The server was built on a far heavier scale than Jason, and was also taller. Jason found himself admiring the man’s fat physique - perhaps the first time he’d ever appreciated a fat figure on another.

“I’ll be your server for tonight,” said the server in a deep bass voice, that seemed to rumble from the bottom of his huge gut. “Here for the buffet? Good! The dishes are right there. Now, what would you like to drink?” asked the black-haired, almond-eyed, sumo-shaped fat handsome man.

Knowing from experience in the frat house that he could eat the most when he was also drinking, Jason decided to see if this friendly fat giant would card him. “A pitcher of draft,” he replied in his most 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 friendly giant’s advice.

Four heaping plates later, Jason looked up to find the sumo server in front of him. “Man, you eat like me!” said the server. “Looking to gain?”

“Oh yeah!” replied Jason.

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

“Thanks!” said Jason. He sipped the sweet 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 - because his new jeans are starting to feel tight - when the fat server comes up again. “I hope you’ll forgive me asking,” he says, “but....