never mind, I don't miss fame. I've got it pretty good these days. All I gotta do is sit around and I get all the fruit I can eat!" It shows, it really does. At the mention of food, his stomach lets out a gurgle, and he absent-mindedly bites into the apple.

"'Course," he says with his mouth full, "I kinda miss city life. Especially the food! I think about going sometimes, but..." he swallows the rest of the apple whole and then attempts to stand, his huge butt lifting about a foot off the ground, quivering, before plopping back down with a THUD that shakes more apples from the tree. The big fella puffs and pants, grinning sheepishly, "...it seems a whole lot further away these days. Anyways... you got a name, kid?"