Owen was fat.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Unsurprisingly, he had reached his "beginning of the new year" goal of being 300lbs with ease. Now in July, he had tipped the scales at a massive 440lbs.

Eating was just about the only thing on his mind these days.

That and Jennifer.

She had moved in with him at the end of February, and her constant presence had caused his weight to increase rapidly.

Owen's now girlfriend made sure he always had a snack in hand and was constantly stuffed to the brim.

Once, after feeding him to the point he was physically unable to move, Jennifer proceeded to shove an entire cake into Owen's greedy mouth. Though he was practically couch bound, he still made sure to taken in the entire dessert; all without lifting a finger. The two were then rewarded by a resounding crack as the couch literally broke beneath the enormous amount of weight.

Currently, the increasingly obese Owen was attempting to move from the living room to the bedroom. He grunted as he lifted his large body from newly replaced couch and began the trek to his bed.

Though he did like sitting on the couch, Jennifer was right that there was little need for him to remain seated upright these days. If anything, he only needed to prop himself up a bit to eat.

Seeing his bed so close helped push Owen through the last bit of his journey. As he reached the edge, out of breath, he turned around to practically roll himself onto the furniture. The bed creaked with the excessive weight and he wondered how long it would be before the frame cracked like the couch.

"I would say next time I'll help you, but let's be honest, there probably won't be a next time."

Jennifer smirked playfully as she watched her massive boyfriend pant after moving himself to the center of the bed.

"Ha ha. Just get me something to eat, please."

"Way ahead of you. Dinner is almost ready. Here's something to hold you over."

She then sat three tubs of ice cream next to Owen on the bed and before placing a kiss on his cheek and turning to head back to the kitchen.

Each of the ice cream tubs had been left out as to be melted adequately. Though he loved the taste of ice cream, getting the calories in and attempting to feel full were more important. By having the ice cream mostly melted, he could easily lift each tub to his lips and practically drink the contents.

All three tubs were easily polished off within a couple minutes and Owen let out a loud belch as he slapped his giant gut. Thankfully only a minimal amount of the now devoured dessert made it onto his too-small shirt.

Jennifer returned about ten minutes later with the first two of Owen's likely twelve plate dinner.

She placed each dish on top of his belly, which now doubled as a shelf, and watched dreamily for a moment as he began to gorge on the lasagna and breadsticks.

Though she wanted to watch a bit longer, she knew Owen would finish quickly and want more. He usually would slow down around plate ten or eleven which meant Jennifer would constantly have to be bringing food and plates in and out of the bedroom.

Almost as if reading her mind, Owen grunted as he tried to sit up and speak.

"Babe, instead of just bringing in plate after plate just give me the whole dish. This is my dinner and your show."

Jennifer laughed at his antics and nodded before grabbing to finished plates.

She returned with the rest of the lasagna and a pan of ten breadsticks.

For a moment, Owen looked disappointed.

His girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully as she was able to catch his momentary look of sadness. She moved over to rub his stomach almost instantly.

"Don't give me that look. There's two more lasagnas and about thirty more breadsticks. Did you think I was gonna let you starve?"

"Never should have doubted you" Owen said before beginning to shove giant forkfuls of lasagna into his mouth.

After several moments of frustration, Owen let out a loud belch and then a growl.

"Sorry babe. This isn't cutting it."

With that, he dropped the fork and began to force huge amounts of the food into his mouth by hand. Each breadstick was taken in by the threes and Owen could practically feel himself grow with every bite.

Jennifer moved to sit beside Owen and rubbed his gut gently as she watched him stuff himself. She knew she would need to retrieve the rest of the food in a moment, and so she painstakingly removed her hand from the giant mound of fat.

"Jenny! I'm hungry!" Owen shouted from the bedroom just as the girl was returning with the other lasagnas.

Stopping for a moment just as she entered the room, Jennifer took in the sight of her boyfriend with a sauce covered face and hands and crumbs littering the shirt that was already unable to contain his girth.

"God. You really are fat. Hang on."

Before she could even properly place the first dish down, Owen had scooped out a huge portion and began wolfing it down.

"I'd like to keep my hand, please" she laughed lightly.

Owen paid little mind to her words as he stuffed himself further. He could only think of food and growth at the moment.

He had barely realized how deep he was into his own head and gorging when he made a move to shovel in more food and there was none to be found.

"Where's the rest?!"

"Owen. That was all of it. Three family size lasagnas and like fifty breadsticks."

"Not enough. More."

"I had a feeling you would say that..."

Owen slapped his swollen gut and gave it a shake as he eagerly await his girlfriends return.

"This must be the literal definition of 'being eaten out of house and home.'"

A sheet-cake was in her hands as she spoke and Owen's eyes widened.

"Feed me."

"You don't even have to ask."