‘I wonder how long it’ll take to grow out of these jeans?’ Jason asked himself as he put a hand on the generous new jeans that were Grandma’s gift. ‘I really need to buy new clothes now,’ he thought, ‘as I’ll outgrow the rest of my wardrobe pronto. Really, I’ve outgrown most of it already,’ he admitted to himself. “But first, some food!” he remarked out loud, turning towards the front doors of Angelo’s Italian Buffet. Clothing, while essential, could wait until his rumbling belly had started to fulfill his physical ambitions...

And as he waited to be seated, he realised with a start that his belly was rumbling - despite the stuffing it had undergone less than two hours ago. ‘New clothes really do make a difference!’ he thought to himself. ‘As does attitude.’

“Table for one?” asked the perky, generously built server at the door.

“Yes!” he replied positively.

“This way,” she trilled, and turned towards the steam tables. “I’ve got a nice table up here for you...”

As she strode in front of him Jason noticed that she was a pretty substantial woman - much bigger than his first impression. Her uniform fit nicely, emphasizing the spread of her hips while skimming the other curves of her body. Jason found himself admiring her fat form as she moved gracefully between the tables, perhaps the first time he’d ever admired a fat human form before.

And she had hardly bustled off before another server appeared at his table. Built on a similar scale, though taller, Jason found another fat figure to admire.

“I’ll be your server for tonight. Here for the buffet? The tables are right there. Now, what would you like to drink?” asked the blond, ...