Jason heads into the China Buffet and sits down at a free table.

"Drink?" asks the server.

"Beer, please - one pitcher," Jason replies. He goes up to the buffet and piles as much food as he can carry on a plate and sits down to eat.

Slowly but surely he eats a huge meal - wontons, fried fish, beef and brocoli, lemon shrimp, General Tso's chicken, ginger pork, Szechuan pork, lemon chicken, dozens more - finally finishing at nine overflowing plates of food - easily 25 pounds of enjoyable caloric excess! Jason pays his bill - his gut hurting from the pressure of all the food he's packed into it - and leaves.

As he walks out into the night air to his car his gut starts to hurt a little less, but he's sure he can SEE the rest of his body growing fat. With such a stuffed belly, Jason can barely walk - even just waddling is painful. He finally gets back to his frat house, but when he tries to walk up the stirs he just can't. He drops heavily onto a sofa in the frat house den, but after lying down for what seems like only a few minutes, he hears his stomach growling. Without thinking, he goes into the kitchen for a 'snack'. The engorged stomach he filled not long ago now seems to have plenty of room for more food, and the hungry frat boy stands with the door of the Frat's 'snack fridge' door open, devouring every edible item in sight - he seems to not even realise that he's eating as he stands there in a stupor, his hands moving automatically from shelf to mouth.

He comes to when his groping hands can no longer find anything on the shelves - he opens his eyes to see that he has eaten everything in the fridge! He can't believe i t - but the stuffed feeling in his gut tells him it must be true. He's so full he doesn't even try to tackle the stairs - he heads back to the sofa, having snagged a large bag of cookies from a pantry shelf!

A couple of hours later, the sunrise comes streaming onto the sofa and wakes Jason up. He looks down at his body and he's sure its bigger and fatter - and he KNOWS he's hungry, his stomach is growling at him. He loosens the drawstring waist on the sweat pants a little - the only thing about these new clothes that is at all tight - and practically vaults to his feet. His hunger intensifies as he gets up, to a ravenous desire - a ravenous desire to get BIGGER and FATTER!!!!!!!!!! Jason heads...