"I can imagine a lot bigger than that! Heck, there are guys heavier than that on the football team!" Jason remarks.

"So, how big are you imagining?" Robby replies, intrigued. He stuffs another sausage into his mouth as he speaks.

Jason., around a mouthful of egg, begins. "Well, last night after the stuffing I had this dream, that you and I were not the only fat guys in the frat. It was strange, there were some famous fat guys visiting here, like Badlands Booker and Manny Yarbrough, and all the frat brethren were just eating and eating along with them. Then, I sat down at a table groaning with food, and I ate and ate and ate..."

"Was I in your dream?" Robby asked avidly.

"Yeah, and you looked a lot bigger!"

"Like, how much bigger? 500 pounds?"

"I'm not expert, but yeah."

"Strange but cool - I had a dream the night before last in which I had gained a lot of weight and somebody told me I was 500 pounds."

"Maybe it's a sign," Jason suggested.

"Yeah, maybe I should set my sights higher - I'm nearly at 300, anyway," Robby remarked, "and I think I like being this big."

"I know I want to get bigger - 500 would be great!" Jason remarked. "Shall we..." he gestured to the serving area.

"Sure! After you, fellow fat frat boy," Robby said with a sweep of his hand. The two swept into the servery where the Italian granny greeted them with joy, and soon each brother had a massive omelet to consume.

Happily stuffed, the two frat boys decide....