"New clothes will be a priority - tomorrow!" Jason thinks. He pulls the sweat pants out of the drawer and slides them on. They fit very loosely - lots of room for growth there! In fact, Jason had forgotten how loose fitting these sweats are...then he looks at them again. They're not his old sweats, they're brand new! Where did they come from? Grandma? She had 'helped' him when he was unpacking.... He patted his belly, which didn't feel so full now that it wasn't constrained by too-tight sweats. In fact, he felt hungry again - and feeling hungry made Jason think again about getting fat - mmmm - no pressure on his waistline - Jason felt ravenous!
He fairly bounced out the door of the frat house and hurried the few blocks to the “Garden View”, a Chinese buffet that saw more than its fair share of the students from the U. It wasn’t much to look at on the outside - but for guys and gals like Jason, adventuresome, poor, and liking to eat, it was great - the food was, well, cheap, and good - and there was LOTS of it!
‘I wonder how long it'll take me to fill these sweats?’ Jason wondered as he waited to be seated. He hadn’t worn sweat pants very often - he used to think of them as ‘fat guy clothes’ - but now that he had decided to join the ranks of the fat guys, he suddenly realised just how comfortable they were. Still, though, he’d have to buy new clothes tomorrow; sweat pants are fine for eating, like tonight, but they don’t go everywhere. Though he could squeeze into them, none of his jeans really fit, and even this rugby shirt, his biggest shirt, was tight.
“But first, some food!” he remarked out loud. Clothing, while necessary, could wait until tomorrow - right now his ample belly was going to become more ample, as he started to accomplishing his goal of a most impressive size...
“Table for one?” asked the pretty Asian server as she greeted Jason with a shy smile..
“Yes!” he replied positively.
“This way,” she murmured, and turned towards the steam tables. “Have nice table here for you...” she added, pulling out a chair and smiling again. She rubbed one finely-shaped hand across her little stomach warmly. “Eat well!” she gently suggested.
And she had hardly left before another server appeared at his table. Built on a much bigger scale, Jason found himself admiring the new server’s fat figure - perhaps the first time he’d ever appreciated a fat figure.
“I’ll be your server for tonight. Here for the buffet? The dishes are right there. Now, what would you like to drink?” asked the black-haired, almond-eyed,
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