#flightsuits

Mrs. Melnitz has wore 7 different suits (8 times the movie and comic one are technically the same) honestly. I feel like I'm forgetting one. But can't point it down

"And you're saying you haven't eaten in days?" The disbelief in the voice of the ship's doctor was just about as thick as the midsection of their patient.

"I swear, I... I know how this looks ok, I'm not crazy, but I'm gonna go insane if I can't eat something soon." The raccoon sitting in the infirmary looked like their flight suit was painted on, the small lettering that red ROCCO . The snow leopard watched them taking shallow breaths, the rubber like construction of the suit creaking as they winced.

"I'm not... Saying I don't believe you, but I will say it's a little much to take on the face isn't it?" She plodded over, her own body contained in a similar suit that clung to her bountiful curves, but which did so in a much more form fitting manner than the cling ware of her patient. She was also granted a bit of privacy in her figure by way of the lab coat that hung open on her shoulders, simultaneously obscuring and emphasizing the enormous bulk of her figure. She reached out, one plump paw resting on the overburdened belly of the thin raccoon.

The patient let our a worried whine, nodding slowly as they seemed to melt into the doctor's touch. "I know... But I'm dying over here, I haven't tasted a drop of anything, even now I'm burning up inside I'm so hungry! It's gotta be a virus, o-or some kind of parasite right?"

"My scans have shown that it's mostly food. From the matter replicators on this ship. You're not sick, there's nothing inside you but enough food to feed your division for a week, I think we're going to have to think outside the box on this one." The doc sighed and pulled her paw away, going over to the matter replicator kept in her office for malnutrition emergencies. "Tell me, if you're so hungry, why haven't you eaten anything?"

Rocco blushed a bit as their own paws began to pick up the belly rubbing slack, trying very hard not to focus on how they had a massive crush on the doc in the first place. "I-I don't know, I mean, I guess... I-it's weird, I feel full, so full, and yet I /know/ I haven't eaten, and whenever I think about food my mouth starts to water so intensely..." Sure enough, the sight of the doc pressing keys on the machine cause Rocco's eyes to widen, pupils trembling as their mouth began to drool. Normally they would have swallowed the excessive saliva back down, but the act of swallowing was a bit painful in their current state, which caused the back of their mind to race with concern. "I don't care if I... If something bad happens, I just need to eat something, even a piece of candy, I haven't tasted food in a week!"

"A week? So what, has the food just been appearing inside you, fresh off the replicator? Hey, that's not a bad idea..." The doctor gave a devilish smirk as she continued to fiddle with the replicator, her thick paw tracing over her own suit clad belly. A few moments later, a perfectly soft bread roll was fabricated, complete with melted on butter that steamed in the chill atmosphere of the doctor's office. She picked it up, and turned around, expecting to see Rocco waiting as patiently as the supposedly starved Raccoon could manage.

Instead, she was nearly knocked over when their gut was rammed into by a Raccoon she barely recognized, stealing the bread roll out of her hands and shoving it directly into their muzzle. To her astonishment, she watched them stumble back, choking slightly as they tried and failed to force it down their body, the obvious over-fullness preventing them from manifesting their ravenous desires.

The doctor watched cautiously, keeping a safe distance as she sidled over to the counter, cautiously grabbing her multi tool. Once she was certain that Rocco wasn't going to attack her again, she slowly began to approach as they thrashed about, gagging like a seagull as they tried to choke the bread roll down.

Rocco had been hauled in here after he was seen in a similar state in the cafeteria, though then it wasn't clear if he'd actually eaten something or if something more alien was happening. The crew mate had done a good job of hiding their symptoms so far, a frustratingly common occurrence. Still, now that she had a better idea of what she was working with, she approached the bloated Raccoon and gently pressed the tip of the tool to their distended navel, a gentle pulse and a flood of medicine suddenly saw Rocco gulping as their belly pushed out just a bit further.

More things that I remember from Annecy!

Again, no guarantee this is 100% accurate. For the flightsuits I just remember that Snotlout had a Hookfang head, and Astrid had Nadder Spines on her helmet.