“Say, are you trying to get big too?” asked the truly fat waiter.

Jason hesitated - this fat guy was in one of his classes, but...should he tell this growing fat guy about his own decision to gain? He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I am.” Since this guy was also trying to gain weight, he might have some good ideas - and, surrounded by all the hardbodies in the Frat as he was, a gaining friend would be a good thing to have!

“Way cool!” replied the server. “Well, my name’s Robert, and if there’s anything you need that you don’t see on the buffet - or anything more to drink, or maybe you just want a little encouragement - I’m here for you!” The fat blond guy bounced off at that point, responding to a wave from a man at another other table - a man who, Jason could see, had black hair, a black goatee, deeply bronzed Italian good looks and a gut at least the size of Robert’s! Sitting for a moment, Jason realises that the server just offered him encouragement. Encouragement for what? Getting fatter? At the thought of getting bigger Jason’s stomach growled again and he headed off for a fourth plateful.

The beer and the encouraging, convivial atmosphere combined to help Jason polish off a lot more food. As he dug into a sixth plate, he looked up and found the Italian-looking fat guy looking at him and smiling. He grinned back, and the Italian lifted a hand in friendly greeting. Just at that moment, Robert bounced up again, a massive, half-eaten chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “More beer,” he said, as much a statement as a question, and put a full stein down in front of Jason. “You’re doing great!” he continued, “but don’t forget to leave room for dessert. The chocolate chip cookies are sinful!” he said, gesturing with his.

Jason went and got himself a plateful of assorted sweet things, including a slice of apple pie, and to his surprise quickly polished them off. He looked up to find Robert beside him, a massive cookie on one plate, and what appeared to be half a pie on a second. “You gotta try these!” Robert waxed enthusiastically, and to his surprise Jason found the smell of chocolate from the cookie making him hungry again. He launched into the pie with renewed voracity.

As he licked the last few bits of chocolate chip from his lips, Jason sat back and surveyed the table. Never before had he eaten so much in one sitting! His gut felt comfortably full, though, not bloated as he would have expected - or as it had felt when he was eating on his frat brothers’ dare. Thank goodness for the new jeans Grandma had bought him, he thought, and then wondered how she could have known how big he would get. What would she think of his decision to get even bigger? But, then, the note with them had said, ‘If these aren't big enough...’ Grandpa must have grown this way too, Jason thought. And he felt warm and somehow ‘right’ with that idea, as he surveyed his own expanded girth.

As Jason sat confirming to himself his decision to grow, Robert appeared again at his side, this time with a big cup of coffee. “Moccacino?” Robert said, placing the cup on the table. “I hope you like it,” Robert continued, “but if not, I’ll change it.”

“No, looks great!” Jason replied. He like mocca coffee, and this cup smelt superb. “And you’ve been great!” he added.

“Oh, just trying to help,” replied Robert, in an attempt to sound casual. “I enjoyed serving you! You know, ...