Caleb hadn’t had a girlfriend in four years, so he wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to act.
Around everyone else.
Because his girlfriend was hot as balls, and he had to restrain himself from rubbing it in literally everyone’s faces at all times.
Imagine—Chubby Caleb Miller, geek boy supreme, with a girl like Cat Powell! His girlfriend was a cute, southern, blue-eyed, blonde haired bombshell with wide thighs and a huge chest—what didn’t he have to be excited about? Even more importantly, she seemed to genuinely like him for who he was, geeky interests and all. She might not have been able to follow the various and sundry franchises that he often geeked out over, but she did her best to keep up.
That being said, damn Cat was thick—and thanks to her, he was getting pretty thick himself.
Being so caught up in the fact that he and Cat were dating, Caleb barely seemed to register that hanging out in a bakery while his girlfriend worked, or them going back to his dorm room so that they could play games and eat snacks, or even that going out to dinners just about every other night to greasy college-kid joints would not help him shed any excess weight. In fact, ever since he and Cat started dating, he’d started to get pretty fat.
Not that he wasn’t a big guy before, mind you. His ambivalence towards his initial chubby physique had laid the groundwork for not really noticing just how large he was getting. His belly started to sink lower and spread wider, his pale body swelling with the excessive sweets and treats that dating Cat had made all the more available. She loved to cook, and Caleb had never been one to turn down something sweet. It seemed like almost every time they saw one another, she had at least a little something for him to nibble on. Almost always his favorites, like cookies or cupcakes, or peanut butter balls that she could pop into his mouth while he drove.
“Open wide~”
He did, and she pushed a little one into his mouth. Waited until he chewed.
“You want another one?”
“Sure, lay it on me.”
Cat reached her hand wrist-deep into the bag and pulled out a handful. Cradling the load in her palm, she slipped ball after ball into her boyfriend’s awaiting mouth. He never seemed to get full. As they rode down the highway, the supply slowly fell from Cat’s hand into Caleb’s stomach, like a gumball machine in reverse.
“You really like those, don’t you?” she’d asked him between bites
“Oh yeah, they’re great.” He smacked his lips, mouth dry with peanut butter, “I haven’t had these since I was a kid.”
“Do you think that you like them enough to buy them?” Cat readied another bite, “Because my aunt wants me to work on a Winter menu.”
“Yeah, I’d buy them.” Caleb answered obliviously, contented like a cow on a cud as he pulled into the parking space, “They’re great, you can eat them like, whenever.”
“Good.” Cat reached over to give her boyfriend a smooch on the fluffy cheek, “I want to make sure we have all of your favorites in stock.”
Caleb reached down to put the car in park and saw the size of his stomach as it sagged over into his lap and jiggled in time with his car’s shot brake pads. Going out with Cat all this time had been great so far, but he’d been putting on weight like crazy. His arms were thick and doughy, and his chest was starting to develop into soft moobs—he’d always been big before, but he’d never been moobs big. The notion that maybe he ought to cut back reared its head again, just as it had every day in the mirror for the past twelve years or so, back when his “growth spurt” began…
“I don’t know, Kitty Cat.” He said with a frown, running a hand over the crest of his stomach, “I’m starting to retain frosting—you’re gonna have to roll me out of there if you keep feeding me like this.”
Cat leaned over, ran her hand through his hair, and kissed him passionately while the other traced his widened frame.
“Like I’d even try to roll you out.” She finally said after they’d parted, “I’d keep you trapped in there with me.”
“What—” he recoiled, “You’d just leave me there?!”
“I mean, I’d be there too.” She chuckled, her chest bouncing, “Someone has to make sure that you’ve got enough peanut butter balls.”
Another cute little peck and they opened their car doors. His love for his girlfriend still fresh on his mind, he barely noticed that he had to eek out carefully between his car and the one beside them, or that his button had fallen off from his overshirt at some point during the ride.
“What’d we decide on for dinner?” Cat asked, snaking her hand through his meaty arm, “I’m hungry.”
“You want wings?” Caleb licked his lips, “I’m kinda feelin’ wings.”
“Do you want wings?” she leaned forward, laying a palm on his bulging stomach, “Because I think it’s your turn to pick.”
“Wings it is.” Caleb shrugged his heavy shoulders, waddling towards the exit of the parking garage, “I’m starved.”
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