Jason looked at his gut, far over-stretching his humble rugby shirt. He really did want some dessert, but he feared that if he ate anymore, his jeans would bust. He looked back up at the server. "Yeah," he said with a bit of a laugh.

"Well you go get another plate and I'll grab you some of our sweats from the back... normally we only give them out for the people who have six of our daily specials, but you look like you've eaten the same amount so.. I don't think they'll mind," he said with a laugh.

With that, Jason heaved his aching stomach up and headed towards the dessert table. He grabbed another plate and loaded it up with sweet buns and sugary asian cakes. He then headed to the soft serve ice cream machine and loaded a soup bowl with the delicious ice cream. He then added hot fudge and nuts to the top.

He brought the spread back to his table and found a set of sweats waiting for him. He looked down at his straining rugby shirt and then back at the spoonful of ice cream in his hand. 'I'll finish this ice cream so that it doesn't melt, then go change,' he thought to himself as he brought the spoon to his mouth and devoured the first spoonful.

Bite after bite of the ice cream disappeared into his mouth and in a matter of moments the sweet was gone. As he struggled to get up again, his shirt rode up well above his navel. He pulled it down as much as he could, but still some soft pink flesh poked out from the bottom. He grabbed up the sweats and dashed off to the restroom to change.

Once in the restroom, he noticed that his gut was no longer just big ... it was huge...