Pity! Something Jason had often received but never given. After all, everybody had beat up on the fat kid. Who could be more miserable than he?

The fat ex-jock he was about to create, that’s who!

The package comes the next day, and Jason takes it up to his room and opens it lovingly. He's had a surprisingly good day - anticipating a bit of revenge has put him in a good mood, so good he went out and bought a new pair of Levi's, in a size that actually fits. Feeling good, and wearing jeans that didn't cramp his gut, meant that when supper rolled around, he ate more than usually - almost as much as he would when the guys goaded him into stuffing himself. Filling his belly nearly to bursting on his own felt GOOD!

After his hefty feed - not unnoticed by the Italian mammas who ran the frat kitchen - Jason heads up stairs and preps his little revenge. He's already decided on a victim - Lester, boy wonder of the baseball field, who's so proud of his bod that he wore a speedo to the frat pool party. Lester gulps down Gatorade by the bottle - he'll never notice the little 'addition'!

Jason waits until Lester goes out for the evening - Lester goes out drinking every night - then heads to Lester's room. There, in a corner under a discarded baseball jersey, is a case of Gatorade. Jason takes the medication and an eye dropper and opens a bottle. He decides...