“I’ll be your server for tonight. Here for the buffet? The dishes are right there. Now, what would you like to drink?” asked the black-haired, almond-eyed, sumo-sized fat guy. While he shared Jason's height, the server was built on a broader and far fatter scale. Jason found himself admiring the man’s globe-shaped gut, inflated pecs and massive ass - appreciating for perhaps the first time a fat male figure.

Knowing - from the stuffings in the frat house - that his food capacity was greatest when he was a touch drunk, Jason decided to see if this congenial obese guy would card him. “A pitcher of draft,” he replied in a confident voice.

“Sure!” replied the server, winking at Jason. “Dig in!” he added, motioning to the steam tables. Jason wasted no time in taking up the obese waiter’s advice.

Four heaping plates later, Jason looked up to find the corpulent server in front of him. “Man, you eat almost like me!” he said. “Trying to gain a few?”

“More than a few!” replied Jason.

“Well then, here’s something better than beer to drink,” remarked the server, putting a small teapot and cup down on the table. “This’ll help your appetite and your digestion, and it tastes good too!”

“Thanks!” said Jason. He sipped the green tea appreciatively, then said, “Now for more food!” as he pushed his chair heavily back from the table.

“That’s the spirit!” grinned the server, before moving on to another table.

Five more plates, another pot of tea and another jug of draft later, Jason is just contemplating looking for some dessert when the fat server comes up again. “I hope you’ll forgive me asking,” he says, “but....