In the morning, Jason told himself, he'd get a 'good' breakfast, then go get some new, bigger clothes. Maybe he'd even swing by the gym and check his weight - maybe even workout? After all, he needed to be strong if he was going to really gain, and he could make up for the calories burnt in the workout by scarfing an energy bar afterwards....

Jason rolls over the next morning, and the clock tells him it's 9 am. Not bad, he thinks, then remembers his stuffing last night. His stomach is no longer full, but he's sure he sees more fat down there.... nah, that's not possible, not form one night's stuffing. He showers and pulls on the sweats - which are not tight, but not loose - and a t-shirt - which is - and heads down for breakfast.

The cook behind the serving counter on Saturday mornings at the frat house doesn't have a particularly busy job, and is always glad to see the few brethern who do come for the early weekend meal. Jason has not often been one of those, thanks to the Friday night stuffings, so the cook is glad to see him, especially when he starts piling his plate high. The cook speaks to him, and Jason looks up at the ....