You decide to go for growth and take the size 62 jeans!
“I’ll be that big soon!,” you say positively to no-one in particular, suddenly happy about being big. “And I may come back for even bigger pants!,” you add, noting that the clothing rack continued with yet bigger sizes. You pat your swelling paunch and smile, then drop your old 48s into a box marked ‘hand downs’ and waddle back to where Ted has made an enormous dent in a a fresh cartload of food.
As you enter the back dining room, the scent of food makes you famished again, despite the tremendous amount you’ve already taken in. Thanks to the comfy new jeans, though, you feel like you still have room to eat a horse (another horse?), so you pile another two plates high with Singapore noodles, garlic chicken, beef and broccoli, breaded fishes, and pork in sauce. Scarcely pausing for breath, you dig in. Now it’s Ted turn to look at you and smile.
“Still hungry, huh? I can’t get over how hungry I am. But my grandma is always saying that if I’m hungry, I should eat.” He grins and takes another mouthful.
As the two of you resume gorging the tiny waitress looks in and smiles broadly. “Food very lucky, yes?” she says, passing her hand over her tiny tummy as she looks straight at you. “Tell your friend to have new pants!” she adds, ducking out again.
Ted looks up from his empty plate and pulls at the waistband of his jeans. “Hey,” he says as if he hadn’t noticed before, “these are tight.” Digging one hand in under his distended little gut, he pulls at the button until it pops open. “Ugh, that feels better - but only a little!” he says. “Are there bigger jeans in there for me?”
“Sure are,” you replies as you shovel in more food.
Ted gets up, his now-too-tight jeans mercilessly gripping his butt, and heads to the clothes closet. Inside, he looks around in amazement at the racks of clothing, neatly arranged by sizes. Directly in front of him is a section of size 56s, which he instinctively rejects. “I’m not that big,” he mutters to himself, turning to the left to find the smaller sizes. He’s been a 28 now for some time, but obviously he needs something bigger. He tries on a 30, and there’s no improvement - he can’t even get them done up! 32 is no better, and 33 is still too small. He finally decides on...
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