As Josh shoved one last taco into his waiting maw, two other big frosh brothers came up beside him. While not as big as Rick, the twosome were clearly "above average" in the Frat.

The taller of the two big brothers spoke first. "So, finally filled that championship gut?"

"Yeah," replied Josh, leaning back and resting a hand on his bulging gut. He was so glad he was shirtless - his stuffed gut would never have fit into the old dress shirt. Even with the waist unbuttoned and the zip down. it barely fit into his dress pants.

"Good," said the other big boy. "Come with us, fellow big guy, we need to have a chat."

Josh slowly got up and followed the other two widebodies into a small adjoining room. "What's up?" he asked. At that moment a gurgle was heard from his massive midriff. Josh smiled. "Just digesting," he said and grinned.

"Sure there's no more room in there?" the taller guy asked.

"Well, by now there might be," Josh ventured.

"Good, sounds like you're one of us," the taller guy replied. "We asked you here to sound you out about gaining."

"Well, I did put on 15 pounds...."

"Yes," said the shorter guy, "and that's why we wanted to chat. You see, a lot of us bigger guys aren't very happy with the way Rick is running things, and we're planning....