By the time they moved in together, Cat and Caleb had been dating for just under two years.
Senior year had passed and Caleb had graduated with his bachelor’s degree in Communications, meaning that the dorms were officially out of the question for him. Which was good, because he’d started to outgrow them around the time his last semester started.
“Easy there, big boy.”
“Hff… s’fuckin’ heavy, okay?”
Caleb hadn’t felt the pinch of his muscles moving in far too long. It wasn’t often he was even up on his own two feet anymore, instead of just plopped onto whatever couch, bed, or pair of chairs just so happened to have the unfortunate luck of keeping him upright. He waddled blindly towards the front door of their new place—which he was almost too big to fit through—like a big, fat, sputtering locomotive. Anything to get off of his feet.
Caleb’s wide behind wobbled wildly in his shorts, stretched tight over and under the lowermost swell of his billowing gut. His side fat sausaged over the stretchy material like it was casing, giving anyone and everyone who dared to look a clear-cut outline of every roll, fold, and bulge that made up his mountainous physique. Caleb was literally wider than the front door at some points, and he was hardly in any shape to do anything as strenuous as moving.
“Why don’t you go sit down?” Cat asked, short of breath in her own right as she bent over an especially heavy box of clothes, “I think they put everything back in the fridge—maybe get a beer?”
“Fuck yes.”
Caleb’s whole body wobbled as he lumbered hungrily into the kitchen, one booming footstep after the other. He stepped into the kitchen belly-first, exposed by a good few inches as it continued to wriggle its way out of the hammock of the biggest shorts that he could find. His throat was parched, and his appetite calling him. He knew better than anyone that it was time for a snack break…
He had to take a step backwards in order to open the fridge door now, at least if he wanted it open all the way. The cool air felt good against his fat, sweaty body. He’d gotten pretty damp during the ride over, and trying to move those boxes had left him more winded than he would have liked to admit.
He needed to sit down.
Palming a six-pack—it mattered less what was inside, and more that it was cool—and grumbling to himself over the fact that there wasn’t anything tasty to eat in their new place yet, Caleb toddled towards the as-of-yet broken-in couch and collapsed his weight on it.
The whole floor seemed to shake with the impact—had he been on any floor other than the ground level, he might have been concerned.
“Me too babe.” Cat wiped the sweat from her brow and plopped down next to her boyfriend, “All this moving junk is for chumps.”
Cat leaned over the hillside that was her boyfriend to steal a beer for herself. As she reeled herself back in, her tiny belly skidded against Caleb’s overall girth, causing some friction. The small grunt of exertion she sounded fell on deaf ears to the gasping, overheated fat guy sitting next to her, but moving had been tough on Cat too.
“Finally.” She said, leaning deep into the couch as the CRACK of the can filled the apartment, “A place of our own.”
“That isn’t a dorm.”
“I mean, s’not much better than a dorm.” She grunted, “But at least it’s ours.”
Cat sunk deep into the couch, her soft body bunching and bulging as she surrendered to comfort. She ran a hand along her belly as it mushroomed over her tight denim shorts, muffin top jiggling at the slight sensation of her movement. She unbuckled, allowing her tummy to surge forward. Resting a thankful hand on her gut, she sighed contentedly.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” She said with a happy, husky tone, “I say we kick back and let the movers worry about all that. We can unpack later.”
“Amen to that.”
Caleb struggled to kick one foot over the other, wriggling towards his girlfriend’s shoulder. Enveloping her in a fleshy side-hug, Caleb held her as close as his body would allow. The heavy breadth of his chest and the thickness of his upper arms meant that Cat was sandwiched between two fleshy rolls. She purred happily and leaned into his belly, one hand running the familiar trail up and down his sagging stomach.
“You’re kinda cute in this new apartment.”
“You’re kinda cute too.”
“Maybe it’s just because you don’t have to worry about any of my family busting in like we do at the store.” Cat said, planting a wet kiss on Caleb’s bushy face, “Or maybe it’s just because you want me to cook you up something for lunch.”
“It can be both.”
“Predictable.” Cat swatted her boyfriend’s belly, taking a moment to watch it jiggle at her touch before grunting to a standing position, “You just want me in the kitchen.”
“I mean… while you are good in other place (cough cough like the bedroom) I do appreciate what you do for me in there.”
“Yeah?” Cat smirked, sauntering back around Caleb’s shoulder and snaking her hand to rub his sagging gut, “Where else do you appreciate me?”
“Literally everywhere—in fact, forget the food, help me up and we can christen the bedroom.”
Caleb gave half-hearted attempts to rise under his own power as Cat laughed. She shushed him with one long pointer finger.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that.” She tittered, heavy chest shaking, “But now, we’re gonna break this place in right—it’s time for lunch.”
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