Gradually, the new rugby pants begin to feel tight, and Jason begins to feel full. He looks at the table, hiding his anxiety about actually finishing - after all, if he doesn't finish all the food, he has his U-pass, he can still take a bus back to the frat house... Reassured by this plan B, he ploughs into the remaining food with new vigour.
Jason eats and eats, slowing gradually, until every last crumb has been hovered into his gut!
"Done!" he says triumphantly, projecting a bravura confidence to overcome the pain of his super-stuffed guy. He raises his hands over his head in a victory clasp, while wondering what getting up will be like.
The frat brothers start applauding and whooping, and Jason decides he'd best get up. Shuffling the chair back, he leans forward slightly to get up - and his overstuffed gut sharply tells him not to. No worries, two of the bros standing nearest see his action, and grab his arms to hoist him to his feet. Several others move in, chanting, and Jason realises they're going to try to hoist him over their heads!
"Shit man, you're heavy!" says one with his hands lifting Jason's butt, but they do get hims skyward - briefly - before putting him down, rather roughly, on the ground. They then move off towards the parking lot, Jason grabbing his shopping so as to have his new clothes.
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