“Lots of room for more food!” Jason says to himself, bouncing a hand off his expanded gut, and making his way back to the table. He puts the too-small rugby shirt on the other chair at his table and then hits the dessert table for a pile of sweet stuff.

Four plates of dessert later, Jason feels full - finally. He pushes his chair back a bit, sips at his remaining beer, and relaxes.

“Pretty impressive!” remarks the sumo-sized server, coming up to bus his table. “Is this your first time having a late-night feed with us?”

“It’s my first time having a late-night feed,” admits Jason.

“Good for you. Hope you come back soon!” replies the server, rubbing his own massive tummy. “I certainly wouldn’t be nearly the man I am now, without this place. Maybe we’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Hmm,” says Jason, too full for the moment to think about tomorrow - though coming back did seem like a good idea, as he thought about it. “Yeah,” he finally said, “I think I will come back tomorrow. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, if it’s not too personal,” the big server said.

“Would you....