He sat thinking for some time, absent-mindedly rubbing his swollen belly. Finally, he came to a decision. He would go join the football team...linemen are big, right?

Finally, Jason got up from the chair, and stumbled off, his belly aching, to the Frat TV lounge. There, on the big screen, he found a repeat of a football game - some semi-pro league out west - and watched the 'skinny' quarterbacks being protected by linebackers some of whom looked like barrels of fat on thick legs. Jason reflected that he wasn't that big - yet. After a couple of hours of viewing, and some channel surfing, he stumbled into bed to dream of 350 pound linebackers, himself among them....

In the morning, faced with a still-swollen gut that fit into none of his pants, he pulled on his sweats and headed down for breakfast, and ate heartily - in fact, some of the brethren who had stuffed him last night would have been impressed to see him wolf down so much breakfast, if they hadn't been sleeping off their hangovers! Then, hungry belly filled, Jason ambled off to the football field to see if any of the team were out for an early morning practice. He found...