Since that night at the bar, Owen and Jennifer had continued to grow closer. They would often visit each other at their respective apartments and had spent an equal amount of time out and about around the city. More than a dozen times they had replicated their bar encounter at different restaurants and fast food places. Though Owen was more than capable of increasing his weight on his own, Jennifer's added encouragement had seemed to push him even further.

December had finally come, and on the morning of the first day, Owen stepped on the scale to see the effects of Jennifer's involvement over the past several months.

The number 289 lit up after a moment causing Owen to break out into a huge grin. He then snapped a picture to send the culprit of his practically lightning fast gain.

"You made me fat!" was all he said along with the image.

Almost instantly a reply came.

"Not yet I haven't" she replied with both the kissing and winking emoji.

Another text came in quick succession.

"Are you busy later? We're going to celebrate."

Owen quickly replied that he would be free all afternoon and started cleaning up a bit as he eagerly awaited Jennifer's visit.

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Several hours later, a knock at the door announced Jennifer's arrival.

Owen opened the door to reveal his friend; along with three bags of Chipotle.

"I thought you might want just a little something" she said walking in and placing the bags on the coffee table.

Owen thanked his friend for her generosity while eyeing the bags hungrily. He instinctually rubbed his now much larger stomach before turning to ask what exactly Jennifer had in mind; though of course he already knew.

"Well...289 is a nice number. But I was thinking more along the lines of something starting with a 3. The year isn't over just yet, and I bet we could ring in the New Year with a new milestone."

As she spoke she began to unpack the the three bags and place the items on the table. When she was finished, two burritos, two bowls, and two large orders of chips and queso were laid out.

"Everything is double steak, queso, and all the toppings. I know that's your favorite."

"Wow. Thanks again for all of this" Owen said as he moved to take a seat on the couch in front of the table.

This was far from the first time they had done this, but each time he felt a wave of excitement wash over him. He rubbed his stomach again and pulled a bit at the fabric of his shirt. Jennifer loved when he wore something too small, and despite the stretch, he was barely able to pull the medium sized t-shirt halfway over his protruding stomach.

Owen was broken out of his thoughts by the subject of his thoughts placing two gallon jugs of milk next to the food.

"I know it's not your faaaavorite" she drawled. "But it's filling, right? We don't want to make getting to 300lbs too easy. Or finishing all of this."

Owen chuckled a bit. He certainly was up for the challenge.

Jennifer watched as he picked up a jug of milk and chugged the entire container in one go.

"Nah. We won't make this too easy."

With that, he picked up one of the burritos and shoved as much in as he could at once. Jennifer took a seat next to him and watched as he easily devoured the first of his food items.

He then took a second to wink at Jennifer while taking the lid off one of the bowls.

She watched in amazement as, instead of using the fork to pick up the food, Owen instead held the bowl at an angle and used the utensil to push the contents directly into his mouth.

He was about to try and take a breath halfway through when a hand on his stomach and quiet words in his ear stopped him.

"Someone as fat as you? I don't think you need a break. That gut is barely even stuffed."

Owen tipped the bowl even higher and quickly finished it off while only getting a minimal amount of crumbs on his shirt. He gave a huge belch and reached for the chips and queso next. Beside him, Jennifer chuckled as she ran her hand over both his belly and chest.

"You really are a fucking greedy slob, aren't you?"

A huge burp was the only response she was given.

Being his favorite, both bags of chips and queso were Owen's next finished items. He tried to drink the bit of queso that was left in one bowl but was forced to scoop a bit with a spoon due to its consistency; and not dripping fast enough into his mouth.

Owen then reach over and began to chug half of the second gallon of milk.

"Jenny I'm getting so huge...I'm so stuffed."

In one motion, Jennifer moved to straddle Owen's lap, or what was left of it, best she could. She roughly grabbed at the tout flesh of the enormous stomach in front of her and gave a shake.

"You're going to finish, fatass. You want to eat like a pig? Finish what's in the trough."

She then began forcing Owen to eat the contents of the second bowl while he rubbed at his own stomach. An audible pop, followed by the sound of ripping, caused Jennifer to stop momentarily. When she looked down, she saw that not only did Owen pop the button off his pants, he had also ripped them in the groin area. It seemed spreading his legs to accommodate for his growing stomach and current occupant had been too much.

"Oh my god Owen! You..." heat of the moment passion drove her to roughly kiss the fat face in front of her.

As she pulled away, Owen groaned but was silenced by Jennifer resuming feeding him the rest of the final bowl.

"As much as I want to continue that...you need to finish all of this."

Owen gave a weak nod and allowed her to finish feeding him the final burrito.

"Give......milk" he said out of breath.

After quickly being handed the half empty gallon, he gulped down liquid; burping while chugging and only losing a minuscule amount to his chin and shirt. As he finished the last of his feast he lazily tossed the now empty carton to the side and signaled to Jennifer he wanted another kiss; to which she happily obliged.

As they kissed, try as she might, Jennifer was unable to pull Owen's shirt over the giant gut that was simultaneously pushing her off its occupants lap.

"You must be...huff...this tall to......ride" Owen said raising his hand up slightly while trying to make a joke.

Jennifer threw her head back laughing and then returned to rubbing the swollen gut she practically had in her own lap.

"You're really something, ya know? I'm amazed."

She then placed several kisses on the area she was previously rubbing.

"More" said Owen quietly.

"Okay! I'm doing the best I can" she joked.

A grunt caused her to look up.

"Need more......" he said louder as he slapped the side of his stomach.

"Wait...are you sure? You don't have..." she attempted to finish but was cut off.

"I want more. Feed me. Now."

Jennifer looked slightly skeptical before getting off of Owen's lap and going into the fridge to grab something. Near the back was an unopened cheesecake.

"I have to say...I like the initiative. Here you go, big boy."

She placed the cheesecake right on top of Owen's gut. He promptly opened the lid and tossed it to the side next to the earlier discarded trash.

"Here, I'll grab a fork" she said bending down to pick up a utensil on the table.

However, in the short time it took for Jennifer to grab a fork and stand up straight, Owen had eaten a quarter of the cheesecake using his hands.

He simply grabbed at the dessert without even caring to pick up individual slices. After grabbing as much as he could in a single hand, he shoved all of the delicious food he could into his waiting mouth.

Jennifer stared in a mixture of arousal and astonishment as she watched the truly piggish display in front of her.

"Ugh, marry me?" she said wistfully as she continued to watch the giant slob in front of her eat himself into a food coma.