“Or, you can know how big you are, how heavy you are, how big your pants are getting, and celebrate every increase in your size, the way I do. Either way is good, man, and you get to eat both ways. Make that, we both get to eat. Which do you want?” asked Travis.

“Um, well,” Jason starts, hesitating, “I’d like to know my size like you know yours..." he replies, then suddenly has made up his mind, and his voice gets definite. "You think that I'm going to let you 'hog' that wonderful information?" Jason adds firmly, as he absent-mindedly scratches his belly where his shirt is riding up. He felt his hairy skin, then blushed as he pulled down his shirt.

Travis grabbed his hand. "No need to worry about that. An exposed midriff is better than a torn shirt. Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep up with your eating habits. So I suggest we go gorge ourselves first and then we'll select some new clothes for you. That way, your clothes will fit for a little while longer. Come on, let's see what being stuffed by those frat boys has taught you. Get in my car."

Jason slid himself into Travis' car. He found himself scrunched up against the dashboard, so he reached down for the adjuster. Jason spotted Travis enjoying the sight of Jason manuvering his arms around his belly down to the adjustment bar. He strapped on his belt, as Travis piloted the car a considerable distance.

"Here we are, Beefy Bob's Buffet," Travis announced as they pulled into a smallish parking lot. "This is a great place to celebrate, as they will give you cake for any ocassion and don't mind even celebrating twice a day. Better yet, it's a bit far away, so you won't have to be self-consious of friends spotting you. If they're eating in here, they are probably working on the same goal."

Once seated, Travis immediately began to order without even checking the menu. "We'll have...