“Say, are you trying to get big?” asked the linebacker-sized waiter.
Jason hesitated - this huge guy was in one of his classes, but...should he tell this man-mountain about his own decision to gain? Jason took a deep breath - if he gets much fatter, he thinks, he won’t be able to do that - and replied said, “Yeah, I am trying to put on a few pounds.” Since this guy obviously had put on a lot of weight - and was trying to get bigger - he might have some good ideas. And a huge, muscular friend to eat with or just hang around wouldn’t go astray on a campus full of mean-natured hardbodies both in his Frat and around the campus! Maybe this guy would have some weightlifting or strength tips too.
“Way cool!” replied the server. “Well, my name’s Aaron. If there’s anything you need that you don’t see on the buffet - or more to drink, or maybe you just want a little encouragement - I’m here for you!” The huge blond guy move stepped away, responding to a wave from a man at another other table - a man who, Jason could see, had curly black hair, a black goatee, deeply bronzed Greek good looks and shoulders and gut the size of Aaron’s! From the way they spoke, Jason could see that they knew one another. As he took another forkful, he realised that the server had just offered him encouragement. Encouragement for what? Getting bigger? At the thought of getting bigger Jason’s stomach growled again and he headed off for a fourth plateful.
The beer and the encouraging, convivial atmosphere combined to help Jason polish off a lot more food. As he dug into a sixth plate, he looked up and found the big Greek guy looking at him and smiling. He grinned back, and the Greek lifted a hand in friendly greeting. Just at that moment, Aaron sauntered up again, one massive, half-eaten chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “More beer,” he said, as much a statement as a question, and put a full stein down in front of Jason. “You’re doing great!” he continued, “but don’t forget to leave room for dessert. The chocolate chip cookies are sinful!” he said, gesturing with his.
Jason went and got himself a plateful of assorted sweet things, including a slice of apple pie, and to his surprise quickly polished them off. He looked up to find Aaron beside him, a massive cookie on one plate, and what appeared to be half a pie on a second. “You gotta try these!” he waxed enthusiastically, and to his surprise Jason found the smell of chocolate from the cookie making him hungry again. He bit into the pie with renewed exuberance.
As he licked the last few bits of chocolate chip from his lips, Jason sat back and surveyed the table. Never before had he eaten so much in one sitting! His gut felt comfortably full, though, not bloated as he would have expected - or as it had felt when he was eating on his frat brothers’ dare. Thank goodness for the new jeans Grandma had bought him, he thought, and then wondered how she could have known how big he would get. What would she think of his decision to get even bigger? But, then, the note with them had said, ‘If you want a bigger size...’ Grandpa must have been a big guy too. The thought made him feel warm and somehow ‘right’, as he surveyed his expanded girth.
As Jason sat confirming to himself his decision to grow, Aaron appeared again at his side, this time with a big cup of coffee. “Amaretto coffee?” he asked, placing the cup on the table. Jason could smell the alcohol in it. “I hope you like it,” Aaron continued, “but if not, I’ll change it. It might relax you enough to eat some more.”
“Smells great!” Jason replied, the warm sweet smell tickling his nose. As he picked up the cup, Aaron laid a plate of chocolate pastries and cookies on the table. “That’s great!” Jason added.
“Just trying to help,” replied Aaron, sounding casual. “I enjoyed serving you! You know, ...
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